#he had to be extra about the whole affair

[ffsg0jo]

boynextdoor! choso who you've had a mini crush on ever since you saw him move in with his two brothers yuuji and sukuna. yuuji is the 5-year-old who is just the sweetest ray of sunshine, and sukuna (kuna) is the grumpy undergrad whose name you only know because of yuuji's incessant need for 'uppies'. you don't know much about choso, though, except that he's the eldest, is always working to pay for the bills/rent, and is scarcely home.

boynextdoor! choso, who invites you over for dinner a couple of days after moving in to get to know you a little better and introduce him and his family. you notice the lack of parents, but you don’t say anything or bring it to attention, seeing first-hand how hard choso works as you help him with all the dishes he cooked, and as sukuna sets the table. immediately, yuuji is smitten by you (and you, him) constantly trying to get your attention and talking to you about his new friend called gumi, your shared neighbour's son. choso watches you with yuuji in your arms while you're animatedly talking to his baby brother. the genuine interest you show in what yuuji says makes his heart pitter patter.

(sukuna is quiet throughout the whole affair, only speaking when spoken to and even then keeping it prompt, but he notices the way choso looks at you when you're not watching and vice versa. you’re kind, polite, and seemingly loving. you could be good for his older brother; he thinks to himself.)

boynextdoor! choso, who knocked on your door and asked if you wanted him to take the trash outside your door to the big bins since he's throwing out his own as well on the second week they moved in. your face heated up, and you swooned at his thoughtfulness as you shyly nodded, adding if it's not too much trouble for him. ever since then, he's assumed the role of taking out your trash, making sure to dispose of all the rubbish in the appropriate bins. does it make him a little late to work? yes. but the look on your face when he first asked was worth it.

boynextdoor! choso, who secretly tries to find excuses to see you more and more often in his busy schedule. he caught a glimpse of you through your window when first moving in, and he can't get enough of you ever since. whether it's bringing round some 'extra' cookies, he's baked for sukuna and yuuji or asking if you'd like to join them for dinner again. you've never really taken him up on that offer, though, worried about intruding, and he's almost on the verge of begging you, insisting you could never.

boynextdoor! choso who bakes the best cookies and muffins. you're half convinced he's lying to you, and he's just bought them from the local bakery. but you've seen the evidence through the window directly opposite yours, with little yuuji chasing both of his brothers round the kitchen with tiny fistfuls of flour. it's the first time you've seen choso smile so brightly, and something in your heart melts. even sukuna is tame and soft in the presence of his older brother, you've noted.

boynextdoor! choso whose brothers notice the badly hidden crush he has on the cutie next door. (yes, it's gotten so obvious that even little yuuji recognises the fact that big bro really wants to be your friend). he works so hard for them, and he deserves happiness, so it's in his best interest when both knuckleheads (mainly sukuna) put their heads together and start plotting and devising a plan to try and get you both together. they've seen the longing in both of your eyes and are sure it'll work.

boynextdoor! choso who knocks on your door at 4 something am in the morning whilst you're half asleep asking if you could babysit yuuji. his shift starts two hours, and he needs to leave in one, and sukuna is nowhere to be seen. he's so apologetic, and he promises to make it up to you however you want. you see the bags under his eyes and the heart-breaking frown on his face, and you immediately agree. yuuji's a delight anyway, and you'd be more than happy to.

(yuuji is gently woken up by his big bro before he leaves, who explains what's happened. he smiles a wide, sleepy smile and is excited to spend time with you, ready to set his and sukubros plan into motion. but first, he needs another nap and some cuddles.)

(choso is forever grateful for the angel of a brother yuuji is. it balances out sukuna for sure.)

boynextdoor! choso, who seems to talk about you a lot, and how beautiful you are. at least according to yuuji. yuuji says sometimes big bro sees you outside from the kitchen window whilst he's cooking and looks at you with a smile. a smile yuuji's only seen him give to two other people, but other big bro said that choso wants to crush you? he doesn't understand why because you're really lovely to yuuji and to everyone in general and you play with him and let him take pictures on your phone and secretly let him have his dessert with his meal. anyways if big bro tries to crush you, don't worry, you've got yuuji to protect you!

