#this was very experimental and very fun thank you so much for asking!!!

[xinganhao]

hi!! i'm so in love with your work, thank you so much for putting out all of this for us 🌺 this might seem like a weird question, but if you had to choose five of your current work that you would want people to read the most, which do you think it would be?~ i think all of them are nice tbh, i'm just curious which of your works you like the most 🦋

you're so lovely, anon! this was one of the sweetest asks i've gotten aaah (ᗒᗨᗕ) my five recos (in no particular order)

svt checking in on an overworked!reader. just some soft hours all around, and i think the texts & headcanons balance each other out really well. :) i enjoyed the little 'see also's after each member heh!

svt detective x thief au. oh man, i'll never shut up about this... i loved getting to do something outside the usual! and the drabbles under the cut ｡^‿^｡ i still think of this one a lot LOL. u/purple-eustoma's mind has to be Studied for this request.

fake dating seungkwan. this one is formatted differently from a number of my smaus, mostly because i think i might expand on this as a fic so i'm holding back hehe,, but the format!!! so so so fun!!! i think this is where i started thinking i can get away with some experimenting. <3

chan x fansite!reader. this plot is so very dear to me,, fun fact: i didn't know which member to pair with the fansite!reader character, but then i saw this tweet about dino & his fansite (trans: 'he's like a boyfriend indulging his girlfriend') and i was SOLDDD.

🥁🥁🥁 and, of course— maybeee a cheat because it's a series atp lol but vernon dates rockstar!reader ??? if i will have any legacy at all, i hope it's that one. still wholly indebted to the anon who requested it in the first place, but this one makes me super soft because i'm a dolly first & foremost, and vernon has been so fun to explore in this verse. i'm a sucker for experimental formats [as i've mentioned], and so the format for part three (the 'vernhow' section) was a dream. can't wait to wrap this up in two. <3

thank you anon for letting me yap ab myself for a bit! i hope you're having a good day (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[ievaxol]

♪ + seikecred pleeease? <3

always always always&lt;3 send me an askprompt!

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That girl is gone but I That girl is gone but I still try I think it's over now The bullet hit but maybe not I feel so fucking numb The Other Side Of Paradise - Glass Animals

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Thancred carries Seike down the mountain.

Centuries later there will be paintings and books written about this exact moment, all of them focused on the nobility of it. Romantic notions of loyalty and unwavering faith painted in gold and ivory, written with the flowery language of those who knew how it would end.

None of them will mention the sweat. Or the fear.

Seike is heavy in his arms and the air is chock full with the smell of blood, just barely masked by the sharp, clean scent of overwhelming Light. Every two or three steps he has to stop for Ryne to step forward and stroke Seike's forehead; none of them mention it, but it's mainly to make sure she yet lives.

What was once an immutable truth of his world — Seike, and her place in it — is now being rocked at its very foundation.

Thancred carries Seike down the mountain and it feels as though it is to her grave.

Urianger had opened his mouth and Thancred had turned on him with such venom that he barely recognized himself, spitting at the astrologian to shut his mouth while Ryne wailed in the background.

In the Pendants later Ryne will show Thancred her palms, cracked and bleeding with how much aether she channeled in that singular moment. Do you think it was enough, she'll ask, trembling. Thancred won't have an answer for it, will lay a hand on her shoulder and then pull her into an embrace that was long overdue.

There's no glory in the descent. The Scions stumble and nearly fall more than once as they wring out the last of their reserves, panting together like one large, wounded beast.

The ground is so incredibly far down. The depth of the Tempest feels even further away.

Thancred carries Seike down the mountain and it feels as though it is to her grave, in which case he thinks he might just crawl into it with her.

[boxwinebaddie]

an uncle nina check in <3

hi team! thanks for sticking around! i know my blog isn't always the most exciting and enriching place in the world in terms of content, but i am very /content/ to have you all here. <3333

i promise, oddly enough, i have A TON of inspiration and ideas for all my weird styles ( if you're curious about anything please lmk! i've been trying to flesh out my aus out lately ), i've just been in a major bummer depression era lately, so it's hard for me to get my asks done and i'm having a hard time committing to finishing my writing. :<

i think it's because of stress and my bipolar, but i am trying to get back on the horse! ( are we all laughing at the idea of me trying to get on a horse? i'd start crying help city girl fail moment for me ) yeehaw!

and while, unfortunately due to the instability ( fabulous legendary iconery ) of my pretty girl popstar personality, i do not know whether i will be answering almost no questions or one million, regardless of that, i just wanted to let you know, i'm still here, still kicking my feet, twirling my hair, cooking...i'm just really trying not to force myself to put out anything i don't like...and only do what makes me truly happy.

however, nothing, my dear sweet e-darlings...

makes me happier than coming home to all of you. <333

so thank you for flooding even the darkest corners of my life with bright light, supporting my phantom fics and being wonderful,

uncle nina xx

[cottonlemonade]

hiii i’d like a medium fruit punch lemonade with pomegranate seeds for osamu <3

Mystery Flavor

word count: 779 | avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Osamu x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff with a bit of spice

warnings: mdni

request: fluffy-spicy, midnight hang out with pining friend Osamu

“Haaaa, this is just what I needed.“, you sighed and stretched. Your shoes made a faint splat sound on the still wet asphalt as you and Osamu headed down the street.

The red and green stripes of the convenience store shone friendly up ahead in the night.

“So what did you do that didn’t work?” As much as Osamu hated you dating other men, the growing number of failed first dates did help him learn what you were looking for in a relationship.

“Oh who knows.”, you breathed out, “Maybe it was because he was glued to his phone the whole time or that he didn’t seem interested in any kind of conversation topic I came up with.”

“In his defense, ya do talk about pretty weird stuff sometimes.”, he said, doing a little jump over a shallow puddle - you wanted to copy him, but didn’t quite stick the landing as elegantly and he had to catch you. Osamu met your eyes and was about to say something when you continued walking with the implicitness of a girl entirely oblivious to her best friend's true feelings.

“Thanks. Where was I?”

“Yer lacking conversational skills.”

“Hey now!”, you protested and playfully poked his shoulder, “You loooove my hypotheticals.”

“Yeah yeah…”, he muttered. His hand was still tingly from touching the free skin between your washed out crop top and sweatshorts. He felt like a creep for wishing he could have squeezed your pillowy waist.

“Anyways, he was also just kind of rude and… looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.”

“Remind me to never introduce ya to Suna.”, Osamu chuckled.

“Is he the hot guy on your old school team?”

“No, that was me.” He was kind of offended at how hard you laughed about that.

When the doors of the convenience store opened with a soft whirring noise he swerved to the chip aisle with you right behind him. Once two bags were chucked into the little basket in his hands, you went on to the ramen section and much to Osamu’s dismay you were still talking about Suna.

“I bet, at the very least, he would’ve kissed me goodnight.”

“So even if the date is a bust ya would wanna make out with the guy?”, he asked, turning up the judging tone of disgust in his voice that for some reason went completely unnoticed by you as you continued.

“Well, no. But I want him to want to, you know?”

Osamu raised his brow, then walked over to the drink section and looked through the display for your favorite.

“Oh hey, this looks fun. Wanna give it a try?”, you asked next to him and pointed at a wall of identical to-go cups in a fridge. A promotion of the store offered a mystery flavored iced tea for a lot less money than your usual and you were nothing if not a sucker for a good bargain.

Grabbing your favorite drink anyway, Osamu joined you and chose a cup near the top, while you opted for one near the bottom.

After paying you came to a halt in front of the shop, too impatient to see what kind of flavor you got. You both pushed the straws into your cups, toasted and took the first sip.

“Peach and lemongrass.”, Osamu said almost immediately, “Yers?”

“Hm… not sure.”, you said, taking another thoughtful sip, “Maybe passionfruit? Or… hm… mango? And something else. I’m not sure. You wanna try?”

Osamu considered the straw you offered to him for a moment. Without thinking he reached past the cup. Closing the gap between you, he gently held your chin with thumb and index and leaned down to brush his lips against yours. You gasped in surprise and after a first experimental push, he got bolder and swiped his tongue into your mouth. The flavor of the ice tea was refreshing and exotic, mixing with his own. His head began to spin and he wrapped his arm around you to stay grounded as he continued to kiss you. Your soft tummy pressed against him. He was about to lose his mind, heat rose in his cheeks and stomach. You tugged at his hair and his thoughts turned off like a power cut on a TV that was previously just static. You sighed into the kiss and leaned forward for more when he broke from you. Guiltily, you bit your plumped lips, your hand resting on his chest, panting slightly.

“Guava and mint.”, he determined and let you go. He walked a few steps homewards and when he didn’t hear you following, turned around. You were still standing there, frozen.

“Ya comin’ or what?”

a/n: thank you so much for the request! I love cozy late night scenarios - I hope you enjoyed! 🌟

[ouiouimochi]

Rayne, Rayne

rayne is a bit ooc at the start since the story would start when they were still children

Part 2

pairing/s: rayne ames x f!reader, rayne ames x you

genre: childhood friends(?), self-sacrificing mc, hurt/comfort

wc: 5,700+

warnings: VERY long fic (idk if considered slowburn), misunderstandings, use of honorifics, mentions of bullying, violence, blood, injuries, swearing, unethical experimentation

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what if you were a bit of a bully when you were a kid and you thought rayne left because your teasing got too much?

it was raining hard

all you could do was stare out the window of your second floor bedroom while your mother prepared a warm dinner for your family downstairs

you thought back to the times you got too mean at the other children your age in the neighbourhood

maybe if you were just a tad considerate, it would've been different

Children's laughter rings out throughout the playground as kids run and chase each other. All the while, Rayne and his little brother Finn, were at the swings as the former pushed the latter on one. It was peaceful.

“Boo.”

Until small hands clamped around Rayne's shoulders, surprising the boy and causing him to stumble to the floor. A girl’s loud laughter immediately followed, making fun of him.

Rayne groans in annoyance, picking himself up from the floor after rolling his eyes.

“What’s your problem now, (y/n).” He calls you out.

You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Nothing~! Just thought I'd say hello to my favorite lil buddy~” You emphasized the word a little too much while mischievously smiling at the boy.

Rayne sighs, dusting himself off as he positions himself back to pushing his little brother on the swings.

You pouted at being ignored.

“Raaaayneeee~” you drawl out his name.

“What?” he snaps at you.

“Nothing~!” You smile again.

“Ugh, you're so intolerable.”

“Ooh, big word. Don't understand it though ~” you quip back and giggle at him.

This was a normal interaction between the two of you—you annoying and making his life miserable (his words) while all he does is complain but doing nothing to change the dynamics of your friendship.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

Another day comes, and you manage to somehow come up with a stupid song to annoy Rayne with.

“Rayne, Rayne, go awaayy~ Come again another day~” You sang out for the nth time as the tortured male covered his ears to drown out your noise but to no avail. Finn was playing with other kids while he was stuck here trying to stand your irritating presence.

“Ugh, you're so original, you know that?” he sarcastically said.

You seemed proud of that, doing an extravagant curtsy. “Oh, I try. Thank you for noticing!” You beam at him as he only gets more annoyed when you sing that song again.

“Can you stop? You know if it wasn't me you were bullying, others would've left you alone by now.” He had enough.

But it seemed the words only went in one ear and passed through the next.

“I'm only tryna have some fun here, thoughhh.” You whined at the honey eyed boy as he can only do nothing but sigh at your shenanigans.

“It's time for us to go already.” He stood up, going to fetch Finn.

You whine again, “Are you gonna be back here tomorrow?” you genuinely asked.

“So that you can annoy me again? Pass.” he quips.

You pout and still whine. “But who can I make fun of but you? “

“Go look for other kids, then.”

“Immediate pass.” You deadpanned, enjoying the dual-colored haired boy’s presence much more than the other kids in the playground.

He walks and you stand up.

“I'll be here tomorrow so you better prepare for me!” You declare to him.

“Prepare for you? In your dreams, (y/n).” He spoke but you don't miss the smile he exhibited as he turned back and left.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

The next day, you waited for him and Finn, but they weren't there.

‘Maybe Finn got sick and Rayne had to take care of him’ You thought to yourself as you went back home early.

The day after that, there were no signs of them either. Like the day after and after and after.

It's like the two brothers were just gone.

You began to worry, wondering if something bad happened to them.

You even asked the other kids but they only shrugged their shoulders, knowing as much as you. Only having noticed when you asked.

So now, back at home, you were moping around as your mother made no mention of it— thinking it was just a kid thing.

You overthink that maybe Rayne actually did get tired of you.

That he left because you were too mean and a bad influence to Finn.

so you tap on the glass as the pitter patter of the rain goes on

“rayne, rayne…”

•°•°•°•°•°•°

then in easton, you meet him again and try to make it up to him through helping him in any ways possible

you met again when you were in middle school, having enrolled at easton academy

it was awkward meeting him at first, since he seemed more… cold

especially when his face was stoic as you observed so far

you caught wind that he was aiming for Divine Visionary for when he moves up to high school

so you dedicated yourself to being a white mage that would support him

he doesn't even need to ask

you just really felt like you needed to do so in order to make up for your childhood guilt

Rayne would just be doing his business, but then he'd feel the burning sensation of eyes on him. The male inconspicuously investigates the source and finds out the gaze burning holes into him was you.

He clicks his tongue mentally. ‘Same as ever. Annoying.’

It happens a lot but he never does anything about your staring at all.

