#HOWEVER please read Midnight Girls it’s so good

[megamindsecretlair]

Been an (Awful) Good Girl

Pairing: Rich!Tre x Babygirl!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

*This is separate from Mr. Black but with a similar style. Can be read as a future imagine for these two.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. This shit rated PORN. Established relationship. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering and oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm control, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, size kink, daddy and breeding kink if you squint, roleplaying as Santa, all consensual.

Summary: Tre has taken you away to a cabin in the mountains for a romantic getaway. He roleplays as Santa so he can shimmy down your chimney.

Word Count: 4,653k

A/N: Chile, ya'll can blame this good ass edible and @planetblaque for this one! Sweet lordt. I had to take SEVERAL breaks. Don't look at me for this one. I'm not responsible for what the jazz cabbage provides. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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A heavy thud made you gasp with excitement and fear as you headed down the stairs. A man dressed as Santa bent over near the Christmas tree, inspecting the presents there and leaving a few more. You tip-toed further down the stairs until you reached the bottom landing, placing your hand on your hips.

“I hope you’re leaving a good present for me,” you said. 

Santa straightened up and turned around slowly, revealing a thick ebony-skinned man. He wore Santa pants with unlaced black boots. Santa’s coat hung open revealing a wide expanse of sexy midnight skin. Rock hard abs was under a subtle layer of fat. There was a Santa hat hanging loosely on his head. He was a man. 

God and it killed you every day that you got to love on this man. That he was yours to do whatever you wanted with. 

“That depends. Have you been a good girl?” The deep timbre of his voice only added to how aroused you were. When he suggested this getaway to a mountain cabin, you thought that he was out of his rabbit ass mind. Black folk didn’t “do” cabins. 

However, you couldn’t resist all the things he’d been teasing you with all week. Every day, he’d whisper something else naughty that he was going to do to you leading up to Christmas. He detailed everything he was going to do as if it were its own treasured present.

All week, he had been edging you, playing with the outermost edges of your clit and pussy. He’d get you so hot and bothered that you thought you’d cum from his voice alone. No matter how many times you begged and pleaded, he refused to allow you to cum. He would whisper all kinds of dirty shit.

When you got to the cabin, he stayed true to his word. Except that he’d edged you more. You were sexually frustrated and you wanted dick right now. 

“I’ve been an awful good girl,” you said with a sultry grin. 

Santa absently rubbed his stomach as he crooked his finger and you walked closer to him. 

He had done a good job of getting the cabin ready for you both. He did all the research, ran it by you for approval, and set to work getting it set up for Christmas. The tree was understated and beautiful with copper and blue baubles. A Black angel in gold robes sat atop the tree with lights lit in her hands. 

He had a fire going in the hearth now, warming the entire first floor. It was a good thing too. You were not accustomed to the freezing temperatures in the mountains. The day time wasn’t so bad. But at night? You were shivering your ass off upstairs. 

Santa licked his lips as you approached, looking over your outfit for the day. You practically cackled while you were in the store, spending all his money on lingerie. Tonight, you chose a forest green teddy, with gold straps across your hips. It showed off the planes of your belly and connected in the back. It was flimsy and you felt incredibly sexy in it. 

By the look in his eyes, it was very much appreciated. He grabbed your hand and made you do a spin for him. You moved your hips dramatically, like a model to show him exactly what he’s been teasing all week. 

“Good girls usually stay sleep when Santa comes to visit,” he said. He pulled your hips backwards so that your ass could grind into his hard dick. You bit your lip and suppressed a shudder. You were so needy, you’d suck his dick till the morning if only he’d let you cum already. He grazed your left ear with his teeth.

“I’m too curious,” you said.

He chuckled and you felt the vibration down your back. Did this man have any clue how fucking sexy he was? He had to. He had to know that you were down bad for him. 

“Too curious about your presents? That’s very naughty,” he said, drawing out the word. His teeth on your ear were sending electrical currents straight to your pussy. You ached. You needed stimulation and you were tired of waiting. He was a mean asshole but he wasn’t typically this cruel. You didn’t know which side of the bed he woke up on, but he needed to switch up real quick before you got pissed and didn’t want to play anymore. 

You took a few deep breaths to calm down. You were too excited. Your teddy was already growing damp. That was just at the promise of dick. 

“I’ve been good all year. Can’t I take a little peak?” You asked.

“Hmm, how ‘bout you come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want. Let’s see if Santa got it right this year,” he said in your ear. 

He stepped away from you and dragged a chair closer. The cabin was so quaint and adorable like all them cheesy ass Hallmark movies. The chair was antique, lovingly restored with a dark stain on it. You were nervous to defile it so crudely, but whatever. Shit wasn’t going to last forever.

He sat down and slapped your ass. You shrieked, not expecting the bite of pain. You looked over your shoulder at him and he gave you a saucy wink. He spread his legs wide enough for you to squeeze your luscious body in between. You sat on his lap, feeling his dick again. You were turned on, he was turned on, was all of this really necessary? 

You knew better than to question him. Once he got an idea in his head, it took damn near a miracle to get him to switch it up. 

The fabric of his clothes were plush. You settled on his lap and he pulled your hips back until you were all the way on him. He tapped your thighs to get you to hang them over his, leaving you just as spread as he was. More so, since your legs dangled outside of his. 

The heat of the fireplace slammed into you, fighting with the heat from inside of you. Your breaths were growing too ragged and painful in your chest. “Nuh-uh, breathe baby girl,” he said. “I ain’t even touch you yet.” 

He was right. He thought he was always right but in this instance, he really was right. You took deep breaths, looking into the real flames behind the black grate. Santa’s hands rubbed over your thighs and you gasped, jerking away from him. 

He continued to rub your thighs, getting you used to his touch. If you didn’t calm down soon, you were going to burst into little tiny pieces. His hands worked inwards, getting closer to your pussy and you began to grind on his dick. You used the arm rests for support.

You couldn’t help it. You needed to move, to ride. You needed some damn friction. “Tell Santa what you wanted this year. Anything that pops into that pretty empty head,” he said in your ear.

He returned to nibbling on it. You started and stopped multiple times. The heat began to duel in earnest now, sweat gathering on your forehead and in between your breasts. “Since I’ve been so good, I want a new car,” you said. 

He knew you had a really hard time asking for shit. He made good money and he liked taking care of you but every single purchase was a small battle of wills. You always lost, but he was getting sick of the guilt you felt over each purchase. 

His project this year was to get you to ask for the most outrageous things so that his gifts were “small” in comparison. Last year, his project was to make you rest. He whisked you away for an entire year and refused to let you do anything but sleep and hop on his dick. 

“What kind of car?” He asked. “Be specific.” 

You whimpered as his pinky fingers played with the very edge of your teddy. It skimmed the sensitive skin in the crease of your legs and you gyrated again, unable to stop. 

“I-I want a Range Rover Evoque, Black, 2024 model,” you said. He moved his fingers closer. If he went a bit farther, his fingers would finally rub on your clit. 

You were having a hard time breathing. You were out of air as your brain turned fuzzy. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen. Maybe it was how turned on you were. You weren’t sure and didn’t care to know.

“Tell Santa why you want it,” he said. 

You weren’t sure it was safe for a human body to contain so much heat. You flushed with it, as if it were a wall of pressure inside of you. You huffed. “It’s simple and unassuming. But has all wheel drive that I can take anywhere,” you said.

“Where you trynna go?” He asked.

“To our winter house in Northern France. A chateau with a huge green house I can visit and walk around all the new plants. Then it has to have a garden too. So big I could get lost in it,” you moaned.

He moved his fingers over the lace covering your clit. That tiny strip of fabric was all that separated you from his fingers. You wished the fireplace would leap out a tiny flame and burn the fabric away. You hated being teased and the bastard knew it. 

“That’s my girl,” he said. He moved his right hand and slipped it under your teddy. He groaned when he burrowed his fingers in between your soaked folds. 

“I don’t know. You still might end up on the naughty list. Do good girls let Santa play with their pussy?” He asked.

You nodded and shivered. Tingles shot up and down your thighs. Your toes curled around his calves. He was trying to kill you. He was actively committing murder and you were letting him. “Yes. Santa has to be taken care of too, right?” You asked. 

“What if I had a Mrs. Clause?” He asked.

“Then she’d be having a very lonely Christmas considering it’s my pussy you’re playing with,” you said. 

Santa chuckled and removed his fingers. “Wait! No!” You cried. 

He moaned while he licked his lips. Smacked his lips. “Good girls don’t have filthy mouths, baby girl,” he said. 

“Wait, I’m sorry. I’ll be good!” 

“Tell me what else you want and maybe I’ll go back to playing with it,” he said.

You grunted in frustration. You were going to get his ass back for this. When he least expected it. Maybe the next time he showered, you were going to drop to your knees and suck him to the point of cumming. Then you were going to stop and make him suffer like he made you suffer all week.

The thought helped you plan your next ask. “I want a private island. With a private plane I can take whenever I want,” you said. 

“A private island, huh? With on site staff?” He asked.

“Yes!” You ground into him based on that hit of gravel in his throat. He wasn’t entirely immune to what you were doing. He liked to act a big game, but he wasn’t made of steel. Although with that thing between his legs…

“What you gon’ do with this private island?” He asked.

“Walk on the beach naked,” you said with a grin. He couldn’t see you, but your words hit their mark. His hips slipped forward. He chuckled. 

“Oh, we got jokes tonight,” he said. 

You shuddered. “Fuck,” you panted. “I will walk around naked, get in the water naked. I might even lay on my beach and fuck myself with my fingers.”  You moved your hand to do just that. Fuck him. He pushed you too far this time. 

His fingers searched for your wet heat, pushing inside and you cried out. You leaned your head back, leaning on his shoulder. You were at an odd angle, your back curved a touch too far. You didn’t care. He was finally touching you.

Your pussy clenched around his fingers as he dipped three in at once. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck,” you moaned. Your right hand reached back to grip his bicep. The muscles squeezed and you held on by digging your nails in. 

“I can definitely deliver on some of them things. But I think what I got you is much better. That’s if I decide you’ve been good,” he said. 

You didn’t give a fuck what he said. You were grinding on his fingers while he pumped them inside you. Your arousal made you grip his fingers and he groaned at the extra pressure. “Nahh, you been too naughty. Talking back, disobeying orders, potty mouth.” 

You whined. “Please, I’ll do anything,” you panted. 

“Anything?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded, wiggling your hips. Fuck! His fingers weren’t enough! 

“Sit on my face then,” he said. 

Your hips stuttered as his words sunk in. He couldn’t be serious. “I don’t want to squish–”

“I die, I die,” he said.

You laughed despite yourself. “I’d miss you too much if you did,” you said. Fuck. You wanted his dick and he wasn’t going to make it easy. How did he know you so well? 

“Okay, okay,” you agreed. Fuck it. Santa chuckled as he withdrew his fingers again. He sucked on them, groaning at your taste. The small room was filled with the scent of your arousal. The thick musk tickled your nose. You felt naughty as hell. Okay, maybe there was something to this role playing business. 

You stood up and the chair scooted across the hardwood floor, grooves be damned. Before the hearth, there was a thick bearskin rug. On top of it, there were two other thick blankets with smooth downy fabric. 

You knelt down while Santa joined you. He got onto his back. The Santa jacket and boots had come off. His skin flickered with the light of the flames. Shadows played across his chest. You licked your lips as you straddled his chest. He scooted down while you scooted upwards towards his mouth.

Nerves made your hands shake and thighs quake. Your pussy moved over his face and he adjusted himself beneath you. He pressed his nose into your wet core and breathed deeply. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. He flicked his thumb over the thin material before yanking your teddy to the side.

“Shit’s so fucking creamy, baby girl,” he said.

You moaned while he pulled you down onto his face. You tried to use your knees to hover, but he was yanking you down anyway so that you literally sat on his face. His tongue started to move, flexing with his jaw. He was in it deep already. His thick beard rubbed your pussy and you moaned uncontrollably. 

“Oh my god,” you moaned. Your hands dropped to his head. Your body started to move, riding his face. You were flooding his face with your arousal. It practically dripped out of you and onto his chin, into his beard, and into his mouth. 

He moaned while he ate you out. The vibrations made his lips tingle. Pressed against your clit just so, you twitched and were shaking out your release. Your moans bounced in the cozy cabin. You screamed it all out. Such undiluted pleasure had you seeing through the roof and into the starry night sky. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned.

Santa continued to slurp up your essence. The loud sucking made your pussy flutter. “So fuckin’ creamy, shit,” he moaned. Harsh breaths escaped him and you felt slightly guilty. However, not too guilty because fuck that was amazing.

You didn’t have to worry about crushing him or wondering when he would tap out with an apology. Your head was silent for once. You were just a vessel for pleasure and at his mercy. 

“Roll over,” he said. 

You climbed off of him and flipped onto your back. He moved and leaned up onto his knees, scooting in between your legs and dropped his pants. He pressed his massive thighs against yours, pushing you nearly in half. 

He laid down into a push-up style position. His hands were on either side of you, pushing your thighs down even more against your body. He wiggled his hips and the tip of his dick swung lazily over your pussy.

“Oh please, baby. Please, please,” you begged with an edge of panic. 

Your feet dangled over his shoulders and you pushed them inward, wrapped around his head. He finally lined up perfectly, and began to sink in slowly.

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Fuck, me!” You moaned. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned tiredly. 

He ought to be fucking tired from all that teasing he did! You bit your lip to keep from cursing him till kingdom come. He knew how long and thick he was. He knew he needed to get you sopping wet before even attempting this shit. But a week? A week of fucking teasing? 

Your tight hole squeezed his dick and he moaned, stopping about halfway in. “Breathe for me, baby girl. Breathe and let me into that sexy pussy,” he coaxed with a deep rumble in his chest.

You took deep breaths and willed your body to relax. You were just so excited, you didn’t know how you were still conscious. You relaxed enough for him to keep sliding in deeper. You jerked and moaned as he kissed your cervix. You grunted and groaned, a delicious burn working its way around the edges of your pussy. 

Fully seated, he stopped and let you adjust around him. He didn’t wait long to pull out and then slide back in, rougher. Your thighs slapped together like a thunderclap. You panted and your legs shook over his shoulders. 

Your hands flew to your knees to keep them closed around him. Otherwise, your legs would drop open and he’d split you in half. On second thought…

You let your knees fall open, opening you wider. Santa grinned, looking between your bodies at where you joined. His jaw worked, gathering spit, and spat on your pussy. An inhuman glint entered his eye as he fucked it into you.

Your moans continued to get louder as he slammed roughly into you. That long dick speared you from the inside out. But he was immediately hitting your G-spot. Your moans turned feral and animalistic as you felt indescribable pleasure. 

Your thighs made loud and filthy smacks the harder he clapped your pussy. You gushed on his dick and the sticky suction noise joined the symphony of filth. 

“I’m-I’m-I,” you couldn’t speak.

“That’s okay. You let me worry about that. Don’t you want me to feel it?” 

You nodded and blinked into his eyes. He looked down at you. “Aww, look at you letting me hit this fuckin’ raw. You been such a filthy slut this year,” he said. 

“Shit,” you moaned. 

“You hear how hard I’m beating this shit?” He asked. 

You could only nod. He licked his lips as he looked at your bouncing breasts, barely held in check by the teddy. “Pussy talkin’ hella loud.”

“Oh my god,” you breathed. You were shaking badly now, twisting and writhing beneath him. 

“Mhm, keep talkin’. Keep talkin’ to me.” 

You finally let go, the orgasm wrapping a giant hand around you and squeezed the very breath from your lungs. Your mouth worked, but all you let out was a strangled, incoherent moan. 

“There it is. Ou, feelin’ so fuckin’ good. You such a filthy little slut, ain’t you? Gettin’ dick from Santa this year. Let me hear that pussy screamin’ for me,” he said. 

Your chest continuously caved in as you screamed with pleasure. Screamed to the heavens above that you were getting phenomenal dick that constantly emptied your head of all thoughts. You operated on pure feeling now. The deep, long strong of his dick. The slap of his thighs on yours. His groans and grunts as he watched himself disappear inside of you. 

You shook violently on your way down. You pouted a bit. He didn’t cum. You stuck your bottom lip out and he grinned. He leaned down into the pushup, pressing his lips to yours. He dominated your kiss, running his tongue in a circle around your lips. Then he dived his tongue inside. You still faintly smelled yourself on his breath. 

“You think I’m done with you?” His lips hovered above yours and you whined, wanting to continue kissing him. He lowered but before your lips fully connected, he leaned back. You chased his mouth but he leaned too far away.

You turned puppy dog eyes towards him and stuck out your bottom lip again. He chuckled. He bit your bottom lip and pulled. His hips still worked roughly against you, fucking into you with reckless abandon. 

“You’ve been a naughty girl this year,” he began to kiss down your body. He licked certain parts of your skin, before zeroing in your nipple through your teddy. You hissed and jerked, moving away from it. He held on, getting the fabric wet with his spit. 

“Not even this sweet pussy of yours can make me put you on the nice list,” he said. 

“Shit,” you moaned. You threw your head back as another orgasm tugged on your core. He leaned up and licked this thumb, pressing it against your clit. You growled as your pleasure seemed to ramp higher and go further. You clutched onto his forearms, too weak to say or do anything. 

Your eyes crossed while his thumb furiously worked your clit. “Get that pussy talkin’ again. I ain’t hear her the first time.”

He slipped out of you while you were still shaking from the last orgasm. “Ohhh.” your lips moaned, a desperate echo making your voice warble. Your body twitched beneath him. He just watched as you squirmed. 1 

“How many orgasms does it take to get me to bust?” He asked.

His dirty words were activating a different switch in your mind. You became competitive and pathetic as you gyrated, trying to shove his dick back inside. You wanted his cum and you hated that he turned you into an animal, too fucked out to care about how you looked or what you showed him in your eyes. 

He scooted back and roughly turned you over onto your knees. You flopped around, your arms too weak to help yourself. “Get up on them fuckin’ knees.” 

You whined and whimpered as you slowly got into position. He pushed your thighs further apart with his knees and entered you in one deep thrust.

“Fuck! Baby! Too much!” You pushed your hand back against his broad chest. He slapped your hand away.

“Nuh-uh, move that hand,” he said. 

“Too much, Daddy!” You screamed. His strokes were hitting the deepest part of you and you were screaming the national anthem for all you knew. 

“Oh! I’m Daddy now?” He asked. 

“Daddy, please!” You whined. You slammed your ass on his dick with his help. His hand smacked your ass with such force that you fell back from the recoil. 

“Fuck! Look at that shit go,” he grunted. Your hand pushed against his body again.

“Move that fuckin’ hand, now!” 

Your wails were grating on your own nerves. You moved your arm. “You know what I wanna hear if you want me to stop,” he said. 

No, you didn’t want to use that word. The minute you did, he would stop and want to check in with you. You didn’t want words now. You didn’t want to reason and explain yourself. You just wanted to blow your hip out. 

You gripped the sheets beneath you and held on. “Yeah, that’s right. Good girls listen to Santa,” he said. 

You gripped his dick and rode him like your life depended on it. He landed a few more smacks to your ass. “Watching this ass shake, hmm, I’m ready to bust. You think this one gon’ be it?” 

You drooled onto the bed as your orgasm crested once more, putting pressure on your lower belly, and gripping him tighter. You bit the blanket beneath you as you groaned. Your eyes rolled and eyelids fluttered. 

“Hmm, don’t she talk so pretty,” he moaned. 

He grunted as he finally spilled inside of you. Fuck, there was so much of it. You worried briefly if you wouldn’t get fucking pregnant off of this. You were meticulous about your birth control and you weren’t ovulating.

But you could believe it if you ended up pregnant off of this dick tonight. If he had some type of magic dick that got you pregnant with a single thought. He fucked his cum into you, plugging you full of it. 

“Goddamn it, baby girl,” he grunted. His leg shook as the final pulse pushed into you deeper. 

He retreated slowly. His cum immediately pushed out in a thick, creamy wad. You groaned as it slid down your pussy and dripped beneath you. You wouldn’t be able to look at bear rugs the same. 

“Shit,” he panted. He spread your ass cheeks so that he could watch himself leak out of you. 

“Might fuck around and give you some kids, baby girl. Would you like that? You want my baby?” He asked.

He rubbed your ass as he continued to watch his cum leak from your body. You probably looked like a stuffed donut.

“Nahh, not yet. I’m not done spoiling you,” he said. 

You sniveled as tears ran down your cheeks. You were so full of love for this man. How he always took care of you and pampered you. You didn’t have to lift a finger when he was around. It was so intoxicating. You feared that one day you truly would let him spoil you and not give two shits.

He wiped your tears away and brought it to his lips. He moaned when he sucked your tears off. “Fuck, baby girl. You wanted some more dick, this is how you ask,” he said. 

He entered you again and you cried out. You fell face forward onto the blanket, your face facing the hearth. Heat waves warmed your face instantly. The light cast long rays in your vision as it swam with tears and bliss. 

Your fingers were too weak to properly hold onto the blanket. Your cheek rubbed against the damp spot from your spit. 

“She got somethin’ more to say, huh?” Santa asked. 

You nodded and moaned as your wails reached a new crescendo. You gripped his dick again, sucking him deep into your body. 

Santa moved his left hand to palm your scalp. He flexed his fingers and pulled your hair back. His right hand smacked your ass once and then he was pushing it into your anus. “Oh shit!” You moaned. 

“I’m gonna have to bring you more of these from the North Pole, baby girl,” he said. 

“I bought two of every color,” you said.

His hips snapped forward as he unloaded again inside of you. Hot splashes of his cum pushed against your G-spot and you cried out, sinking onto his dick with a powerful, gut-wrenching, mind-blowing orgasm that twisted you like a pretzel and folded you like a bagel. 

He lazily continued to fuck into you as he groaned and spent every ounce left in his balls. He leaned forward and bit your shoulder. 

“Damn, baby, thank you,” he whispered and kissed behind your ear. You were too fucked out to respond. You just softly moaned. 

He dropped a kiss to your cheek and you felt him smile against it.

“Wait till you see what I do to you on New Year’s.”

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[modernsuperhero]

Who are these fun characters and why are they taking over my dash? /pos /please tell me abt your blorbos

i'm assuming you mean these little guys:

These guys are my newest silliest dudes from the webcomic School Bus Graveyard! It's free to read on webtoons here and is currently in talks to get a TV adaptation soon so now is 1000% the time to be getting into it!! It's basically a supernatural mystery about six high school freshmen from Georgia who go on a field trip and end up sucked into a demon dimension every time it hits midnight! It's super cool - the pacing is very good imo, a good balance of the Main Plot (oh no we need to survive the Demon Dimension again, also Why Are We In A Demon Dimension) with character development and backstory stuff!

The characters are badass but in a way I feel is very realistic? Like, not just "oh i'm the protagonist suddenly i know how to judo flip armies the moment i'm in danger" but more like "i'm going to train for months in self defense classes to build up some basic muscles" kinda way. The characters themselves are also pretty well fleshed out - they're not just the typical archetypes. Like, the "weak bullied nerd kid" isn't JUST a weak bullied nerd kid, he has well developed motivations and backstory and simultaneously realistic and satisfying character growth.

There are implied potential/future romances but it is so NOT the core point of the story, so whether or not that's your thing you can either ignore it or get excited about it in equal measure. The characters also aren't just edgy and gritty "we must deal with this alone... augh misery woe is us..." they actively do what they can to use all the resources available to them (including trying to get help from their parents, which is an ick for me in other media when the kid protagonists just refuse to ask for help? or assume they can't without trying? anyway).