(his words make you blush at the implication as you realise what yuuji means.)

boynextdoor! choso who comes back from his long shift to you and yuuji napping on his couch. he’s exhausted, but the sight of you two together warms his heart, and he suddenly finds himself with bucketloads of energy. he gets started on making dinner for you all whilst you’re napping, and he hopes that you’ll stay this time. halfway through prepping, he hears a door open and a worse for wear sukuna stumbles in with a hard look on his face. quietly, sukuna joins his brother, muttering a small apology and washing his hands before taking over on chopping the onions. the two cook in silence, knowing that sukuna would open up when he’s ready.

boynextdoor! choso who gently nudges you awake when they’re finished cooking. at first, you think you’re dreaming with an angelic looking choso hovering above you. but then you cringe, feeling the drool on your cheek, wiping it away quickly, praying choso never noticed. (he most definitely did, but he found it incredibly endearing). he thanks you profusely and insists on you joining them for dinner. you’re glad you did because there’s just something so sweet about the three brothers interacting with each other. even sukuna lightly jokes around and teases little yuuji at the dinner table, trying to get him to eat all his veggies.

boynextdoor! choso, who keeps trying to pay you for looking after yuuji when you’re about to leave. you refuse knowing that his family needs it more, plus you’re more than happy to look after yuuji, he’s an angel. choso still insists, adamant on paying you and only shuts up when you tell choso to take you out on date instead, emboldened by everything yuuji’s told you. choso short circuits, blushing furiously. he nods, unable to form words, and stutters out an ‘i’ll text you’. you turn around and leave, and choso is still rooted to the spot, replaying your words in his head. it’s only when he’s giggling and kicking his legs in bed that he suddenly realises he doesn’t have your number. oh well, it’s just another excuse to see you then.

(sukuna witnesses the whole thing and is lowkey mad because he spent all that time planning and plotting for no reason. he hears choso’s giggles through the thin walls, though, and fights back a smile. to hell with his plans.)

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[kteezy997]

The Candy Man- Part Three//W.W.

Warnings: mention of weight gain, judging spouse for gaining weight, planning to trick spouse, and some brief but very filthy smut, oral sex female receiving

Your secret affair with Willy went on for several more weeks. It was the highlight of your week, every week. He would bring over his delicious chocolate concoctions for you to try, and you would make love all over your house.

You loved having something to look forward to. You loved having someone that took notice of you, and made you feel beautiful and desired. Willy was charming, of course, but also sensitive and bright eyed, with such a positive energy to be around.

Each moment with him was a slice of heaven. At first, it was all about the sex, and how excited and willing to learn he was. But, in time, you found yourself falling in love.

You weren’t surprised that your husband still had no clue about another man coming over to sleep with you. He hadn't picked up on the exponential change in your mood, or the scent of another man on you, or the little love marks on your body. The man you married wasn’t the brightest bulb on Christmas tree. But he did begin notice that you had gained a few pounds. He made a couple of snide comments about your weight.

You hadn’t really paid attention, but once he rudely pointed it out, you realized that you had plumped up slightly in your belly area. It hurt your feelings, especially since he barely spoke to you and now whenever he did, it was to acknowledge something he viewed as a flaw. You figured the extra weight was brought on by all the sugar you had been eating on account of your lover’s chocolate.

You thought very little of your body’s changes until you missed your period the following week. Your stomach dropped at the thought of being pregnant, but not by your husband. You were worried about what he would do if he found out. You worried for your sake and for Willy's. You decided to call your doctor to be totally sure, and then you’d figure out your next step.

…….

When Willy came by that day, he was smiley as usual and wrapped his arms around you as soon as he entered the house. “I’ve missed you.” he cooed, kissing you with passion. It was difficult to be apart for a week at a time, for the both of you.

“I missed you too, Willy.” you said, squeezing him back as you hugged. “Listen, I gotta talk to you about something.”

“Of course. Is everything okay? Does he know?” There was a sudden urge of panic in Willy’s last question.

“No, no. It’s just…I think I could be pregnant. And you are the father, I haven’t had sex with my husband in months. I don’t know what to do.” you were anxious about your future when it came to this baby. You loved Willy, but you were a kept woman, your whole life could turn upside down as a result of this situation.

Willy's eyes were as big as saucers and he was silent for a moment before he said, “Wow. Okay, okay, listen, everything is going to be alright. Whatever you decide to do, I will support you.” he assured you, taking your hand. “I know that we haven’t known each other very long, but I love you, y/n. It sounds crazy, I know.”

“It does, it does sound crazy. But I love you too, Willy.”

He smiled softly at you, and he pulled you to him, and held you in a warm embrace. He smelled sweet like sugar, but also like fresh cottony linens.