So when you two got paired up for class, it was hella awkward. Not much was said as you two individually did your tasks silently.

You two wordlessly exchange your papers to double check each other's work— the silence was still thick.

Your eyes rake over Rayne's work, it was well done. You would've handed it back to him already if you hadn't spotted a small error in the last paragraph.

So you tell him about how it's wrong, surprising the male that you broke the silence first. He had nothing to say about your part since it left no room for error.

The male checked his work and you were right about the mistake he made, “I see…”, so he corrected it.

Back to that silence.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

Your entire stay at Easton consisted of diligently practicing your support magic and trying to not get into Rayne’s way whenever you two were grouped together by some twist of fate.

You always attentively observed the male in case he needed something and other students started taking notice of it— this was in your first year of highschool in Easton Academy and Rayne was starting to gain influence from his feats (that you also had helped him in some).

And so the students began to talk and rumors began spreading that you were Rayne’s fangirl, some being overly twisted and getting farther from the truth.

Rayne did not like hearing rumors get twisted each time one reached his ears. Especially not when it involves you and your reputation.

He's always noted how you've been helping him each time. Ever so diligently but silently. The honey eyed male was grateful for you but he still had a goal to achieve— that doesn’t mean he didn't care about you, though.

He observed you to see how you were faring from the gossip, but only to find he had nothing to worry about when you were completely unbothered.

‘Always unperturbed by others.’

•°•°•°•°•°•°

By the end of your first year in Easton highschool, Rayne was assigned as a red mage while you were assigned as a white mage. You both were impressively the top for the respective positions in your year.

Now, having dedicated the past few years to training and honing his skills, it took no time for the stoic-faced male to rack up credits even without your help during your second year.

You've also managed to garner credits on your own despite specializing only in support magic, but you don't have any plans in using them to become a Divine Visionary Candidate.

If anything you only wanted to give all your coins away to Rayne. However, you know he wouldn't accept it anyways.

When the Divine Visionary Candidate Examinations came around, Headmaster Wahlberg called upon each candidate to his office– which included you as you passively managed to collect enough credit to be a viable contestant.

You politely declined the ticket many hoped to even achieve and instead volunteered to be the on-site healer during the examinations.

“Hmm… Very well then, you are a very capable white mage despite your age.” The wise old man answered after a short but careful deliberation.

You bow your head in gratitude at the greatest mage of the time before excusing yourself to leave.

Walhberg is left to his own thoughts of how a promising white mage such as yourself declined the opportunity of sitting at the top since it's not unheard of to have someone specializing in support magic as Divine Visionary.

‘She worked hard the past few years only to step down from what others can only dream of reaching. Where do her aspirations lie, I wonder?’

•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Rayne.” You call out to the said male as he subtly turns his attention to you during a walk to the next class.

“I won't be participating in the Divine Visionary Candidate Exams.”

He stops walking, then turns his body to face you. An action that urged you to explain.

“My spells won't get me far in the competition catered for offensive magic anyways, so I wish you luck.” You smile up at him.

Rayne wanted to tell you otherwise, of how your support magic can beat even the most aggressive assault of spells so long as you willed it.

But those words never managed to make it out his mouth as you two arrived at your class for Fortune Telling— a subject he doesn't particularly enjoy.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

The candidate exam went by like a breeze for Rayne— a feat of overwhelming victory. It wasn't like his enemies were anything to scoff at either.

His spells and efficiency in dealing with his opponents were a testament to the effort he put into honing his skills during his whole time in Easton— ever since the first day.

The crowd may have been shocked, but you were not. You expected someone as honest as the dual-haired male to be capable of declaring anything and he'd achieve it. He's not one to give empty promises to anything or anyone.

You felt a pang of emotion you can't quite place at that.

‘He never really promised anything back then, so stop reacting like that. The past’s in the past.’

You smiled bitterly at the thought.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

The Tri-Magic-Athalon Divine Visionary Final Exam eventually arrived as the most anticipated event of the year.

You oversaw the event with Headmaster Wahlberg as per his request to have you as the assigned white mage for the occasion.

The Flame Cane was there as well, so you politely greeted him as the Headmaster introduced you. Kaldo watched in interest, hoping to see your talent in support magic as endorsed by someone as great as the Headmaster of Easton Magic Academy.

Such a shame you weren't a contestant to showcase such talent.

Back to the exams, Rayne was effortlessly powering through opponent after opponent. One in particular from Saint Ars managed to keep up with the half blond's attacks before eventually getting outskilled by him.

Walkis Academy dished out powerful mages as per usual so Rayne managed to go against their most promising candidate for the final round that decided who would become Divine Visionary.

The sheer destructive power the opponent had was domineering, instilling fear and awe into the audience as they watched on.

It seems a few words were exchanged on the field as your childhood friend only scoffed and brandished his wand in preparation.

Attacks were exchanged and defended against continuously, Rayne’s opponent showing visible signs of agitation at his unbothered expression.

The opponent sent out a much more powerful spell that the dual haired male was forced to defend against. A thick cloud of dust covered the two candidates as the audience watched in anticipation.

You smile, already knowing the victor of the match. The Flame Cane noticed your reaction.

As the dust settled, Rayne had his eyes closed while calmly storing away his wand back into the confines of his robe. His opponent lied pitifully on the floor as multiple swords had him meticulously pinned.

The crowd cheers as the announcer praises the dual-colored haired male as the winner of the Tri-Magic-Athalon and the next Divine Visionary— making him the youngest in history.

You were going to immediately applaud him if you hadn't noticed a suspicious movement from the defeated Walkis Academy student.

You bring out your wand as Kaldo watches for your next action.

The Walkis student couldn't accept it. That he was defeated despite being part of a school that was more powerful than Easton.

That he was defeated by a mere commoner with no background.

He couldn't accept this.

He managed to snatch his wand that was a few feet in front of him, quickly chanting a spell to attack the winner.

‘Winner you may be, you wouldn't expect this!’

And so the spell launches to the back of the new Divine Visionary and hits as smoke spreads out from the impact.

The audience collectively gasped in shock.

The student was wickedly smiling at having the spell land— but the smoke cloud cleared to reveal Rayne was unscathed behind a golden translucent barrier and looking at him with a disgusted glare.

The guy was clearly not in the right mind, readying another spell before being interrupted by bands of the same property as the barrier tightly binding all his limbs together. He unceremoniously falls to the floor with a harsh thud.

Thankfully, the security responded quickly in escorting out the bound student as you neatly kept your wand back into your robe’s sleeves. The Headmaster and Kaldo had to applaud you for the display of skill to quickly defend and neutralize a hostile force.

You turn to the two adults, excusing yourself politely before they said anything as you rush down into Rayne’s waiting room.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

You open the door in a hurry, completely disregarding the need to knock.

Rayne was allowing himself to lounge on the plush sofa with his head situated on top of the backrest of the furniture, facing the ceiling.

The male listens as your feet bring you behind the sofa he's at. He opened up his eyes to stare into the ceiling but found you in his field of view instead.

“You have a wound on your cheek.” He sighs while closing his eyes again.

“Just a scratch.”

The dual-colored haired male hears you click your tongue.

“My spell apparently didn't block the attack fast enough.” Rayne opens his eyes and stares right back into your eyes.

“It's fine, I could've handled it myself.” You sigh this time, making your way round the furniture.

He feels your presence situate itself in front of him, so he sits up.

“Let me heal that for you.” He wordlessly leans forward, allowing you to do what you wanted.

He didn't expect you to hold his face delicately as you aimed your wand near his wound though.

The area around both of you lit up with a gentle golden glow, orbs and wisps of light dancing around the small field of your magic.

It felt warm and comforting but Rayne doesn't dare to speak a word about it.

He also won't speak about his dismay when the moment ended way too quickly for his liking.

“Done.”

“Slightly overkill with the magic.”

“Hey, I had to make sure you had no other injuries.” You tut at him before pulling your personality back together.

The half blond acknowledges your effort with a grateful nod of his head— a slight smile itched itself into your expression at that.

You don't mind even if he doesn't acknowledge the effort you put into helping him. You only cared enough to know that your actions helped.

And that's enough for you.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

It got very busy for Rayne. Divine Visionary interviews, paperwork, inauguration, and the like got him so preoccupied that you barely remember when was the last time you saw him on campus.

That's also when you realize that you're all alone without the dual-colored haired male that you usually follow around. Your peers found that to be another subject to talk about.

You could care less about what they think. If anything, you only thought it was annoying that you can basically hear them despite their sorry excuse of whispers. Their gazes pierce through your skin as they talk and talk and talk.

Irritated, you brought yourself somewhere more quiet.

'Finally, peace.' You sighed out, having decided to walk through the hallways of the middle school department. Memories fill your mind of the training and effort you did during your whole stay in the department.

You smile, finding it endearing that your past self was so determined despite being so young (as if you weren't currently 17 or something cough).

A smack resounded throughout the empty hallways— or at least you thought it was empty at first.

You look to the end of the hall where a student seemed to have fallen to the ground along with his things. Other footsteps resounded in the same direction, you thought that maybe the owners would help the poor boy.

But they only sneered at him as the fallen student opted to bow and kneel at their feet to ask for forgiveness instead of picking up his fallen possessions.

You walk closer and closer as you start to hear their conversation— bits and pieces making up something along the lines of their dissatisfaction with their homework score as the fallen boy tried to reason he also had homeworks to do. All the poor kid got in response was a flood of paperworks being dumped on his head as the bullies showcase all the scores they were unsatisfied with.

You then noticed how familiar the fallen student was. Noting the familiar dual-colored hair before it clicks it was Finn.

‘Do they not know his brother is the newest Divine Visionary?’

The bullies started to become more agitated it seems as they were showing signs of wanting to engage in violence. Most of them raised their wands in preparation to send spells to the younger Ames as the pitiful kid can only hope it'd be over soon, closing his eyes to wait for the pain.

Except he never got attacked. The soft hearted male opened his eyes to see his bullies bound by bands of translucent gold.

“Shit!”

“The hell is this!!!!!”

“The fuck!”

They all exclaimed their curses and confusion— Finn was also confused before hearing the silent clicking of footsteps coming their way.

You cringe at their vocabulary. Not particularly fond of profanities being spouted by children their age.

“You stupid kids are abhorrent.” Finn’s head darts quickly in your direction, immediately recognizing you.

“(Y/n) nee-sama.” He gaped as you went straight to him, not minding that his bullies were still struggling to get out of their bindings.

“Greatest white mage you may be in this school, you don't even have a title!”

Your ears perked up, interested that information spread even to the middle school levels about yourself.

“Wait til’ our parents hear about this!!”

“We'll have you expelled immediately!”

Their noise immediately gets silenced as you cast a spell that covers their mouths like duct tape.

“How noisy.”

The younger Ames only watches as you gracefully tuck your wand away before gently holding his shoulders to get both of you up from the floor.

You quietly pat away the dust that settled on his robe like a caring older sister.

“Finn,” you called his name out as the boy flinched and prepared himself for a harsh scolding, “are you okay?”

He nods after getting over his shock from your recognition and worry for him even after all these years. He felt guilty that he and his brother were unable to properly say goodbye to you back then— they just disappeared so suddenly from your life.

“Let's talk after this, okay?” You smiled at the kid to reassure him.

You then turn your attention to the bullies still squirming around in your binding spell. Your eyes were chilly, the smile you gave Finn erased from your face.

“I'll have to bring you to Headmaster Wahlberg, it seems,” you coldly stated. The younger students freezing up in fear— they were not going to get away with this like they usually did.

Long story short, you explained to the Headmaster how the kids were making Finn do all their classwork as the poor kid barely had enough time to do his. After some interrogation with a magic spell that makes you spill only the truth, it was found out these kids were doing this since their second year.

The Headmaster was furious and valued academic integrity that was especially expected from those of noble lineage. The kids were quickly expelled, the wise man thanking you for bringing the issue to his attention before dismissing you and Finn.

Now that the issue was over, you went to the cafeteria with the boy— believing that it can ease up his nerves before you ask him about his school life.

The first thing you asked was why would the kids continuously bully him after knowing his brother became the newest Divine Visionary. You immediately followed up with a question asking if Rayne knew.

Finn seemed antsy, fiddling with his spoon.

“Why does Rayne not know?” you basically demanded to be answered, knowing how important it was.

“Nii-sama,” he gulps, “we— he doesn't talk to me…”

That was a big reveal, your eyes immediately widened.

“What?”

He continued, “It's understandable… I'm just a weak embarrassment to him…” the poor kid dejectedly said.

You don't know what to say.

Rayne was known to be protective of Finn when you were kids— he cared about his younger brother a lot.

You wonder if something drastically changed aside from how the older Ames acted. It just wasn't like him to not care for his younger brother.

For now, all you could offer to Finn was your help whenever he needed it. You brought it upon yourself to take care of him while his brother was busy ignoring him.

You think about what else you missed out on— what you didn't know. All you knew was that your childhood guilt was not the cause of the sudden disappearance of the Ames siblings back then.

But your inner self keeps chewing you out for not treating them nicer at the very least back then, always poking fun at them.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

It was all too unexpected— what was only supposed to be a simple recon mission turned to an all out battle against a whole dark magic organization. You and Rayne were getting more and more exhausted as the enemies endlessly appeared to capture or kill you both.

You heave.

Let's backtrack a bit, shall we?