I would say to be careful about any warnings at the beginning of specific chapters, because some can get quite violent.

The six main characters, without giving to many spoilers, are as follows under the cut (cuz this got long):

The protagonist Ashlyn, an asocial ballerina with her loving ex-military parents, who has a condition that gives her incredibly sensitive/enhanced hearing (she ends up using this to help detect the monsters after them, since they're otherwise silent to the other protagonists!)

Aiden, a creepily-smiley ex-homeschooled rich kid who has no concept of social convention or personal space. Has forcibly chosen Ashlyn to be his friend during his first year in school against her will and ends up accidentally setting off the chain of events leading to the Plot. (I love him. He definitely has Every Mental Illness <3)

Ben, Aiden's incredibly physically intimidating cousin, who is mute and so, so sweet and gentle and follows Aiden like his shadow, in part to take care of him when Aiden's antics get him injured and in part because Ben's muteness makes it incredibly difficult for people to understand him. Aiden, however, can understand his nonverbal communications with ease

Taylor, a friendly girl's girl who tries (often in vain) to befriend Ashlyn. Is also a talented mechanic who ends up putting googly eyes on her weapon once they end up in the Demon Dimension. She's the most Emotionally Aware Person Here but also she's like, 15, so, the bar is on the floor

Tyler, Taylor's twin brother, a somewhat aggressive and rude baseball jock who mostly Minds His Own Damn Business aside from his clinginess to Taylor. In fact they wear matching outfits in almost every episode of the comic it's so funny and cute. Is often found fighting bullies to defend their victims so i forgive him for all his own asshole crimes he's just a dude. he's one of my little guys

Logan, who is canonically compared to a puppy. Shy, intelligent, and incredibly empathetic! My partner's favorite character who has one of the best character arcs so far imo. Likes photography, astrology, and gardening. I think they should give him more guns, as a treat. He can never have enough

anyways thank you for the ask! overall i highly recommend - it's still ongoing, we're currently in the middle of season two!! the mystery is unfolding, there's funny and sweet moments along with the intense ones, and i am INVESTED. :DDDDDD

#school bus graveyard #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #ben clark #taylor hernandez #tyler hernandez #logan fields

[milfmuses]

Sleepy Showers

A/N: Hi hornies! I wrote this fic randomly and thought I should serve the sapphics more delicious Larissa content. Please make sure to read the warnings, and as always, feel free to leave comments and suggestions! Many thanks to the wonderful @weemssapphic​ for yet another beta read. Your kindness is overwhelmingly appreciated.

Larissa Weems x femreader

Summary: A morning shower turns into a steamy session when Larissa decides to shapeshift her most intimate parts...

Warnings: fluff, smut, g!p Larissa, Reader receiving, handjob, penetration, creampie

As you wake, the comforting weight of your lover’s arm over your torso almost lulls you back to sleep. However, you need to begin the day and get ready for work. You are a teacher at Nevermore, one that Larissa found herself infatuated with. You obviously returned her feelings. Things blossomed quickly after she gained the courage to ask you out on a date. Over time, your love for each other grew and now you both have a shared studio living area in the staff wing of the school. Your relationship can only be described as sweet, romantic, and loving. You find joy in the little things, always bringing Larissa flowers to brighten up her office, and buying her favorite lipstick when you notice it running low. She enjoys sneaking into your room between classes to bring food and sometimes you’ll return to your apartment, immediately noticing the envelope that you know contains a love letter she writes with passion. You even set aside time each week to have a special dinner or date night, usually opting for a nice restaurant, spending time afterward in the comfort of your bed watching movies, and then making love. Life is wonderful, and Larissa has brought you happiness beyond anything you’ve felt before.

Rolling over slowly, you face the woman of your dreams. Her blonde curls are tousled from sleep, her pale skin glowing in the morning light, and her plump lips stained a faint red hue from her daily choice of lipstick. The steady rising and falling of her chest accompanied by soft breaths brings you peace as you gaze upon your partner with nothing but awe and adoration.

Not wanting to interrupt her slumber, you place a gentle kiss on her forehead and begin lifting her arm away from your waist. Before you can roll back over and rise from the bed, a deep inhale sounds from beside you. You watch as Larissa’s eyes open and she groggily blinks away her exhaustion. Bright blue eyes peer into your own, the corners crinkling as a smile overtakes her face seeing your state of sleepiness.

“Good morning my love, are you heading to the shower?”

“Good morning angel, yes I’ve gotta get ready earlier today since I have a meeting with a student about a project before my first class.”

Larissa pouts when you mention having to leave bed early, wanting you to stay in the warmth of her arms for a while longer.

“I know you are being grumpy but you look so cute! Here, let me check my phone in case to confirm with the student.”

You roll over and pick up your phone from the nightstand, opening your emails and finding a new message sent just before midnight.

Hi Ms. L/N,

I started feeling sick tonight and will have to miss the meeting tomorrow morning. Maybe I can find a time to meet with you tomorrow if I feel better. Sorry for the late notice, I will keep you updated and let you know my availability for a rescheduled meeting time.

Thank you

Your face lights up knowing that you now have a free morning with the goddess of a woman next to you.

“Good news Riss! Well, I mean not technically good news since my student is out sick, but we have the morning to ourselves!”

Instantly, Larissa’s face brightens and she yanks you back over to her in a messy hug. 

“Thank goodness, how could I ever be deprived of my darling girl?”

You laugh and pull away, an idea forming in your head for a fun morning plan.

“Would you want to take a shower with me? You know how much I love holding you in the water especially now that you had a second shower head installed to keep us both warm.”

That stunning grin you absolutely adore beams back at you and she kisses your cheek affectionately.

“Of course I would, sleepy showers are the best with you, my dear.”

Both of you roll over to your respective sides of the bed, standing hesitantly on tired legs from just having woken up. Larissa winks at you and sways her hips teasingly as she makes her way over to the bathroom. You shake your head playfully at her antics, but don’t pass up the chance to ogle her round ass sitting perfectly in her pajama pants. Following her in a trance, you wince as your feet hit the cold bathroom tile. She gingerly opens the shower door and turns on the water, steam beginning to fog up the frosted glass as it heats up.

“My sleepy girl, let’s get you undressed for me. You know how much I love taking off your clothes…”

With a smirk, your girlfriend lifts the hem of your shirt, your stomach immediately reacting with goosebumps to the temperature. Your breasts fall into place, nipples standing hard against the chilly air. Larissa takes a second to bite her lip in arousal but pulls the shirt completely off your body.

“My my, someone appears a bit cold. Don’t worry, I’ll get you warmed up and take care of those gorgeous breasts.”

You blush at her flirtatious words and bring your arms over your bare chest, trying to heat up your freezing skin.

“Well, it’s only fair that you take care of what’s yours…”

She chuckles at your response, loving how you put up with her mischief and always play along. As to not keep you in the cold for too long, she lowers the waistband of your pants and lets the loose pajamas fall to the floor. You swear you felt a hand brush against your mound when she lifted her arms back up as she stood straight but you ignore it for now, impatient to get in the hot water.

“May I undress you too Rissa? Or should I get in now and wait for you there?”

“Why don’t you go ahead and step in love? I see you shivering, my poor angel. I’ll be quick, I want to spend every second I have giving you affection.”

With a pink hue gracing your cheeks, you shuffle over to the shower and step through the door. Marble walls stretch upwards, and white warm flooring is now comfortable against your feet compared to the harsh tile on the other side of the blurred glass that faces the rest of the bathroom. A bench attached to the wall has an assortment of soaps and gels neatly arranged in the corner. An instant sigh of relaxation and ease leaves your mouth, your body melting under the steady stream. 

Through the clouded glass, you make out the distinct shape of your lover removing her clothes. Her head tilts back as her shirt falls to the floor and the silhouette of her perky breasts makes your breath catch in your throat. She bends down and takes off her pants, revealing the supple swell of her ass that compliments her long silken thighs. 

Closing your eyes and bringing your hands to smooth back your now-soaked hair, you hear the door open and shut. You open your eyes and take in the sight of your naked girlfriend which freezes your body entirely. 

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do. Now come here before I eat you alive, you sexy woman.”

With a chuckle, Larissa steps forward and takes you in her arms. Her chest presses against yours, the squish making your cheeks deepen to a scarlet color. Her tall frame causes your face to rest against her shoulder, tender lips finding the top of your head.

Standing there silently, her arms wrapped around you in safety and comfort, with her soft skin against yours and nothing but love swirling around your brain is heaven. After staying still, savoring the beautiful moment, you feel her hand inch lower until it finds your butt. She gives it a squeeze, not missing how your breath hitches and you push your hips back into her hand. 

“Darling, how are you so incredibly divine? You have no idea how badly I want to engrave the image of you in my mind to keep forever. Luckily, I have you all to myself for however long you’ll allow me.”

Leaning back you stare up at her with adoring eyes, capturing those blue orbs that always have you mesmerized.

“My love, you have me forever. My heart belongs to you and I will cherish yours until the end of time. I love you Larissa.”

Her eyes observe you with total fondness, sincerity in her voice as she speaks.

“I love you too darling, you will be treated like a princess because that is what you are to me. If you want a kiss? You’ll have one. Maybe cuddles? Of course, my arms are open and eager. If you want me to worship you? Well, I will already be doing that as usual.”

You giggle and bring your hand to the back of her head, gently pushing her down towards your lips for a sweet kiss. Her mouth moves in tandem with your own, passion entangled in the way she pulls your bottom lip between her teeth and tugs, emitting a moan and then releasing it to use her tongue to explore. Your body tingles and your core throbs, the sloppy sounds of the kiss and how she hungrily devours your mouth turning you on severely. Pulling away to gasp for air, Larissa pouts with a whine.

“Rissa love, you’re making me squirm. Would you want to…?”

With a proud grin, Larissa seductively peers down at you, causing chills to run up your spine.

“Normally I would make you use your words, but I really want to try something this morning and I want to make sure you are comfortable with it.”

Your eyebrow raises in question, not knowing what she could possibly be thinking of.

“My love, I was hoping to use my shapeshifting abilities to… change my lower half. Would you be okay with letting me fuck you with a real cock? It’s just an idea and as always, we will never do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

The idea intrigues you and in your mind, the picture of Larissa fucking you with reddened cheeks from how you feel around her drives you wild. Not to mention, being filled by not only her cock, but her cum as well is something you’ve been fantasizing about. 

“Yes! I mean- yes, Rissa, I would really love that. I love you and I want you to feel every part of me, including the deepest parts that will bring you pleasure.”

Releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding in, your girlfriend excitedly hugs you and whispers in your ear.

“Good thing I know exactly which strap you love the most. I’ll just shift my cock to match exactly how you like it.”

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, you continue resting in her embrace as she shifts. You gasp as something rubs at your lower belly and you turn beet-red knowing what it is. Larissa groans when her cock grows against your body, the length squeezing between your smooth stomachs. Tilting your head back to watch her reactions, you hear a whimper and widen your eyes at how adorable yet sexy she is. Larissa pants as her hips softly rock to rub herself against you. Her eyes are shut tightly and rosy cheeks flush as small whimpers continuously exit her open mouth.

“Does that feel good baby? You look so pretty rubbing yourself against me. I feel how hard you are oh god- let me help you, sweet girl.”

Her eyes meet yours and she yelps as your hand grasps her hardness. 

“Are you sensitive, my love? Poor baby, I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Speechless in both exhilaration and overwhelming emotion, she intently focuses on your face. Your hand starts moving up and down, jerking her off with delicate strokes. Her breaths stutter and it takes an immense amount of effort for her hips to not fuck up into your hand.

“L-Love, yes god- feels… so good. Darling- I- I love you-”

With a sensual smile, you lean forward and capture her lips with your own. She whimpers into your mouth as your hand rubs her cock lovingly. Your pussy throbs and drips uncontrollably, her angelic sounds fueling the fire in your lower belly. 

“I love you too Rissa, are you ready to fuck me? Is that what you want baby?”

“Ye-yes please Y/N, please I need you-”

Her begging spurs on your dominance. Larissa typically takes on the dominant role but these moments when she is submissive and needy melt your heart.

“Okay love, I’ve got you. I’ve got you pretty baby.”

She shudders when you remove your hand. Turning around, you press your ass back into her, making her groan with her cock now pushed between your cheeks. You smirk to yourself and bend forward, presenting your backside to her. You lift a foot up and place it on the bench. Your cunt is soaked and Larissa is hypnotized, her cock throbbing and twitching, completely aroused by your bare ass and dripping arousal.

“Go ahead Riss, I know you can’t resist…”

Not hesitating and more than ready to enter you, she lines herself up with your sopping hole and pushes in.

“Oh fuck!”

She moans obscenely and grips your hips hard, the way your walls take her in and tightly clench around her length makes it hard to hold back. If she wasn’t so determined to fuck you as you deserve, she would have come as soon as she bottomed out. The stretch feels delicious, her warm cock filling you entirely. It feels similar to your favorite strapon, but there are obvious differences like the soft warmth of her skin and the way you can feel each subtle twitch and throb inside of you.

“Larissa- oh my god- please fuck me.”

Your lover immediately pulls out, leaving about an inch inside, and then thrusts back in. Her hips pound into you hungrily and she grunts with exertion and effort holding back her approaching climax. 

“Yes! Fuck me- god yes!”

“Yeah? You like that- darling? Take- ngh- take it baby-”

Wet slaps of her hips against your backside sound throughout the steamy shower and you brace yourself against the wall with your hands. Your breasts swing back and forth, matching the rhythm of her thrusts. She leans forward and kisses your back, nipping and sucking marks onto your skin while still gripping your hip with one hand and groping your tits with the other. Her hips lose rhythm and you recognize how her breathing gets shallow and her moans increase in pitch. She is getting close and so are you. Nearing the edge, you need a push to reach your orgasm. Luckily, your girlfriend knows your body well enough.

“Darling- I’m gonna- I’m close, please- I want you to cum with me- mmm ngh-”

She reaches the hand clinging onto your breasts down and parts your lips to find your swollen clit. Two fingers circle the sensitive nub expertly.

“Baby- fuck! Rissa gonna- cumming-”

Intense waves of pleasure overtake your body as your orgasm washes over you. Your walls flutter and tighten, causing Larissa to thrust once more and release herself. A strangled moan departs her mouth, and her pulsing cock shoots hot cum deep inside of you. Her entire body feels rapturous as she quietly mutters “I love you” over and over. Coming down from your highs, you both pant heavily and she rests her weight on top of you. She stays inside, loving how she keeps you full of her cum with throbs of post-orgasm bliss. Once you come back down from paradise and catch your breath, Larissa speaks softly.

“I’m going to pull out, darling- I’ll go slow and you let me know if anything hurts or is uncomfortable.”

Her cock carefully inches out, you wince at the emptiness but love how cum leaks out of you. Larissa watches in awe as white juices plop onto the shower floor, your cunt looks beyond alluring. 

“Good job my love, you did so well! I’m so proud of you. Thank you for letting me do that, I cannot even begin to describe how much I loved it.”

Surprisingly, she becomes shy and you turn your head to see her looking down trying to hide the obvious blush on her gorgeous face. 

“Thank you for fucking me like that Riss, I definitely want to do it again sometime. I enjoyed it more than you know.”

You set your foot down and straighten your back at the same time, rotating around to face the love of your life. Larissa studies your exhaustion and sexily disheveled post-orgasm state. Your chest rises and falls steadily. Cum now slides down your thighs and red marks adorn your hips from where she gripped you. You are the most beautiful woman she has ever seen, and at this moment, she can barely function seeing you like this. 

“You are so beautiful, I love you. Let me hold you for a bit before we have to clean up and get ready for work. First, I’m going to shift back.”

She closes her eyes once more and concentrates, morphing back to the stunning lower intimacy that you worship endlessly whenever possible. 

“I love you too Rissa. Although I loved you fucking me like that, I have to say I missed this dearly.”

You cup her center and move to kiss her with so much love. You both smile into it and then settle into a comfortable embrace. Your head rests against her chest, listening to the strong heartbeat of the blonde angel that you are lucky to call yours. She holds you protectively, placing her cheek on the top of your head and passing her body heat to you. Intimacy like this between you and Larissa, standing in the middle of the shower as warm water soothes your bodies, is something you will cherish until time stops.

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[marthawrites]

Midnight Passage

Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 2.8k+

About: Despite the Prince Regent seeing to his royal duties, Aemond's lover is insatiable and seeks to find him late into the night.

Includes: Explicit sexual content and adult language! This is just porn with very little plot. Finger sucking, masturbation, some degradation, denial (mean!Aemond. He's a shithead in this)

Note: Hello lovely reader! This idea smacked me in the face the other day and I had to get it out of my head. Reader is entirely nondescript. As always, please enjoy! ♥

Read pt 2 "Beneath the Prince Regent" here

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Beneath the cover of darkness – the night sky outside and a trailing cloak within the corridors – you walked the halls of the Red Keep on silent feet. Aemond was awake. You knew it. Somewhere within these walls he sat and read, or studied, or slowly undressed and brushed his hair for sleep. As if by something unseen, you were pulled to him in a way not entirely your control.

Your skin still glowed from him this morning. Your lips still blushed red from crashing kisses and needful bites. Your smallclothes still carried the heady scent of you and him alike. Moreso than all of that, however, your core still ached to be stuffed full of him.

Aemond Targaryen. Your prince. Your secret. The man who you looked at from beneath your lashes in the public eye, and dazily stared up at from your knees before him in private – cumdrunk and panting and needy – "Yes, my prince, I love this," your eyes said. "I'll do this whenever you want," they also said.

You wondered if the same pull tugged at the center of his chest like it did yours. Surely this wasn't a one sided tryst.

No. The prince didn't get close to people like he was with you. While you might merely be a servant, his draw to you was undeniable. Once the war was over he promised you he'd talk to his mother. Until then... secrecy. Until then, be a good girl and keep quiet. Until then, take no other men. Look at no other men. Only him.

You obeyed.

Somewhere a clock chimed. The guards knew it in their bones. Inside the careful layout of the Red Keep's halls, guards left and new ones stepped in place. You'd chosen this time carefully. Quiet feet led you to the smaller, more private library Aemond frequented, and noiseless hands pushed open the heavy door.

"What are you doing out so late?" Aemond's soft voice questioned through the air, the end of it seemingly directed to the secret fire in your core. He looked so handsome in the candlelight. He was tired, you could tell, yet the shadows made his angular face bright with suspicion. A few books and parchment were atop the table he sat at, as well as a map of what you assumed were battle plans. "Byka kēlītsos?" Little kitten

With a blink your momentary trance broke. "I've missed you. I couldn't sleep and wondered if you were still awake," you answered, walking to him with purpose.

"Still awake, yes," he replied simply, watching you move.

With a little smile and eyes that were too dark even for the low light of the room, you sat over his lap to carefully straddle his waist. He smelled like ash and smoke: he'd been here awhile. "No one saw me on the way here," you said to him in a soft breath, grazing the tip of your nose against his. You looked at his mouth beneath your lashes, your own lips parting in silent invitation.

Aemond might be duty bound, but he was no fool. Wide palms pressed up your thighs and his long fingers curled to dent into the soft flesh; thumbs grazed dangerously in and up between. "Disrupting your Prince Regent because you've a wet cunt?" He asked darkly, mouth shifting to a stern expression.

You gulped and tensed, just slight, a flustered wave washing over your clouded senses. "I already said I missed you." Your arms draped across his shoulders, fingers lacing behind his neck.

His touch stilled. A chuckle rumbled low in his throat; more of a vibration than an actual sound. "You act as though I didn't fuck you until you had tears in your pretty eyes this morning." His tone was low with an edge of condescendence, single eye slowly taking you in.

A quiet whine answered him. "When I think of you on the Iron Throne wearing the Conqueror's crown, or at the head of the Small Council declaring royal orders... I can't help it," you half mewled. You drew in a deep breath and slowly rolled your hips over him.

His thumbs slid along the smooth space at the very inside of your thighs, careful to not touch where he knew you wanted him most. You were already hot for him, warming his lap in a way only your depravity could. "Hm... how much of this is my seed, and how much is your slick?" He snapped the center strip of your smallclothes in punctuation. "I bet I've been dripping out of you all day. And yet you crawl to me for more? You will drink moon tea in the morning." Despite your efforts he made no move to return any of your kisses – merely regarded you with quiet disdain.

"Aemond...," you whined and tilted your head down to kiss over his jaw, under it, daring to nip the edge of his throat.

He laughed and squeezed your thighs harshly. Lifting a hand he gripped your jaw and held your chin between his fingers, forcing your attention back to his regard. "You would allow your needy little cunt to risk the safety of the realm, hm? Take my attention away from mine and your wounded King's duties?" Taunts came easily to his tongue as if he wasn't already beginning to stiffen in his breeches.

"The moon pulls me to you and I couldn't sleep. Since this morning you've all I've been able to think about." A plead dripped through your words and you smiled breathlessly. "Let me warm your bed, please. I will wait if that's what you want." So wanton were your desires that you were already close to begging. Aemond could read your body language from half a hall away. Surely it didn't go unnoticed by him, now, no matter his fatigue nor the low light.

"All our time spent together... I must be too soft on you. For why else would you saunter in here and prance around me like a bitch in heat?" A chuff exhaled from his nose as his mouth quirked in a half-sneer; a new glint of darkness reflected in his eye. "If you are truly so desperate then get off my lap and kneel at my feet like a good little bitch."

You undoubtedly vexed him. Over the last few months the young prince developed a soft spot for you, and it increased once you two finally gave in to the carnal desires hot blood provided. But this? He'd been stern and rough with you before... though, nothing quite like tonight. Something clenched in the low regions of your belly. You eased off him and found comfort on your knees. Thankfully an ornate rug covered the stone floor, and even though its plushness was long gone it still afforded you comfort that stones denied. "I only wish to make us feel good. Annoying you wasn't my intention–," you said as you leaned forward, hands running up the smooth planes of his firm thighs, "–my prince." You eyed the bulge in his pants and unintentionally licked and bit over your bottom lip. Saliva collected in your mouth as if on queue. Your fingers inched to the laces which contained him and they were met with a firm swat.

"I said nothing of touching. Only to kneel," he tutted, vicious. "Incapable of following even the most basic instruction...," he sighed and rolled his neck before looking down at you again. "My beautiful, pathetic, byka kēlītsos...," he cooed, running the backs of his fingers along your cheek. "With your insatiable desire for my cock," he added with a smirk. The flickering candles of his study made his dark amusement all the more apparent.

You continued to look up at him, doing your best to read him and make sense of what he wanted. Surely he didn't only want you to kneel so he could belittle you? "You're being cruel," you simpered with a practiced pout.

That brought a malicious laugh from his chest. "Only because you were first. Interrupting me in the middle of preparing lists of war. If a Lord could punish you for what you're doing, imagine what the Prince Regent could do." He smiled wide, eye glimmering, as he smacked your reaching hand away for a second time.

"Aemond...," you begged.

A satisfied hum vibrated from his lips. "Such a pretty sound." He leaned back in the chair and spread his legs further apart. One arm draped along the arm of the chair and the other laid down against his thigh, palm up. He coaxed you closer while rubbing the pad of his thumb across the tips of his fingers. "Since you are in desperate need of sucking...," he started, tilting his head to the side while his fingers curled into a fist, thumb pointing out toward you. "Then suck."

For a moment you weren't quite sure what to make of his gesture. Then, it clicked. "Your thumb?" You looked at him questioningly, perhaps shocked, too.