You felt so safe with him, but you didn't know if that feeling could translate into the real world. You life with Willy looked so uncertain at this point.

But, his words of love and support lifted your spirits.

……

The next day, as you suspected, the doctors visit confirmed that you were indeed having a baby.

You spent the next week thinking of a plan of action. You were so torn between your mundane, yet familiar life with your dull husband, and the idea of running away with Willy Wonka. Willy had told you that his dream was to own and run his very own chocolate factory, to share his creations with the entire world.

No matter how big or unattainable his dreams may seem to an outsider, you knew that Willy was the kind of person to not take "no" as answer, and to chase his dreams all the way through to fruition. He was so full of joy and optimism and so easy to love. It would be the greatest adventure to be with him on his candy journey, especially along with your child. You knew that he would be a wonderful father.

But you didn't know how you and Willy would carry on in the meantime, before he found the success he was striving for. You didn't even know where he lived, or if he even had a home. For goodness sakes, you couldn't give birth or raise a baby in the streets!

There was one thing that would inhibit your life going forward with your husband. You were married to a blond haired, blue-eyed man with an athletic body. And you were impregnated by a skinny man with green eyes and dark curly hair. If you wanted to make your husband believe the child was his, you would have to come up with some genetic evidence.

Well, your mother had curly hair, so that could work in your favor. But the green eyes...perhaps those were descended from your father's side, yes, from the great grandfather you never got to meet, as he had died when your father was still small. Your husband would believe you, as he wouldn't have anything to disprove it.

Now, with your plan in your mind, all you had to do was sleep with your husband, to make him believe he impregnated you. The timeline of your fake pregnancy wouldn't line up with the actual one, but you knew that your husband could be fooled easily.

This could work for awhile, you thought, until you and Willy came up with another plan to run away together.

…….

You told Willy everything. You even mentioned that you would have to sleep with your husband for the plan to work. You didn’t want to have sex with him, but you had to at this point.

“I understand, y/n. And I’m not mad at you, but maybe I am little jealous that he will get to be inside you, I have to admit.” he looked down at his hands in his lap, pouting his lip a little, “He doesn’t deserve to be with you. Not in any way. You’re way too good for him.”

“You’re so sweet, honey. We will be out of this situation soon.” you caressed his cheek, smooth and soft to the touch, “You’ll have your own chocolate shop in no time and then, your own factory.” you put your hand on your stomach, “We believe in you, Willy Wonka.”

He grinned, putting his hand on yours, “I can’t wait to meet him, or her. The baby is going to be so beautiful, just like you.”

“I hope they have your curls.” you said, softly brushing your fingers through his silky locks.

Willy blushed, “I still can hardly believe it. I’m going to be a father.” he shook his head, then looked directly into your eyes, “And I’m going to give this child the life they deserve, and you too. Neither of you will have to want for anything, if I have something to say about it. We will have more than we’ve ever dreamed of, y/n.” he declared, leaning in to kiss you most tenderly.

“I’ve been thinking, and I really think that I can help you with the business side of things. You can be the chocolate maker and I’ll be your business partner. That way, it’ll be like we are truly in this together, Willy.”

He smiled from ear to ear, “Pinky promise? It’s the most solemn vow there is.” he held his pinky out and you tucked your own around his firmly.

“Pinky promise.”

…….

You were a little hornier than usual due to your pregnancy, so you and Willy got down to business straightaway after your important conversation. This rendezvous could also help you out by remembering it later in with your husband. Thinking about sex with Willy would make your reactions to Mr. Hudson more convincing.

As you lover went down on you, you threw your head back on the couch throw pillows. You moaned, nearing your orgasm already when Willy suddenly stopped licking. You looked down at him between your legs, “What is it, Willy?”

“Does being pregnant affect the way you taste? Because…” he licked his lips, pondering over your flavor, “you taste…salty, which is unusual, because you’re always sweet.”

You laughed, “I don’t know. I’m sure it can cause a little bit of a change.”

“Oh, okay.” he nodded, “You know, I’ve masturbated to the thought of eating you and chocolate at the same time.” he admitted.

“We can try it sometime, baby. Just keep going for now. I’m so close.” you loved how he felt comfortable enough to admit something so dirty to you, but all you wanted in that moment was for him to make come.

“Yeah, yeah! Right, sorry babe.”

You erupted just moments later and squirted in Willy’s face. You couldn’t get the image of him smirking with your juices on his lips out of your head. It came in handy when you had to seduce your husband later that night. Willy had a way of being encouraging.