Rayne finally got assigned his first mission as Divine Visionary to do some reconnaissance on a suspicious organization that's been monitored by the Bureau for a while now. As the newest and youngest of the Visionaries, someone else would have to accompany the male to his first mission. However, the other Visionaries were busy with other work.

The male in question had no qualms about going solo at all, but the protocols called for him to be paired with someone skilled enough incase of a worst case scenario. So it came as a bit of surprise when the Flame Cane recommended you as his pair for the mission.

Some Visionaries had questions as to why Kaldo suggested pairing up two young students on a mission that potentially had its risks— but knowing how sharp the albino’s judgement on talents is, approved of the arrangements after a bit of discussion. So you were called into Headmaster Wahlberg’s office— you've been frequenting a lot this year, you noticed— in order to request your assistance in the issue.

You accepted since it almost seemed like your life mission was to help Rayne in just about anything. The male, despite knowing full well of your capabilities in application, was slightly displeased at the information he received of being assisted by you on his first Visionary mission.

He kept his expression as neutral as possible, you however were able to pick up on it quickly as you two got a quick rundown of the mission before being sent off. You felt kind of rejected for some reason— but did not question the half blond.

The location of the organization you two were supposed to investigate was very isolated and secluded so even if a commotion were to happen, no outsider would be able to help you two. So that was also one of the reasons they had to pair Rayne up with another capable mage despite his skills.

It was supposed to be just a simple recon, nothing less. The place had pretty tight security so you two proceeded with absolute caution.

The organization’s executives were having a meeting, so that was where you two observed with a stealth spell you conjured up and the special cloaks the Bureau provided you both with.

They were talking about the progress of their research in creating chimeras— monsters made through combining different parts, be it magical creatures, animals, monsters, or even humans. You felt sick to your stomach listening to them casually talk about getting more live human subjects.

Then the meeting got so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

It was just one of the executives, who was very vigilant, had quickly informed the other members of intruders' eavesdropping. The whole place quickly turned upside down as an alarm rang throughout the underground establishment.

You two had to leave— but it was impossible to do quickly without revealing your exact whereabouts.

Eventually you two got discovered and had to fight for your lives. And here we are back to the present.

“Elite magicians incoming from the next hallway.” You informed Rayne, having to continuously cast a survey spell to detect enemy locations in a certain area incase of another unexpected variable.

“Any response from the Bureau?” he asked urgently. The honey eyed male didn't waste another second to send his swords flying to the group of elite magicians that just rounded the corner before they could even try preparing an attack.

You two continued running, “Said they'd send the Light Cane since he just finished his mission in the next town.” you said, setting up another barrier to defend against an attack from behind you two. “It'd take a while, though.”

“We can bulldoze through the units in the right turn.” Rayne wordlessly follows, trusting your judgement and skills.

After a few twists and turns, you managed to maneuver yourselves to a very spacious chamber— a training room, you supposed. At least this would allow the half blond to securely summon up more powerful spells to deter the enemies. The open area also allowed the two of you to anticipate attacks quicker due to the absence of the sharp corners of each twisting hallway.

“A whole bunch of them are rushing in here, seems to be the last.”

“Can finally wipe them all out in one go.” he muttered, exhaustion was actually taking its toll on both of you.

You nod in agreement and set up a trap that would completely immobilize those that step within its area of effect radius— a spell you were proud to call your Secondth.

So the enemies all come rushing in, without regard to possible traps set up. They were only thinking how the two of you can be easily overwhelmed by their sheer numbers no matter how powerful you two were.

As easily as that, they get impaired by a magic circle appearing beneath them— golden chains shooting upwards to capture each and every soldier. They could do nothing but be mercilessly beat up by the rain of swords your companion sent towards them.

You heaved, magic reserves almost completely drained due to the continuous casting of surveying, shielding, and binding spells. You casted one last survey spell to ensure the area was clear.

Your stomach dropped in dread and Rayne quickly noticed.

“Is there more?” he had to get it out of you fast.

“Only one…” you steeled yourself once again, “but this guy's way beyond the power level of the elite ones we dealt with.”

You were barely swift enough to set up a shield in time before a very destructive spell was shot in your direction. The whole area shook from the impact of the explosion.

“Tsk. So they sent the newest Visionary to foil my plans in creating the greatest beings of all time? I guess I'd have to take care of some pests that are in the way.”

It was the executive from earlier. The guy didn't even try to flee. He was a lanky middle aged man that had his messy, shoulder length hair down— wearing a suit that seemed a size too big for him. Overall looks like an old tired office worker that either was on something or just has perpetual insomnia.

The smoke clears and you two were mainly unharmed from his magic.

“Oh, you survived that… “ The old man scratches his head.

“Partisan.” Rayne wasted no time to send a counterattack.

The enemy clicks his tongue, the main battle only having just started.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

It was admittedly tough— given that you both were worn down from the endless waves of mages that came your way prior to the fight against the lanky executive. At the very least, he was defeated, motionlessly laying on the floor.

You sigh out a breath of relief, absolutely glad it was over. Rayne also visibly showed signs of ease as his countenance released tension.

“We should probably wait for Mr. Grantz outside instead.” You pat away the dust from your robe, as your companion only wordlessly nods his head in agreement with your plan.

You two start heading out calmly as if there weren't bodies littering the ground around the entrance of the training hall. You observed that all of them were down for the count anyways.

Feeling something strange hanging in the air, you look back to see the executive standing up on his feet in a stagger. Something fell with a clink as a glass vial started rolling away from the old man.

Although you were confident that the executive would be unable to continue fighting— your gut feeling was urging you to immediately flee.

Without much of a thought, you tackled Rayne to the floor as a stream of dark ominous flames barely missed you two.

You strangle back a scream as searing hot pain ran across your back. You look behind to see that you weren't able to completely dodge the attack. The clothes on your back were just burned away as your skin got mercilessly scorched. You observed further as the security you and Rayne defeated got the brunt of the attack, and were in a much worse condition than you were— their screams of pain and the sight making you want to throw up.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to forget the grotesque sight, trying to block out the sounds.

“(Y/n).” Rayne’s voice brings you back to reality as you open your eyes to meet with his golden ones.

You gulp, trying to find your voice amidst the pain spreading around your injury.

The half blond was cursing in his mind very badly— having noticed too late that the enemy wasn't fully incapacitated. It didn't help that you got wounded while getting the both of you out of the line of fire.

The pain was unbearable, you were trying to cast a healing spell to at least stop the bleeding and the pain. However, you find that the attack made it impossible to do so.

“Shiitshitshit.” You swore, you can't be here being a liability to Rayne.

Another attack was sent but the male luckily picked you up and dodged it. You hissed from the abrupt movement but you had no choice but to suck it up.

“Rayne, don't get hit by any attack… my healing isn't working…”

He was worried to learn that you weren't able to heal yourself— he had to put you somewhere safe first. And so he ran with you in his arms as he sent a barrage of swords behind him to stall time.

He stopped at an empty hallway, setting you down prone due to your back injury. You two were basically backed into a corner, not even knowing when backup would arrive.

“Just leave me here.” You urged him, thinking that it was best that at least one of you got out— you were also starting to see black dots within your vision.

“No.” Rayne immediately refused.

“I won't be any help,” you breathe as the air makes your wounds sting further, “you have the best chance of getting out.”

“I can still fight, I just need you to hold on until then.” He left no room for arguments as you clenched your fist.

Footsteps approached from down the hallway.

“Found you.”

“Stay put.” The honey eyed male basically commanded you.

You watched on as he faced the executive head on, exchanging attacks. He was holding up well, having followed your advice in avoiding getting hit. Despite how capable Rayne was, you knew how he was basically at his limit due to the earlier events.

So with your consciousness fading away, you've gathered all the power you can into a spell and casted it on your companion. You watch as he takes a quick glance in your direction, but cannot observe further as you promptly fall unconscious— energy completely depleted.

And so everything turned black.

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[imagine-lcorp]

Having Arachnid Powers and Dating Lena Luthor Would Include...

Request

@sandwichitodemilanesa could you please write what would include dating lena, being a kind of spider woman? probably have gotten your power because of Lena's dad or brother experiments to make a superhuman but now you're trying to be a super friend and save the world . thanks  you so much <3

A/N: Hello y'all, sorry for being MIA, honestly adulthood is kinda sucking my soul, but as I've said before I'm still around. This time doing this little piece that was such fun honestly, also I love sandiwichitos de milanesa so I just couldn't ignore it. Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it! <3

Lena Luthor x Superhero Fem!R/Arachnid Powers/Word Count: 1,388

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Your story starting the first time Lena ever saw you, you were on the news, stopping a bank robbery.

You were using nothing but a black hoodie, grey pants, a ski mask, and a pair of worn out shoes, and had disappeared before Supergirl could arrive.

The cameras spotted you swinging your way out through the building of National City, using what at first she imagined were hook-shots.

Like the rest of the city, she started seeing you more often on the news with growing curiosity as you helped all citizens.

The news outlets trying to come up with names for you; "The Human Spider", "The Web Slinger", "The Wall Crawler", "Arachnid Woman".

Your first close encounter with Lena was during a supervillian attack on L-Corp. The top floors were crumbling while Supergirl was fighting and you appeared, saving all the people from the falling debris, including her.

You carried her in your arms as you used your webs to pull you down to the ground, keeping her safe but leaving before she could say anything.

She and the whole DEO searching for you after that, wanting to know who you were and where you came from.

Lena investigating you but coming to dead ends, trying to understand you and your powers from what she sees in the news and DEO reports.

Losing hope after many months only for you to swing to her office balcony one night as she looked down the city.

"I believe you and your friends have been looking for me."

"Mostly me, but yes."

"What for?"

"I wanted to thank you, for saving my life."

Distrusting Lena initially due to personal reasons and avoiding further contact but slowly getting used to her as you came to her aid several more times.

"We should stop meeting in life threatening situations, Miss Luthor."

"We certainly should, and I still don't know your name."

"I guess you can call me (Y/N), for now."

Warming up to her and even visiting her a few times at her office. Always reaching her floor by crawling on the side of her building or swinging with your webs to avoid being spotted.

You always work this late, Miss Luthor?

I could ask the same.

You know what they say, crime never sleeps.

Lena noticing more and more of how your powers work, even making you a suit to help you out, leaving it on her balcony with a little note after leaving early from work one day.

Smiling at the gesture and the news making noise about your new look the next day, giving you new superhero names and such.

Going to her office more often and starting to enjoy your small conversations with her and the balcony kind of becoming your meeting place.

Finally building enough trust to tell her who you were and explain how you got your powers.

Telling her you had been very sick, almost too far gone a few years back, when her brother offered you some sort of experimental treatment for your illness. You accepted and Lex brought you to Luthorcorp.

Little did you know, her brother had been running illegal and dangerous human experiments in there.

You had woken up in a cryosleep chamber years later in a secret facility, as you had been the only survivor of his experiments and the only one who seemed to assimilate your new given powers correctly.

"I had nothing and nowhere to go but I didn't want to use my powers to take advantage of people."

Lena offering you a place to stay and helping you go back on track with your life.

Supergirl and Alex also offering you a place in the DEO but refusing as places like that bring you bad memories but offering your help back in case they need it.

Having a bit of trouble adapting your new life with the superhero gig going on but Lena helping you as best as she can with everything you need.

"What if I say I need a million dollars?"

Lena discovering your funny dorky side.

Your relationship with Lena growing over time as she helps you settle as the newest heroine of National City.

Lena helping you design your supersuit and inventing new devices for you.

"I think I need to come up with a superhero name. People are starting to call me 'The Tarantula' and 'Black Widow'."

"Mmh, maybe you would like something more classic?"

"Like what?"

"How about… 'Arachne'?"

Her choosing your new name and going along with it.

Visiting her regularly when the city seems calmer and conversing for hours in her balcony.

Developing a soft spot for her and finally inviting her to move with you through the city.

"You know I have a driver and a car, right?"

"Swinging is faster, you can avoid a lot of traffic."

Lena actually enjoying the rides with you, although only the short ones.

Lena introducing you to the Superfriends.

"So, spider powers, uh? What's that exactly? Extra eyes? Extra legs? Can you stick to any surface?"

"No extra limbs as far as I'm aware…and I suppose I can stick to anything, uh, so far?"

"Cool. And the web, does it come from-?"

"Alex, stop."

"I'm just asking. What? As if you aren't curious too."

Lena helping you train and taking the chance to analyze and help you with your own powers.

She realizing she worries about you the more you get involved in fights to protect National City, particularly when Kara isn't in town.

She being the one to patch you up at your place when you don't want to stay at the DEO.

"You should see the other guy. The other guy, in this instance, being a killer croc."

Lena visiting your place and spending more time with you outside her office and the DEO.

Putting more attention to her and her safety when a fight or battle breaks lose.

Realizing after many of those you like her more than you think and going to her balcony one night to confess your feelings.

Lena admitting the same and being happy about it as you ask her to go on a date with you.

Spending your first date with Lena watching the sunset from the highest place of the city after a rooftop picnic.

Lena making sure to leave L-Corp early to spend more time with you.

Helping each other when there are criminals on the loose and being very protective of Lena if there's any after her.

Upside down kisses.

Taking her to dates by swinging around the city and her offering her limousine from time to time as a way to spoil you.

Making it official and the Superfriends being really supportive and happy for you.

Being awkward and nerdy around each other.

Very interesting moments in bed.