Smugness took over his entire expression. "It's a good thing you were graced with beauty," he drawled in a low husky voice. "Yes. Do I need to show you how to do it too?" He goaded, the lovely bow of his mouth smirking yet again.

Heat immediately bloomed in your face. "No. Let me try first," you replied through your blush, hoping your hint of playfulness was caught. Once more you leaned forward, and this time, instead of trying to open his breeches, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his thumb. He barely tasted of anything. Quietly, you were disappointed to not be graced by the subtle saltiness your tongue had grown to crave. You suctioned the little muscle to the underside of his digit, the warm slick of it sliding along him. You looked to him and smiled, excited to see eagerness on his own features. You'd never done this before. You took all of him in, then, slowly pulling back and releasing him with a wet 'pop'.

"Good girl," he rasped, pants feeling too tight. "Be a good little whore and keep going. That's what you are tonight, isn't it? A dripping, needy, little whore." He watched the way your exposed chest rose and fell with increasingly ragged breaths, the lewdness of his words having an immediate effect on you. "Perhaps if you do well enough you can have release tonight, too."

You took his digit again; eager, now, lids fluttering at the idea of a release gifted by Aemond. Saliva pooled in your mouth and it began to dribble out the corners of your lips. You moaned softly around his thumb as your eyes closed, an odd sort of comforting bliss taking hold of you. It was different than his full length: smaller, but of a similar texture, and without the salt of his body's desire. Even still, you found yourself immensely enjoying it. It was much easier to suck than his rigid cock, for you lavished his thumb with the same attention you would otherwise.

From above, Aemond watched you all the while. Occasionally through your wet slurps and panting little gasps you heard him sigh or hum in delight. Each time you did it sent a shudder of excitement up and down your spine to pool in your center. If you thought you were eager before, you were damn near ravenous now. Your body clenched around nothing and you could feel your pearl throb with desperation to be touched.

The prince made no move to free himself or have you stop. No. The display of your brazen lust had him smug and smirking, content to watch you take merely his thumb. "Are you pretending it's my cock, byka kēlītsos?" He asked after a moment, thinking your jaw might need a moment's rest.

"Yes," you breathed in reply, panting. "It doesn't throb, though. And I can't taste you. That's where a lot of the fun is," you added slyly before returning, circling your tongue around him in pace with your bobbing. You were about to get off from this alone, and you knew Aemond had to know, too. You turned your gaze up once again – holding contact so prettily – in a crude distraction so you could snake one of your hands beneath your skirts to where you were wholly soaked. The tips of your fingers barely had the chance to graze yourself before Aemond kicked your hand away deliberately and roughly.

"You are not to touch yourself," he half spat, eye widening with lust and fury alike. "Nor are you to touch me," he added with intensity as you went to grab him for a third time in your desperation.

"You're just playing! This isn't fair!" At being denied twice, a part of you wanted to sob. Never before had he done this, and the tight coil of arousal in your belly made your head fuzzy with pure desperation. It needed out. Somehow, some way, all of your pent up arousal needed out.

"Gods. You look so fucking pathetic. Will you start crying next?" He mocked, abdomen tightening as he worked open his own laces. With a final tug he was finally free from the confides of his trousers and he groaned with the relief. He was achingly hard, tip swollen and exposed from its wrap of skin. "If you touch me you won't be cumming tonight. Do you understand me? I fucking mean it." His voice graveled with severity.

You nodded with wide eyes, inwardly screaming at the torture he put you through. "I understand, my prince," you answered with a fervent nod.

A sigh escaped his lips as he gripped his cock and began working it right in front of you; so close and so far away alike. Up, and down, he stroked, thumb swiping over his tip to spread any pre that might be collecting there. Over, and over.

You watched. Mesmerized. Almost all other thoughts aside from Aemond left your brain. His stroking might as well have been some sort of forgotten witchcraft for how it hypnotized you.

"Spit on it. Then, loosen your dress enough to pull your tits out," he said in a strained growl, the thickness of his voice like honey to your ear. "Qogralbar fuck- I'm close. I want to finish on your pretty face and chest."

Whatever else might have been on your mind before was entirely gone, now. Sitting up on your knees you looked down at Aemond's cock. You rolled your mouth around a few times, gathering all the saliva you could into a single useful glob. Opening your mouth you allowed it to fall from your tongue, and you watched as it landed heavily on the prince's tip. He made quick use of it, the added lubrication making his pumping fist sound deliciously sloppy. "There's my good little pet," he praised, indulging in the sensation to let his head momentarily fall backward.

You took advantage of his distraction and loosened your dress enough to let your breasts fall free; soft mounds on display the next time he opened his eye. And what a welcomed sight they were. The young prince had a soft spot for those, too, rarely letting you go without lovebites on them. The nipples were peaked to pebbles and it was Aemond's turn to feel his mouth water. The memory of those sucked into his mouth aided his stroking fist, lean hips fucking up into his touch. You could see and hear he was close. His breath panted out, now, his sharp jaw tensed, throat flexed, and in the next heartbeat his violet eye rolled closed. Your name rolled off his tongue in a string of grunts and your smallclothes were absolutely ruined by the visceral reaction it elicited from you. You moaned.

Streaks of his spend landed on your open mouth, your tongue, chin, and breasts. The mild scent of him filled your nose and you longed to be pressed against him. But, no, still you were merely kneeling there for his enjoyment. His chest rose and fell in the aftermath, and a sheen glistened on his handsome face. He was marvelous in his winded post-climax bliss.

"You know the passage to my chambers from here, right?" He asked once he regained himself enough to form words, tucking his softened length away.

You nodded.

"Good. Good girl. Take it and wait for me there. You did so well for me tonight and I intend to thoroughly make it up to you." He smiled and it was the softest it'd been since you arrived.

Before standing, you swiped a finger along the outside of your mouth to collect any of his spend that might be there. Sucking your finger clean of his seed, you stood, fixed your dress, and pressed a kiss to the very corner of his own mouth. You muttered, "thank you, my prince," before turning to leave.

"Oh, and don't touch yourself there either. I'll know if you do. Patience, byka kēlītsos. I will be done soon."

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[dawnagustd]

the misfit toymaker || myg

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.     

➻ title: the misfit toymaker  ➻ pairing: toymaker!yoongi x f!reader  ➻ genre: fantasy | holiday | magic | smut  ➻ word count: 1.8k  ➻ rating: 18+   ➻ warnings: unprotected sex | infidelity | soft dom!yoongi | sub!reader | Sir kink | controlled orgasms | big dick!yoongi but wbk | slight edging | spitting/spit play | belly bulging | sex toys(swings, vibrators, suctions) | creampie | cum play | rough sex | light impact play | dirty talk | degradation | dungeons | bdsm | pet names | fingering | multiple orgasms | crying (the sexy kind) | rejection(i’m sorry) | impreg kink | suspension play | clit stimulation | oral sex(female receiving) | begging | overstimulation      ➻ author’s note: Part 3 has arrived. No lie this is one of my favs!! Once again, I won’t hold you. Thanks @taechwitaaah for beta reading and screaming with me. I hope y’all enjoy this as much as we did lol.

It wasn’t hard to locate your next stop. A toy store on Christmas Eve is like a flashing billboard sign. Especially when the only toymaker loves to burn the midnight oil.

Yoongi searches for any excuse not to go home to his estranged wife. The only reason they’re together is because of his kid, who just so happens to be one of Mr. Park’s pupils. 

He loves bringing smiles to all the youth’s faces, but Yoongi’s no saint. Mrs. Min wants nothing to do with her lowdown cheating spouse, and Yoongi couldn’t give a bigger shit.

He’s never been a monogamous man; whenever he finds a new playmate, the old one is no longer interesting. 

But you, however. You just might be his favorite. He couldn’t wait to drag you down to his dungeon of misfit toys and show you all of his erotic creations.

“Are you comfortable, doll?” he asks. “Your restraints aren’t too tight, are they?” 

You don’t hear him because your attention is set on the image of the toymaker’s veiny hand wrapped around his cock. He pleases himself while drinking in the sight of you, his delicate pink lips parted slightly as small, labored breaths slip past them. Each time his palm slides over his similarly textured shaft, arousal oozes from the tip. Suddenly, your mouth is dry, and the urge to fill it with–

“Hey. Eyes on me when I’m talking to you, beautiful.” 

He uses the other hand to lift your chin, gently demanding your undivided attention. The authority in his voice places you back in reality.

Your eyes wander up his figure, admiring his skin while getting drunk off of his touch. 

“Sorry about that, Sir.” You tug on the straps lightly to ensure they’re secure. “Yes. This feels nice.” 

Yoongi insisted on putting you in one of his many “swing sets” hanging from the ceiling. 

It’s thrilling being suspended feet in the air, your legs spread wide with your weight only supported by rope. Your wrists are bound also, leaving you entirely at Yoongi’s mercy. 

But mercy, is not a term the toymaker is familiar with.

“I promise you, doll. You’ll feel even better once I stuff my cock inside of you.” 

Yoongi spreads your folds and reveals your wetness. The cold dungeon air hits your center, intensifying your sensitivity.  

“Damn, you’re wet,” Yoongi comments.

“Make it wetter, Sir.” 

You respond with so much need that he can’t resist the temptation. He’d rather drag this out and keep you down here for as long as possible, but the growing urge to fuck you senseless is too demanding.

Yoongi leans forward and allows his spit to drip into your opening. He watches in awe as your cunt accepts it graciously. Using two of his lengthy digits, he enters your pussy and prepares you for his throbbing cock. 

“Fuck, Sir!”

Yoongi’s thumb rubs your clit while he fingers you slowly, relaxing you so he can continue to stuff your dripping crevice.

“Take one more for me, doll?”

On your command, he adds another finger. 

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers.

The room begins to fill with the lewd sounds of your squelching juices, gushing out of you and covering Yoongi’s hand and wrist. He twists and curls his digits inside of you, searching for the spot that’ll have you falling apart. You cry out for him once he finds it, and he responds with a cocky smirk, knowing he’s about to ruin you before he even fucks you.

“Sir.”

“Come if you need to, doll,” he says. “I won’t get mad at you.” 

His voice is so gentle and sweet, a contrast to the dark lust-drunk eyes staring at you.

You can feel your core tightening with each passing second. Moans leave your lips, but the pleasure is so intense you cannot hear how loud you are. Eventually, you have no other choice but to let go.

His fingers guide you through your orgasm while he praises you with the sweetest words you’ve ever heard. He bends down to suck your pulsing clit between his lips, and your mouth falls open. Nothing comes out; you’re just reacting on nerves. Your brain has yet to catch up with the moment.

You slump over once you’ve finally calmed down, but you’re only given a few seconds to recharge before Yoongi’s cock is teasing your entrance.

“You ready to tap out, doll?”

You shake your head.

“Please,” you beg. “Continue. This is light work for me, Sir. Do your worst.” 

The toymaker wipes the smirk off of your face with his thumb; you know you’re fucked but you still play along.

“I sure hope you know what you’re asking for, baby doll.”.

His cock enters you slowly, not stopping until he’s filled you with every inch. Your pussy constricts and he’s unable to move. You both struggle to adjust to the tight fit.

“How are you so fucking big?” 

“Maybe you just can’t take dick like you think you can, doll.” His tone is condescending, making your face heat up. “I prepped you and you’re still having a hard time. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Bullshit.”

You speak out of turn and earn yourself a slap on the thigh.

“Now, don’t get disrespectful, doll.”

You bite your tongue and settle into your position. When Yoongi starts moving, the fullness becomes more bearable. The sensitivity ebbs away, and pleasure replaces it. The chill in the room fades as your body begins to heat up, and your sweat does little to keep the feverish desire at bay.

“You’re still so tight,” he points out. “Let’s loosen you up, doll. This won’t do.” 

Yoongi surprises you when he grabs one of his little toys. He flips the little switch, making the object buzz in his hand. “This one’s going to fuck both of us up.”

He places the vibrator directly onto your clit, and instantly, you see stars.

“Fuck! Sir, I can’t!...” 

You beg him to turn the settings down, but Yoongi only chuckles.

“Baby doll, I really haven’t turned it on yet.” 

A press of a button, and it reveals another feature that has your mind scrambled within seconds. The suction pulses around your sensitive bundle of nerves, stimulating you in ways you’ve never even dreamed of.

Your babbling gets you mocked and teased by the toymaker. All while he’s still stuffing you with his cock.

“Look at my sweet little doll,” he tsks. “So confident in thinking she could handle my cock but can barely keep it together. The nerve; what were you trying to achieve, baby?”

As if you weren’t already a mess, he turns up the settings. If the entire town didn’t hear your scream, then the room has to be soundproof.

“I’m going to come!” 

You sob and tremble as your body dangles in the air. Yoongi’s thrusts send you flying, but the hold on your waist never allows you to slip through his fingers.

“Oh, yeah? And what are you gonna do for me if I let you?” he grunts.

He intentionally touches your cervix, making your eyes roll back. You don’t miss the twinkle in his eyes when he notices the outline of his dick each time he enters your guts.

“Anything, Sir,” you promise. “Please. Just let me come!” 

You aren’t sure what sound is filthier, the noises your cunt makes as your juices gush onto the floor, or Yoongi’s wet sticky sac slapping your ass with every impact.

“Well, when I fill this cunt… You better not spill a drop. Understand?”

“Okay, I won’t. Now, please.”

“I hear you, doll. I hear you.” 

But relief doesn’t come as quickly as you thought it would. He turns the toy to the highest setting, making you lose your mind in seconds. Yoongi doesn’t hold back. When your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, he keeps fucking you like you’re a rag doll, bouncing you up and down on his hard shaft.

“You feel so good, doll,” he growls, slowing his pace. “I should keep you all to myself and pump my cum into you every night.”

“Sir, fuck!”

You try to calm down but hearing his deep voice filled with lust makes you hotter.

“Ahh… You like that. You wanna get knocked up, huh?” 

His cock starts twitching inside of you at the thought.

“Please.” At this point, you can’t even recognize your voice, but you continue to fill his ears with everything he wants to hear. “Sir, fill my pussy. I promise I won’t spill any.”

This is probably the closest Yoongi has ever been to finding true love because the look he gives you tells it all. He’s never met anyone so perfect, so willing to accept him. His orgasm snatches him out of his reverie, reminding him of a reality he’ll have to face very soon.

A moment later, ropes of his warm cum paint your womb, drawing pleasant sighs from your lips.

“Goddamn it, doll,” he whispers while his cock slips out of you. “You’re a fucking slice of heaven, you know that?”

Yoongi uses his finger to stop the seeping cum from dripping to the floor. He pushes it back inside of you repeatedly until he’s satisfied. He lowers you and then carefully helps you out of the swing, so you don’t fall.

“You’re quiet, doll. Are you okay?” 

You don’t respond but Yoongi still takes your hand and guides you up the stairs. Your palm feels so warm wrapped in his, and he can’t stop a smile from spreading across his face.

He takes one look at you and realizes he’s in deep shit.

“What’s on your mind, doll?”

Doll. 

He thinks that name is perfect for you. You may be a goddess, but you’re so delicate and cute. He wants you. He wants to keep you to himself despite knowing that he can’t.

“I’m hungry.” He wasn’t expecting that reply, but he doesn’t mind treating you to dinner after the things you just allowed him to do to you. “I want something… Sweet.”

“Well, there is a bakery across the street. He’s closed, but I know him so he’ll—”

You’re already heading to the door before he can finish his sentence. Yoongi quickly grabs his coat so he can cover your body. However, you turn around and place a hand on his chest to stop him.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“You said you wanted to get something to eat.” 

Yoongi is slightly confused, but he laughs it off.

Those beautiful eyes stare into his soul, and he has no choice but to accept the fact that he’s whipped.

“Yeah… but not with you, hun.”

Your words leave him in shock, and he can only stand there frozen, watching you walk through the door and head over to his best friend’s store. The toymaker is heartbroken, and sad. But what can he say when this is how he carries on? You’ve got him, and you’ve gotten him good.

He laughs to himself, basking in the sweet smell of you that still lingers in the air.

“Damn, that was one wild sleigh ride.”

#yoongi x reader #bts x reader #suga x reader #bts smut #yoongi smut #suga smut #bangtanbathhouse #btsdreamcourt #bangtansorciere #kvanity #bts imagines #yoongi imagines #bts fanfics #fic: unholy night #sugakookitty

[star-vibing-prompts]

☆Some random ass prompts☆

Feel free to change the pronouns and stuff! Feel free to credit me or something, I don't really care???? Just make sure to claim them as your own.

Also maybe '@' me if you use these! I wanna see what y'all do!<3

"Who said you can have her? If you want her, you'll have to go through me!" "...disappointing but fine."

A is pregnant and B is dead. How is B dead? Who knows? However A is stressed and is still grieving for B. How does the child birth go? Who knows? All up to you.

B invites A to a midnight dinner to discuss some important matters and just what are these important matters that got A all horrified and shocked?

"Hmm...I guess it could work, but will it really?" "I don't know, I'm just going with my gut here." ".....we're all gonna die....."

"I will bite you!" "Oh fuck you!" "...the sexual tension between those two is unreal holy fuck.."

"Hey mama? What's papa doing?" "Your father is being stupid but at this point, I'm used to it." "Is that how you guys met? Him being silly?" "Haha, yes little one. Indeed so."

A is a bit chaotically unhinged and B is a tired workaholic that wants A to calm down for a second so B can confess their feelings to A.

A and B are dating and are planning on getting married very soon, however, C has been feeling very lonely since the two first started dated so they want to join in on the relationship but aren't sure how to bring it up to the two without sounding creepy or awkward or desperate.

C and B are snuggling and A joins in on the snuggling session. Poly ships go brrr!!!

^^^ "Who knew A can be this affectionate when snuggling, huh?" "Haha yeah." "I can hear you y'know? So shut up and let me enjoy this."

Smut prompts! (Read at your own risk)

"Mmm..that's it baby~ just moan for me and me only~"

"Aww~ you're so cute. Do you want your daddy to give you a reward for being such a good girl?~"

"Me. You. Bed. Now."

"Oh? You like it when I bite? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

A is horny as fuck and is usually the dominant one in the relationship but tonight B is horny as fuck and decides to show A how much of a dominant person they really can be.

^^^ A is so into that shit.

B wants to spend quality type with A privately but A is always at work so when they finally have a day off, B had decorated the room to "set the mood". Does A like it or not? All up to you.

B's boss comes to visit B and A, however, he ends up flirting with A while B is fuming with jealousy. However, B easily scoops A and starts aggressively making out with A to prove and show B's boss that A belongs to them only.

"I will fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a few months! Understand?" "Mm kinky. Why not do it right here and now then babe?~"

"What the fuck are you?" "I'm a sex worker." "..oh-" "Got a problem with that?" "No...but can you fuck me?" "Heh, if that's what you want~"

Yandere prompts!

"You belong to me only darling!"

A shy innocent looking yandere x A tired asf college student

"Aww,,you're so cute and gorgeous when you are all dolled up like this! What's the occasion? You aren't going with that BITCH are you?"

"I love you! I love you! I love you! Wait- hold on- why aren't you saying it back? You do love me back right?" "O- Of course! I lo- I love you too." "Yay! But why are you crying? Who hurt you?!"

A emotionless yandere x A bright sunshine

A is a yandere and practically forced B into a relationship with them by using their secrets and loved ones against them. B is absolutely fucking miserable and probably beyond broken and saving (emotionally wise)

A werewolf yandere x A vampire

"Whoever said you can't leave? You can leave but all you gotta do is tell me where you're going on what day and at what time! Okay love?"

"No! You must stay with me! It's the only way that I can be truly happy! Please! I'm begging you! I love--no--I - I must love you!"

"I promise I'll always be with you but...you gave me no choice, I had to. I had to protect you from him. I'm sorry my love."

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[navybrat817]

Midnight Kiss

Pairing: Chris Beck x Female Reader Summary: Chris made a promise to kiss you at midnight and he intends to keep it. Word Count: Almost 1.4k Warnings: Fluff, light angst, established relationship, Chris Beck (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Last fic for the year and @ysmmsy. suggested something for our sweet space husband! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You gazed up at the stars and ignored the chill in the air as you wondered why you bothered going to the small party tonight. You knew why, of course. Your friends didn't want you to miss out on a good time and you didn't want to disappoint them by bailing. It didn't help though that everyone inside had paired off, leaving you as the odd one out. Watching everyone kiss at midnight wasn't exactly your idea of fun.

Which was how you found yourself standing outside in the cold, staring up at the sky as if it could make your boyfriend show up.

When you wish upon a star.

You started dating Chris Beck less than a year ago and he was, without a doubt, the best boyfriend you ever had. A brilliant man with a soft heart, and the sweatshirts to match, he provided you with love and many happy memories in such a short time. Reality, however, seeped through the honeymoon phase and reminded you that both of you had obligations. He had an impressive career as an astronaut and a surgeon long before you came into the picture.

You’d always be proud of him.

Chris didn't believe you when you told him you never had a New Year's kiss. You laughed and told him your date the year before passed out by the toilet long before the countdown began. The years before that didn't fare any better. It didn't seem like a big deal.

Until this year.

"I'll be your first midnight kiss."

He had every intention of going with you tonight and swore he'd give you the best kiss at midnight. He even had a button down shirt picked out to match your strapless blue dress until he got called in. Giving you a sorry look, he swore he'd make it up to you, even when you said he didn't have to. Though he currently wasn't in orbit, he still had an important job to do on the ground. You wouldn't dare hold that against him.

It didn't mean you weren't a little sad.

"You promised me a kiss," you whispered into the night, snuggling deeper into the warm sweatshirt you took from his closet earlier. He’d be upset if you went out into the cold without anything covering your arms. "But that's okay."

You didn't move or turn around when the door opened behind you, the sound of laughter and chatter briefly filling the air before the door shut. You kept quiet, not wanting to be a downer or to be asked why you were out there by yourself. The familiar presence at your back brought comfort, even though you weren't seeking it out. Before you knew it, a smile touched your lips when the gentle scent of cedar and citrus filled your nostrils.

The same cologne Chris opened just a few days before when you exchanged gifts.

"What's a nice girl like you doing out here all alone on New Year's Eve?" he asked, gently gripping your elbow to turn you around.

He's here. He showed up. He kept his promise.

The twinkling lights around the door provided enough light to see the blue of his eyes as you faced him. Tears sprang to your own unexpectedly when he brushed his warm fingers along your cheek. He used his hands to heal others and now his touch closed the wound of loneliness that had opened inside you.

"My boyfriend is working tonight," you told him, your voice thick as you played along and blinked away some of the moisture in your eyes. "You wouldn't happen to know him, would you?"

His thumb moved up to catch a stray tear, his smile apologetic and gentle. "I may have seen him around before. Over six feet tall with blue eyes and short, dark brown hair? It looks about as soft as the sweatshirt you're wearing. I'm guessing it's his."

"It is," you smiled, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He was right about it being soft. "I think it goes well with my dress."

He hummed in appreciation as he took a step back to admire you, taking a bit of the warmth with him. "It does," he said before he wrapped an arm around your lower back to pull you close again. "It looks really good on you."

You could have picked a paper bag to wear tonight and Chris would have found a way to compliment you in it. The first time you woke up beside him, no makeup on and still half asleep, he whispered how beautiful you were to him. Just like he did when he made love to you.

"My boyfriend thinks it looks good on me, too," you teased.

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot about your boyfriend," he said as he raised an eyebrow. "Handsome guy, isn't he? Nice smile? Some may even call him a sexy nerd."

Oh, my humble man.