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[redflagshipwriter]

Hot Ghouls in your Area ch 4 progress

(read other sections of this and more stories here)

Danny floated miserably through the stacks, pulling out books that looked remotely plausible. Maybe he needed help. Jazz would help him without laughing at him, right?

Sam and Tucker absolutely would not. They would think it was hilarious that he had so little game that the universe assigned him a boyfriend via Jeremy Waters. 

‘As if I could pull a guy who looks like that,’ Danny thought wryly, and then felt a little bad about himself in comparison. Jason was, uhhhh, physically blessed. He was tall and well proportioned and his hands- Danny fought down a shiver and resisted the urge to steal another look. Jason was out of sight anyway.

Well. He still hadn't seen Jason's face. Maybe he was ugly! You never know. Or maybe under the helmet it was totally smooth, no face. That would be neat. Danny paused mid motion to imagine that.

Haha. Sick, man.

That concept cheered him up a little as he grimly opened the first book and started skimming for likely words like marriage, spouse, and concubine. 

He didn’t bother reading anything in detail. He stuck a post it note on each page with a relevant term and then put the book in a pile to take back to his dorm. This wasn’t going to get solved in a day.

Ah, shit. Danny paused. This wasn’t going to get solved in a day. He bit his lip and looked off in the direction where Jason had disappeared to do his own research.

He truly didn’t have time to devote to this right now. He was not willing to drop his school life in order to solve a sudden problem. Jason was just going to have to cope with whatever timeline Danny could manage without setting his life on fire.

On the other hand, Jason was a human guy who probably had a life of his own at the biker bar/fight club. Whatever the hell required that kind of outfit probably kept him busy! So Danny couldn’t like, just leave him in the castle to chill.

“Not to mention the fact that he shouldn’t be able to live here very long anyways,” Danny muttered to himself.

That was troubling him. Frankly, Jason should have been intolerably uncomfortable in the ghost zone for this long without specialized protective equipment. It wasn’t meant for humans.

‘What did Jeremy do to this guy?’

Yikes. Did this mean… Did this mean Danny should have given that little cult thing more credit? But Jeremy was just such a doofus. He grimaced. Embarrassing. Why were his enemies so embarrassing? This shit didn’t happen to, like, Wonder Woman.

Danny buried himself back in the books to avoid the growing suspicion that Jason might have been uhhhh magically altered to make him an appropriate concubine to a dead king. That thought sucked! He didn’t like it. He really didn’t like the idea of bringing it up with Jason.

When he had what he thought was a good first round of research, Danny shelved the books he’d gotten out and went to find where his …

He whole-body flinched at the point where he needed to plug an appropriate noun into that sentence. 

“Jason?” Danny called, juggling books into a stack. “I think we should probably get you back to the re- the human world. Before something inexorable happens.”

A pause.

“I don’t think you know what that word means,” Jason said. A book shut. Danny headed towards the sound, phasing through shelves effortlessly. A spark of curiosity lit up at Jason’s voice. He sounded relaxed, even through the helmet’s filter. 

‘I want to hear his real voice. Bet it’s nice.’

Wait. What? Danny shook the thought away, discomforted. He plastered a wide grin on his face. “I don’t know any words,” he lied breezily. “I’m just ad libbing. Anyway!” He flopped dramatically down onto the big chair next to Jason’s, making sure to be extra physical to get a satisfying whumpf. “We really should go! I can get you to the human world, but, uh, I can’t promise to put you back where you came from.” He scratched at the back of his neck. “I think this is going to be a more than one day affair.”

Jason was watching him. There was nothing visible through his helmet, but Danny got the sense that he was tense, waiting for a threat. 

Which, what? Why would Jason feel threatened by-

Oh. Danny felt a knot in his stomach. Right. That made a lot of sense. He felt kinda sick. 

He didn’t let the feeling show through and barreled on speaking. “I don’t exactly have an easy way for you to contact me, but we probably need to stay in touch to fix this. Do you have any ideas?” 

The lie felt kind of gross. But he could hardly tell the guy; “I’m an engineering student in Gotham, you can just call my cell or come to the dorms.”

Jason seemed to relax at the cessation of control. “If you can stick around, yeah. I’ll get you a burner phone, exchange numbers. You’re not going to…” He trailed off. Danny felt a frown somehow. “You won’t have any signal here, actually. That won’t work.”