Grabbing food or coffee for her any chance you can so you can visit her at her office.

Dates on her office balcony also becoming a regular thing.

Sticking upside down out of her window and knocking at it at the end of her office hours to take her home.

Enjoying swinging around the city just to keep her clinging to you.

"You better hold on tight, spider-monkey."

"Is that a Twilight reference? I shouldn't have let Kara convince us to watch those."

Lots of game nights with the Superfriends and always teaming up with Lena.

Lena being your unofficial handler and she always being on your side whatever happens on your fights and missions.

You always supporting Lena and her ideas, but knowing when to call her out when things feel out of hand.

She doing the same with you, particularly when you feel responsible for everyone.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), sometimes the hardest thing about this is you can't always save everybody."

Hugs so tight and long they feel like home.

Leaving Lena huge messages around different spaces of the city written with your web. Mostly hearts with her initial in the middle.

Being really close and intimate on your alone moments.

Always coming to aid the Superfriends when they need you or teaming up with Alex and the DEO.

Lena spoiling you with new gadgets and even making you a new suit with nano-tech.

"Like Kara's, but way cooler."

"Oh yes, but don't let her hear you say that."

[cilil]

Hi, do you have any advices for budding writers on AO3 or here?

Hey! :)

I've given this some thought and compiled what I hope might be some helpful pointers, but if there's anything else or anything specific you want to hear more about, feel free to ask again. Also I'm assuming this is about the amazing craft of fanfic and not, uh, building a platform or whatever (I wouldn't be very helpful with that, I'm a nobody x)).

Share what you feel comfortable sharing.

So since you're asking about budding writers on AO3 and Tumblr, I take it you're at a point where you feel comfortable sharing your writing online, which is amazing. Nevertheless, I feel the need to once again mention (just for anyone who may be in the same or a similar situation) that it's completely alright not to be comfortable with it (yet) or not to share everything you write. I share almost everything simply because I'm annoying and it makes me feel accomplished and since I've grown pretty comfortable with it, I might as well; but not everyone feels that way and feelings also change. It's completely alright to write just for yourself or a small circle of friends.

Don't worry too much about "being good".

I will be the first to admit that I deeply relate to struggling with perfectionism when it comes to writing (and other creative pursuits). However, as someone who's been reading fic for many years, tends to be into quite niche and obscure things sometimes and is rarely spoiled by big fandoms' abundance of food, I want all writers, especially new ones, to know that you don't have to write the most amazing, perfect, publishing-ready pieces. What matters is your passion and creativity, which will show in your writing regardless of skill level. Not to mention that fic is free and in fact a tool for many to experiment.

That's not to say you can't strive to improve or be good - by all means, I find it admirable if you want to hone your craft and make progress as you continue to write. Just don't let perfectionism ruin your fun and stifle your creativity.

How to get better without trying overly hard.

Aside from just writing, writing and writing (that is the most important part though), how do you improve without making it a point to do so? Well, if it works for you to read/watch guides or you enjoy specific writing exercises, that's great, but one thing that I find gets overlooked a lot in writing spaces is simply: Reading. Just reading for fun.

I find that I often discover little things in other people's writing that I really like and then I think to myself "wow, that's really neat how they did that, maybe I could take a page out of their book" (pun intended) and make it a point to pay attention to these things when I write. Essentially, it's like creating a nice patchwork blanket which is your style, made up of your own voice and preferences as a writer and cool stuff you picked up on the road.

Let me just name some examples, which, yes, are also an excuse to shamelessly blow some writer friends of mine a well-deserved kiss of appreciation. @sauron-kraut writes incredibly polished short stories with beautiful wording and atmosphere that have a lot of little hidden things to discover and dissect, and I want to steal her ability to set the stage and hide those easter eggs. @a-world-of-whimsy-5 is an absolute legend when it comes to writing medieval and medieval-adjacent stuff, and I learned so much from her fics. @i-did-not-mean-to has a way of writing with such esprit and wit that I always end up in a good mood after, a style of narrative voice I've adored for over a decade, and I've greatly improved my humorous writing in particular thanks to her. @crackinthecup has the marvelous ability to craft extremely emotionally evocative scenes, which have encouraged me to be more courageous and experimental in my sentence melody and structure. @tragedybunny has a way of writing that reminds me of coming home to a warm and comfy place, and I will find out how she did it and how I can do it as well.

So as you can see, it can be super helpful to compare notes with your fellow writers. Never be discouraged by someone else's ability; instead learn and expand your own.

Feedback, criticism and community.

Let me just get one thing out of the way: You don't have to take criticism from everyone. Or at all. As far as I understand, the fanfic community has come to to agree that we're doing this for fun and don't give criticism unprompted/when we aren't sure it's wanted or welcome. As a general rule: Take criticism from those you would also seek advice from. Ask for feedback if you feel comfortable, and if not, that's a valid boundary to have and I will gently smack anyone who presumes to pick apart writing that was made for fun and generously shared with the community for free.

The community aspect, however, should be taken into account on other fronts. While I won't tell anyone they have to interact and believe that, in an ideal world, everyone's writing would just speak for itself, it is helpful to engage with the community. Things you can do (both on Tumblr and AO3 if also applicable/possible) include: Respond to people interacting with your works, interacting with other people's works (for example while you're doing your reading sessions and looking at other writers' styles) and just overall being present, being talkative, going with the flow.

Again, this is not a must. But I will say that pretty much all of us want positive responses and interactions on their work and that just won't work if you expect everyone to show up for you all the time and never show up for anyone else. Engagement, passion and community are our "currency" in the absence of money and reciprocity is an important element of that. A lot of friction and complaints in the fanfic community regarding lack of interaction or entitlement are rooted in misunderstandings of this fundamental principle.

But don't take this in a cynical manner. Seek out what you enjoy, share the joy and passion and you'll make friends just accidentally - which is the part that I find makes fandom on AO3 and Tumblr so much fun! (I don't even want to be a "traditional" author anymore, I want this instead😁)

Find your groove and groove along.

Lastly, make sure your writing is fun for you or else it'll become a chore and eventually get ruined for you as a hobby. This is unfortunately a continuous task as your needs and interests shift - for example you might be in the mood to do an entire drabble challenge one month and during another month you feel so drained that you couldn't do another one. Or you might want to write something different for a change. Or whatever it may be.

Either way, one recent lesson I've learned is that I got too tied up in obligations and it left no space for spontaneous inspiration, so I never got to write what I wanted to write in the moment and it pushed me quite close to burnout. Do yourself a favor and always hold that space for yourself. In practice, this could for example mean that you do one event and on the side write this cool new idea you had, instead of doing three events - which is fun and games until it starts getting too much and you don't have time for your passion projects.

Finding your groove also includes the whole technical aspect, such as which writing programs you use, which device (or none at all), where you write, how to make yourself comfortable, how to get in the right headspace for things. I would also like to encourage all of you to be a bit crazy and whimsical about this: For example I've gone to the perfume store, picked out a scent for a specific character in a specific scene and sniffed it while writing the description several times now. Do what it takes. And say goodbye to your squeaky clean search history - you will research some weird stuff just to get that one line right.

So yeah, these are just my random thoughts on fic writing and what has been helpful in order for me to have lots of fun with this hobby. Happy writing!

[drdemonprince]

can i ask for some sex advice? im a bisexual trans guy, i’ve been with cis women and had hookups with a cis guy where he just went down on me. i’m generally attracted to all genders, but sexually i find myself turned off/repulsed by penises and cum so i’ve only pursued hookups with ppl with vulvas (so far cis women and other ftms) or situations where i don’t have to interact with the penis. totally fine with trans women and femmes who are post-op, etc. i’ve just been worried that i’m gross/transphobic/a chaser? even though im bi i feel like a shitty person for not being into dick.

Hey, thanks for the question. I think it is a good thing to be asking oneself. I think that even if you were to conclude that your attitudes were transphobic, I don't think the solution would be pushing yourself to have sex you didn't want to have or trying to force yourself to "get over" the associations that you have. That won't work, and it's not your fault for having them. What matters is how we treat people, not what fleeting thoughts and emotions we might have privately, which is part of why it is so annoying for cis people to act as if they are persecuted for having a "genital preference" or whatever. The problem isn't their feelings. It's their exclusionary, cruel, often violent actions and the words they express publicly.

I think it's worth contemplating that many trans femme people have absolutely no desire to use their penises during sex, or can't because of various medical issues, and do not produce cum that looks anything like the way most cis men produce cum. How would you feel about a trans woman who does have a penis using a strap-on on you? About you two fisting each other? About you using a hitachi magic wand on her? How do you feel when you see a trans guy with a post-phalloplasty cock? Try to reflect on questions like these with curiosity and not judgement.

Maybe you will explore your feelings and find that there are still barriers; maybe for example you wouldn't feel comfortable going down on someone's penis, but would be happy to be fucked with a strap-on by someone who has a penis, or to fuck them. That's okay. Lots of trans women want exactly that kind of sexual encounter anyway. And lots more are open minded and recognize that T4T sex is experimental and free-floating and doesn't have to involve any specific sex acts. Negotiating these things should be done delicately and respectfully, but it is always fine to say "I don't do [xyz]" or "I don't want to do xyz right now."

I relate more to your question that you might know, albeit from a different direction. I have a lot of dysphoria about having a vagina; though PIV can feel good, what I most picture myself as having in my mind's eye is nothing at all between my legs. I hate receiving oral, as I've talked about a lot, but I'm also dysphoric about and disturbed by giving oral to a person with a vagina. I have also experienced a lot of sexual trauma that involved a (typically cis male) partner forcing or pressuring me to have sex with cis women. That's happened to me many times over the course of my life. It's also made facing any pressure whatsoever to have sex with women (either cis or trans) deeply triggering and upsetting to me.

All of my own personal hang-ups and traumas have left me feeling funnily very much like that one line from Saltburn, "Women are too wet. Men are so lovely and dry."

I do get into my head about it being super transphobic of me sometimes. But I have also had fun, carefree, experimental, gratifying, hot sex with trans men with vaginas. I might not be able to eat them out, but there's lots I can do. I can finger them, put my hands in them, eat their asshole, take their strap, suck their strap-on, kiss them, fondle them, play with their nipples, be fucked alongside them, writhe atop a single hitachi together with them, slap their ass, put a dildo in them, whatever. I just don't want to eat them out or have them eat me out, for the most part.

It would be highly understandable if a trans guy felt invalidated by my feeling that way or didn't want to have sex with me given those limits. that's fine. I understand this stuff is fraught and sucks sometimes. I don't talk about my feelings around this topic publicly often because it is so contentious and I don't want feelings to be hurt. But in my heart I'm comfortable with where I am at. I know which limits I have that seem immovable and I don't really want to push them ever again. Having those limits pushed is what traumatized me. At the same time, I know it's not connected in any way to seeing trans men as lesser than cis men, or as less attractive, and I know it's not a barrier to me having sex with trans men if the moment and our interests both align. I'm not a bad person for feeling this way. It's actually really hard to be trans and to be wired this way. But I'm doing the best I can with it to both grow, and not be an asshole, and also to find fulfillment.

[pressplay-if]

I've written some asks before about MC romancing Angel and Zima. The thing is, I for sure just wanted to romance Zima. The angst, the drama, and Zima's allure are enough to entice me even before Zima is introduce into the narrative.

But Angel stole my heart. I wasn't considering him from the initial post description. And while I thought the idea of him not being incredibly attractive was interesting, and had the potential to a quite cute romance, I didn't think I would pursue him since Zima was right there.

Then the demo drops, and boom! Angel is a dream. He is affectionate, he is a bro. He is supportive. And clearly cares. I think my MC could easily grow attached to Angel both as a friend (if you ever implement a best friend feature, unless is incompatible with romance, I would choose Angel immediately as my MC's best friend) and as a lover.

Then the NSFW alphabets convinced me further. While I still want Zima (my MC is a bottom, so it's only natural), the idea of being experimental with Angel seems so fun that I even imagine scenarios for them. It's crazy.

I also love the dynamic between my MC (a very tall man, with a down to earth kind of beauty), being so attractive and all, being so deeply in love with a guy that people would so easily put to a side because he is average looking. I just love the idea of my MC being devoted to Angel, as a pilgrim with a Saint, only for the world to simply not understand it. I also love the idea of my MC, looking for cuddles from Angel, while being so much taller than him. And Angel being so receptive, and so caring, as if MC was a small bean instead of a big man.

I don't know how you did it to make me so enthralled by an RO. At this point I'm just waiting to see how Zima is, at which point my heart my decide to drop Zima in favor of Angel. Or not. If there is poly I just need those too to top my MC. How will that work? No idea, but the vision is too great to give it up.

Anyway. I guess I owe you a question. This being an ask, after all. So, I wonder. How is Angel name's pronounced? Is like in Spanish (Ángel)? Or just the standard English pronunciation (if such a thing exists, since English is not standardized at all)?

Have a nice day!

Thank you so much for the Angel-appreciation and the very long ask. I reread these when I feel down you know. This is quality material. Angel would like to wear your very tall MC like a scarf <3

Ok so. His name. Originally, I wanted to go for the Spanish spelling and pronunciation, but then I grew enamored with the idea of him being literally named Angel. Like an actual angel. So I decided to use A instead of Á, even though in my head, I pronounce it Ángel. I also imagine Angel will introduce himself pronouncing it differently everytime to confuse people, so there's no general consensus even among the band members on his it's pronounced 😂

[differenteagletragedy]

swap au: the boy across the street is Baxter, the boy who lives far away but is still your friend is Cove, and the boy who comes for but one summer is Derek.