"All of those things. Very handsome, nice smile, a sexy nerd. He's so smart. One of the most brilliant men I know," you smiled, taking pride in bringing a slight pink hue to his cheeks at the compliment. "Did you know he graduated from Yale? And he worked for NASA. Flight surgeon. Completed five spacewalks."

"Did he give you his resume on your first date?" he joked, bringing his other arm around your waist.

You giggled when you brought your hands up to his shoulders, starting to sway even though there was no music. "No, he was a perfect gentleman. He waited until our second date."

The laugh Chris let out spread warmth through your chest all the way down to your toes. "Sounds like a real winner, even if he did have to work tonight."

Your smile slipped as he cupped your cheek again, refusing to let you look down or away. "Work is important and this is just a party, so he's still a winner."

He shook his head when you nuzzled your cheek against his palm. "It isn't just a party. I heard through the grapevine that he owes you a kiss at midnight. He intends to keep that promise."

It meant everything to you that he showed up, but you couldn't help the guilt you felt. Did he rush through work to get to you? Beg someone to cover for him? No matter what he did, it showed just how special you were to him.

You're just as special to me.

"I appreciate that," you said, watching the lights shine in his eyes again. "I appreciate him so much."

"Ten!" your friends shouted inside, their voices loud enough to be heard through the glass.

"He appreciates you. His beautiful, special star," Chris smiled as your cheeks got hot. "And he couldn't imagine any other way to bring in the new year."

"Nine!"

You couldn't imagine it any other way either.

"Eight!"

Chris brought his other hand up, holding your face with such infinite tenderness as you stopped swaying.

"Seven!"

"I'm glad you made it, Chris," you smiled.

"Six!"

"I'm glad I did, too," he smiled back.

"Five!"

"Thank you," you said, leaning in closer.

"Four!"

The tip of his nose brushed against yours, both of you anticipating what was to come.

"Three!"

"I love you," he whispered between your lips.

"Two!"

Your heart raced as you closed your eyes. "I love you, too, Chris."

"One!"

You weren't sure if fireworks went off in the distance or if you heard them in your mind, but your mouths met in a kiss that left you breathless. A shudder wracked your body as his hands moved from your face down to your hips. You willed yourself to stay upright when he licked into your mouth, moving his tongue against your with expert precision. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world to do so.

A perfect kiss with a perfect man.

"Can I confess something?" he asked.

You were happy that he sounded as affected as you felt. "Yeah."

He brought his mouth close again, whispering the words just for the two of you to hear. "That was my first midnight kiss, too."

You smiled as you pressed another kiss to his lips, thanking the stars above for gifting you with his wonderful man.

"Happy New Year, Chris."

It was going to be the best year yet.

I can't wait to share more next year with you lovelies. 💙 Love and thanks for reading! 💙

Masterlist ⚓ Misc. Sebastian Stan Characters ⚓ Ko-Fi

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[fluffysucker]

We paint the town blue

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader.

Part of the Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince universe AKA Bucky and his princess.

ALL ONESHOTS COULD BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

Your first I love you.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated.

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It was as cliche as movies. To say your first I love during your first fight.

It had been some time since your fantastic first date, and it had been wonderful ever since. You went on lots of other dates, and each one was more breathtaking than the previous. From beach days, picnics, fancy places, movies to staying over at the restaurant and midnight walks, everything was perfect. Bucky was perfect.

You found what people say about him, claiming him to be very bizarre. A big lie. He was the sweetest person.

He loved astrology and space. He loved the army's stories and knew everything about World War Two. He loved reading. He loved the 40th music. He loved to slow dance. He loved to take long walks around and outside the city. He loved to go to museums and exhibitions. He loved having deep conversations.

He was funny. He was caring. He was fiercely loyal. He was a family man. He was smart. He was passionate. He was compassionate. He was kind. He was good-hearted.

He was everything good. And he was yours. Your perfect boyfriend.

It didn't take him long to ask you to be his girl officially. Couple dates and he was attached. He couldn't imagine going another day where you weren't his girl.

After an amazing date, with his leather jacket draped over your shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist, one of your hands around his neck and the other holding the flowers that he insisted to buy you mid-date, your lips connected in the most gentle loving kiss, he knew this was the moment. He wanted to stay like this forever. This was the heaven he read about and dreamt of

You broke away, your eyes never leaving each other, your sweet-tasting lipgloss lingering on his lips, your soft smile big on your face. Like everything with you, he let his heart take over. Words fell from him, unplanned.

"Please, be my girl"

Your smile got bigger, your eyes had a different shine, your heartbeats could be heard from afar, butterflies ran in your stomch, and your mind screamed one word over and over.

With your red cheeks, you stood on your highest tiptoe, kissing Bucky, your boyfriend.

And just like that, you were dating Bucky Barnes.

You understood a bit by bit why people thought that of him. He didn't show that side with anyone. The side he ofter let you saw was only for eyes.

When he would tell you about his day in more than three words. When he would respond to your childhood stories with little glimpses of his. When he would spend the night, his head resting on your chest, his body above yours without crushing you. When he would let you run your fingers through his hair. When he would listen to your talking for hours nonstop. When he would make you laugh and smile. When he would send you texts through the day, checking on you, despite being a wall apart most days. When he would walk you home every night. When he would wait for you at the restaurant's door so he would see your face first thing in the morning. When he would lay soft kisses on your hands when you served him and the guys whenever they stopped by.

All stuff that was reserved to you. All the efforts he put for you. Looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars. Treating you like a princess.

When your relationship became known to other people, especially those surrounding the gym and restaurant, people would warn you about how dangerous Bucky was, how he was to ruin your life, how bad he was for. You wanted to laugh out loud.

You had been on your own most of your life. You had known bad. You had seen bad. And Bucky was the farthest away from bad. The 6'1 "foot long muscular boxer made you feel safe. He made you feel loved and protected.

Yes, you were worlds different, but he had nothing to do with you. The sweet girl with colourful dresses next door. If he didn't want you, then he wouldn't be with you. So you didn't listen to people's words. You never let it affect.

You and Bucky were doing fine. So fine.

Until one day, you weren't.

You were storming to your apartment, Bucky following behind. You weren't going to have this conversation in front of anyone. You opened your apartment's door, throwing the keys aside.

"I'm still trying to understand why you're upset." Bucky was the first to start talking, closing the door.

You turned to him as you took off your shoes and cardigan, leaving you in your tank top and skirt.

"How would you feel if you saw a picture of me on social media with three men that you don't know at all, kissing my cheeks, when I told you I was at work."

You didn't expect the turn your day was taking when you decided to have a little break since business was slow today. You checked your phone and saw that Sam posted a story to his account. You pressed on it and regretted it immediately.

There was your boyfriend, surrounded by three very beautiful women, all laying kisses to his face. And he had a little smile on his face.

You could swear you heard the knife that went through your heart. Of course, you trusted Bucky. But this was too much. Too much for anyone. Too much for you.

"I was at work." Bucky tried to justify.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know your work as a boxer involved being showered with kisses by different women." Your voice almost broke. The anger and sadness running through your body mixed together.

You had no idea how to handle this. What to do?What to say? You were clueless. All you knew was that you hated how this picture made you feel.

"These are my friends. They were joking. They stopped by and stayed for a bit. They decided to joke around." Bucky didn't like the sight of you sad and angry. Because of him. He absolutely despised it.

"I swear to you, doll. There is nothing going on. They are just my friends." He added. When he saw that you still had doubts in your eyes, he walked towards you slowly.

"Okay, look." He said as he stayed a bit further from you than normal. He hated it so much, but he was trying to figure how to handle a situation when you were upset.

He brought his phone out, unlocking it and opening the story to see the picture. He had to admit the picture was questionable. If it was reserved, he would be very anrgy. He would've messed stuff up before trying to talk.

"This is Wanda. She is married to Vision. A nice British guy. This is Natasha. She had a sex only relationship with Steve until she met Bruce and fell in love with him. This is Yelena. She is asexual." Bucky explained to you as he pointed to each one in the picture.

"And they know I hate physical touch and affection. They thought it would be a funny way to mess me." You turned to look at Bucky as he talked.

"Except from you." He said quickly, pulling a small smile from you.

"It's all platonic. They are like sisters to me." Bucky let out a breath of relief when your face softened.

"I trust you, Bucky. But seeing this." You didn't know how to phrase your thoughts.

"I understand, doll. You had every right. I'm sorry." Bucky knew he was in the wrongs. Apologising seemed the right way to go.

Bucky was happy as he saw you nod your head as an acceptance of his apology. But his happiness was short lived as you spoke your next words.

"You know. All of this would have been avoided if you had introduced me to them."

"Not this again."

This was a topic you often found yourself disagreeing about. You felt you were going steady enough for you to meet the rest of his friends. You already met some of them. You got along very well with Sam and Steve. Along with the others who frequented the gym sometimes. How bad the rest could be? But Bucky turned the suggestion down immediately.

For Bucky, meeting the rest meant meeting the real him. The team knew him too well. They knew what he was capable of. What he could do. But they weren't so innocent either. They understood each other. That's what made them family.

You, on the other hand, didn't belong there. You were the sweet soul in his tortured world. You, who filled his days with your colours. You, who made him feel like a teenage boy with a crush. You, who guided him through the darkness. You, the sunshine of his life.

You had nothing to do near them. He was feeling guilty enough for being with you. You deserved better. But he chose to be selfish. He couldn't live without you. But that didn't mean tinting you more.

"Yes again and again. Until you tell me why you don't want me to meet them." You may be able to forgive the whole picture thing. But this, no. You needed answers.

"You have nothing in common. Why do you even want to meet them?" He knew why. Because you were so caring that you wanted to know everything about him. You wanted to be involved in the things he likes and loves. Because nobody cared about him like you.

"Because I should meet the people that my boyfriend spends most of his time with."

"And I said I don't want you to."

"Why? Are you ashamed of me or something?"

The question should have slowed things down, but it only made him more frustrated. You think he would be ashamed of you? Sometimes, he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. That you were really his girl.

You weren't always thinking like this. However, when your boyfriend refuses to let you meet the people, he calls family, every single time. Your mind wonders.

"My god, that's what you think? That I'm ashamed of you. "

"Are you?"

"Of course not. How do you even think of this?"

"Then why are you so insistent that I never even have a chance to meet them?"

"Because I love you."

Silence filled the room for seconds. Both of you looking at each other.

"You love me?" The whisper left you as moved back towards Bucky.

"Yes, I love you. I'm so in love with you that I can't believe it sometimes. I'm so in love with you that I would give up my life for you in heartbeat."

"Which is why I don't want you to meet the others. This means letting you see that side of me. The boxer who beats people with no mercy. Who spills blood without looking back. And I can't."

"Bucky..."

"You won't look at me again. You won't want to be in the same room with me. You will run away."

"Bucky.."

"And I can't let you go. God knows I tried. I couldn't. You are the best thing in my life. I can't handle you hating me."

"Bucky.."

"So let me have this. The time I have with you before you realise the big mistake you're making. Before you realise you deserve a better man. Before you leave me..."

The feeling of your lips smashing against his wasn't something Bucky expecting. You kissed him with force. With purpose.

"Would you stop talking, please?" You said, your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"I love you, Bucky."

For this first time in his life, Bucky felt his heart drop from happiness. Nothing made him want to shed happy tear up to this moment.

"I love you so much that nothing can ever make me hate. Nothing you say or show me will change it. I love you."

"You are all I have, Bucky. Nobody ever made me feel so happy, safe, and appreciated. For me, this is forever. I want you to be my forever. So, don't ever think there's a part of you that I wouldn't love."

This time, it was Bucky who leaned to kiss you. The kiss was deep. He was trying to pour all his love for you into it. To tell you how nobody mattered like you.

He moved his hands to your hips, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist, still kissing you.

"I love you. I love you so much, princess." Bucky spoke quickly, still trying to catch his breath.

"I love you too, Bucky." You tightened your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his neck, wrapping yourself around him while he laid kisses on your hair

There was nothing like this

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In light of the ddos attacks and ao3 being down, I wanted to make sure my fics are always accessible regardless of ao3 status. I realized that in my masterpost, most of my fics link directly to ao3, and there’s no way to easily find them cross posted here on tumblr. so here is that. links to all of my fics cross posted to tumblr. the fics crossed out were never cross posted, however if you are just dying to read one of those, I’d happily post it here for you! just let me know!

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we all need someone to stay

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fresh rainwater

tonight we’re all believers

please don’t jump (it’s christmas)

pain reliever

somebody to someone

are the rumors true?

the breeds of bad people

how long can you hold your breath?

have it your way

fortunately

ten pins

breaking character

talk to me about our future

girls drink for free

two months

there’s no place like home for the holidays

the cost of a secret

the sex number

mirrorball

living after midnight (rocking to the dawn)

you make it hurt so good

round and round

eighteen and life

this is how i disappear

age, sex, location

i’ll see you tomorrow morning

cheap beer, sticky floors, and greek letters

sober thoughts

series

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soft lace for sharp edges

it’s not just lingerie

safer with you

(i’m not) a real man

split ends

when blue met pink

multichaptered

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a clean run

dream a little dream of me

love’s austere and lonely offices

to be so lonely

trigonometry

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SIGNAL143?! … kang taehyun

SYNOPSIS. Headstrong CEO, kang taehyun leads his business venture into the world of dating with his dandy service, 'signal143', and in need of a skilled and driven secretary comes the bright-eyed secretary, passionate to support those finding new love. while the two clash in various ways, bound to each other in pursuit of new beginnings. what were taehyun to do if this metal tough ceo were to match with his new secretary by his dear, handcrafted application?

PAIRING. ceo!taehyun x secretary!fem!reader ft. txt, yunjin from lesserafim and sunwoo from theboyz

GENRE. crack, fluff, pinch of nonexistent angst

WARNINGS. profanity, !!not proofread!!

WORD COUNT. 5.2k

NOTE. no i didn't spend more than a month on this shhhhhh😦 my txtblr debut has arrived i'm pretty proud of the beginning and the attempts at humour🤥 i'm so sawry,, the end was a bit rushed bc i realised my absence from here was far too long so i scurried😤

"what if you matched with someone in the company using the application," yunjin jokes, hitting your arm in the same spot for the nth time, a scowl crossing your face as you turned to her, running down an earful of curses before she sighed and pouted, getting you to suspend your fit.

"why would you even say that," you drop, averting your focus away from the girl and to your watch striking midnight. You usher yunjin to stay the night under one condition that she clean up after herself as you left early for work at signal143.

Signal143 worked to assist others in search of their passionate lover, one true pair, and lifelong soulmate. A company whose product aligned with your best interests as you grew with a single mother who tirelessly slogged to make ends meet.

You'd made her proud, earning a corporate job as none other than the secretary of the booming service. The application checked off all and more of what you could think of, seeing it as a reliable piece and something trustworthy.

You prep your materials for the following day, slide into bed and shut your eyes with a huff. Dreamland didn't seem all too far when yunjins protruding query probed your mind to run a hundred kilometers per hour with varying scenarios that fueled your active thoughts.

Shaking your head, you set to not think about and take things that came your way with no worry as such. Let's be real, the possibility of you matching with someone from your company was less than 5%.

It's not like your luck would cash with that, would it?

Maybe, you should've recalculated the percentage because the probability dinged at first sight of your boss. "signal match 143!" echoed through the hallways of cool toned glass finished walls, goosebumps arising on your skin.

You visibly panic as your boss, taehyun, watches you with curious eyes. "good to know you use the application," mumbled the tall man, clad in a suit, a musing smile tugging on his pink, soft lips.

Observing your orbs dart from him to your phone, you contemplated checking who within the company you had unanimously paired with, "please, have a look," your boss encouraged while your sweat-ridden palms fished your phone from your pocket.

"i'd say you take them on a date and give it a try, and if possible give your personal feedback on your usage of the app,"i don't think dating in a workplace setting is appropriate though," you comment, swiping up and onto the app, the customary ring filling the rather opinionated hallway.

"why not? are you, perhaps, doubting the service?" kang taehyun raised, expected from his nickname, strongheaded-sajjangnim. The lines on his forehead proved his dedication but you felt wronged with the misinterpretation.

You'd be in trouble if you harbored opposing thoughts and didn't get along with this co-worker in specific, being your boss and the ceo, afterall.

"quite bold of you to assume, sir" you pause, fending hurt and continue reading the username you paired with mentally and then verbally, however, it came out sounding like a question, "user terry kang?"

A fellow worker gasped and panned their head towards kang taehyun, whose expression looked lost and if he were in a pickle, per se. "why?" you ask, perturbed by the shocked faces.

"summon that demon child beomgyu to my office right now. and you, follow me," spoke the tall, doe-eyed man, profusely furrowing those eyebrows deeper and deeper downward. What pissed you off was his rude choice of words, respect should be given to those who expect respect.

Maybe it comes with power? You shove the train of thought and sprint to catch up to the ceo, who was almost stomping his way there. Cute of him, you note.

With whoever beomgyu was, sat present in the well maintained office while the tense atmosphere picked at your nerves, making your exterior decay from the anxiety. You remained unaware of what happened nor what was going down.

Whipping out his phone, taehyun beckons beomgyu over, "what is this?" he retorted, calmly, unlike his brows meeting the depths of hell fire with the amount he scowled. Beomgyu jumped on sight and squealed, applauding the ceo, "isn't that great?!"

"no, you dumbass- i mean, you idiot, what have you programmed it to do," he halts, giving you a look and whispers in a hush manner, causing the man next to him to slowly pan his head towards you like those haunted emotional support dolls from horror movies the possessed hauled around.

"HER?"

A whack to the back of his head sent beomgyu wailing, "THIS IS VIOLENCE—" he exclaimed, getting cut off by what seemed like his close friend that boss, taehyun, "do you want to risk your pay," he stooped octaves lower with the question, a menacing look shining in his eyes, gazing up and into your orbs, almost daringly.

You weren't slow (for once), you put the pieces together and informed yourself in manner, tactfully planning your next move. Mirroring the menacing look, mockingly, one could say. You stride forward, your hardened footwear clacking against the marbled touched floor, "are still up for the date, ceo terry kang?"

Taehyun straightens his back, amused with your words, beomgyu giggling, "you still think its a malfunction, sir" he states, mockingly, gapping for air and continuing, "she seems like your match if you ask me." — The frown that settled on his face as he pondered over the simple incident left you in a fit of your little laughter, evident of your chuckling. "well, let's get to it, shall we?" taehyun set, turning to you with a charming grin that exuded other intentions than sweet. 

"hm?" you replied, asking what out of the number of things he could be implying. "work. today's your first day, isn't it, miss secretary,"

Oh this man is vile, cutting to the boring part already but without much of a fight, you had points to prove and marks to make even though one might say take it easy the first day. Not only was your hopeful relationship with your boss kindling but your chances of recognition in the hierarchy.

"i want these papers briefed by noon," you opened your mouth to quiz if he required anything else but he dove straight in, "oh and a cup of coffee will do, thank you very much." You inadvertently complied, handing the warm cup over to him with an unfazed expression, work was work and there's no denying it. 

"not your ideal picture of a first date, hm" taehyun commented, cautious watching the way your front turned from calm to exasperation, "first date, sir?" you grumble, enunciating the sir a bit pressed off your tongue. A dry laugh leaves his parted mouth, "you seem like the type to never been on a date,"

You clench the papers assigned to you in hand and muster a marvelling smile, firming your stance. Taehyuns eyes flicker from the tight grip on the papers to your menacing eyes, then to your coral stained lips parting with calculated breaths, "glad to see we agree in something, sir."

The satisfaction you felt as his face morphed to offence had you seeing stars of your own. He clicked in his tongue in distaste, "it's going to be a long while working with each other, i see,"

"i agree. i'll take my leave, i've paperwork to get behind," You conclude, giving his deep brown orbs one lasting gaze. 

A complementary grin accompanied your impactful greet to your boss. He was just as hard headed as the rumours state, the beauty the gods themselves sculpted but it was too bad you'd have a sour taste at his retorts in opinion and opposition. 

Though, the only things you both could settle on were being lonely asses and vision for the venture that inevitably matched and brought your two lonesome vessels together. — Weeks passed and your differences only became apparent to those around. DUring a small party taehyun decided to host for app ranking 4th on charts, the ice cream stand had many flavours to offer on such short notice, including your favourite, mint choco. 

This, however, seemed to bother him, as he stood beside you, picking up his custom cherry flavoured ice cream. The gasp that left him as you chose mint choco let a lasting impression on you, “it tastes like toothpaste. how could you possibly—”

“sir, you have a cup of cherry flavoured ice cream in hand, is that not a tad too plain?” “i like to keep things simple,”

And the other he spotted you at your desk munching away at the original style pocky, he inhaled that very irking gasp that made your head turn faster than lighting, “don’t even—”

“HOW COULD YOU CHOSE THE ORIGINAL,THE MOST BASIC, THE INFAMOUS POCKY!?” “that’s quite rich coming from someone who likes to keep it simple,”

you sneer, your bold statement followed by gasps from the myriad of employees seated at their desk out your office as taehyun bit at his tongue, retreating to his den.

This left you with your current situation, “sir, i finished reviewing and marking these documents but are you sure the conversion will follow through smoothly?”

“why the doubt, miss,” “yn would be fine, though this is a workplace setting, we have other premises to imply”

A nod prompted you to continue, “conversion from a service-based business to a hybrid business is quite the challenge given our potential partner expertising in green tea that supposedly promotes weight loss, tying us with non body positive image,”

“as much as you have a point, we’re running short on funds with the hefty loan process being dragged out and our service update has been pending for a month now. Either way, other companies are flocking to strike a deal,”

“but sir, can't we start with another product first? I feel like beginning with green tea will attract negative views,” you paused, thinking of seizing the opportunity to plug in a personal situation here, “if you want to promote the service we'll have to start fanservice."

"what." "don't act like you don't know about all the teenage girls you've bagged for being their prince,"

"and you're suggesting that I hold a fansign?! do i look like an idol to you?” "yeah, you do so make use of that handsome face, terry"

He flashed you an insane glance, sighing, “too late, they're here for the meeting,” taehyun announced, foot to heel and strode down his office, off to the door where he greeted them with a warm smile, “shall we?”

However, one of the men who stood much closer to taehyuns office than the rest frowned, sending a glare your way that had your stomach turning, “i don’t think it’ll work out though,” — The scowl present on taehyun’s face as he exited the conference room had you shitting yourself as he shot knives down towards you, glaring at you and motioning to his office merely with his recent fuelled orbs.

QUivering inside out, you step shortly after him, gulping down the massive lump in your throat, the carpeted monotonous grey flooring garnering your interest than the man that rubbed his temple hastily.

“guess one of them overheard our little banter, miss,”

Your void of a reply sent him approaching you with heavy footsteps, harshly tugging down the knot of tie, the furrow deepening beyond observed capability. All till the curve of your back hit the hard wood table, your hands scraping to the table.

“w-what do you mean,” you muster despite the frantic panic you were waging inside, his arms once limp by his side came to front you as he cracked his knuckles, his neck craning to the side to do the same. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated by his demeanour.

“oh, i don’t know, from where the conversion took a head down non body positivity image and how starting with a different product first would be better?”

The chills that ran down your spine as he repeated your previous words had you spinning a hurl of your own. Though you still stood by your words, you could’ve just blown the deal off with it as well. 

That depends, however, since you weren’t informed whether the deal was called off in the first place. You held no blame as of yet. You straightened your back and lifted your gaze to his, taking a step forward, a formidable gap present.