“I can make it work,” Danny assured him, hands up. “I mean, I can’t make it work here, or I would have offered to help with your tech. But I can pop in and out of the human world and check my messages.”

“That’ll work.” Jason’s helmet turned ever so slightly. “About the books…”

“You found something good?” Danny asked, impressed. “Yeah, awesome. Just be really careful with them, the librarian is a scary guy.”

Jason’s hand flexed over the closed book on his thigh. “I can take- how many can I take out?”

Danny scoffed. “I’m not your dad,” he said. “Whatever you can carry, man. You ready to go or do you need a minute?” He flipped back to his feet with a grunt. 

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[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

Hii I was wondering if maybe you could write a Aemond Targaryen fic? Where Aemond is like Gomez Addams and he says, "Look at her --I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way --what bliss." With maybe even a taylor swift song? Thanks :))

EITHER WAY WHAT BLISS ( House of the Dragon x Reader )

AUTHOR NOTE! It makes me so happy to know that you requested my writing! I love this idea! He does ( lowkey ) give off this vibe <3

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem! Tully! Reader 

prompt: Aemond is willing to die for the Reader if it means he'll get an ounce of her love.. ( The inspo was 'Gorgeous' by Taylor Swift. )

key: h/c = hair color, Dahlia = random servant girl, Evan Tully

word count: 2,000+ words

Brushing away a strand of white hair from their face, Y/n scans the rows of men, her eyes lingering on her brother Brynden. Her name day was supposed to be a small affair between her family and her bethorthal’s. But, the King was stubborn and insisted on having a Tourney at the very least. So, she’d be sitting through at least an hour of jousting, games of archery, and grueling duels. Not exactly what she wanted to do on her name day. But, what can she do? 

Picking at her bottom lip, Brynden gives her a weak smile as he adjusts his armor, her heart clenched tightly. He could barely hold a sword, and of course, he had to enter a bloody swordsman match. Feeling Dahlia nudge her side hard, she snaps out of her daze, her cheeks flushing red from embarrassment. Shit. Turning to look at Dahlia, she tries to smile as the black haired girl continues to ramble away about something about men and their ‘walks’. 

“I bet you my finest necklace, that knight. The one in black armor is really fine under that helmet.” Dahlia giggles, twirling a strand of her hair. 

“Oh? How do you know that? For all you know he’s got the face of a donkey. How good he looks in armor, doesn’t mean that he’s that good in regular clothes.” Y/n scoffs, following Dahlia’s eyes. 

“It’s the walk. Look at how he holds himself. A fine looking man walks with a little extra pep in his step. Like he knows that the moment he removes that helmet, girls are going to swoon over him.” Dahlia smirks, “Just like your little Prince.” 

“Just because you want to fuck my betrothed does not mean that I wish to hear about it, Dahlia.  Keep that talk for the other maids.” Y/n scoffs, rolling her eyes. 

“I am envious that you, little Y/n Tully, are going to call that man her husband. The ungodly things I would do make him look at me the way he does to you. He looks at you like you crafted the moon and stars.” Dahlia rambles, a dreamy look on her face. 

Scoffing at Dahlia’s teasing, she narrows her eyes at the knight, inspecting the black armor he adorned. His face was hidden under his helmet. Looking for some kind of hint of which house he was from, the only thing that was kind of a hint was the sapphire blue cape he was wearing. But, even then it could mean nothing. Tilting her head to the side, she didn’t like that the man was a mystery, why was he hiding? What was he hiding? Watching as he strolls over to Brynden, she stands up a little straighter in her seat, her jaw clenching. If he so much as touched a hair on her baby brother’s head, she’d make Maegor the Cruel seem like a baby compared to her. 

“Brynden will be fine, Y/n.” Dahlia reasons, but her voice is weak. 

“Brynden cannot even hold a sword upright.” Y/n argues, “Not to mention he’s got two left feet!” 

“Well you’ve always looked rather pretty in black?” Dahlia weakly smiles. 

“Dahlia!” Y/n scolds, shooting her friend a look. 

“I know! But, at least he’ll look good dying?” Dahlia cringes at her own words, “I don’t know! I don't really know what to say..”

Slapping Dahlia’s shoulder, the pit in her stomach only worsens, her face curling up in anger and uneasiness. She did not have any other siblings but Brynden. He was her whole world. Her baby brother. She had practically raised him! She was the one to teach him how to say his first words. She was the one who taught him how to walk. She was there to teach him how to handle a horse. How to be a just and kind Lord. How to be the perfect husband. She did everything that a parent would do. Except how to hold a sword. 