When I tell you the powerful and immediate urge I had to rewrite the entire dang game with this ... this is so much fun, thank you!!!

You could hear the new neighbors moving in at your spot behind your house. You'd thought about taking a peek to see what kind of people they were like, but decided to stay out of the way, watching clouds on the poppy hill instead. With how nosy your moms had been after the "for sale" sign disappeared, you'd be learning about them soon enough.

After a while, the clouds stopped holding your attention and you stood, looking for a new activity. Before you knew it, you were making your way to the shore -- there was always something to do there.

When you arrived, the typically empty beach wasn't quite as empty as it usually was. Up near the path, away from the water but still on the sand, was a boy. He looked to be your age, maybe a little older. He hadn't heard you approach, and was instead staring straight ahead at the ocean.

"Hi," you said, and you quickly broke whatever spell he was under. "I haven't seen you around before."

"That would be because I just moved here," he said. He pulled on the hem of his shirt, then smiled at you, extending a hand. "My name is Baxter Ward."

At the time, you thought it was weirdly formal, something grown-ups did to greet each other, not kids. But over time, as you got to know him and all his quirks, you looked back at the moment fondly.

That summer, he became your best friend.

You took to each other immediately, and if you had it your way you would've have spent every waking minute together. Sometimes Baxter couldn't hang out though -- he didn't talk about it much, but he seemed sad sometimes when he talked about his parents, and the few times you spoke with them you got the feeling they didn't like you very much.

But Baxter, as oddly formal as he was, wasn't afraid to break rules. And after a meeting between his parents and yours that didn't seem to go so well, your moms were quick to welcome him whenever he wanted to come over. You were able to get close.

By the time the summer was over, you could hardly remember what life was like before he came into it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Five years later, you were 13, and Baxter was still your best friend. He went to a private school while you went to the public one, and from what little he told you about it, he didn't really have friends there. It was a boring place to be, he told you, and he'd much rather be spending time with you than with those spoiled rich kids.

He never bothered noting that he was also a spoiled rich kid.

One day, the two of you were in your bedroom, wasting away a day together. He was lying comfortably on your bed and you were sitting at the foot of it, leaned against the window he regularly used for secret visits -- when he didn't want to hear his parents complain about him spending so much time with you, he found it easier to just slip away unnoticed.

"There's a boy coming over today," he mentioned, ending a comfortable silence. "I think you'll find him interesting."

"If you think he's interesting, then I'm officially scared," you teased.

He smirked in response. He was proud.

Over the past few months, Baxter had started getting more experimental with his fashion. He'd always dressed a bit preppy, and that hadn't changed much, but now he was moving towards clothes that were only black and white. He'd shown you a few more alternative pieces he'd ordered, things that matched the color scheme but were a little more out there, but he hadn't had the nerve to wear them out yet.

"He's the son of a business partner of my father's," he explained of the mystery boy. "I've met him a few times before, he's very shy."

"Then why do you think I'll think he's interesting?" you asked.

"He's also very cute."

You blushed, and he laughed.

You'd had a crush on him for a while, and you couldn't tell if he knew, or if he might like you back, but it was certainly clear that he enjoyed teasing you about anything even remotely related to dating. It always flustered you, but he enjoyed that, too.

He opened his mouth to say anything else, but before he could, the door to your room opened and Liz popped her head in.

"Some kid is at the door asking for you," she told Baxter. "I didn't realize you'd officially moved in."

"Thank you for the warm welcome, sis," he said easily, then stood and looked at you.

"Let's go," he said. "That would be the boy of the hour."

He held out a hand to help you off the bed, and, blushing again, you took it. There was that smirk again, but this time he chose to let it go.

When you went downstairs and to the door, you saw the boy had retreated back towards the street, looking uncomfortable. He was tall and gangly with bright green hair and glasses, and Baxter had been right -- he was cute.

"Cove!" your friend called out brightly, leading you over for an introduction. The boy, Cove, held up his hand in a slight wave. He was nervous.

But as awkward as Cove was, he managed to work his way into your cozy little friend group of two, turning it into a trio.

At one point during the summer, you and Cove had exchanged phone numbers. His father -- his parents were divorced and he lived in another neighborhood with his dad -- was much more easygoing than Baxter's parents, so you were able to visit him quite a bit.

You were even invited over for a sleepover, which Baxter had been surprised about. He'd reacted strangely when you told him about it, it seemed -- you weren't sure if he was upset that his parents had never let you stay over, or if it was something about you getting close to Cove. But in the end, he'd put on his old friendly smile and told you to have fun.

When your moms dropped you off at Cove's house, he greeted you at the door and invited you in, as awkward as the day you had met.

"It was my dad's idea, to ask you to stay over," he explained as you made your way to his room to hang out. "Not that I don't want you to stay over! It was just his idea is all."

"Why would he want me to stay over?" you asked.

He turned to face you as you came to a stop in his bedroom, but he kept his eyes down. He started rubbing his arm, a nervous tick you'd picked up on pretty quickly.

"I don't ... I mean, I don't really have many friends, I guess," he said. "My dad wants me to have more. I think he worries about it."

"Why didn't you ask Baxter?"

"My dad doesn't like his dad," he said.

That made sense to you. You didn't like Baxter's dad either.

Cove didn't live in your neighborhood, but he still lived near a beach. You walked there together and spent most of the evening there, and when you went back, his dad had cooked you dinner.

Throughout the day, he had loosened up, but when it was time for bed, he started getting shy again. His father had laid out two sleeping bags side by side on the living room floor, and after you both got into them, he didn't say a word.

"Cove?" you asked.

He didn't say anything. You turned to face him, sure he hadn't been able to fall asleep that quickly. In the faint light coming in from the kitchen, you saw his eyes wide open, and maybe a tiny bit of color on his cheeks.

"Are you all right?"

He turned his head toward you slightly, not enough to make eye contact, and said, "Yeah."

It wasn't very convincing.

It was your turn to stay quiet -- you weren't sure what to say. Then, without further prompting, he turned to face you too. He met your eyes.

"I get nervous around you," he said plainly. "More than other people. That's why I don't say stuff sometimes."

"Oh," you replied. Then, "Why?"

He shrugged, a decidedly non-romantic gesture, but it still tugged at your heartstrings.

He ended up changing the subject, and you laid there together for a long time, whispering about what you'd done that day and what you wanted to do tomorrow, what you wanted to do with your lives. It was nice, and when you finally fell asleep, you thought maybe you could see Cove being in your life for a long time.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Five more years went by, and more big changes came with them.

Baxter was your best friend and still your neighbor -- for the time being. You'd graduated high school and were now adults, and you knew he was desperate to get out of his parents' home.

Cove was still important to you, though you'd been seeing him less and less. His father had cut professional ties with Baxter's, and there was a bit of bad blood there. He'd also decided he wanted to go to college to study marine biology, which was no big surprise, but it did mean that a lot of his free time went to studying.

You weren't sure what exactly you wanted to do, but at the beginning of the summer, an opportunity for a quick adventure before diving into real adulthood presented itself, almost literally on your doorstep.

Gossip spread easily in Sunset Bird, and your moms had heard that the newly vacant condo next door to Baxter's house had been rented. They were eager to see who was coming into the neighborhood, but because they had to leave for work before anything happened, they asked you and Baxter, who was almost always over, to keep an eye out.

Baxter agreed before you could say anything. He'd always done anything your moms asked. You thought it was because he was thankful that they'd unofficially adopted him as their third child.

The two of you settled outside on your front step, waiting and chatting idly about some nonsense he'd made up about who the new neighbor would be. He was really getting into the details when a cab pulled up across the street, and a guy who looked to be about your age stepped out.

"This is not what I expected," Baxter whispered to you before letting his mouth hang open.

You watched as the newest resident of your tiny town moved to the back of the car, opening the trunk and easily pulling out a suitcase. He was all muscles and tan skin and had such a big smile as he tipped the driver. The cab left, and the stranger must have felt your eyes on him, because he turned to you then and smiled even wider.

"Hey, neighbors!" he called out, sounding as friendly as he looked. He started making his way over, and you saw bright green eyes twinkling at you.

Baxter stood, sticking his hand out to help you up. You took it, and he used his other hand to smooth his black and white hair.

"My name's Derek," the guy said holding out a hand to you the same way Baxter had when you first met him ten years before. You shook it, and he smiled directly at you before moving to shake your friend's hand as well.

You and Baxter introduced yourselves, then Baxter asked, "So, Derek, what brings you into our tiny neck of the woods?"

"I'm on vacation," he answered. "Well, kind of. I play college soccer, and there's a coach in the city that's really good, I'm going to work with him this summer. My parents wanted me to have an actual vacation too though, so ..."

He finished his thought by gesturing to his condo.

"I see," Baxter said, and you could hear it in his voice already -- he was turning the charm on. "Well, you know what they say about all work and no play. If you ever feel the need to play, don't hesitate to find us."

Ten years of friendship, and Baxter could still make you blush. If Derek was taken aback by his forwardness, he didn't show it -- instead, he laughed openly.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said. You thought you saw him sneak a glance at you as his smile turned smaller, but you weren't sure.

You learned quickly that Derek was serious about his work. He left for long stretches to go into the city for his private training, and you frequently saw him out for runs around the neighborhood.

But he also, it seemed, had taken a liking to you.

One evening, he knocked on your door. You were home alone, so naturally you were the one to answer, and he was there, as always, with a big grin on his face.

"Hey!" he said. "I totally get if you have plans, but if not I thought I'd come check to see if you wanted to hang out?"

"I'm free," you told him.

"Cool. Do you wanna come over?"

When you paused, he quickly continued, telling you, "Oh no, I'm not ... I'm not trying to ... do you like video games?"

A few minutes later, you were sitting next to Derek on his couch, starting up a game of MarioKart.

His composure regained, he said, "I hope you know I'm not going to take it easy on you."

"Why would I think you'd take it easy on me?" you laughed, looking at the tv to choose your character.

"Pretty people always think they can get their way."

That stopped you in your tracks. You glanced over at him, and he was smiling at you.

"You would know," you replied, trying to return the compliment.

As you played, you both found little ways to get closer to each other. Once he scooted over to show you which button to press to do a certain move, and soon after you'd done the same, pretending like you'd forgotten.

After a particularly intense race, it happened -- you finally beat Derek. He'd stayed true to his word and hadn't taken it easy on you, beating you time after time, but now, you'd bested him.

You stood up enthusiastically, cheering for yourself, and ever the gentleman, he stood up as well to cheer along with you.

The next thing you knew, he had his strong arms around your waist, and yours had gone up around his neck. He leaned in a bit, then paused.

"I like you," he said softly, "and I think it would be nice to kiss you. But I'm going back to college in a couple of months, and --"

"A couple of months is enough for me," you told him.

He smiled again, then kissed you. It was gentle and sweet, and over far too soon.

"I'm thinking I should probably make a little bit more time this summer for playing," he said, giving you a smirk that could almost rival Baxter's.

[poetrysmackdown]

hi hiii i wanted to say that your account is so refreshing to see, esp with the passion you have for the arts. as someone who's been meaning to read (and write) more poetry, do you have any recommendations? some classics that everyone and their mothers know? perhaps some underrated pieces that changed you? or even just authors you like, I'm very open to suggestions :]]

Hi! Thank you so much for this kind ask :) So exciting that you’re looking to delve deeper into reading and writing! I had to take a little time to answer this because my thoughts were all over the place lol.

For a review of notable/classic poems/poets, I honestly just recommend looking at lists online or, hell, just binging Wikipedia pages for different countries’ poetry if that’s something you’re into, just to get a sense of the chronology. I read one of those little Oxford Very Short Introductions on American Poetry and thought it was pretty good, but online is quicker if you’re just searching for poets or movements to hone in on. Poetry Foundation also has lots of resources, in addition to all the poems in their database. I guess my one big classic recommendation would have to be Emily Dickinson (<3), but really the best move is just to find a poet you already enjoy and then look around to see who their peers were/are, who they were inspired by, who they’ve maybe translated here and there, etc. and follow it down the line as far as you can.

For some personal recs, here are some collections I’ve really enjoyed over the past two years or so. Bolded favorites, and linking where select poems from the book have been published online. But also, if you want a preview of a couple poems from another of the books to see if they interest you, DM me and I can send them over! You can also feel free to pilfer through my poetry tag for more stuff lol

Autobiography of Death by Kim Hyesoon trans. Don Mee Choi

Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings by Joy Harjo

DMZ Colony by Don Mee Choi

Hardly War by Don Mee Choi

Whereas by Layli Long Soldier

Geography III by Elizabeth Bishop

Dictee by Theresa Hak Kyung Cha

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine

Mouth: Eats Color—Sagawa Chika Translations, Anti-Translations, & Originals by Sawako Nakayasu

The Selected Poems of Osip Mandelstam trans. W.S. Merwin and Clarence Brown

The Branch Will Not Break by James Wright

This Journey by James Wright

God’s Silence by Franz Wright

Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke (the translation I read was by Alfred Corn—I thought it was great, but idk if there are better ones out there!)