“well, did we strike a deal?” you attempted to sound as aloof as possible, hoping for an affirmation from taehyun. He smiled, a stark contrast between his furrow and grin.

He bent down to match your height, his hand cupping your cheek with a caress which you would have fend off but couldn’t given your arising crisis, “how cute,” he uttered and paused, the smile dripping off along his lips pressing to a line, “but, no,”

And just with that you had turned into granite staring down the eyes of a striking sculpture known as kang taehyun. “Leave,” and you did, taking to the door with such haste you hadn’t seen yeonjun, the assistant secretary ahead, crashing into the man with a thump. 

“are you okay?” quizzed yeonjun, watching you with curious orbs as to your hastened exit and your shaken exterior, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost, you should take a break,” he commented further, chuckling.

Taehyun observed the ordeal, opting to sit in his seat and front his desktop instead, having twice the amount of work to get another company onboard. It would be an understatement to say he resented you right now.

You bid a rushed goodbye and fled the scene out the building, restocking on fresh air and a clear mind on how to apologize, though an apology wouldn’t do much. — Silence was scarier on the man than you could imagine though he wasn't one for many words, the stiffness present in the air as you'd discretely set your work by his table while he bore his eyes into the desktop screen, his hand gripping the edge of any paper within reach.

After the fall through, he lacked words for you particularly, conveying messages through the assistant manager, yeonjun who said he despised the ordeal and further urged you to make amends. But that didn't sound as easy as said. 

That left you in this picture, panning open his office door a few hours past work hours as you had a report on user engagement to finish and the reasons for it's margin of customers dropping. The dimmed lights and the glare of the desktops display blaring through the jet atmosphere led your orbs to the slumped figure, his fingers resting in his hair as he laid on his crossed arms.

Your boss had fallen asleep.

You set your print on his table and moved a few others to the side, stacking them up as well. Should you wake him up or let him be? Either way his posture would surely cause spinal ache, so it'd be better to wake him.

Right? His secretary that totally blew the company a huge deal and an inclined decrease in expected funds would unsuspectingly awake him up when he retreated to slumber from exhaustion over the same deal with no clear advance?

Oh well, you weren't fired yet.

"sir," you uttered, your palm reaching for his shoulder, giving it a light shake. Taehyun lifted his head, hair messily parted, cocking his head to the side as he took in your stance in front of him.

"what's the time?" he stated, sitting up straight and off his arms, glancing at you lazily.

"11pm, sir," you replied albeit the chill that sprang down your spine as he spoke octaves lower and for the first time in around two weeks.

"why are you still at work, go home yn,"

"i thought i'd finish the report on user engagement—"

A sigh parted from his chapped lips, "i know you said you had no experience but c'mon you should really go out and meet new people," he mumbled, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, reaching for his lower drawer and pulling out his car keys.

"but sir, why would I go out and meet other people when you're my match," you responded, watching his face controt from surprise to guilt and back to his blank expression.

"i'll give you a ride home," he dismissed, loosening his tie and to his feet, waiting for you by his door to lock it up. — You took him up on the request and found yourself in the passenger's seat, sitting next to an oddly silent taehyun. "address?"

"why,"

"how do I drop you home, huh," he deadpanned and you promptly recited your address and he took to the wheel.

The blanket of stillness was anything but pleasant as his lack of response earlier ate you alive bone by bone. Feeling the tense air and the rather long way home, taehyun quipped a quick glance toward you, "whats your view in soulmates,"

"not exactly, life's not a fairytale like they narrate, per se," "why the negative tone?" he questioned further.

"my parents split not long ago, stating they 'fell out of love,' and i was heading back and forth between france and germany to meet them simultaneously, to not let either be unhappy. then i decided i was through and packed to south korea and applied for the job."

"that's one situation," "you?"

"i'd be oversharing," "it's fine, sir"

"call me taehyun, please," "right, taehyun, continue."

"realistically, no. like you said, life is no fairytale," "how is that oversharing,"

"it's sensitive info considering i run a head service to find your true love, yn, don't be conventionally controversial in this car," "mhm" you dragged, barely managing Ato mask your scoff.

The thick atmosphere was cut through the line of his ringtone, receiving the call at the red light and pulling over, "yes," he calmly spoke followed by the very violent,"WHAT?! NO!" 

You missed a smile despite the information you gathered ere, watching as he bickered with someone in the other line, the exasperated expression a fit for his adorable face. He hung up and pursed his lips turning to you with his jaw open slightly.

"will you go out with me," he paused— "WHAT?!" "no let me finish—"

"WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME OUT AFTER SAYING I WAS BEING CONVENTIONALLY CONTROVERSIAL AND TREATING ME LIKE SHI—" you halted, reading his amused mask and remembering he's the reason you get paid on a monthly basis, "you were saying, sir– taehyun,"

He liked the way his name rolled off your tongue and he'd convince himself in denial that it ended there but he'd bury for as long as possible. "I never said anything about denying soulmates, nope not a peep," he clarified, continuing to matter at hand, "there's an event this Friday night, would you be interested in joining me?"

Okay this reaction of yours bypassed the intense masking and your jaw hung open as you measly meagred, "why me," sounding shaky and your voice cracking at the lather and your parched throat. 

He searched for something by his door and handed you a bottle of water, looking at you straight in the eyes, giving you the most gorgeous,rich smile you'd ever seen, "because, you're my match, yn,"

To say you choked on your spit was an understatement. The chuckle that left him and he told you to look up and let your throat settle before drinking the water he handed you. — Friday came with you waking up queasy and all jittery, still pondering over what to wear, mentally noting to ask taehyun what he was going to wear. That Tuesday he gave you a ride home and unintentionally made you a walking mess of emotions in front of him, causing little to no changes at work.

To your disappoint— for the better, you grit and smile at your coworkers, holding small conversations and exchanging words of notice. Then came your summary to Taehyun and casually strolled in and recited the following with which meeting at what time, handing him the clipboard you gripper to briefly.

"wait, is the timing marked wrong for this meeting,"

"let me see," you mumbled and made your way by his chair, placing a hand on his table to lean over. "yeah, no it's," you paused, gripping your lower lip into the chambers of your once parted mouth.

Taehyun took that with the nod of his head, his orbs drifting to yours trained in the clipboard, a face strands of hair unintendedly covering your face and your lip held captive. The scent of your lavender perfume invading his nostrils, the trance cut short with your response, "actually, taehyun, hold on a second," you complete, your eyebrows furrowing deeper as your lip frees itself.

"taehyun?" he quired, picking at his raised brow, questioning you. You scoff and roll your eyes, "pick one, sir" you reply sarcastically, emphasising the sir at the end though you began to wonder how his name just rolled off. "and keep the date tentative, i'll check in again, either way it's not till next friday, sir,"

"taehyun," he corrected with small grin, his hand hovering to your cheek and giving it a light tap watching the way you managed to push his fingertips off and stare somewhat discreetly at his now focused face, albeit the close proximity of you two as you'd yet to stand straight l.

Beomgyu, uninvitedly barged through shouting for taehyun in a whiny tone, catching you in your little stare. Beomgyu advanced with a sprint and landed beside taehyun, who looked unbothered as the two and three others were friends from middle school.

He gave taehyun a bombastic side eye and sent a very obvious thumbs up to you, motioning to your boss who watched with a quirky smile, almost teasing you without words. You huff and retreat from his den, leaving the best friends turned coworkers to their fun. — "time to clock," uttered a voice from behind as you stilled slumped on your desk, lazily working on yet another report on the total gross margin and remaining fund. "hm?" you whiz not paying mind to them till a hand lands on your shoulder that sent you panning toward taehyun.

Your mouth parted with an 'O' springing to your soles, a few minutes left to actually clock out, "we'll have to stop by nearby to pick up clothes," he conveyed, watching casually pack up and shut off the system, some shooting your nasty looks for stealing their fantasy husband away.

Ignoring the onlookers you follow behind him, waving beomgyu bye as he excitedly cheered you on from his quarters with taehyun sighing at his antics.

The car ride to the venue was nothing noteworthy after you dazzled in an outfit that fit with your personal preference a bit too much, not revealing much and topped snow white charm with the flowy frill checks on your mental list. 

His silence left you to look out the window of the passenger seat as taehyun handled the wheel, focusing on the road ahead. 

“why’d you join signal143,” taehyun abruptly spoke amidst the stillness, gaining your lost focus, “cupid was my favourite childhood story,” you replied nonchalantly, eyes drifting to the seemingly fast paced surroundings, avoiding his curious orbs that lasted a second.

“maybe it's because i craved for something or someone to be my stability in my then feeble life and cupid would happen help me achieve that when my parents were out and about with their love life in shambles,”

“so from personal experience,” “yes, i guess you could say that. what inspired you to upbring the venture?”

“the 5 of us, high school friends, happened to think of the idea as a joke to make our pitiful lonely asses feel better, and the rest is history. it sounds insignificant, i know,” “everyone has their callings,”

With that the conversation fell flat and you remained in your thoughts of the past, “we’re almost there,”

“hm,” you responded, lacking any real reply to him, your thoughts having shifted from the past to the recent past, when you matched with your boss at work to which he simply ignored much to your distaste.

“sir,” “don’t,”

“we have to talk, i can’t play dumb anymore it's agitating,” “about what, exactly,” he asked, pulling into a stop at the venue, hand reaching to unbuckle his belt and panning to front you, perceiving the irked expression written all over.

“we matched with your application and literally refuse to address it,” you rush, in an exclamatory tone, breathing heavily with furrowed brows. His poker face remained while his gaze dropped to his wristwatch, “is that all, we’re getting late.”

Tears clouded your vision as he stepped and walked over to the passengers seat and clicked the door open, and extended his arm to you. You grimaced at his palm,"is that really you had to say," you let out slowly, attempting to blink back your threatening tears.

He initiative held your hand and pulled you up, your footing unstable as you fell forward and onto him, beside you for support. The fabric of his dress shirt scrunched up in your clenched fists. A hand travelled to your cheek and tilted towards the adoring eyes of the man that'd somewhat broke your alluding vision of true love.

"don't ruin the makeup by crying over nothing," he paused, mustering the courage to utter his next few words carefully, the knot in his throat tightening to release the word out his grip, "love," he added shakely, the latter coming out jna whisper but to be heard in the reverbs of your ear.

The gaso that overwhelmed had shock written all over you and with expectancy you listened as he remained agape. "why do you think I went as far as to bring you here as my date, yn,"

So he wasn't playing you, nor was he breaking your perception of true love but giving it a shot.

Now the thought slapped a small but hopeful grin on your front and you gazed into his beautiful sparkling eyes while he rushed to address even further, "doesn't mean I'm not angry at you for blowing the deal off," he muttered, trying to sneer at you and scoffing with little to no real meaning.

You burst into hearty laughter at his shy acts, striding into the venue, clutching his much larger hand in yours, "we have a party to attend, taehyun," you pressed, jolly filling you full as you skipped and partially hopped your way to the entrance hand in hand with the last person you expected to.

Life was fickle yet fun and full of surprises.

Taehyun spoke words of boredom to others attending as you put on a pretty smile and joined in occasionally and eventually zoned out, taking that as a chance to slip away from him and to the refreshments served.

You unsuspectingly stood among the masses, sipping on the non alcoholic drink, your eyes naturally drewp towards taehyun, resting them in him as he charmed many with his words, some infatuated with his looks and that darn cute smile he flashed.

"yn?"

You turned to your right, perceiving the man you'd swore to never see after years, "sunwoo?"

The old feelings of youth overjoyed your sober mind and the thundering clouds brought with your foresought tears and sentiments to do with him.

"you? here?"

"..." you dwelled in your daze, knocked out of it with no response to him after a long delay, he waved a hand in front of you, successful garnering your attention as an unfamiliar yet comforting hand rested on your waist and clung you to them.

"oh sunwoo! great crowd, great people, great host, of course,"

"...taehyun!" he greeted, examining his hand attached to your waist, the close proximity of the two and plastered a grin.

"how's the brand launch going?"

"the usual rookie stuff, you'd know better,"

Small talk continued and you watched motionless, your nerve ridden self picking at your nails, only glancing at either of the two rarely. As their tiresome chatter drew to a close you mustered the will to smile faintly st sunwoo and turn towards your date, Kang taehyun and flash a genuine beaming grin at him, ushering about something that crossed your mind.

Sunwoo noted the look and how you didn't turn back to see if he was looking at you for longer like you once had, the day it rained from the skies and from your very own eyes.

Dragging him out the venue you huffed and puffed in relaxation, opting to lean to the wall behind as relief filled you, "you know him?" taehyun queried, the slight amount of irritation sending massive signals your way as he raised a brow.

"i gave the same expression to any of the other guests you chatted with," you replied, to milk a further reaction from him.

"the way you stared at him looked different, like that of a sour grape.

"so you've been observing the way I gaze at people when you were supposed to pay your mind to the conversation?"

"well—"

Another dramatic gasp parted from your mouth, "so you have, and yes, he's my ex." "and not that i mind," you interjected, falling into him as you chuckled while he wrapped his own arms around you voluntarily. "you're not so annoying, i guess" he commented, faking a daddy eye roll your way.

"you're still annoying," "HEY—" "love live laugh beomgyu and his programming skills," you completed sending him furious as he whined to you about his sole position in the mess.

Love exists in many forms and this one was all thanks to signal143(and the honourable, almighty intellect beomgyu along your fortune telling star stellar friend huh yunjin).

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[iamskadhi]

Note: this is the first time I write anything in english so take it more like an idea or whatever. I have no respect for this language, but correct me when I'm wrong, please.

I had this "OC" in my mind for years but I can't recall her name, so you can imagine this is you, you're narrating this story, past tense and present might be a little all over the place, ehe.

I always imagined this like a series of mini comics because it contains some things from Dabi's past like before being Dabi the villain but after the fire that "killed him", I'm just not patient or talented enough to draw all that.

+4000 words.

Warning: it may be boring, you may read some dumb teen behaviour, soft +18 content, slow burn, and some Bella Swan vibes.

Nothing more to say, I hope somebody likes it.

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I met Dabi when I was barely a teenager; too young, too naive, but also too mad at my parents so I took every chance to be with people I shouldn't be around and that's exactly how I met him. He had a fire quirk that harms his body so he looked like shit, he wasn’t exactly handsome but he was light-hearted.

I noticed he dyed his hair black and I started to help him with it, also helped him cure his skin when he over used his quirk. I don’t know how or when but we became closer.

There was just... something in his eyes. Never seen eyes that color blue. Anybody would think he was a bad influence but it was the other way round. Dabi was such a nice guy, always telling me to go home, go to school, helping me with anything I needed and all I needed was him —with me— all the time.

“I like you” he said, “you’re kind and pretty, also you’re rich, why do you hang around these losers?”

“I like you” I said. I could never forget the smile on his face.

He told me about his past and I thought his future was us, together. We were young, those were the days when you think you know everything but you’re just naïve, too naïve. We would lay down in the grass and tangle up, I usually bring food and beverages for everyone, he’d put his arm around my shoulders and tell everyone not to mess with me, he made me feel special, he made me feel loved and mature.

We invented a signal and we started to meet at midnight, it was easy because I had a quirk that allowed me to teleport. Wherever he strayed, I followed and I would’ve begged for him to hold my hand and never let go.

However, time passed and he and his friends got in big trouble. I knew they were thieves, and then they became murderers and had to take different paths.

“You can’t hide me alone, are you fucked in the head?!” Dabi yelled at me when we had our first big fight because of that. “We need to go and you can’t come with us, your parents will get us caught for kidnapping, this is my last word. You stay, we’ll meet again someday.”

We lost contact before I graduated; he simply disappeared and left me with a broken heart.

I cried my eyes out for a month, but a girl gotta be tough and smart and independent. I moved out of my parents house when I finished high school, thanks to my dad, he rented a whole apartment near college and that was probably the first time in a long time I was grateful to have a wealthy family.

I just had to study and work for the family business and life would be sweet, but then one day I saw him. He walked by the Coffee Shop I used to go. How could I ever forget him? He wasn't exactly my first love but definitely one true love. My heart stopped for a second and then raced like crazy, I got up and out of the place running.

"DABI" I yelled but he kept walking, "Dabi, stop!" He walked around the corner of a dark alley, so I stopped, I doubted:

Should I follow or should I let him go for good? It's been a couple of years, he probably has someone new now, I thought.

Then I heard him:

"It's been a long time" he said from the shadows of that alley, his voice changed a bit, matured, "I was convinced you forgot about me. I missed you"

A tear shed from my left eye when I saw his face, his burned skin looked worse than before.

"What an asshole" I said and ran to his arms, hugged him hard enough for him to moan, "I thought I'd never see you again."

I punched his chest.

"You dumbass, I hate you. I hate you! I should hate you but I'm just mad at you and I just wanna cry and I... I..." words escaped from my mind for a moment, "do you want a coffee or anything?"

He laughed and hugged me gently.

"I'm sorry. I missed you", he said.

For what it felt like an eternity, that was all that he could say. I was confused and happy at the same time, he walked with me to my place, looked up at the building and said something about being too far from his place, he didn't tell me where his place was or what he's been doing. We made a deal to meet at the coffee shop every Wednesday and for a few months that was okay.

“I still like you” he confessed randomly.

“I like you too”

He never told me what he does for a living, but I could imagine it. I felt like the more that he said, the less that I knew about his life and I was okay with that as long as he would stay around.

One day, he didn't show up. The next Wednesday, he came with an excuse about a job I’m sure he made up to keep me happy, to keep me safe.

"Dabi, why don't you come live with me?" I asked one time. His big blue eyes were wide open and I was sure he was gonna say no, so I insisted:

"I don't have a lot of free time lately, this is my senior year and I need to focus but I still want you around, come live with me and I'll see you every night, you don't have to worry about your job, you know you can live rent-free and..."

"No. Stop. No."

"Just come see the apartment, please.” I insisted, I didn’t want to let him go again, “It's big enough I swear and we can..."

"Please, stop. I have pride. I'm still a man."

He talked about how different we were, but I knew it wasn't true, he said maybe if I was less dependent of my parents we could work this out, but I knew that was just an excuse. It took me a couple of months but I made him come into my apartment.

"I just need to pick something real quick, come with me" I said and it wasn't all lie, I needed something it just wouldn't be quick.

He looked around the living room, I went to my bedroom to pick some books and when I walked out, he was looking out the window.

"You have a nice view", he said. I could see his blue eyes reflexing on the window’s glass.

"I know"

I walked to him and hugged him.

"I missed being this close in private.” I whispered.

“The last time we were fifteen", he concurred.

He didn't grow any taller since then, I put my head on his shoulder and felt a shiver. His hands went from my hair down to my shoulders, then down to my back until he touched my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes and left a sigh out.

"You've changed", he whispered, I looked at his face and he had that smile, I'd never forget the smile he had the first time I saw him, or the first time that we had sex.

"We were just kids back then, pretending to be adults"

"I don't regret that" he kissed me slowly.

"Me neither"

He took my clothes off clumsily and I led us to the couch, I could tell he didn't have anything with anybody else and I was so relief about it. I took his jacket off and went straight to his pants; he already had an erection like he was craving for it all this time.

"No more games" he said "let's go to your room"

I took his hand and we went to bed, I laid down and he kissed and touched me viciously, then I remembered I didn't have a condom and pushed him away.

"Do you have...?"

"No" he said, he knew what I meant.

"Damn it!" I cursed; we were already there like that. "I could go..."

"No, don't worry. You had to pick something anyway; we'll do it any other day"

My heart raced. I wanted to take him immediately when he said that, but I just kissed him and made him promise he'd come back. And he did. Over and over.

Until he was practically living there with me. I had him just where I wanted and then, one day, my mother showed up.

"You have to finish this relationship before other people find out. You can't live like this, we raised you better than that. You better not get pregnant or I'll drag you to an abortion clinic myself."

Good thing: that day Dabi wasn't around. Time passed and he was more and more time somewhere far away; I had the feeling he would disappear again, so I had to talk it out but I didn’t know how, I thought he would take it as a sign to completely disappear.

"You could leave a note, you know, or send me a text. Tell me when you're leaving, for how long... I'll graduate soon, I'm busy too but at least I tell you when I'm coming home late."

"I think I can't keep living here" he said "I've been trying to protect you from the things I do, but I think it's catching up. I can't risk you, I can't lose you"

I felt my blood pressure go low.

"So you're leaving me... again"

He did not say anything.

We both knew this day would come around. I just wanted to keep my delusional idea that we would work things out. Run away together, somewhere far from Japan. I even suggested Spanish lessons one night.

"I love you" he whispered in my ear when he hugged me "and I'll find you when I'm done"

"Done with what?"

He kissed me and walked to the door.

"Touya, done with what?!"

I only called him by his real name when I was angry and he knew. His last gaze before closing the door was so sad but I was at the edge of going mad.

"STUPID TODOROKI!"

I threw my phone across the living room. I screamed and kicked the sofa, my tears ricochet and I tried to stop them with my hands but couldn’t; and then I just went to my room and tried to retain it all back inside.

I cried, until my face was red and swollen and couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I looked like a frog whenever I cry this much so I did't get out of bed for a whole day.

I couldn't possibly imagine what he was doing; but every time there was a fire, anything related to blue flames I knew it was him and I kinda knew why. I knew everything about his family, about his father.

All Might retired, so Dabi's father was #1 Hero now. It must have messed with his brain and I wished I could have helped him, but you cannot help someone that doesn't want to be saved.

I did my best to move on. I graduated and started to work at my father's company. I realized Dabi was right about me: I was my father’s daughter and I couldn’t live without his protection; but there was nothing wrong about it, now that I was older, I realized I was lucky for it. I wished he had my luck.

Left the apartment and moved to a different city, my mom was too excited about that, she visited me the first chance she had.

"You know whose hero's agency is really near?" She asked me, "Hawks’ agency, the #2 hero!" She was suspiciously excited about it, "he's so young but so talented and handsome! You know, I could set..."

"Mother, leave"

"What?"

"You do not get to do this, you do not get to set me a blind dates, I don't want you to do that and I don't want you here. I moved so I didn't have to have you around, don't visit me unannounced anymore, please, now leave"

"You ungrateful piece of shit" she started saying something but I wasn’t gonna let her talk:

"Yeah, I know, I know, take your things now and leave"

She started an argument so I just walked to my bedroom and closed the door lock. I assumed she would get tired of talking to the door and leave. I took a sleeping pill; I loved those pills. Then the most unimaginable thing happened when I woke up, there was a chaos outside, too much noise and heat and apparently, there was two heroes fighting a monster, a nomu.

I went inside to check the news, the battle seemed lost but Endeavor managed to win. I fucking hated that guy, but damn he was strong… and so was his son.

I missed Dabi. I kept sending text messages for a while after he left me and he never replied so I stopped, but at that moment I felt the urge to try again.

“Did you watch the news?” I asked.

“What’s your new address?”

“Are you serious, you fucking dork?" I texted back.

"I'll find you, I'm pretty near" he replied. I blushed a little, I felt excited to see him again.

"You better come with a bouquet, coffee and the most dramatic apology you can think of"

“LMAO”, was his last text.

Almost a week later, a bouquet appeared at my entrance.

Holy shit, I thought. There was a note: "I miss you, I’ll be back soon"

Later, after work, I got a free coffee.

"A guy paid for it earlier, he said he knew you, I hope it's okay" said the girl at the counter.

"He had blue eyes and looked like a crispy chip?"

"Mmm, yes" she stuttered.

"It's good, thank you"

“You’re welcome, come back soon!” She sighed in relief.