Picking at her bottom lip with her teeth, she slowly rises from  her seat, pacing back and forth in place. She wouldn’t be able to stomach her baby brother getting hurt. It’d kill her, surely! Feeling Dahlia grab her arm, she’s pulled from her darkening thoughts. The taste of blood floods her mouth. Shit. Wiping her bottom lip clean of blood, she’s aware of the eyes that now shifted onto her. The maiden of the day.  Aemond Targaryen’s betrothed. The sweet little Tully girl born with white curls. The Enchantress of the Realm. 

"Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like..I might sink and drown and die.."

“If that was your attempt to make me feel better, it failed..” Y/n breaths out, “Perhaps, I should just talk to him about pulling out. It’s not too late..” 

“My Lady…” Dahlia tries, but Y/n doesn’t hear her. 

“Do not try to talk me out of this, Dahlia. I will not allow my brother to make a fool of himself, or worse kill himself.” Y/n shakes her head, “I have made my mind! Come let us⎯”

“It’s your future husband..” Dahlia speaks through her teeth.

“You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face..'Cause look at your face..gorgeous...” 

Furrowing her brows at Dahlia’s odd words, the black haired girl turns her around, forcing her to look down. Shit.  She finds herself staring down at Aemond, the mysterious knight in black armor. Her face flushes a bright red from embarrassment. The knight they had⎯Well the knight Dahlia was gawking at was Aemond. Staring at him with wide eyes, Dahlia nudges her side, trying to snap her out of her little daze. But, it feels like her tongue is made of lead. Looking him up and down, his long white locs are braided back from his face, but a few stray strands frame his face. There’s a small smirk on his face, as he adjusts his armor. Gods almighty, he looked gorgeous in armor. 

“And I'm so furious..At you for making me feel this way..But what can I say? You're gorgeous..”

“Aemond..” Y/n breathes out, “You're the blue knight..I..I thought you didn’t give a shit about Tourneys?” 

“I don’t. But, it would be a shame if I did not participate in my future-brides Name Day Tourney.” He smirks, licking his bottom lip. 

“I..Aemond, could you..?” She chews on her bottom lip, “Could you possibly? Please watch out for my brother?” 

“I will.” He nods, making her smile gratefully. 

“Thank you.” 

He kept his word, or at least that was what Dahlia was telling her. She hadn’t dared to open her eyes just yet. She didn’t not care if that made her a coward. She just couldn’t stand to watch the fights and not think about her brother while men pummeled each other with swords. Squeezing Dahlia’s hand tightly, she tenses at the call of her brother’s name and Aemond’s. Her eyes shoot open, her jaw dropping slightly. No. No. No. No. That couldn't be right! She must have misheard! Sharply turning her head to the fighting circle, she bolts from her seat, leaning against the railing. Her nails dig into the wood like a cat’s would. Her eyes are flickering between the two of them. 

One of them would get hurt, she was sure of it, whether it be intentional or not. Her breathing grows ragged, her heart pounding against her ribcage. She was afraid that it would jump out of her chest. Watching as they  raise their swords, she stuck in a trance as they slowly circled each other. Their swords collide, her eyes shutting tightly at the horrid sound of metal against metal. Biting her lip, she doesn’t know why her eyes peel open, but her heart stops in her chest as  she catches the sight of Aemond falling to the ground. His sapphire blue cape slowly turned red. She nearly faints at the sight of red, he’s bleeding. Oh gods..He was bleeding. 

“You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah..”

“AEMOND!” She shouts, the words escaping her lips before she can stop it.

“My Prince!” Someone shouts, their voice a blur in her mind. 

No. No. No. No. Watching with blurry eyes as Maesters rush to him, she wants to bolt to him, but her legs are frozen in place. Brynden drops his sword, the realization creeping on his face. Feeling Dahlia’s arms wrap around her, it seems like the Arena explodes with chaos in an instant. Everyone is shouting loudly. Guards are rushing around in every direction. But, throughout the chaos her eyes are on him. Her Aemond. 

“He’ll be okay…” Dahlia reassures, “Maesters are tending to him..” 

“Take me to him.” Y/n breaths out, tears flooding her eyes. 

“Y/n..” Dahlia nervously warns, “I..I don’t think we should. Not right now at least.” 