DMZ Colony, Hardly War, Dictee, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely, and partially Whereas are all book-length poems with some prose poetry and varying levels of weirdness/denseness/multilingualism—if you were to pick one to start with, I’d say do Don’t Let Me Be Lonely or Whereas. Mouth: Eats Color is some experimental translations of Japanese modernist poet Chika Sagawa, with other translations and some of Nakayasu’s original stuff mixed in—it's definitely a bit disorienting but ultimately I remember having such fun with it, as much fun as Nakayasu probably had making it. It’s a book that emphasizes co-creation and a spirit of play, and completely changed my attitude towards translation.

If you’re less interested in that kind of formal fuckery stuff though (I get it), can’t go wrong with the other books! Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings is the one I read most recently, and it’s great—Harjo also featured in Round 1! Franz Wright also featured, and God's Silence is the collection which "Night Walk" comes from. James Wright (father of Franz) is one of my favorite poets of all time, though his poetry isn’t perfect. Even so, I’m honestly surprised he’s not doing numbers on Tumblr—Mary Oliver was a big fan of his, even wrote her "Three Poems for James Wright" after his death.

I mentioned in another post that one of my favorite poets is Paul Celan, so I’ll also recommend him here. I read Memory Rose into Threshold Speech which is a translated collection of his earlier poems, but it’s quite long if you’re just getting to know him as a poet—fortunately, both Poetry Foundation and Poets.org have a ton of his poems in their collections. There’s also an article by Ilya Kaminsky about him titled “Of Strangeness That Wakes Us” (!!!!!) that’s a great place to start, and is honestly kind of my whole mission statement when I’m reading and writing poetry. Looking at the books I’ve recommended above, a lot of them share feelings of separateness or alienation—from others, from oneself, from one’s country, from language—that breed strange, private modes of expression. That tends to be what I’m drawn to personally, and that’s some of what Kaminsky talks about.

Sorry of the length of this—I hope it's useful as a jumping-off point! And if you or anyone ends up exploring any of these poets, let me know what you think! If folks wanna reply with recommendations themselves too that'd be great :)

[nickssidewitch]

🔥 If The Sturniolo Triplets were Musicians 🪩🎤🎸 (Tarot Reading Kinda) 🔥

This is kind of based off of a random tarot reading and spiritual channeling I did recently, but also just something I brainstormed for fun!!

Don’t be afraid of sending asks of other tarot readings you would like to see, even if you would like a personal reading for yourself! I’m open to anything!

Enjoy! 🔥✨

🥶 Matt Sturniolo:

Genre(s): Pop; Soft Rock; Acoustic; some Hip-Hop features. That’s the type of music Matt listens to anyway, so he’s bound to stick to that quota. I can hear his music sounding similar to Olivia Rodrigo, Omar Apollo, Harry Styles, Shawn Mendes, Hozier, and The 1975.

Content of Songs: Introspective Views of Himself, Love, Friendships, Heartbreak, Emotions, Serious Topics such as mental health, and of course, the occasional sexy love-making anthem. Most (if not all) of his songs would be based on personal experiences around these topics. Some of them may be loosely based on observations of experiences that other people, like his friends or family, may go through.

Instrument(s) of Choice: Guitar, Drums, Piano. Matt would definitely eat up these instruments. He seems like a very hands-on type of guy, so having an instrument or a couple of sticks/mallets in his hand would satisfy that when it comes to the instruments he would choose. He would spend months learning and perfecting these instruments, and wouldn’t be afraid of performing with them on stage. He also loves the sound that a natural instrument brings to a song, rather than just electronic or manufactured sounds.

Specialty: Songwriting and Background Vocals (BGVs). He would be noted for his abilities to portray or express any emotion, time period, or setting in his songs’ lyrics. He would spend years of his career evolving his songwriting, and he could also win awards for songwriting alone. He’s also very good would stacking vocals and creating harmonies in the background of the main vocals. If you’ve seen/heard the way artists like Mariah Carey, Beyoncé, Jacob Collier, Ariana Grande, or Charlie Puth stack their vocals, then you’ll know what I’m talking about.

What Label?: He would sign with Columbia at first, amongst the likes of artists such as Harry Styles, Beyoncé, and Adele, but after a while (or when his contract ends) he will go off on his own and become indie.

Relationship with fans: Cordial with boundaries, but also intimate when meeting fans individually and privately. If you’re familiar with Harry Styles, for example, Matt’s interactions with fans would be quite similar. He will have online interactions with them, but that would decline as the years go by and as he grows in popularity. He would absolutely have a talk with a fan if he meets one on the street somewhere because he feels that a one-on-one conversation would be much more meaningful to that person than just doing autograph signings with a large group of people. He could also chat with a fan in their DMs if he saw something while scrolling through socials about them (i.e. if they painted a portrait of him he would send a DM to thank them, or if a fan randomly said something concerning about their mental health or living situation that randomly popped up on his timeline, he would send them a quick message of encouragement and possibly even help them out financially if need be). He also wouldn’t be afraid of hearing their feedback or criticisms on anything, whether music-related or not.

☔️ Nick Sturniolo:

Genre(s): Pop; Disco; Nostalgic, Experimental; House. Again, this is music that he enjoys to listen to, so it’s something he would be comfortable doing. That doesn’t mean he can’t or won’t branch out though. He could do a couple of acoustic songs as well if he was in the mood to do so (usually the sadder songs). It would have a sound reminiscent of the 80s to the early 2010s, but just very “Nick”. Dua Lipa is a good example of this, but honestly, no artists’ music sounds like the songs I hear in my head that he would make. Again, just very “Nick”.

Content of Songs: From super fun to sad, but nothing depressing. He wants people to feel good when they hear his songs, and wants them to have replay value, even becoming hits that will consistently be played even after his retirement from music.

Instrument(s) of Choice: Electronic Instruments. I feel like Nick would learn little bits of different instruments like basic scales only to do little tune-ups or music production fixes, but he is definitely not someone to play an instrument when he gets on stage or to do a stripped version of a song. He loves the sound of real instruments for sure, but it’s something about just having a universal selection of instruments at your fingertips with just a click of a mouse or tap of drum pad.

Specialty: Production and Music Videos. Nick would LIVE in the studio for days, even WEEKS, to perfect the ensemble of a song or the visuals of a music video. He already is a great photographer, videographer, and an amazing editor for YouTube videos, so why wouldn’t he excel at directing and editing music videos, especially his own? He might be the type to think that no other director, producer, or editor sees his vision for how he wants the video to play out, or hears the song the way that he hears it in his head. Even when he has to meet with other producers to master a song, he’s literally there overseeing everything to make sure they don’t mess up his stylistic choices.

What Label?: Atlantic Records, amongst artists like Melanie Martinez, Ava Max, Kelly Clarkson, Bruno Mars, Charli XCX, and Cardi B.

Relationship with Fans: Interactive, Protective, and Loving. It’s giving “ride or die”. If people come after his fans in a negative way, he will literally protect them and fight off anybody in their way. He’s also the type to interact with fans on social media and wouldn’t be afraid of taking pictures or videos with/for fans. He’s the type to make little games or clues about his next projects, just to stir the fans in a frenzy. He loves his fans dearly and doesn’t forget to say “I love you” with every post he makes, but if his fans are being naughty (i.e. running along with false rumours, posting him and a partner he chooses to keep private, being mean to other fandoms or artists), he’s not afraid of putting them in their place. He’s like the “Momma Bear” of the fandom and will give them tough love if necessary.

🦁 Chris Sturniolo:

Genre(s): Pop; Genre Fusions; Experimental; Hip-Hop/Rap features; some R&B. He’s a man of vast music taste, and so he’s a man of vast genres. He loves to experiment with different genres, even some that he’s only just heard of, and loves to fuse genres together to create something he would call “fire 🔥”. His music would song similar to Frank Ocean, Janelle Monae, RAYE, The Weeknd, Destin Conrad, and SZA. On hip-hop and rap features, he would sing in choruses or sometimes even do a little rap verse for fun, similar to how Justin Bieber does it. One wouldn’t be surprised if he blended his songs with genres like reggae, bachata, or any genre that isn’t your traditional “American” or “popular” genre.

Content of Songs: Love, Heartbreak, Enlightenment, Revival, Fun, Party Anthems. From his own love life, to having fun at parties, to feelings of renewing himself and evolving, Chris would be transparent about his life journey while also giving his audience a chance to have fun for themselves and live in the moment unapologetically.

Instrument(s) of Choice: Guitar, especially electric guitar; bass; electronic instruments. He has signature guitars that his fans know and love, and they even give his guitars little nicknames because of how familiar they are with seeing him playing them. Chris would even call his guitars those fan-given nicknames because of how much he would see them on social media.

Specialty: Live Performances. This man would OWN the stage. His presence would immediately have everyone, even the security guards of the venues, go into a trance. His award show performances would be one of the most talked about of the night, bringing you interesting visuals and new arrangements of his songs.

What Label?: Independent, but many labels would try to scout him. He would also maybe join a friend’s label.

Relationship with Fans: Very Interactive, especially before, during, and after live performances. He loves to interact with fans online, often trolling them about certain conspiracies they may come up with regarding his next projects. He loves to show love to fan-art, edits, and even music reactions on YouTube. He would go on Instagram Lives (or any other streaming platform) for updates on music, touring, etc. He would be the type to bring fans up on stage to dance or sing, or give his microphone to fans in the front row willing to sing their hearts out. He would make jokes on stage or interact with signs. Before and/or after shows, he would talk to his fans, have meet-and-greets, or do little Q&As during sound-checks. And yes, he would crowd-surf.

[billlydear]

Ok but what about Billy with a Luna Lovegood type reader? Like she always wanders, is never quite “all there,” and she always gets into the weirdest scenarios but is always just so calm about it?

I think exasperated mother hen!Billy would be amazing

STUCK - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 630 - INBOX (please request !) - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

A/N: this was so cute 🥺 i've felt not-all-there recently so this was very fun to write! i'd love to do more parts of this if anyone has any ideas <3 <3

Billy's glad he pulled up to the back of your house rather than the front, because he wouldn't have been able to see you otherwise. He's aiming for your window, gripping the fence post in front of him to launch himself over the gate and into your backyard, when he sees a pair of feet on the other side.

Your feet.

He'd recognize the tattered shoes anywhere, and he peers down to his left to see the rest of you, your torso wedged between two fence posts.

You're stuck in the fence.

"Babe," He stammers, catching your attention from where you're reaching into a nearby bush. You startle, looking up at him with wide, bewildered eyes, but they melt when they catch his own.

"Hi," You croon, "Look! There's a stray kitten in here."

He peers down uncertainly, and sure enough, he sees a flash of something orange and furry.

"Are you stuck?" He asks, but it's a formality. He knows you are.

"I think so," You give an experimental wiggle of your hips, but they don't move much, "It's okay, I got in, I can get out."

"That's... not how that works," Billy grumbles, reaching for your stomach and prodding experimentally at it. He pointedly does not take advantage of the position you're in, ass-up and lodged in place. It's a porn-obsessed teen's wet dream, but he's more concerned about your internal organs at the moment. You're already wedged in tight, and there's not much he can do to compress your stomach so that you can escape.

"Okay, I'm gonna take this plank out, babe." He sighs defeatedly, tapping at the board on your left, "Hammer's in the garage?"

"Yeah." You nod, jovial, "Thanks, Billy!"

Taking the plank out isn't the hard part, getting you out is. Your side aches slightly from where it had been pinched by the fence, and he has to be gentle. Thankfully, you've got the kitten cupped firmly in your palms, so you're distracted from the pain.

"This is Billy," You croon, brushing a thumb over the kitten's head while Billy braces a hand under your stomach to lift you. He pulls you up, back, and into his chest, biting his tongue to stop from smiling at your tone.

"He's grumpy, like, all the time," You inform the kitten, letting the tiny thing balance in one of your palms as you lift it up to be level with Billy's face. He cranes his neck back slightly, not the most confident person around animals due to lack of exposure. But the kitten doesn't seem upset, leaning forwards to sniff his nose curiously.

"Cuties," You're gushy, craning your neck up to kiss both Billy's nose and the kitten's at the same time. Your lips smack against the gap between their faces, catching the tips of their noses against the corners of your mouth.

The kitten mewls, and Billy nearly does the same.

You set the cat down in the grass, letting it claw at your shoelaces. You don't seem to mind, and it gives Billy the opportunity to talk to you without any distractions.

"Are you okay?" He reaches around your shoulder to cup his hand over your cheek, pressing against your face to turn it towards him. You stare up at him adoringly, eyes shiny as you nod.

"I'm fine."

"I'm glad," He hums, leaning in to kiss the apple of your cheek. You preen under his affection, smile wide and dreamy.

"Thanks for saving me," You reach out to toy with one of his hands, your fingertips pressing to his as you stroke them over his skin.

"Anytime," He promises, unable to stop himself from kissing your lips this time. You're a little slow to react, barely reciprocating before he's pulling away, but it means the cloudy smile on your face only grows in bashfulness.

"But," He adds in afterthought, dropping his hand to your hip and squeezing you towards him, his nose nudging against your temple, "Try not to get stuck again, baby."

[loveindefinitely]

i care so much about the tf 141 plays valorant au who are their mains please

༊*·˚ TASK FORCE 141 — valorant au headcanons.

a/n. omg thank you its a very meaningful thing to me ALSO

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley, johnny 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick, john 'bravo six' price

warnings. gn!reader, suggestive content, crack, they're all in love and stupid, attempts at humour, polyamory

GHOST as an OMEN MAIN

✩ The first agent he unlocked, and the only agent he plays. If anyone else takes him, he doesn't select at all. Is on very thin ice due to his frequent dodges.'