Then, when I got home the door was open and it made me so angry.

"If this is the best apology you can imagine, you're the biggest asshole...!"

However, there was no one inside. I looked around the house, he wasn't there. I felt insecure so I called a friend, I stayed at her apartment that night and she tried to convince me to call the police.

I said I would, but I called him instead.

He answered.

"Today at my house, was it you?"

"What?" He sounded confuse.

"The door was open but there was no one inside"

"I sent you flowers and coffee but I didn't think of any way to apologize enough to you. I didn't go to your house and I won't go until you let me"

"Okay… I think I'll call the police then, don’t come near"

"Good. Take care."

“I…”

Silence. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t expect him to pick up the phone in the first place. He whispered my name:

“Thank you for loving me this whole time” he said and hung up.

I felt like stupid for not saying anything. I didn’t even said that I loved him, never said it but actions speak for themselves and I couldn’t deny it.

After calling the police, some heroes would walk by my house every damn day; my father visited to make sure they did, my mother was too offended to come with him.

Turned out it was just a robbery case.

“Your mom and I talked about what happened between you two and I have to keep her happy, honey”, he stated “they don’t say ‘happy wife, happy life’ for nothing, I know she hasn’t been the best to you, but she tries”

“She treats me like shit, always have”

“Don’t say that” he sighed. “Let’s make a deal: I will set you a couple of dates just to calm her down and you choose the type of man you want to go to dates with, uh?”

I smiled viciously.

“No criminals!” he immediately said “don’t put yourself in danger just to get to your mother’s nerves, think about me too. There must be some nice guys you’d like to meet.”

“What if I want to date a woman?”

“Fine by me, I like woman too”

“I don’t like woman that way, I just wanted to know if I could.”

He laughed and looked at the time.

“Your mom told me about that hero, Hawks, I met him and he’s not very heroic actually, he’s just lucky he has a useful quirk, I think you’d like him”

“You’re pushing me”

“I’m not. Let’s set this now, you’ll have two dates, one with that hero prick and one with whoever you want, some college colleague preferably”

“Okay, fine, but the second date will be a woman.”

Mother always got what she wanted.

“Excellent, my dear! Send me her profile when you pick one, I’ll set the time and date, you go wherever you want and keep me updated. I gotta go now”

I chose a friend from college my mother never seemed to approve. As soon as I made my choice, my dad did his part.

The day I met Keigo it was rainy, he asked me if I wanted to cancel but I didn’t, I liked rain when it’s calm and I wanted to finish my duty as soon as possible. We went for coffee, watched a movie and then to a nice but not too elegant restaurant for dinner.

When I told him I had no intentions to date him, he told me he had no excuse to reject this date since he took a break from his hero’s agency for personal reasons; he seemed nice, careless and turned out to be easy-going, but he wasn’t Dabi.

I swore I could go home by myself but he insisted and when we were arriving, he put his arms around me.

“Don’t be scared” he said and took fly with me. I teleported back to the ground without thinking and shouted at him:

“What the fuck were you thinking?! What were you trying to do to me, you psycho?!”

He looked down at me and I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“You’re not supposed to use your quirk whenever you want, you’re not a professional hero nor a villain like me” Dabi was by my side and his eyes locked to Keigo’s. He came down with his hands exposed.

“I sensed you following me, I didn’t think you two knew each other” Keigo looked careful now.

“We’re like childhood friends” Dabi said, “I was curious why would someone like her hang around a hero like you”

“It was my mom’s idea” I said, “Dad intervened, long story short, I have to go to blind dates now, it’s none of your business” I looked at Keigo: “now I am curious why you’re not trying to catch him”

“I told you I’m off duty”

“Sure”

Something was off, I knew but I couldn’t tell. Dabi always kept me far enough and safe from his business. These two knew each other, but I couldn’t tell if Dabi was an informant or it was the other way round.

“I’ll take her home now” Dabi said.

“What kind of man would let his date go home with another man?” Keigo smiled.

I felt Dabi’s hand get warmer so I took it off my shoulder.

“I told you I could go home by myself, so I’m leaving. You two can catch up now, it seems like you have something to talk about”

“You’re wrong” Dabi said, “You and I have a lot to catch up”

I looked him in the eyes, it cut deep to know him right to the bone. He came back and he’d go away soon.

“I know that it’s over, Dabi, I don’t need your closure” I said firmly and walked away. It hurted more than I expected, I wasn’t serious, just wanted to mislead Hawks.

The rain came pouring down the closer I got home, it helped me conceal my stupid tears. That night I slept on the couch, I kinda expected Dabi to come but he did not.

Keigo, on the other hand, appeared at my door early in the morning with a nice bouquet.

“You may think I’m not serious,” he said “but I found you amusing”

He accompanied me on the way to work, behave nicely, but I suspected of his true intentions.

“Dabi was a part of a rebel phase when I was younger,” I admitted, he didn’t say anything, neither pretended he didn’t wanna know, “he comes and goes, he may think that I’m bulletproof but I’m not”

“With a quirk like yours, you could easily avoid a bullet” he tried to joke around but I didn’t let it slide.

“I’m conscious that he sees what he does to me, he knows exactly how to ruin a perfect day and I’m sick and tired of that attitude, so whatever you’re trying to do here, end it right now”

His smirk faded.

“Last night you said it was over, but I see it’s not. I won’t annoy you anymore”

His phone ringed, we said goodbye and he left me alone. I knew he just wanted to know if I was involved in anything Dabi was.

Life turned boring for a while and that was okay, but myhouse started to feel too big for me alone. I was considering to move to an apartment or bring a girl friend to live with me when I looked out the window and saw a letter outside the mailbox; when I went out to pick it, looked around but didn’t see anybody.

I knew it was his.

I knew it was a goodbye letter, I had to let him go.

“I won’t make assumptions why you moved to a different city but I think it’s cause of me. I swear I gave my blood, sweat and if I could cry I’d give my tears to protect you from the things that I do but it wasn’t enough, I could never give you peace”, he wrote.

“Deep down I hoped I would never lose you, eventually I did. I’m not your problem anymore. I can’t just show up at your front door and expect you to let me in, but I want to do it anyway.

Now that we don’t talk, I just wanted you to know I wish I was a better man for you.”

Lastly, he wrote:

“I’m sorry that I hurted you, it’s not your fault.”

I never felt so attacked by a piece of paper in my life. I knew I was better alone than needing a man like him, but the heart wants what it wants. Wishing he was a better man wasn’t an option, I loved him for being the man he was, the fact that he didn’t see it my way was painful.

All this time I thought he could see right through me, now I wonder what was he seeing this whole time.

I called him but he didn’t pick up the phone, so I started to write a text message when I heard the door ring bell and he was there standing at my door.

“This is the last time” he said, “I swear this is the last time”

He put his arms around me, he was warm and had that suspicious smell like he over used his quirk.

“You’re an asshole” I mumbled.

“I know”

“I’m tired of this”

“I know”

“I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you”

“You won’t have to”

I looked at his face, surprised.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s go inside, we have a lot to talk about” he walked in.

For the first time, he opened up about everything, I listened carefully; I got worried, even cried a little. I suggested again that we could run away together but he didn’t want to, he was determined to fulfil his revenge against Endeavor even if it killed him in the process.

It made me want to die. I took a deep breath.

“You can’t come here and expect me to accept that you’re willing to die just to expose your father’s shit to everyone in Japan” he opened his mouth but I didn’t let him talk, “you have to choose right now, Touya, you leave now or you stay with me. You can’t just ask a person that loves you to sit and watch you get killed, you’ll have to kill me just the same”

Dabi hugged me gently, kissed me softly.

“Never going to happen”

My heart ached. I knew he’d leave me in the morning, but all I could think about was that I wished I could go back in time and save Touya from that fire. If anybody could go back in time and save him, knowing what I know, even if it meant we wouldn’t meet or be together… that’d be okay.

“Dabi, I’m sorry I didn’t meet you before”

He looked confused.

“I think we never stood a chance, did we? Wanna come to bed?” I asked and he smiled.

“Yeah, ready for it?”

I laughed and took his hand, led him to the bedroom, took his jacket off and appreciated his burned arms for a moment. I touched his burned lip with the tip of my finger.

“I love you” he said.

“Just not enough to stay”

“I…”

I shushed him. Nothing he could say would eased the pain I was feeling that night. I hugged him, kissed him and whispered in his ear:

“I love you too. Now show me your love with actions instead of words”

#dabi #dabi x you #fanfiction #light novel style #i like the idea that dabi would be the kinda guy that makes sure you know he likes you #cliche warning #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader

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The Queen of Lies: Faith and Freedom

Story Intro | Contents [Warnings] | Mood Board | Vibey Song Lyrics | Ao3

Contents: blood, injury, illness, guy whump [all just leftover stuff from the last few chapters :) no new bad stuff]

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Word count: 3650 || Approx reading time: 15 mins

Faith and Freedom

Teaser: “Just give me a minute,” he said, grunting and coughing as he sat up. After a moment, he drew up his knees and rested his forehead there. “Feels like I’m dying.”

The world beyond the prison walls was cloaked in shadow, with thick cloud cover blocking out the stars, leaving only the yellow gas street lamps to illuminate a city that had mostly gone to sleep. Two frantic figures, a boy and a girl—a thief, a prisoner who had been set free, and his rescuer, who had spent four long year being Baden Hatchett’s wife and who no longer knew what she was—stumbled through the streets. He did not speak, nor did she; rather, they fled in silence, letting their ceaseless, hurried footfalls break the peace of the autumn midnight. It was not long, however, before the boy’s strength waned, his steps growing unsteady and his breathing more laboured.

The hand that was still clutched in the girl’s went slack.

And the thief fell.

Fear spread through her, so strong it sent numbness to her toes and fingertips, as the boy hit the ground. “No!” Dropping to her knees, shaking his shoulder as gently and urgently as she could, she breathed, “Please, please, no, no, no, wake up, wake up—”

He groaned, blinking open eyes that in the gloom appeared a much darker hue than the gold-and-green colour she knew them to be. “What?”

She almost collapsed to the cobblestone, too, but not with exhaustion; rather, it was with relief that she’d been able to rouse him. “You…you scared me.”

He glanced around, seeming to perceive that he was on the ground and woozy. With a soft groan, he took a deep breath and let his head fall back against the stone. “Fuck. Just…”

The girl swallowed. “I’m scared you’re…” She wanted to say, too weak to keep going, but how would he react to those words? If she’d ever said such a thing to Baden, he would have slapped her hard enough to leave a bruise for a week.

“Just give me a minute,” he said, grunting and coughing as he sat up. After a moment, he drew up his knees and rested his forehead there. “Feels like I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying.” He couldn’t be; she wouldn’t allow it, not after everything she’d gone through to get him out of that awful prison cell. She glanced around, wishing it weren’t so dark. It had been a blessing as they crept from the prison grounds, but now it served only to make the towering houses and unlit storefronts seem dingy and menacing. “We need to get somewhere safe. It’s only going to get colder, and you need to eat. And drink. And rest.”

“What?” he said, half-heartedly mocking. “Can’t I stay at your house?”

She clenched her jaw and refused to take the bait. It was too cold, and she was kneeling in a puddle, and the wind was picking up into a sinister sort of howl, and she was too frightened to chase down whether the teasing was good-natured or not. “I’ve got an inn room booked, but we need to make it there.”

The secret note for Alice, hidden in the returned copy of The Scarlet Letter—tucked into the last marked page and written in the tiniest hand she could form: As I am unwell and cannot make the arrangements myself, could you please visit the Whitemoor Inn and book a room for my cousin, Lucy Cooper, for one night? I’ve enclosed enough funds to cover her stay.

One night for a young woman named Lucy Cooper to fleetingly exist, and come morning, she would dissolve into the ether, gone forever—as would the girl and the boy who’d occupied her room.

“A room booked?” he repeated, holding his head now. “You—you actually got some kind of plan? Seriously?” His eyes were still hazy with pain, but he was alert, and his gaze had gone wide. “You got money?”

“Yes,” she said, “I do.” She’d had one chance, one, between Baden letting her out of her room and him taking her to the prison to beg for forgiveness—one fleeting blissful moment when no one’s eyes had been on her. She’d taken as much money as she could from the safe in his study, the one he thought she didn’t know about.

That wasn’t all, though. In her coat pocket, sewn into the lining, there hid as much jewelry as she’d dared to take from the box on her dresser—enough to pawn for extra funds, not so much that it would weigh down her clothes or jingle as she walked.

Finally, there was the second half of her entreaty to Alice: if her friend had come through for her and done as she asked, a parcel waited for “Lucy Cooper” at the inn, containing a necklace and a ring, all she could reasonably and surreptitiously fit into Alice’s book. They would fetch a good price somewhere. Of course, the girl had no way of knowing if Alice had acquiesced, but she’d picked that friend over the other for a reason. Marguerite would never have gotten involved, but Alice was sensible and kind, and she knew—she knew. So surely, surely, she’d made the arrangements.

As long as that was true, and as long as the innkeeper didn’t turn them away at the sight of her companion, they would have somewhere warm and safe to sleep for the night.

If only the thief didn’t look like he had just stumbled out of a street brawl.

“Do you think you can keep going?” Her voice slipped out high-pitched and breathy. Too many worries, too few answers to soothe them.

He fixed her with a look of pained, miserable resignation. “Gonna have to.”

She pressed a hand to his face again. Despite the chill of the night, it was still hot. “I’m scared...” She couldn’t finish her thought.

The thief groaned again as he got cautiously to his feet—not pulling away when she held his good arm to steady him—and said, “Scared? Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

For a moment, she didn’t even know what to say. Her eyes roamed from his blood-flecked shirt to his black-and-blue skin to the entirely useless arm in Mrs. Bristow’s apron-sling.

They landed on his lips, which were ever so slightly quirked upwards.

“Well, good,” she finally managed. “If—if we are set upon by an army of kittens, I’m very glad you’ll be here to defend me.”

He choked out a laugh, coughed, and took a few wary steps, letting her cling to his arm; he wobbled slightly, but he stayed upright. “Lead the way, princess.”

She was going to have to do something about the name problem.

As they moved through the winding streets, she stuck close to him, partially because she feared he would pass out again, but also because she had never wandered the city at night before, by herself or with anyone else, and the warm presence of his body—beaten and worn-out though it was—gave her a peculiar sense of security. She knew it was probably false.

Still, she clung to it anyway.

“What am I to call you?” she dared to ask after a while. Although she was, indeed, desperate for an answer, she also worried that if she remained too quiet, he’d slip back into unconsciousness. “Am I allowed to know now?”

“Don’t get all uppity about that,” he mumbled. “Can you blame me for being suspicious?”

No, she thought, but she didn’t say it. She merely pointed the way down a nearby street. Almost there. They had to be almost there. “That’s not an answer.”

It was a long while, it seemed, of something happening behind his eyes that she could not decipher, some tug-of-war between giving a real answer and not until he at last told her, “I don’t have a name.”

Another lie, of course; he had a name, but he didn’t trust her with it. What a surprise. Why should he? All she had done was give up her entire life and risk everything to break him out of prison. “Please.”

He bit his lip and again took a long time to answer. “I…I can’t.” His gaze flitted around, as if he expected someone to burst out of the dark and streak towards them. As if he feared they were being followed.

Why should her chest feel so tight? He came from a life of crime—of course he was perpetually suspicious. Surely, he had to be. It had been foolish to hope for he might give a straight answer. “Something. Anything.”

After a moment, after a third agonizingly long pause, he said, “Fox.”

“Fox?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

A phrase she’d heard the day Baden found her in his cell drifted back to mind. “Fox-thief…”

He stiffened. Yanked his hand from her grasp. “Don’t—don’t. Don’t call me that. Please.”

“All right,” she said, horrified. “I won’t.”

When silence fell again, she didn’t chase it away.

He stumbled once more, dropping to his knees but staying conscious, and when she pulled him up, her tears blurred her vision enough that it obscured the strain in his features and the violent shaking of his limbs.

Finally, when the inn loomed before them, she pointed at its dimly lit door. “This one.”

“This one,” he repeated. Voice weaker now, words slightly slurred. He was failing by the second, she realized, perhaps having depleted the frenetic, urgency-fuelled strength that had helped him run once Mrs. Bristow got them beyond the prison gate.

“Let me go in first,” she said. “I’ll settle up if I need to and come get you.” That, she supposed, was the best course of action. The innkeeper might not notice her bruises—but Fox? A superstitious person might take one glance and conclude that he had risen from the very pits of hell.

“Okay,” he said, bracing his good arm against the wall, and she turned on her heel and hurried inside.

The woman who presumably ran the inn was dozing, and no wonder; it was the middle of the night. Her eyes snapped open, however, at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“My name is Lucy Cooper,” said the girl whose name was not Lucy Cooper. “One Mrs. Wright made arrangements for my room a few days ago, I believe?” Too late, she remembered she was wearing trousers. “I—um—please excuse my appearance. I’ve been...um...I’ve been travelling.”

The woman peered down at a piece of paper in front of her, appearing merely drowsy and rather bored. “Just one night?”

Relieved that the woman either hadn’t noticed or did not care what she was wearing, the girl said firmly, “Yes. Only one.” Once Baden learned that she was missing, he would search for her, and at some point, he would speak to Alice, and Alice, not knowing what else to do, would lead him here.

He would find neither Breanna Hatchett nor Lucy Cooper in this inn.

Instead, the boy called Fox and the girl who was called—well, who was called something—would be long gone.

“You’re already settled up for the room.” The woman tapped a list of meals and their fees and turned it towards the girl. “You want to pay for food, too?”

“Yes. I would.” The answer rushed out. “Whatever you have now, if you please, and some breakfast, too, before we depart.”

The woman raised her eyebrows and glanced toward the grandfather clock behind her, which displayed an hour not typically associated with taking a meal. “Now?”

“Yes,” repeated the girl firmly.

The woman frowned. “We might have some broth still,” she said. “It won’t be hot anymore.”

“That’s all right.” She paused. One more inquiry before she paid. “Did Mrs. Wright leave a parcel for me, by any chance?”

With a sigh, the woman turned away to rummage somewhere behind her. After a few moments, she returned with a wrapped box, slightly crumpled but intact. “There you are, Miss Cooper.”

“Thank you.” The girl took it gratefully, promising silently that she would one day find a way to repay Alice for her kindness.

As the innkeeper took the money and filled out the rest of the paperwork, the girl tried to steady her breath, bracing herself against the new fears that rushed in. Never mind the fact that she was renting a room for herself and a strange, half-clothed, terribly battered man who bore only a false name and who was not her husband. Now she had to contend with bringing him inside without drawing attention. What if the woman took one look at his bloody skin and the tattoo on his arm, and threw them out?

“All finished up, Miss Cooper.” The woman handed her a key. It lay cold and heavy in her palm.

At first, she couldn’t find the man in question at all. It took a few moments to realize he had sat down on the ground, back against the wall, slumped and half-conscious.

“Fox,” she whispered, tapping his uninjured shoulder, eliciting a moan. “Wake up.”

His eyelids fluttered open. “Hmm?”

“We can go in now.” He groaned, and she tried again to rouse him. “Do you want to sleep out here in the cold?”

“Not really,” he mumbled, letting her help him to his feet. “I’m so fucking tired. Everything…everything hurts.”

“I know,” she said, her heart cracking open in her chest. “We’ve got our room. Let’s find it.”

In the narrow, lamplit corridor where she located their room, he leaned against the wall, waiting for her to finish struggling with the key in the lock. With his head resting on his good arm, as he breathed heavily from the climb up the stairs, he watched her, or seemed to, although his eyes kept drifting closed.

“Bed. Now,” she said, pointing toward it when they made it inside. His exhausted gaze swept the room, obviously counting.

“Just one. It’s for you,” he mumbled.

“Don’t be absurd.” She pulled him toward the lumpy-looking mattress with its yellowed sheets and woollen quilt. “You’re hurt and sick. Lie down.”

“You gonna sleep on…what? The floor?”

He really thought she would be able to sleep? After everything? “Never mind about me. Get yourself in that bed, now, before I throw you into it.” She resisted the urge to clap a hand to her mouth and backtrack as she realized she had practically shouted at him. “Uh—” Fox was staring at her with a wide-eyed expression she could not read. “I mean…please.”

He laughed. It was weak and riddled with coughs, but it was genuine, and relief swept over her like a warm wind, because…

Because if she’d ever ordered Baden around like that…and threatened him like that…no matter how empty the threat was…

“There should be a meal waiting downstairs,” she said. “I’ll go get it. You can rest, but you must at least drink. If you fall asleep, I’m going to wake you.”

Fox sat heavily on the bed. “You’re the boss, princess.”

By the door, she paused. Princess. The name was silly, and she got the feeling he wasn’t using it to be cruel, but her thoughts on the matter of her name had been boiling over since she gave the innkeeper her false one. The girl closed her eyes, imagining who she would have to be once the light of dawn broke. Someone courageous and clever, someone who faced her fears instead of burying them or running scared. Someone who was bold enough to grasp the life she wanted with both hands.

Hopes and memories flashed in her mind, bringing with them disembodied faces and disjointed pictures—flames, ink, books, blood, and a heavy sunrise filled with promise.

She let her eyes fly open, the answer to the question Who am I? coming to her in a sudden burst.

“You can keep calling me Bree,” she told him, and he raised his eyebrows. “I decided I like it after all. So that’s—that’s my name now. Bree. Bree Scarlett.”

Fox nodded slowly, his eyes on hers, repeating the name to himself, at first under his breath, then a touch louder, as strong as his weak and tattered voice would go. “Bree Scarlett. I…I like it, too.”

Cheeks suddenly blazing hot enough to be unintentionally—and newly—eponymous, Bree Scarlett hurried away, closing the door behind her. As she bounded down the stairs, tempted to take them two at a time like a giddy schoolgirl, she repeated her name to herself, and she found that the very taste of it on her tongue filled her soul with glee.

***

Defying her own prediction, Bree did fall asleep, the siren’s song of slumber suddenly irresistible the moment she let herself rest, and she awoke curled against the wall, which was where she settled after determining that the room’s wooden chair was even less comfortable than the floor. She startled awake with a gasp, trapped for a moment in the dizzying space between the waking and sleeping worlds, wondering where on earth she was and how she had gotten there.

She took one look around, and reality came crashing down: she had run away from her husband, set his prison on fire, and sprung a thief from jail.

Bree waited for the panic to set in, for the bone-breaking terror that, at any moment, Baden would burst through the door and tear her to shreds for her betrayal and her crimes.

It did not come.

Instead, she felt strangely calm, detached from the chaos she had wrought in her pursuit of freedom. Her eyes wandered over the room, with its wood-panelled walls, slightly uneven floors, and inarguably paltry sleeping spaces, trailing her gaze over the door and the window that by some miracle remained silent and unassailed by constables pounding and breaking through. It was a veritable marvel, how unafraid she felt.

As she looked around, her inspection paused upon the boy who called himself Fox.

He was still asleep, lying on his side, looking for all the world serene despite the blood still crusting his skin. Her throat tightened, horror creeping through the short-lived peace she’d just been enjoying as she took in the sorry sight of him again.

How many of those wicked bruises had been dealt by Baden himself?

She forced away the thought. There was little she could do right now about the guilt that stole through her and would not retreat; however, she had a new problem to contend with that she could solve. Fox had fallen asleep so quickly after she brought him water and the inn’s lukewarm broth that he hadn’t even gone under the wool quilt, and now he shivered in the chill of the night air.

Bree searched for something to keep him warm. Ah—there—her jacket, abandoned in a crumpled heap near the door.