“Take me to him.” Y/n repeats, her voice more firm than before.

Shooting Dahlia an icy glare, Dahlia chews on her lip before nodding her head at the request, a nervous look on her face. What if it was bad? What if he died? Would Brynden be punished? Gods, how in the Seven bloody hells did this happen? Following Dahlia, she picks up her skirt, her eyes searching for the white haired man that was to be her husband. Pushing past frantic Lords and Guards,  it felt like an invisible force had her by the throat,  squeezing her lungs and throat with each step she took closer to a bleeding out Aemond.  

Seeing him laying on the ground, his chest piece was removed, his white tunic cut open to reveal the rather gnarly gash on his stomach.  Tears flood her eyes at the sight before her.  Covering her mouth with her hand, she rushes to his side,  her eyes scanning every little detail that she can. His chest was moving up and down, he was drenched in sweat and dirt. That was a good thing. Looking at his face, his eye patch was removed, his hair completely unbraided and spread around him like a halo. 

“Oh..Aemond..” She whispers, petting his sweat soaked hair. 

“My Lady, you should not be here.” 

“He is my husband to be, I will not be leaving.” She argues, turning back to Aemond. “Aemond, are you okay, love?”

“I am fine. Do not worry.” He grunts, clenching his jaw.

Staring into his eyes, she tenses up at the sight of his missing eye-patch. Fuck, he looked gorgeous with that scar. Looking up at her, he notices her attention on his face. Lifting a hand to touch his face, his face drains of color when he doesn’t feel the leather of his eye-patch. He had been purposeful in hiding his scar from the world. He didn’t want to be viewed as a monster. But, she looked at him with such softness in her eyes. Hunching over him, she casually places her hand over his eye, hiding his eye from everyone. Giving him a small nod, his breathing grows shaky. 

“You dodged his attack. But, not like someone as experienced with a sword as you are, would. Why?” Dahlia asks, narrowing her eyes at Aemond.  

“Look at her, I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way⎯what bliss.” He whispers, High Valyrian flowing off his tongue. 

“You are a lovestruck fool, Aemond Targaryen.” Dahlia scoffs, “I hope this is the bloodloss talking.”

“What did you say?” Y/n furrows her brows, “Dahlia..?”

“He didn’t want to risk hurting your brother. That he rather he be the one hurt and not your brother. Come, let us reassure your little brother that he hasn’t killed your beloved.” Dahlia lies smoothly, nodding her head at Aemond.

Y/n looks between Dahlia and Aemond unsure, chewing on her bottom lip. She didn’t know enough High Valyrian to understand what the two of them were discussing. But, she trusted Dahlia enough to take her word for it. Opening her mouth to speak, Aemond grabs onto her hand, stopping her. Looking down at Aemond, her cheeks flushing involuntarily, her heart was pounding frantically in her chest. She wanted him to keep on looking at her like that. 

“Go..” He nods, "I will be fine."

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[bruh-myguy-what]

Lovestruck

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader Requested by: @baddest-batchers Warnings: Massive fluff, I think I actually cried writing this?, I've not been handling the season finale well because I miss Tech a considerable amount, pining for reader from Tech's perspective, a lot of adorable emotions from our usually pragmatic boy Word Count: 2K Summary: While fixing the Marauder with you, Tech reflects on his feelings and he's completely enamored by you. A/N: I'm not handling Tech's death well. Whether it's his death or his just being CX-2, I don't really care, I miss him so desperately and this fic healed so many parts of my heart even though I actually wept while writing. I love that you requested this, friend! I hope it's exactly what you were looking for (or at least close!) and I absolutely agree, this was indeed a Tech prompt. All of these requests have been so wonderful and I cannot express how much it means that people like my writing enough to send in requests! Thanks guys!

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It was an ordinary affair for you and Tech to work on the repairs for the Marauder simultaneously. There were consistent restorations that needed to be made and things to be updated, so having another experienced individual helped jog said matters along. Though the clone was hesitant at first, after months of rapport building, he was grateful.

Not only was he finding himself appreciative for the extra set of hands, but Tech discovered that he was quite enjoying your company. You were clever, agreeable, and understanding, along with that you seemed to always find his endless wealth of knowledge pleasant. The accurate way you managed the repairs of his ship, first by managing his hesitancy well and then demonstrating consideration for his methods before ever handling something he cared so much about, really surprised him. Your approach to his usually off-putting demeanor was a welcomed change in his life and the way you subtly encouraged him appeared to warm his heart in a way he hadn't previously encountered.