✩ Likes the practicality of him, how the smokes help your entire team out, and the teleporting aspect makes it more fun for him to get frags. Tries to be experimental with it to try and impress you guys, but usually fails.

✩ Does not understand in the slightest why he mid frags usually, even when you, Soap and Gaz have explicitly explained how duelists and smokes work. He just views it as another thing to conquer.

✩ Makes fun of Soap because his smokes are 'weaker'. Has been hit in the back of the head for it.

✩ When he found out that Sage and Omen were somewhat of a ship, and overheard you saying how much you wanted the 'Halloween card', he asked about dressing up as them for Halloween. (Your glassy eyed smile made the cat ears worth it.)

✩ Deliberately smokes off entry just to piss off Soap, when he starts trying to backseat too hard. Once blinded you all because Gaz said that Soap's smokes were better. (Soap just smoke-entried onto site.)

✩ [NSFW] Plays on his voice, praising you, Soap or Gaz anytime you clutch or get a good shot in. Starts straight up dirty-talking mid-game, using every single one of your weaknesses against you. Talks more than he does in person when he gets antsy, getting off to the steady breathiness of your voices as he gets more and more filthy with it.

SOAP as a JETT MAIN

✩ The most obnoxious little fucker when he plays.

✩ An absolute menace. He specifically baits you and Ghost for frags, because he finds Ghost's growing anger and your petulant huffs amusing. (He also just loves how he pays for it later.)

✩ Asked Gaz to match one of those cringe usernames with him. Probably something like 'I Blow Bubbles' and 'Bubbles'. Gaz said no and also asked him to never speak of it again. (He asked you later, and you nearly cried on the spot.)

✩ Once cried because the enemy's team Jett was a smurf, and threatened to take his girl. He worried about it briefly, then remembered all of his '''''girls''''' were just down the hall. And not impressed with a guy that had more kills in a video game than in real life.

✩ Laughs when he sees Price die, than screams when he gets shot immediately after.

✩ [NSFW] Gave you head while you played a game once, unbeknownst to the other two. Made you give comms while his fingers thrust into you, his tongue licking over your hole. Laughed against your thigh when you pulled his hair after he made you die with a cruel stroke.

GAZ as a KAY/O MAIN

✩ Used to be a Pheonix main, but got sick of Soap making fun of him for choosing the 'brit', and the one that people shipped with Jett. Told him that if he wanted him so bad, to just come out and say it. (Gaz turned off his PC at the plug for that.)

✩ His flashes are usually really good, but if Soap or Ghost make a snide remark, or Price tries to take the leadership-role, he'll flash everyone. Says it was a misclick but no one is buying it.

✩ Has watched multiple lineup videos, and takes it all very seriously. If you or Soap are bantering while he's trying to do it exactly right, he'll threaten to go to your rooms and smother you with your pillows. (Neither of you complain, and if you're feeling particularly bratty, you'll push him to his limits.)

✩ Was the first one to play Valorant, and got Soap hooked. From there, it spiralled, but he's just happy he gets to do something he enjoys so much with the people he loves so much.

✩ Definitely the most patient one of the team. He kinda taught all of you at some point, because he doesn't get pissed off as easily as Soap. Also, he just loves watching as either you, Price or Ghost start to understand how fun it is -- and start to be able to properly play.

✩ [NSFW] Has played with you sitting on his dick, letting you cockwarm him while he presses kisses into your neck. Did it while in a custom game with Soap, and whenever Soap was starting to win, he'd set the voicechat to auto, so your moans and whimpers could be heard. (Led to an unfinished game, but three finished orgasms.)

PRICE as a KILLJOY MAIN

✩ He plays KJ purely out of spite. When you three (ghost would never) first begged him to play with you, Soap, Gaz and you had convinced him to play Brim. He was not impressed when five minutes in, Soap was whining for him to try and say the voice lines.

✩ The reason he likes playing her so much is because he can spend his time setting up sites. He likes defense over attack, and it's really cute when he hums while trying to do lineups.

✩ (He doesn't tell any of you this, but part of it is that he gets to sit back while you all compete for top frag. In the field, he might take the top rank, but he likes seeing you all laugh and poke fun at each other. He falls a lil bit more in love with each of you every time threats are thrown about over comms.)

✩ His aim is shit. Like, absolutely terrible. Has complained multiple times about how the guns don't have the right heft to them, and that it's all completely unrealistic.

✩ If he goes AFK, it's to head to either you or Gaz, pick you up, sit in your seat, and just watch as you play from his lap. Just rests his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist. Doesn't care about the penalty -- would much prefer to embrace his partner.

✩ If any of you are up late, playing, when he wants to cuddle up and go to sleep, he WILL turn off the internet just as you press queue again. Feigns ignorance, but you all know it was him. (You all pretend that you believe him, because you can't exactly decline his silent neediness.)

✩ [NSFW] When he's feeling particularly horny, he'll start prompting bets between you all. Like, whoever top frags gets to cum first, or, however many times you die is the amount of spanks you'll get. All while waiting for the inevitable pounding of knocks on his bedroom door.

A/N. this au is so disgustingly self-indulgent i am disappointed in myself. anon, even if this is only enjoyed by me and you, at least there's someone else out there that understands me 🙌 thank you for giving me a reason to rant about my silly lil thoughts. if this at all interests anyone pls lmk or give me ideas for a oneshot...

[ticklishraspberries]

Study Strategy (Simon/Wilhelm)

Summary: Living in a dormitory requires a level of quiet that neither Simon nor Wilhelm can accomplish. (This show gets angsty literally right off the bat and I couldn’t handle it anymore, I had to stop and write some fluff to cope. Thank you to my evil friends, @signinandgetkinky and @nhasablogg for telling me to watch this show, you’ve ruined my life. Hope y’all enjoy the fic!!)

“You are allowed to take a break from studying, you know,” Wilhelm says, smirking.

Simon can’t help the fond chuckle he gives in response. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re good at maths.”

“So are you! You just overthink the questions.”

Wilhelm snatches the notebook away before Simon can protest, pushing him back against the bed and laying across his chest, effectively finding a way to both pin him down and cuddle him close.

Simon would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. “Well, if I fail this next test, it will be your fault.”

“Good thing you won’t fail, then.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but Wilhelm is kissing him before he can form any words, and he can’t help but kiss back. It’s risky, kissing at school like this, but they can’t seem to resist the temptation.

After their lips pull apart, Wilhelm doesn’t stop there. He presses kisses to Simon’s cheek, his jaw, his nose. His face flushes, and he’s certain that the prince can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. Normally, he’d be teased about it, but his mouth is rather occupied.

Simon lets out a content hum, hands wrapping around Wilhelm’s waist and holding him even closer. He loves when his boyfriend gets into these touchy-feely moods, wanting to be so near they’re practically joined at the hip. It makes him feel special, wanted.

When the kisses travel down towards his neck, though, he can’t help but squirm, a breathy laugh slipping out.

“Does this tickle?” Wilhelm asks, mischief glinting in his eyes.

Even his breath tickles. How is that even fair? Simon huffs. “You know it does.”

“I know. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

Simon never expected Wilhelm to be so playful, so affectionate. He assumed that royals grew up so stiff and strict, but it seems as though the prince’s relationship with Erik was just as playful as he and Sara’s own sibling bond. It’s heart-warming, actually, to imagine Wilhelm as a child, shrieking with joy while being carried on his big brother’s back, not worrying about the family’s legacy or public appearance or one day taking the crown. He certainly hadn’t been worried about a world where his older brother was no longer there to bring a smile to his freckled face.

The sad thought isn’t able to linger, as Wilhelm has taken Simon’s half-assed confirmation as an invitation to continue, each peck of his lips more deliberate, more purposefully ticklish, and Simon can’t help but giggle, heels digging into the mattress.

It’s a soft, steady sound until Wilhelm experimentally nips at the shell of his ear, which makes Simon shriek in the high-pitched way he finds so embarrassing, and it makes them both laugh harder with how ridiculous it is.

“Shhh,” Wilhelm murmurs, nose pressed into the crook of his neck. “You’re going to get us caught.”

“Then it’ll be entirely your fault,” Simon replies, scrunching his shoulders, trying and failing to protect himself.

And because that simply won’t do, Wilhelm switches tactics and scratches at his belly, making him thrash wildly, burying his face in the other boy’s hair as some attempt at volume control. It doesn’t do much, and reality sets in and reminds them both that while this is all fun and games, the idea of being caught is a very real, very scary thing.

“You’re the worst,” Simon breathes when Wilhelm finally rolls off of him, curling up by his side instead.

Wilhelm grins. “You love it.”

Simon rolls his eyes and sits up to resume studying, and Wilhelm doesn’t snatch his book away again. He just lays next to him, occasionally helping him with equations, but mostly just watching him.

When he does well on the test, Wilhelm whispers that maybe tickles should be his new studying strategy. It makes him blush like mad, but he doesn’t protest the idea.

[craftycheetah]

fever pt.2

last

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

Taglist: @pharaohanubis0​ @alsodynamigari​

WC: 14.6k

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

“don’t say that. where’s tiny?”

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

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

“you look fine, stop worrying.”

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

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

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

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

‘fuck, she looks cute.’

“i like your hair,” he comments.

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

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

“thank you, katsuki,” you smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so…”

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

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

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

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

“nakagi hotel.”

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

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

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

“i dunno, probably.”

“do the chandeliers twinkle like stars?”

he shrugs. “maybe.”

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

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

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

‘shit.’ “maybe a couple more…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘omega likes our scent. claim her!’

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

“ooh this is gonna be so much fun!”

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘you’re prettier,’ he thinks.

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

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

“what’s wrong?” you ask.

“my hag.”

“hag?”

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

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

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

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

“no? but you look like one.”

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

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

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

“but i did meet you in a club…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘asshole.’

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

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

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

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

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

“hey.”

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

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

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

“l/n y/n.”

“pretty name for a pretty lady.”

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

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

“i’m a plus one.”

“so who’s the lucky alpha? or beta?”

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

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

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

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

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

“we’re not friends. ”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“so you don’t mind if i tried to…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“katsuki, get back here!”

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

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

“you have a girlfriend?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘noooooooo!’

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“water,” katsuki says curtly.

“all right, i’ll be back soon.”

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

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

“hm? alcohol? i don’t drink.”

“you got a reason?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“thank you,” you chirp.

“so, are you two ready to order?”

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

“a good choice. and for you sir?”

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

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

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

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

he raises a brow. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“sure, tiny.”

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

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

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

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

“girlie, you gotta tell me how it went! 

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

“did anything happen~?”

your cheeks heat up. “no…”

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

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

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

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

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>gn pretty girl

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

me

<<gn

<<🧡

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

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

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

tiny

>>{1 image attached}

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

‘holy shit, she’s fuckin stunning.’  

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

me

>>so fucking beautiful

you’re stunning pretty girl

>>{1 image attached}

tiny

>>thank you alpha 🧡

me

<<you really like pink

tiny

>>it’s my fave

>>comfy pink stuff💓💗💖💘

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

me

<<good to know

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

tiny

>>💖

>>a pink cake would be so cute🎂🥺

me

<<that’ll be your next lesson

tiny

>>🤩😍

>>thank youuu

he sends the picture, waiting for a reaction.

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

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

me

<<you’re so buff alpha

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>thank you pretty girl

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

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

me

<<katsuki can i ask you sumn?

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>ofc

me

<<my heat is next month

<<on the fifth

<<do you maybe wanna help me?

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

not so scary alpha katsuki

>>yes

>>i’ll bring clothes

>>you better have food

you squeal excitedly and quickly text him back.

me

<<thank you!!!!

<<i will

<<cant wait!!

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

you open another text thread.

me

<<hiii

<<you guys still awake?

camie(*'ω'*)

>>yup

>>what’s up club bestie

mina🌺

>>everything alright

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

camie(*'ω'*)

>>date???（⊙ｏ⊙）

>>👀👀👀

>>you cheating on katsuki?!😱😱

me

<<we’re not even official 

<<we went out 2nite

<<fashion show and dinner

camie(*'ω'*) is calling…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what’s her name?” mina asks.

“mitsuki bakugou.”

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

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

“i got hit on by one of the models.”

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

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

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

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

“i thought you liked katsuki?” camie teases.

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

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

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

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

camie giggles and waits for your response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i did!”

all of you squeal eagerly.

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

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

your door opens and mina rushes in still squealing.

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

“he said yes!”

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

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

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

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

“really?”

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

“no.”

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

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

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

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

you hum. “that’s scary…”

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

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

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

“you’ll do great!”

*

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

“mina, stop it,” you scold.

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

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

“maybe she got distracted?”

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

“alright, let’s just wait out here.”

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

“hi,” you smile. “you look nice.”

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

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

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

“hi.” you wave.

“yo,” mina nods.

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

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

“if you say so,” you mumble nervously.

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

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

you nod and follow camie to the workout room.

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

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

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

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

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

“girl you barely got halfway,” camie sighs.

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

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

“alright.”

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

“you okay?”

“no,” you wheeze. “i hate it here.”

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

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

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

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

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

“can we get food too?”

“there’s this place with great salad.”

you scrunch up your nose. “salad?”

“it’s healthy.”

“being healthy sucks.”