How furious, she thought, her fatigue doubling as her husband invaded her thoughts again, Baden would be if he could see how carelessly and messily she’d flung aside her clothes. And how furious he would be if he knew how much she wished she could simply escape the thought of him for even a few minutes.

How furious he would be to see her pausing at the bedside of his foe, gently laying her own clothing over his body and tucking in the sides to keep him warm.

For a moment, it seemed as if her mission to blanket Fox’s shivering form without waking him had been a success, but as she turned away, his fingers curled around her wrist, the unexpected touch sending a jolt through every limb.

“Why?” His voice was rough, thick with sleep and whatever sickness ailed him. But the word was intelligible.

“You’re cold,” she said. “I could see you shivering.”

“No.” When she turned slowly back to him, his eyes were open. Bleary, yes, but he knew her. And he remembered what she had done for him. “Why. Are you. Doing this. Hel… Helping me?”

Good god, what was she supposed to say to that? What explanation was there?

“Because,” she said, failing to banish from her mind the image of him chained and on his knees, horrified at the sight of her for fear that it would bring him more agonizing pain, “you didn’t deserve what he did to you.”

He watched her, still shivering. “I…am. You know.”

“You are, what?”

“A criminal. A thief. In. In…IA.”

The cough that had been so quiet while he slept returned. Bree bit her lip, wondering what to say to quell his anxieties and allow him to rest. “Sleep more,” she said, deciding to ignore what he had mumbled—what he’d told her like she didn’t already know. “I’ll be here.”

“Bree.” He winced, overtaken by some phantom pain whose source she could not discern. “Bree. Don’t…”

He didn’t finish, and for a moment she thought he had fallen asleep mid-sentence. But his eyes were still on her when she looked back down. “I won’t leave.”

“No.” He closed his eyes. “Don’t fuck me over. Please.”

Even now, he feared she would betray him. Bree blinked back tears.

“You won’t, right?”

“I promise I won’t,” she whispered. Gently, she tried to pull her arm away, yet his fingers didn’t let go.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. So quiet, so indistinct, it was difficult to make out. “For saving me.”

Unable to bring herself to speak, and uncertainly unable to give the reply that came to mind, Bree swiped at her face with her free hand, her treacherous tears spilling over despite her efforts to hold them back.

She did not move until his fingers loosened and fell away—until the boy called Fox was asleep once more, perfectly still save for the rise and fall of his bruised, battered chest.

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[A/N: It's been so long since I've had the pleasure of writing Kate x Reader and am intending to wrap up on a few of the stories that I've started previously. Here is the much-requested Part Two of "Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot"]

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Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot Pt.2 | Kate Bishop x Reader

The door was cold against the small of your back, rising goosebumps across your arms, and your neck. The bite on your shoulder throbbed in tandem with the sound of your heart which was nearly deafening. You’d never heard it this loud before. Your nails curled into the palm of your hand as you tried, and failed, to still your breathing.

The girl hadn’t followed you when you took off down the street, hadn’t even attempted to. You counted it as a small blessing- being allowed to return to your apartment with little interference. The cold seeped into your skin as your shoes slapped the pavement. You weren’t going to cry, not in front of the stranger.

A werewolf. Ha.

That was utterly ridiculous. Though you had had your Twilight phase in middle school along with everyone else it was nothing but ebbed fiction. You could argue over Edward or Jacob until you were blue in the face, but you would never admit validity to any of the myths.

You’d sooner believe an escape from the zoo. Of course- it hadn’t been on any of the headlines. You spent your whole first period scrolling through the local news and nothing about an escaped wolf graced your screen.

“That would be insane.” You paced the length of your living room, toying with the sinched gold belt around your waist. “Fucking werewolves.”

Except, was it entirely crazy? The strange girl did share the striking blue gaze as the animal. She described everything you were feeling with innate accuracy before mumbling the truth bluntly. This, however, was the last thing you needed.

You had calmed down a good amount by the time MJ and America stumbled through the door, throwing their car keys into the small bowl next to yours. America’s stare darkened almost immediately with relief.

“Where did you run off to?” she asked.

“Run? I took an uber. I couldn’t run back here. I forgot a quiz due at midnight.”

“Right. Well, we got our asses kicked at beer pong. Those frat boys only have good aim where it counts.” MJ flopped down onto the sofa face first, the rest of her words muffled by the stuffing in the pillow.

You let out a forced chuckle and watched America carefully. She was watching you back, a narrow edge to her stare. It made your stomach hurt. Maybe it was the cold pasta you had eaten earlier, the way that America could read you like a book. Or it could be the girl who claimed to be a werewolf.

There was an alcohol haze to the color of her eyes. That meant you were off the hook until at least morning. You didn't know if you would make it that long, truly, without succumbing to the anxiety of it all.

You excused yourself, giving them a meek wave before MJ went back into the criticism of her own terrible trajectory. Her words were muffled by a throw pillow. You closed your bedroom door and breathed in the scent of your surroundings. Is this really what you smelt like?

It wasn’t bad but it was distinct. There was a sourness under your bed that led you to an expired banana, brown and dripping. You grimaced, wondering where that had gone before you unlatched your window and tossed it into the bushes down below with a preemptive shiver. Gross.

Also, not what you had to worry about right now, but it helped you focus up. Werewolves weren’t real. But then again, you couldn’t deny the animal chasing you, its speed, it’s tracking ability. A house pet couldn’t do that. Or at least you hoped it couldn’t. And maybe the girl in the middle of the street had something going for her, other than that soft, half-animal gaze.

You had fallen into a deep, exhaustion-fueled sleep in the same sheet that you had taken from your bed and fashioned around your waist earlier. Your own half-tonal scent mixed deliciously with the grease of bacon, and the simmering of eggs.

It was a tradition that pained you to miss out on. You went to the parties with America and MJ, you suffered through terrible frats and vapid small talk, and as an award, MJ would fix up the biggest Sunday morning breakfast. It usually came with leftovers to be devoured that night with shitty reality television playing in front of you.

You pulled on the closest sweatshirt that didn’t smell too overwhelming, a pair of jeans, and the softest shoes you could muster. Because at some point during the night, you became determined to do what you did best, research.

Going through the front door wasn’t an option.

The third-degree had burned you too much these last 48 hours, and though you were on the second floor of your apartment building, you figured that you could get down there with no problem. A drain ran horizontally along the building and worse comes to worst, you could just fall into the bushes with the musty banana. Your plan was flawless.

The cold air burned your hands as they gripped the side of the brick sill. So- maybe this was easier in your head and maybe it was a further drop than you intended. With a deep breath, you hoisted yourself up and over the side of the window, back facing the small courtyard behind you.

You took it slow, inching to the metal pipe. The second your fingertips hit the metal you relaxed a bit. Never in a million years would you see yourself doing this. You inched down the edge of the gutter, hooking your hands on the small bolts until you shimmied halfway to the ground below.

Right when the confidence rose in your chest, your left foot slipped, the rubber of your shoe not enough to grip the small hold on the brick. You felt your knees scrape the rough material; cheek pushed against the earthy brick. You clenched your eyes shut. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Just let go!” A voice called up.

In shock, you nearly released your grip, eyes flashing to anger as you looked down. The girl that had followed you from the party stood in the greying grass below. She had a shit-eating grin on her face that made your stomach do flips. That, or the fact that you were up a lot higher than you thought. You hadn’t made headway at all- too far from the window and even further from the ground.

“How are you here right now?”

“I took the bus,”

“You know what I mean!” You grunted, arms burning. “How did you find me?”

She rolled her eyes “Just drop, I promise nothing will happen to you.”

You gritted your teeth. The wind was starting to sting against your skin. What happened to being so confident that you could drop if you need to? You must have left that sentiment up there in the room. Though, you didn’t want to trust a stranger who had maybe bitten you.

“What? You’re going to catch me?”

“No, you’re going to catch yourself.” You turned and glared at her again. She was awful at talking you down. Her jacket was a cobalt blue, calming against the drab scenery around you both. Her hands were in her pockets, perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised.  “You can’t stay up there forever. But I can’t say I don’t enjoy the view.”

You wrapped your left hand tighter around the gutter, using the right to flip her off. You went to readjust yourself instead, but your other foot took a nosedive from the movement, and you were suddenly falling.

The breath was knocked from your lungs as you hit the ground, your legs finding solace in the hedges while the rest of you sprawled on your back on the open grass. You groaned out the rest of the air in your lungs, the sun blocked by the silhouette of the girl.

“Yeah, I really thought your natural instincts were going to jump in.”

“You’re the worst.”

She reached down a hand to help you up, but you batted it away before hoisting yourself easily to a standing position, crawling from the bushes in something that couldn't look at all flattering. Your lower back throbbed in protest, heart beating fast a few times before everything faded and the screaming in your muscles stopped.

You let out a huff and straightened yourself before stomping away from her. The library wasn’t a far walk, and you refused to be cornered on the bus with her. There were worse fates, but that one was high up there. Pretty or not, she was clearly missing a few screws. Werewolves. Ha.

“Listen, we need to talk,” She trotted along, matching your pace. “I know you don’t necessarily want to hear what I have to say. I’m sure you’re really confused or whatever, but Clint will literally murder me if I don’t bring you back to the compound.”

Stopping short of the curb you turned and glared at her. “The what? Actually, you know what, I don’t care! I’m not going anywhere with you, much less something called the compound. You’re crazy if you think I would listen to anything you say at all after you… you bit me.”

“So, you believe me, then?”

“No!”

You shook your head clear of the smirk on her lips and continued your walk along the fallen palette of yellows, oranges, and reds. She followed close behind, but you refused to indulge in it. Just keep your eyes steady, she’ll leave eventually.

“You have to listen to me,”

No, no you didn't. You wished you had grabbed your headphones so you could at least attempt to drown her out. But then she was in front of you, her hands on both of your shoulders with an iron grip and a newfound look of seriousness.

“If you don’t, you’ll end up hurting someone you love.” She gritted, “I know you think that you can handle whatever life throws at you, really, it’s admirable, but not this. Trust me. Things are overwhelming right now, and confusing but I know you feel that anger. I know you’re swallowing it down.”

It was more like an incessant buzzing at the back of your mind, not there, not prevalent in the slightest until it was called into attention. But she was right, it was red-hot and rushed through your veins like a poison spreading from the very oozing bite on your shoulder. Your eyes softened, mouth dry and sour.

There was a softness to her gaze that seemed to thaw whatever was in the pit of your stomach. You found yourself wanting to collapse into her, wanting to let all that raw emotion out. It was fear, and pain, and your body wanted to give out.

“I wanted to find you to say that I’m sorry.” Her voice was low, quiet, gravelly. “But more than anything I want you to be okay, a stranger who I don’t know.”

You sniffed, your resolve cracking in tiny hairline fractures “Y/n.”

“Y/n, I’m Kate. And I’m going to get you help, okay? No libraries for research, or random freakouts that land you in a holding cell in Westchester because you broke into a restaurant and ate all of the raw meat in the freezer.”

“That’s a little too specific.”

You weren’t resounding to the fact that you were a werewolf just yet. Part of you believed that it wouldn't sink in all the way until you had four paws and a tail. But the answer settled around your mind like a heavy fog. Something that you had known all along- and here was the girl who had done it to you, someone you should hate, but rationally couldn’t.

Despite your better judgment, you did end up getting on the city bus with Kate. A mix of ice and rain had begun to fall while you waited silently in the small alcove for situations like these. There was a man asleep against an ad for a sandwich shop, curled into himself even as the overhead fluorescent flickered on. It left you with Kate and the mute driver who barely flashed acknowledged two college students.

You crossed your arms over your chest and watched as the stone maze of buildings on campus became scattered. The bus made three stops in town, the man exiting on the second. Soon it had pulled away from civilization entirely. The rain was coming down harder now, blurring the hills and the trees, as the homes became scattered into nothing.

Kate’s heat beside you was overwhelming. It radiated from her skin as she kept her palms flat against the bar in front of you both, obstructing the view. She had an unearthly beauty to her that made your mouth dry, incredibly so.

Here was a girl that confessed to digging her canine teeth deep into your shoulder, grounding your bones to dust and your blood to jelly. Yet, you felt no fear around her. If anything, it was a comfort that writhed hungrily under your ribcage, like a heart.

“So… Westchester?” You filled the silence.

Kate’s rocky eyes lit up. This was you trying your best to make light of the situation with small talk. It wasn’t an olive branch but a small spout of green that needed to be tended to. She chuckled and you liked the sound. “Yeah, an Olive Garden of all places. I guess I was craving Italian.”

“That is hardly Italian. There is a place in Brooklyn that has the best red sauce.”

You bite your tongue before you could say more. You’d have to take her there someday. That wasn’t appropriate to say. She just watched you fall to your near death and did nothing but smirk up at you charmingly.

Kate seemed to understand your reservations. She didn’t push, just smiled wider as the bus finally slowed to a stop. The brake released in a long whine of discontent at the wetness of the day. You didn’t recognize the world around you, the green and the scent of freshly mowed grass drenched with rain. The dense forest surrounding the small sign that was carved out for a station, a bench long overgrown with ivy.

Yeah, you were definitely about to be murdered. It didn't look like anyone lived within miles of this place. Kate disembarked and you followed, rather taking your chances with the girl than the bus driver who smelled sharply of Juicy fruit and cigarette smoke.

“Just through here,” Kate said, again, sensing your discomfort. She pulled back a large oak branch and something that resembled a gravel pathway came into view. It was worn over time by travel. The sun streamed through the gaps in the trees, catching the blanket of fallen leaves. Rain sprinkled as you walked, your hands cold.

“I have to warn you about a few things.”

You swallowed hard, dragging out the word. “Okay”

She slowed her pace, edging in the same direction as the muddy rocks and underbrush. “Everyone you’re about to meet is very… How do I explain this? They tend to be a lot sometimes. They’re good people just guarded. And mad. At me.”

“How many people are we meeting exactly?”

You weren’t the greatest in any social situation. This was one of your worst nightmares- a place in the dead center of the woods in Albany County, no less, that housed irritable strangers. You had barely begun to trust (also not the word) Kate. But yet, you wanted to cling to her like a safety blanket.

Before she answered, the house came into view. It was large and stuck out against the oak trees that surrounded the property, shading it from the rest of the world. Floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the environment, and large white paneling bordered the glass. It was far from inconspicuous, a flex of wealth that you had only seen in the city. Never this far away from civilization.

“Holy shit,” You breathed out “This is a secret government lab. You’ve taken me to a secret government lab to get experimented on and I’m going to hit myself over the head with a rock immediately.”  

“It’s not as scary as it looks, promise. You can trust me.”

“I barely know you.”

“touché”

She shrugged her shoulders at the remark and trudged on toward the house. You watched her for a few moments before jogging to catch up. Retreating to the comfort of the university had long since passed. Most likely, you wouldn’t be able to figure out which way was up out here, despite the scents from the forest filling your lungs and prickling against your skin.

Kate was the only option.

#kate bishop #Kate Bishop x reader #Kate Bishop x you #Kate Bishop x y/n #werewolf au #request #hawkeye #Hawkeye au

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Screamfest

Screamfest 2023:

in the name of redemption by palomab1anca - E, one-shot - “I’m saving lives! That was a person. An innocent person and we can save them. This is what the Phoenix Serum is for!" “You are playing god!” “If it’s between that and being a monster, then so be it.” - Years after the war, Draco turned to healing as a way to redeem his family's name. An experiment gone wrong could jeopardize it all.

Forgive Me, Father by Wanderingxfae - not rated, WIP - For Screamfest, we have a porn with plot. Prompt was abandoned church, we went with a corruption kink. PLEASE NOTE: this involves essentially, blasphemy. you read this after reading the tags. thanks.

The Fall of The House of Malfoy by Edna_whatoopshelp - E, 3 chapters - no summary

To Purge and Protect by RandomVirgoWrites - E, 6 chapters - 7th Year AU where Hermione goes back to Hogwarts instead of hunting for Horcruxes with Harry and Ron. As Voldemort now controls the Ministry, he allows muggle-born students to return to Hogwarts if they were previously enrolled. Why? For sport. The Purge is enacted on All Hallows' Eve, permitting all manner of crime from midnight till sunrise (with a special focus on Mudbloods). Will Hermione survive the night?

Dead is Better by vannminner - E, 7 chapters - Draco told himself to stand. To reach for her. To say something, anything. Instead he watched her disappear into the room with the large bay window.

day 666 by riddikulus_puff - M, one-shot - On what had been declared as Day 567, Draco Malfoy had abandoned St Mungo’s hospital, leaving behind the numerous amounts of infected and Death Eaters, who were storming the building, and Nurse Hermione Granger, who had made him aware that they were soulmates. He had the mark on his back to prove the connection between the two of them. She had been abandoned. He disappeared from sight. Nowhere to be found. And Hermione was pushing her luck to try and find him for one final goodbye

Hogwarts Psycho by hermionejean99 - T, one-shot - There was an idea of Hermione Granger, a kind of bemusing intellection. But there was no Hermione Granger. Only a being, something sinister. Though you could pass her in the library and feel her hair brush over your arm, and maybe think she was like you, just another student working to get good grades, you’d be wrong. Something was entirely off about Hermione Granger.

The Hunt by caruciatus - not rated, one-shot - Hermione races through the forest, pursued by something far more sinister than Death Eaters.

As Above, So Below by megiswritingsomething - E, 5 chapters - “If you wanted to play hide and seek, little witch, all you had to do was ask...” If he was the devil, then his voice was the apple, beckoning her to take a bite. He was so close; the subtle smell of firewhiskey and parchment curled around her nostrils like a vise. “No…” his breath left gooseflesh in its wake, “I think the Golden Girl has outgrown childish games, haven’t you?”.

Bond by spicyxpisces - E, one-shot - When her best friend convinces Hermione that a simple ritual will help her heats, she agrees eagerly. Because Draco Malfoy would never trick her.

Cinnamon by tamsynsw - E, one-shot - Hermione realises just how much she likes blood.

Chainsaws and Curses by ereneefics - E, one-shot - Questionable donations and brown-nosing don't go unnoticed. You can escape Azkaban, but actions have consequences and they will catch up to you.

The Sanguine Cure by sin_and_tonic - T, one-shot - Sanguine adjective 1.optimistic or positive, especially in an apparently bad or difficult situation. 2.blood-red. Astoria Malfoy has been prescribed the country air and plenty of rest to recover from her blood curse, so like any dutiful wife she doesn't complain and she finds herself swept away to Malfoy Manor. Under the care of her husband Draco and Healer Granger she is sure to recover quickly isn't she? However the manor isn't what it seems. Inside the green room Astoria starts to unravel the mysteries of the pattern in the wall-paper and the women that live inside it. Inspired by The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

The Silver Serpent by DarkCloud190 - E, 3 chapters - *If you were uncomfortable watching a movie like Sinister – this fic is probably not for you. Some of the deaths depicted in those films ring true through this story – so just keep that in mind. This is meant to be a horror fic with a bit of humor, smut and characterization thrown in *READ ALL TAGS before proceeding! “The Weasel was always weak and spineless. Wherever he is he won’t be alone, I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries to hide behind his mother’s skirts,” Draco snorted. A deep voice reverberated out of the floo. This is not a test, this is your warning. Announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the Ministry of Magic. Ministry officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime (including unforgivables) will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Auror, and Healer services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m. When the purge concludes. May Merlin be with you all. A loud ear curdling siren blared out of the floo indicating the start of the first annual purge. “Showtime,” Theo chuckled, tossing his wand in the air before snatching it again.

#screamfest #fests/exchanges/challenges #dramione

[thebadgerclan]

Unknown

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Requested by Purple Heart Anon

Summary: Your daughter is sick, and the cause is unknown...

As soon as the missive had arrived, Aleksander was running.  Running to his horse, running home to you, to your daughter, Stella.  Stella is ill, it had read.  They don’t know what’s wrong.  Please come home.  No signature was needed, your husband recognized your hand, shaky as the words were.  He was in Ryevost, easily two day’s travel from the Little Palace, but he rode hard, not stopping once.  Thunder was exhausted, he could tell, but still, he rode on.

It was well past midnight when he arrived, yet a groom was waiting at the gates.  “Moi soverennyi,” she greeted.  “My wife,” Aleksander said.  “Where is my wife?”  “Your chambers, I believe.”  He didn’t hesitate taking off in a sprint into the Palace.  Guards and Grisha alike sprung out of his way as he passed, not bothering to ask what was the matter; they already knew.  As soon as Aleksander rounded the corner, he heard you, and his heart shattered.

“Where is my husband?” you cried, anguish in your voice.  “I want my husband!”  “We sent the missive, moya sovernnyi, that is all we can do now.”  “I want my husband, I want my little girl to be alright!  How do you not know what is wrong with her?”  You were shouting now, presumably at a Healer.  “You’re a Healer, for Saints’ sake, isn’t this what you do?”  Aleksander continued his sprint, only stopping when he was in the doorway.  You were hysterical: your hair frizzy, your eyes bloodshot and red, your shoulders heaving with exertion.

“Aleksander!” you cried, running to him.  “Y/N,” he said, staggering as you threw yourself into his arms.  “I came as soon as I heard, I–”  Your wail of torment stopped him, and your husband tightened his hold on you.  “Shh, shh, I’ve got you, my love.  I’m here now, I’m right here.”  Aleksander turned his face to the Healer, whose hands were folded behind his back.  “Report,” he said, voice clipped, so unlike how he’d spoken to you.

“Moi soverennyi, approximately 15 hours ago, Stella complained of a stomach ache.  20 minutes later, she began vomiting, unable to keep anything down.  Shortly thereafter, she became weak, fatigued, incoherent, and dizzy.  Initial examinations yielded no results, so we elected to observe her.  However, Stella fell unconscious at 2 bells this afternoon, and has not awakened.  We have tried, but we cannot find what is causing this illness.”

Aleksander felt like he could be ill himself.  Grisha don’t get sick, he thought.  So what the hell was happening to his daughter?  “Can I see her?”  The Healer nodded, and Aleksander, keeping his arms around you, entered his daughter’s bedchamber.  The room was lit by a few candles, and Stella lay in her bed, covers tucked to her chin.  She was ghostly pale, still as a stone, and your husband released you to kneel at her side.  “Oh, my darling,” he whispered, brushing a strand of her hair from her face.  “Please be alright, my love.”  His heart was already in pieces from your anguish, but seeing his little girl so ill made it break all over again.

He stood, turning to face you.  Your cries had gone silent, but the second Stella’s door was closed behind you, you snapped.  “Why is my baby sick?” you shrieked.  “Fix her!  Find out what’s wrong and make her better!”  You began hyperventilating, and Aleksander took you in his arms, holding you tight around the chest.  “Breathe, my love, you must breathe,” he soothed, but you were far too aggravated to listen.

“Let go of me!  I want my baby!  Sasha, they’re not helping our baby!”  “Y/N, I know, but you must breathe, you have to calm down.”  You thrashed in his arms, screaming incoherently.  “Do you have a calming draught?” your husband asked the Healer, who nodded.  “No, no, no!  Aleksander, do not, don’t you dare!  I need to be here, I need to–Stella!”  Reason had left you, making way for hysterics, and Aleksander knew he needed to intervene.  For your own good, your own health, needed to be calmed down.

The Healer uncorked a vial, which he handed to Aleksander.  It was a struggle, but he managed to tip the liquid down your throat.  It took effect instantly, your struggling reducing to soft sobs and whimpers.  “Aleksander,” you cried.  “Aleksander, Sasha, please.”  What you were asking for, you didn’t know, but your husband nodded.  “I know, my love.  You’ve been so brave, but I’m here now.  You need to rest.”  “No,” you replied, your words slurring as the draught took full effect.  “Don’t wanna.  I need to be here.  With Stella.”  “You have been.  Let me take over, so when our little girl wakes up, she’ll have her Mama at her side.”

Aleksander swept you into a bridal carry, lying you on your bed.  “I am going to speak with the Healer, but I promise, I will be here when you wake up.”  You nodded, a tear sliding down your cheek.  “Promise?”  “I promise.”  He stayed at your side until you were asleep before returning to the sitting room, where the Healer still stood.  “I need you to be honest with me,” your husband said.  “Will Stella live?”  The Healer pursed his lips.  “I truly cannot say.  This is unlike anything I’ve seen.  Medically, she is fine, but something else is amiss.”

Aleksander opened the door to Stella’s room, once more kneeling at her side.  He took your daughter’s hand in his, kissing it softly.  He knelt there for a few minutes before something struck him.  Whenever Aleksander touched Stella, he felt her power brushing against his, called by his amplification.  But now, there was nothing.  Aleksander staggered to his feet, stumbling to the door.  “Send for my mother,” he said, and the Healer nodded, running from the room.

Baghra was nowhere near pleased to be pulled from her bed at 4 bells in the morning, but when she found it concerned her granddaughter, her disdain faded. “I can’t feel her power,” Aleksander informed her.  “When I touch her, normally I can feel it.  But there’s nothing there.”  His mother nodded, crouching at the little girl’s bedside.  She took her hand in hers, closing her eyes in concentration.

“Oh, it’s there, alright,” she informed.  “Weak, very, very weak, but there.”  “Is that what’s causing this?” the Healer asked.  “It’s a block.  When was the last time she Summoned?”  Aleksander thought, trying to recall the last time Stella had called the wind to her command.  “Saints, I don’t know.”  Bagrha nodded, tsking as she did.  “That’s it, then.  A block this severe is rare, but she’ll be just fine, provided we take care of this now.”  “What do we do?” Aleksander asked, kneeling at his mother’s side.  

“Normally, I’d work with her to break the block herself, but seeing as she’s unconscious, we’ll have to do it for her.  And to do that.. Well let’s just say it won’t be pleasant.”  Aleksander frowned.  “What do you mean by that, Mother?”  “We have to pull the power out of her, and it won’t want to come willingly.  Stella might be in a fair amount of pain.”  “Is there another way?” your husband asked, wanting to spare your daughter any discomfort.  “Do you wish to lose your child, boy?  No, this is the only way, and I have to be the one to do it.”

“Why?”  Baghra huffed.  “You couldn’t feel her power, and I felt a scrap of it.  That, and I’ve done this before.”  “Did the children live?”  “Of course they lived!  Cried to their mothers for a few days, but they lived.”  Aleksander breathed deeply, thankful he’d sedated you, thankful you wouldn’t have to witness whatever was about to happen.  “Very well,” he said, and his mother nodded, taking Stella’s hands in hers.  “I suggest you stand back.”  “Not a chance.”

The woman felt for her granddaughter’s power, and when she found it, she pulled on it, hard.  The block was deep, and sweat soon broke out on her brow.  For several, unbearably long minutes, nothing happened, then, a breeze began to flutter around the room, despite the windows being firmly shut.  “Mother, is it-”  “Hush,” Baghra snapped.  The breeze grew into a wind, the wind into a gale, and the gale into a hurricane.  Wind whipped around the room, sending furniture flying, Stella’s toys blown into a corner.  The very walls shook, the window panes rattling.

Just when Aleksander thought the Little Palace might collapse, the storm ceased, and his mother slumped back.  Everything was still for a moment, and then Stella stirred.  “Papa?” she croaked, and Aleksander released a sob.  “Oh, my little love!”  He stood and ran to her, having been blown across the room during the storm.  “You’re awake!”  He clutched Stella to him, holding her tightly to his chest.  “I’m tired, Papa.”  “I know, sweet one, I know.”

“What in the name of the Saint’s is– STELLA!”  You were standing in the doorway, wearing an expression of utter elation.  “Mama!”  You flew to your daughter, snatching her from your husband’s arms, holding her greedily to you.  “Oh, thank the Saints!  My love, you’re alright!”  Baghra was easing herself to her feet, a small, almost invisible smile on her face.  “Lucky she’s not an Inferni,” she said before leaving.  “Mama, what’s happening?  Why is everyone so upset?”

You let out a sob, but this was a happy sob, one of relief.  “We’re not upset, malyshka.  We’re happy.  Happy you’re alright.”  Stella hadn’t a clue what you were talking about, but her mother was happy, so that was alright.  “Mama, I’m tired.  Can I go to sleep?”  “Of course you can, little one.  But…is it alright if Mama sleeps in your room tonight?”  Stella cocked her head, but nodded.  “Yeah,” she said softly, and Aleksander kissed your temple.  “I guess we're having a sleepover.”

Stella soon drifted off to sleep, holding her stuffed firebird to her chest, but you remained awake, lying on a blanket on the floor, your husband’s arms around you.  “What was it?” you asked.  “What had her so sick?”  “A block,” he replied.  “It was a power block.  Mother was able to break it, thank the Saints.  If she hadn’t…”  Aleksander didn’t need to finish that sentence, and you didn’t want to hear it. 

 “Our little girl is fine, Y/N,” he said, smoothing your hair and kissing you sweetly.  “Stella is just fine.”  You nodded, looking over your husband’s shoulder to look at her: sleeping soundly, her shoulders rising and falling with her breaths.  “She’s fine,” you repeated, mostly to convince yourself.  The day had struck such fear into your heart that when you managed to fall asleep, you didn’t dream.  When you woke, it was to Stella, poking your cheek, sweetly asking if she could have waffles.

#aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone reader insert #the darkling x reader

[capricorn-writer-kawaii]

Our Hero Academy

Chapter 9 - Loving you

Prev. Chapter

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x female OC

Genre: Shota Aizawa X female OC fluff, angst, high school romance, friends to lovers

Words: 3.8k

Summary: 15 years ago, Eraser Head was starting his hero studies with his best friends Hizashi and Oboro. Contrary to what people think, his teenage years in the U.A. were bright and lovely, filled with the laughter of his best friends and his girlfriend's unconditional love. What happened over the years? What changed him into a gloomy sensei?

Extra note: You can totally picture Y/N in the OC female name, it's just that it'd be cute to read Aizawa calling her pet names. 🤍

Please give a lot of love to @merrymonkey and her art!

Chapter 9 - Loving you

Due to how demanding their internships during the first year were, it was really hard to get some free time. However, Oboro convinced his friends to have lunch together on a Saturday.

The young trainees were laughing hearing Hizashi telling a story about how he and Midnight screwed things up during a mission when three pro heroes entered the place and people started to murmur and look at them with admiration. Although they were young, their talent, charm, and appearance had made them quite popular. The heroes were about to sit when they recognized Kaori's pink hair and didn't hesitate to say hello. 

“You've gotta be kidding me! Look who's here!"

Hizashi, Oboro, and Aizawa observed as Kaori's cheeks automatically blushed. And who could have blamed her? There was no one who didn't have a crush on those three heroes, even Hizashi and Oboro who were almost drooling looking at them.

It was the very first time the guys had seen Kaori acting like that in front of a boy. No matter how attractive the people who had asked her out at the academy were, she rejected them without thinking. But in that moment, she could barely make eye contact with them.

“Senpais, what a pleasure” She greeted politely.

“Nice to see your beautiful cotton candy hair again so soon!” Another of them said touching the girl's head, which instinctively caused Aizawa's body to tense up.

“What the hell's going on here? Why do you know them?” Hizashi asked, being as reckless and indiscreet as ever.

“A few nights ago I had to cover for someone at the agency, I got lost and ended up in the area where they patrol.”

“And why don't you know them if you guys work at the same agency, Shota?” The blonde asked, looking at Aizawa, who simply responded that he was attending another emergency.

“Kaori's wonderful! Despite being so young, she took care of everything herself. If the boss had seen you in action, he'd have asked you to work with us.” Said the third hero. “I mean, Endeavor has a very good eye for choosing his sidekicks.”

Kaori looked so embarrassed but flattered at the same time, that Oboro couldn't help but laugh as he hugged her.

“Kari, aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Oh, yes! I'm sorry! These are Eraser Head, Present Mic, and Loud Cloud.” Hizashi and Oboro stood up and bowed their heads while Aizawa barely lowered his.

“Do you mind if we sit with you? This place's crowded. We'll be colleagues, it's always good to know who you'll be working with.”

While Oboro and Hizashi received them kindly and were even excited to be able to share a table with heroes as important as them, Shota seemed surly, stony, and highly disinterested in the conversation. He was internally grateful to be out of soda, as that would give him a perfect excuse to get up and walk away from the table at least for a few minutes.

“Shota, wait for me! I also need to refill it!

As Kaori stood up, her sweater fell and the hero who had touched her hand kindly took it, cleaned it, and put it on the girl's shoulder.

Hizashi and Oboro laughed at her face; however, that action had been the worst trigger for Aizawa, who walked faster. Once in front of the drinks, the girl kept smiling.

“The food's delicious, don't you think, Shota? We'd have listened to Hizashi when he recommended this place to us the first time.”

“It's lousy. The meat isn't well seasoned and the vegetables are raw. It'd have been better to eat at home.”

“Come on, don't be that harsh."

“You didn't tell me you had worked with anyone else that night.”

“I forgot, when I returned to the agency they assigned us more jobs. But don't you think it's great that we can share the table with them? The U.A. professors always say that it's important to create a good network among colleagues and they are very good!”

“Kari, let's get out of here.” He said turning around and looking into her eyes. “Let's go home, or go to the beach, you always like to go there.”

"Seriously? But you were the one who was hungrier.”

“Well, my appetite went away.”

“But it'd be very rude to just leave. Hizashi and Oboro are talking and the pro heroes just sat with us."

“Fine” He replied sighing.

Back at the table, the conversation continued as pleasant as it had been from the beginning. The three young men were very interested in the students' abilities. They tried to talk to Aizawa on several occasions but received such brief answers that it seemed impossible to talk to him. Everyone perceived the negative vibe in Shota and his gaze left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not even Oboro and Hizashi, who had known him all their lives, had seen him as pain as that night.

Aizawa felt like he was going to throw up at any moment. Seeing how the guys flirted with Kaori made him think that even that horrible food was poisoning him. It was even worse when there was any touching involved, he was even tempted to use his weapon when one of the guys touched again Kaori's hair.

“Kaori, you were so helpful that night that we should thank you properly. We receive many courtesies from different places, we could take advantage of a few and invite you to eat.” The hero offered with a smile that caused even Oboro and Hizashi to sigh gawking at the boy, he was ridiculously handsome. He had blonde hair, honey eyes, and a very shapely body, even with the exercise clothes he wore people could see his muscles. “We could go to eat, visit a zoo, or even go to the movies. Whatever you want."

Nausea reached its peak, his annoyance made him clench his teeth and without realizing he had also clenched his fists. Aizawa felt how his hair began to rise as it happened every time he used his power, and felt the burning in his eyes indicating that he was nowhere near erasing the powers of everyone who was in that restaurant.

"You're leaving now?" Oboro asked when he saw that his friend stood up, his facial expressions could not be more evident, they had never seen his jaw that tense.

"It's late." He responded with a terrifying tone of voice, so raspy that they could hardly understand him.

And just like that, the young hero left the restaurant without saying goodbye.

The next few days Aizawa was too quiet in class, too quiet even coming from him. During breaks he limited himself to eating and during training with Kaori he also remained silent. By Thursday, the boys got tired of his attitude. If they were lucky to get an answer from Shota, it was barely monosyllables, sarcastic comments, or guttural sounds.

“Ok, that's enough, I refuse to continue living with your emo personality,” Hizashi said hitting him on the back of the head while his friend looked for his shirt. He had just taken a shower after training.

As a reaction, Aiwaza threatened him with his gaze, erasing his power right there.

“Come on, give it back. We made a promise, not to use our quirks against us.” Oboro said creating a small cloud above Aizawa's head. “Either you return Hizashi's voice, or you'll be hit by a downpour.” Aizawa stopped looking at Hizashi and fixed his red eyes on Oboro. "You bitch!" He exclaimed seeing his quirk had been also erased. 

In a worse mood than before, Aizawa finished putting on his shirt and left the locker room. His hair was still soaked and his shirt wasn't even closed properly. Because he was so upset, he didn't notice that many of the girls were gawking just by seeing him pass by.

The quiet boy entered to the gym where his class would train with another one from the second year. Aizawa leaned against a wall while he waited for the professor to come and tell them what to do. Only a few minutes had passed when he sensed a presence.

“Midnight, what do you want?” He asked with his arms crossed and without seeing her in the face.

“I'm older than you, you should respect me.” Next thing Aizawa felt was Nemuri's whip hitting his head. "Where are the others? Why do you come with wet hair? Did you realize that you didn't close your shirt properly?” For Midnight there was nothing funnier than teasing Aizawa. She had met him during training and from the first day she would not leave him alone. "What's going on?"

“There are too many questions and none of them matter to you.”

“Hey! You are usually bitter, but not rude.”

“I'm sorry…”

“Apologize to me after I comb your hair. Look, if you move back those locks, people can see your forehead.”

While Aizawa was trying to avoid her so she wouldn't touch his hair, Kaori came in with Oboro and Hizashi. Seeing the image of Aizawa and Midnight, the girl even stopped walking.

“That fucker! He fights with us and acts like a stupid domesticated cat with Midnight!"

Meanwhile, Midnight followed Aizawa's gaze and noticed the three young heroes. Then, getting closer to his ear, she whispered:

“Have you already asked her out?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?"

Midnight laughed softly at seeing him embarrassed. “You obviously like Kaori, and I think she likes you too. You should ask her out!”

“You don't know what you're saying. We're just friends.”

“Are you that stupid? Aren't you like the genius of your generation?”

“Have you never heard what people say about…?”

“About the relationships between heroes? Bullshit! Do you want to live alone even when you could share everything with someone important to you, Eraser?" Seeing that the hero was not arguing and that he was listening to her, she continued. “I know you're an introvert, but you can do it! You trust her, you spend a lot of time with her, and you're not ugly.”

“That was supposed to be a compliment?”

“Take it as you want, but if you don't move, someone else will.”

Seeing Nemuri and Shota talking so close, Kaori decided to continue walking. She preferred to train alone than to continue seeing them together.

Later that day, Hizashi, Kaori, and Oboro were on the rooftop having lunch, or at least trying, since the girl hadn't taken a bite.

"Shota's not coming again?"

“I don't know. Now we hate him." Hizashi replied crossing his arms in front of his chest. “He dared to erase my quirk! And he left Oboro without his clouds.”

“Were you bullying him?”

"No!" They both said at the same time.

“We just asked him what was wrong!"

"You called him emo, Hizashi."

"And you told him he was a bitch."

The boys couldn't continue talking because they heard some footsteps and when they turned around, they saw Aizawa approaching.

“Shota!” The girl exclaimed as her face lit up with a beautiful smile.

“Oh! You deigned to come. We thought you would eat with Midnight.” Hizashi's claim made Shota grin, the blond sounded even worse than a jealous girlfriend. What he didn't notice was Kaori's face, whose smile almost disappeared at the mention of Nemuri.

“I won't use my erasure on you again, I promise.”

That statement was just the apoligy the boys were expecting, for they did not ask anything else, just continued eating. Actually, Hizashi and Oboro ate as if their lives depended on it and then left with some stupid excuse that neither Kaori nor Aizawa understood. It was not clear why they had to go looking for a book that Oboro had lost in the pools. Oboro didn't even read well!

“I swear, if those two idiots don't act soon, I'll send them an anonymous letter,” Hizashi said to Oboro before disappearing with his friend.

“I'm glad you finally decided to show up. I have something for you.” Aizawa raised his eyebrows at the same time that the girl searched through her things. “You left very early on Saturday, but the boys and I stopped by a small fair and I saw something you might like.”

Intrigued by what was inside the bag, the boy opened it and smiled so tenderly that even his tired eyes expressed how much he liked it. It was a cat keychain.

"Thanks, Kari, I love it." Aizawa said, with a smile that made him look even more handsome. “Do you have his partner? Looks, his paw is extended."

"Oh, I did not know he had a partner!" She said, forcing a smile, because she did know. "But it's okay! As long as you have this one, it's enough.”

Finally, when classes were over, Aizawa was closing his backpack when Oboro and Hizashi looked at the keychain.

“Kari finally gave it to you! She's wanted to do it since she won it.” Hizashi commented.

“Did she win it?”

“After making us wait almost an hour while she tried to hit the target by throwing darts, yes, she did it. She was very excited because she wanted to give it to you, we told her to stop spending money, but she didn't listen to us, you know how stubborn she is." Oboro explained. “To tell the truth, it was kind of sad. That cat had a partner, but Kari didn't have any more money and we had already spent everything."

Aizawa felt like a perfect idiot when he remembered how he had behaved those days. "See you." The boy said taking his backpack and running out of class. It was not common to see him rushed or urgent about anything.

Meanwhile, Kaori was walking towards the exit when Aizawa spotted her. He didn't mind pushing a couple of students to get to her side quickly.

"Come on, Kari, we have to go."

Aizawa took her hand and practically dragged her with him.

“Shota…”

“Don't even try because you're not going to convince me.” Aizawa was already paying for the game for the fifth time, he was determined to win the other keychain.

After another couple of tries, Aizawa finally got it and turning around with a grin from ear to ear, he showed her the object.

“Shota, you did it!” He exclaimed jumping and clapping.

“And we still have some time before work. Is there something you want to do? Forget it, I know what you want.”

Soon they had reached the beach. They walked for a while while talking about everything that had happened the last few days. It seemed Aizawa had finally gotten over his bad mood. After a while, they sat on the sand and Kaori made her friend laugh by playing with the waves. She could slow them down or she could make them extend a little further until they almost reached where they were sitting.

Aizawa had been distracted from Kaori's game, as he was hypnotized by watching her laugh. In fact, for him, just looking at her smile like that was enough reason to feel at peace, happy, and even grateful. His heart was so full for Kaori, so occupied by her, that Aizawa couldn't even call it his own.

Back on that night, Kaori interpreted Aizawa's silence as the end of their conversation, so she stood up.

“I think it's time to go to sleep.”

“Kaori” he also called, standing up and preventing her from leaving, he took her hand. “I didn't tell you anything about Midnight because it's not true, I don't like her. Oboro and Hizashi were just talking nonsense because they also know that I’m not interested in her.”

“Then why do they say that?”

“Because they are idiots, and according to them, they are helping me.” He said with blushing cheeks. “But I'm tired of this, I'm tired of denying it and trying to hide the truth. I have no interest in Midnight or anyone.”

The confidence with which Shota spoke and the seriousness in his words left Kaori without any doubt. However, far from dismissing the discomfort she felt in her chest since the topic arose, it got worse. If at any time she could have imagined that he felt something more than friendship towards her, there was no longer room for that. Even though he liked to fool herself into thinking that her feelings for Shota were reciprocated, deep down Kaori kept telling herself that it wasn't possible. However, hearing him say something like that broke the young girl's heart.

“I get it.” She answered barely audible to Aizawa, and that is that if she spoke even a little louder, she would cut off her voice.

“Kari…” he called, bringing his hand to the girl's beautiful face, and that was how he discovered that she was biting her lip to try to make her stop shaking.

It was enough for Aizawa to feel how his world turned upside down again just by having her this close to decide to take the next step. He had highly doubted it for fear of ruining things between them, but he had to take the risk.

“It's been a long time since I lost my mind over someone. That person looked at me and smiled like no one had done before. She didn't even know me and offered me the kindest smile ever, but I wasn't able to do anything more than look at her. How could I react if a girl that gorgeous smiled at me?” He said, perfectly remembering his first day at U.A., that moment when he saw Kaori for the first time he could never forget. “Despite my personality, she has been with me and she has believed in me. To be fair, she has more confidence in me than I do myself. You can imagine the panic I felt when I thought I was going to lose this person.” With every word Aizawa said to Kaori his heart beat faster.

“How could I be interested in someone else when you exist?” He asked, brushing his thumbs over the girl's cheeks and then, delicately, over her lips. “Maybe it was your laugh, or your green eyes, or your smile. It could have been your pink hair, or your sweet voice. Maybe it was the way you fell asleep on my shoulder or every aspect of your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.”

Sure of what he felt, Aizawa took the last missing step and dared to kiss her. He could try Kaori's lips again, but this time as he had dreamed of doing since day one. It was no longer an accidental kiss, but a totally intentional one. Aizawa's hands, despite always being covered up to half of the fingers by bandages, because the metal of his weapon hurt him, felt warm and touched the girl's face very delicately.

What contrasted with the softness of his lips and how he caressed her were his shoulders, and Kaori discovered it the moment she touched them. Of course she knew how toned Shota's body was, after all, they trained together and physical closeness was inevitable. However, now that she was caressing his shoulders, that she was actually taking the time to feel his body, she discovered how muscular he was. It was as if all that time getting to know Shota hadn't prepared her to really know how much she liked him.

Little by little, taking their time, the kiss began to intensify, as Kaori was able to react and respond appropriately. If Aizawa had any doubts, they were dispelled when he felt the girl's soft hands run over her neck and then hug him. Furthermore, it was no longer just their lips, it was also their tongues that were touching. However, when Kaori brought her fingers to Aizawa's long hair, he almost interrupted the kiss. He didn't, but he did let out a small grunt.

“I'm sorry…” The girl said, separating herself a little, but he stopped her and brought her closer again, taking her by the hip.

“You didn't do anything wrong, it's just…”

The closeness allowed Kaori to perfectly appreciate how the hero's brunette skin blushed. Her heart melted when she saw the young man's reaction, despite being serious and seeming cold, Shota was just a softie when it came to her.

“It's just what?" She asked playing with Shota's hair.

“It's just... since we kissed the first time I haven't stopped thinking about how much I wanted it to happen again, and that it's happening now... I don't know, Kari, it seems incredible to me. Also," He lowered his gaze even further, because the following comment embarrassed him, he still did not have enough confidence to express himself so openly. “Your hands feel great in my hair.”

That little comment stirred so much inside Kaori that she couldn't control herself. In a fraction of seconds, their hair and clothes moved due to the strong blizzard caused by the girl. It didn't make sense that that had happened when the night was cold, but not windy, it was OBVIOUS what had happened, especially after their first kiss when Kaori controlled the snow and rain without even noticing it. To make it even funnier, not only were they very disheveled, but the girl's face was so red, it didn't even look like her.

“We had promised not to use our quirk against us.” He joked, simply gawking at her and approaching again, but this time he tried to caress her neck. “Kari…” He said, laughing tenderly. “I'm not gonna do anything to you, I'm just trying to tell you that I think you're probably going to end up blowing us up.”

“I just like you a lot, Shota.” She confessed enjoying the boy's caresses, she never imagined he could be that sweet. “Since the first time I was close to you I wished I could stop time. You… you just have the sweetest soul. The way you treat me and how you care about me is something I never expected to find in anyone. Being close to you is like being at home. I'm the happiest with I'm with you. I think I wished for you all my life.”

Aizawa sighed deeply as he felt the tenderness with which Kaori hugged him. Although it was true, they were both very young and could not even imagine everything that life had in store for them, they loved each other in the most honest way and were ready to start the new adventure that would be to be together, but this time not just as friends.

To be continued...

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