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

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

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

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

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

tiny

>>{1 image attached}

>>gym day w/ the girls 

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

me

<<why you at the gym???

tiny

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

me

<< >:(

<<don’t be snarky

tiny

>>camie invited me 

“ugh, camie,” he growls quietly.

me

<<ok

<<you look cute or whatever

tiny

>>or whatever? 🥺

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

me

<<don’t look at me like that 

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

tiny

>>😊

>>gonna go eat ttyl 👋🏾

me

<<alright

<<be safe

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

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

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

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

“quit calling me that!” katsuki growls.

“no. who's the lucky person?”

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

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

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

“oh, they're cute. is mina single?”

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

“is your girlfriend single?”

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

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

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

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

“what if she says no?”

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

“yeah but that’s different.”

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re welcome,” he chuckles. 

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

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

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

“do you want me to scent that again?”

“please?”

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

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

“you’re letting me in?”

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

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

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

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

you hum in question and eat the strawberry.

“why’re you walking like that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yes?”

“you can’t just do that!” 

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

“you’re so annoying,” you pout. 

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

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

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

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

“it has to be perfect,” he retorts.

“no it doesn’t.”

“if it’s for you, yes it does.”

“katsuki…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“close. you and a soft blanket.”

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

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

“i wanted to ask you something.”

“you okay?”

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

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

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

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

“regular stuff. i like to fuck.”

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

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

“oh my gosh,” you whine.

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

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

“no you won’t.”

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

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

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

“whats that?”

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

“sounds weird.”

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

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

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

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

you giggle at his pout and boop his nose. 

*

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

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

“katsuki!” you chirp, letting him inside.

“hey tiny. how’re you?”

“hot but happy that you’re here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you seem eager.”

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

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

you nod shyly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“alpha,” you whine.

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

“fuck me.”

“are you sure?”

you nod. “please? i want you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“mate?” you murmur against his lips.

“someday.”

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

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

“feeling better?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuck, alpha, i’m gonna cum.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“that’s not breakfast.”

“hot cocoa with marshmallows and pancakes?”

“you want any toppings?”

“chocolate chips.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hi katsuki.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i missed you too!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you think so?”

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

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

“ooh yum,” mina smiles.

“not for you, pinky.”

“boo.”

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

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

“yes there’s marshmallows inside.”

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

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

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

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

“yeah?”

“will you be my girlfriend?”

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

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

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

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

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

katsuki smiles and kisses your forehead, hugging you back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“katsuki!” you gasp. 

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

“okay.”

“talk to you later, y/n.”

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

“l/n, you have one more patient.”

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

she walks in holding a baby sniffling quietly.

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

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

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

he waves and hangs up.

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“but i like this…”

she shakes her head. “no.”

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

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

“so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he squints at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“pretty girl?”

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

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

“thank you~” you smile shyly.

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

“by law, suki, i have to.”

“fuck the law.”

“katsuki!”

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

you scratch your neck. “they are annoying…”

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

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

‘mine.’

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

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

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

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

you hum softly and lean on him, purring softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hey, y/n, look at the drink menu.”

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

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

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

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

“sorry, pretty girl,” he chuckles.

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

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

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

“i know.”

“what is he doing here?!”

“we grew up together. he got invited.”

“you know deku?!”

katsuki raises his brow. “yeah, why?”

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

“relax, pretty girl,” he chuckles. 

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah, so back off,” he huffs.

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

“uh huh.”

you giggle softly as katsuki rests his head on yours. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“tch, fine. hurry back.”

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

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

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

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

“yup. and you’re l/n. what’s up?”

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

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

you smile again. “thank you.”

he takes a step forward towards you. odd.

“you smell really good,” he compliments.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“scented you?” eijirou repeats.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“thanks, you guys.”

“what happened, anyway?” mina asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s okay now, pretty girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

katsuki smiles down at you and kisses your temple.

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

“katsuki! you're so bold!”

“only for you, pretty girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ll have that.”

“me too!” camie giggles.

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

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

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

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

“really? i mean he’s protective but that’s about it,” you hum. “he’s a good alpha though. he makes good food, brings me gifts, and he treats me like a princess,” you smile.

“what’d he get you?” camie asks, grinning when the waitress comes by with a small tray of pink drinks and a light pink one.

“he gave me this bracelet a few days ago,” you grin and show her the diamond cuban link bracelet on your wrist twinkling under the neon lights.

“wow, that looks like it cost a lot! he really cares about you.” 

“came in a little red box and everything,” mina snorts.

you touch the jewellery. “i wouldn’t know. he refused to tell me how much it was. i love it though, i’m just too scared to wear it out cause what if i lose it?”

shoto gently holds your wrist and inspects the bracelet.“i don’t think it will. it looks custom made so it won’t slip off.”

you look at the chain and gasp. “really?”

he nods and gently tilts your wrist. “it looks like the chain i was gonna get midoriya. might be the same crafter.”

“aww,” you and the girls swoon.

izuku makes his way back up the stairs, with a glass of water in hand. “what did i miss?”

“nothing!”

“just talking about how y/n managed to tame the beast known as bakubro,” eijirou chuckles, placing his arm over mina’s shoulders.

“ooh yeah, he was really mad before he came up here. shindo’s out though and i think he’ll be out of a lot of places for a while.”

“good, that asshole deserves it for what he did. he’s lucky, katsuki didn’t call the cops on him after he got tossed out of komori the first time,” hanta adds.

“guy’s lucky i wasn’t on shift when i worked there,” eijirou scoffs.

you preen a little at the thought of the alpha defending your honour, hiding your smile in your drink.

“uh oh, someone’s flustered,” sero teases

“what? no i’m not!” you sputter.

“you’re stinking up the place,” mina comments.

your hand smacks your neck. “i should put my patches back on…”

mina hands you a set she keeps in her bag. “here. i kept these in my purse for you. also, your bag’s still in the other booth.”

“oh, i’ll go get it,” you nod and stand up to grab your bag, stopping when the music dies down and you hear feedback from a microphone. you look over the railing and see katsuki standing by the dj with a mic in hand. ‘what’s going on?’

katsuki gives a brief, grumbled speech mentioning the grand opening, picking up an orange drink. his eyes drift up to the railing, settling on your figure. you give him a small wave and smile.

he holds the glass up at you, but vaguely enough for people to think he’s just making a toast. “i’d like to raise a glass to the future success of the komori franchise. to komori!”

the crowd cheers and raises their glasses. once he takes a sip, he looks up at you and winks before descending the dj area as the music picks up again.

once katsuki makes his way back to the private area, his friends congratulate him. he scoffs lowly and rolls his eyes before walking over to you. 

“you like the drink?” he comments when he sees your glasses on the table.

“it’s yummy,” you grin up at him, putting your arms around his neck. “thank you.”

a muscled arm circles your waist until you’re flush against katsuki’s bulky frame. his smokey scent flaring out. his hand squeezes your bottom and you frantically hold your skirt hem so he doesn’t pull it up.

“get it bestie!” mina cheers as eijirou and hanta woop playfully.

“oh god,” you mutter in embarrassment and hide your face in katsuki’s black shirt.

katsuki leads you back to your booth and sits you down next to him. “you smell different.”

“my scent was flaring up so i put the patches back on.”

he chuffs. “i liked it without the patches.”

“maybe later?”

“i’ll hold ya to that, tiny,” he smirks.

after a long night, you finally convince everyone to let you leave with katsuki.

“i’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell a tipsy mina leaning on eijirou.

“noooooo,” she whines. “got- gotta go with meh bestie. you…you are my bestie~”

“take care of her,” you giggle at eijirou and scoot out of the booth, holding katsuki’s hand.

“i will,” eijirou chuckles. “c’mon babe, let’s get you home.”

“don’t leave me eiji, i lub you,” she sniffles.

“i won’t. i’ll get you some water when you get home and we can cuddle.”

“cuddles? i like cuddles…”

“i know, mimi.”

outside, you breathe in the fresh autumn air. not realising how stuffy it was in the club. you whine and lean on katsuki, kicking your foot up to rub your heel. “my feet are killing me.”

“if you want, i’ll give you a massage.”

“your hand is still injured so i’ll have to take a raincheck. but thank you for the offer alpha,” you chirp.

he leads you into his car and opens the passenger door for you, kissing your cheek before you sit. after climbing inside and starting the car, katsuki drives off towards his apartment uptown.

you hold onto his arm as he leads you inside, giggling as he kisses you softly, subtly peeling off your scent patches and tucking them into your purse to throw away later.

“ugh, i’m exhausted,” you groan and drape yourself over his army green couch, checking your phone. “three a.m?! time really flew.”

“we had too much fun, that’s why,” he chuckles and kicks off his loafers next to your heels by the door.

you hum tiredly and tie up your locs, nose wrinkling at the tiny bit of shindo’s stink scent on your wrist.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” katsuki questions when he sees your expression.

“i still smell like him…i need a shower.”

“oh~?” 

“an actual shower, please. no funny stuff.”

“alright. alright. i think you still have some of your clothes and stuff  here from last time in the closet. i’ll be out here. do you want anything to eat in the meantime?”

“i’m okay. well, maybe some water.”

“alright.”

over the past few months, you’ve left little bits of yourself in katsuki’s lavish, dark penthouse with each visit. you find the little travel shower kit you left in his walk-in closet and notice something bright orange peeking out between some folded dark clothes on one of the shelves.

curiosity gets the better of you and you peel it out, opening it and reading the words printed on the front. ‘dynamight?’

did ‘dynamite’ get misspelt? you turn it a few times, see some scribbled writing on the sleeve, wonder if it’s big enough for you to wear after the shower and gently place it back on the shelf for later.

you take a well deserved shower and change into a new white shirt and a pair of pink shorts, picking the hoodie up again. “alpha?” you call out from his room. not hearing a reply, you wear the hoodie anyway, wiggling the big sleeves around.

the collar is saturated in his warm caramel scent, and a little detergent, making your omega purr happily.

you giggle softly and flap your arms as you walk down the stairs towards the living room.

“hey pretty girl, were you calling m—” katsuki calls out as he walks out of the pantry. “where did you find that?

“i found it in your closet.” you rub the soft sleeve. “i hope you don’t mind.”

‘she’s wearing the all might hoodie…’

“it’s fine, don't worry.”

“why does it say ‘dynamight’ on it though? is it like a collectible where they spell a word wrong?”

“it’s a long story.”

you clap softly. “ooh, story.”

he chortles under his breath and leans on the black marble counter. “all might is a comic book character from when i was a kid deku and i were obsessed with. ‘dynamight’ is—you’re gonna laugh at this—it’s kind of a fan name i came up with and printed it on the hoodie.”

“awwww!” you coo at the story. “that’s so cute!”

“i met the actor that played him in the live action show in that hoodie during a fashion show when i was, i think, twenty four, and he signed the sleeve for me.”

“that’s so cool! where’d you get this sweatshirt by the way? it’s so comfy,” you giggle, looking at him and eagerly flapping your hands. “hehe, i’ve got sleeve hands.”

‘cute,’ he thinks. ‘so small.’

“can’t remember.” he shrugs.

“aw,” you pout and put the hood up. “i’m keeping it.”

“if you keep stealing my sweatshirts there won’t be any left,” he chuckles.

“but they’re so comfy.”

“i’ll make you a deal. you can have that one if you give me the ones that don’t have my scent anymore.”

“whyyy?” you whine. “i like your hoodies.”

“I know but i need some of them back, pretty girl.” you pout before an idea crosses your mind. you look up at suki with big eyes, silently begging him to change his mind.

he grimaces. “not the puppy eyes.”

“please?”

“pretty girl…”

“please alpha,” you whine, holding onto his arm and adding a pout with a slight lip quiver. katsuki feels his chest pang with guilt. “i’ll do anything for another hoodie.”

“ugh, fine. you can keep it for now.”

“yay!” you squeal and hug his arm tighter. “thank you, ‘suki.”

“you’re welcome. did you still want that water?”

“yes please! but first lemme see your hands,” you order. katsuki lets you see his bruised hands, your thumb going over the scrapes. “i’ll dress this up after you take a shower.”

“you don’t have to, it’s not even that bad,” he insists.

“you have to clean them properly, katsuki.”

he chuckles at your fussing. “okay, nurse.”

“doctor,” you correct.

“oh, sorry dr. pretty girl.”

“better,” you smile proudly. “now go shower and i’ll meet you in your den.”

“yes doctor,” he teases.

after about fifteen minutes, katsuki emerges from his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his neck with a pair of sweatpants dangerously low on his hips .

you sit on the bed with his mini first aid kit and clean up the wound with rubbing alcohol, putting a dark green bandage on the biggest scrape.

“thanks again,” you say quietly. “you didn’t have to beat him up like that…”

“he made you uncomfortable and scented you without permission,” he growls.

you kiss his bandaged knuckles. “thank you, alpha.”

“i’d do anything for you, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your cheek tenderly. 

both of you settle into bed for the night, somehow ending up naked and enjoying the skin on skin contact. you sleepily rub your cheek on his chest, purring softly and covering him in warm vanilla.

katsuki looks down at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb as you nestle impossibly closer. “g’night, alpha,” you yawn, slowly drifting off.

katsuki smiles at you and kisses your forehead. “goodnight pretty girl.” he waits until your breathing turns deep and even. “i love you.”

you smile softly in your sleep at the sound of the tender words, snuggling closer and falling asleep.