He'd found that his eyes lingered on you from afar longer than he realized, only noticing that he'd been staring when you'd look over and smile at him sweetly. The light in your eyes, whenever you'd smile at him, twinkled so effortlessly, almost as if there had been stars placed directly behind them solely to enchant him.

It was as if you were another creature entirely, one he'd never analyzed, one he knew nothing about- because everything you did fascinated him. All the ways in which you carried yourself, laughed with his brothers, tended to Omega, your wit, the charm you retained...it all was remarkable to him. He began to notice himself craving your attention. Tech dreamed of you laughing for him, smiling at him, every moment he was awake you invaded his thoughts.

So to have you crouched down beneath the hull of the Marauder, handing him parts and tools for repairs made him impossibly delighted. This was a life he could get used to, for a long time. The ability to bond with you- and only you- in this way for the rest of his short life, he would fight for it, no matter the threat. If this was what life could be for him after he and his brothers no longer needed to fight, he would be far and beyond content. He'd feel whole.

"The spanner now, please," Tech's smooth tone echoed back to him from off the metal hull.

Taking a moment to grab the tool, you placed it squarely in his hand, "Of course." Your voice was sweet as ever to his ears, the sensation of your fingers grazing his gloved palm sending tides of bliss to his heart. How he desired to remove his gloves to truly discern how your hand might feel in his. Odd thought, he knew, though nevertheless one he often had run through his mind. Other equivalent ones situated themselves among his standard reflections; such as how your cheeks might feel cradled in his palm, or how your eyes might sparkle even more at his displays of affection toward you.

These introspective ideas were not ones he had been programmed with, he understood that very well, but then again wasn't that the whole point of him and his brothers? They weren't droids. Even with protocol and planned executions, wasn't the beautiful part of having your own identity the potential for...emotion? Sentiments?

Love?

The brilliant clone pondered these notions for many hours during hyperspace travels, staring endlessly into the streaking atmosphere while everyone else lay in their bunks asleep. Upon his further analysis and pensive state, he conceded that he did, indeed, love you. Even though he expected it to never be possible, for him anyhow, it clearly was. And there it was, staring up at him with stunning eyes and an adorable smile- all wrapped up in one woman who waited for further instruction to aid his work.

"Whatcha smiling at, silly?" A giggle brought him out of his reverie and he cleared his throat, handing the spanner back to you while muttering a quick 'my apologies'. "It's no big deal, you know I don't mind," another soft chuckle at his sudden behavior change. "Just curious what has you in such a good mood lately. You never smile this much- not that I'm complaining, of course. You look happy and I like that, it suits you." The smile he watched spread across your lips brightened your eyes so preciously that Tech felt as if his heart were going to lock up. You were absolutely breathtaking in the setting sunlight, the warm glow radiating your beauty.

It wasn't too long after your comment that he acknowledged he'd been staring once again. Tech blinked a few times, regaining his composure- sure to remember the planet's rotation cycle so he could bring you out into the setting sun one more time before leaving so he could truly memorize the way you looked in such a spectacular site. "I suppose it would be an alarming circumstance to see my sudden change in attitude if you are accustomed to my rather pragmatic and steadfast manner." He spoke slowly, trying to gauge his words carefully, looking back up at the repairs he was currently working on.

To say he was usually practical was an understatement and even he knew that, but he continued nevertheless- "Screwdriver, please."

A quick hum in reply from you and the tool was now in his hand, his heart buzzing at your lingering touch, making certain he had hold of the screwdriver before pulling away. "Though," Tech found himself speaking before he realized, hesitating after the word left his mouth.

Should he continue? Would you be uneasy at any admission of his affection, or even just simple favor, toward you?

He found himself suddenly apprehensive at the possibility that he could ruin the favorable conditions he'd found for himself with you. But with your reassuring voice, you spoke his worrying thoughts away, "though, what? Got too many thoughts running around that extraordinary mind of yours to just pick one?" The pleasantness in your prodding had a warm smile of his own spreading across his lips now while he worked against a stubborn bolt.

"Only a few at this very moment, so it would appear, mesh'la." Tech's reply was soft, soft enough that he thought only he'd heard himself until you stood beside him now. He glanced to see your head tilted with ever lovely, inquisitive eyes prompting him to continue his outspoken thought. Realigning his eyes to the bolt, Tech licked his lips anxiously, "Ah, I must have spoken aloud without realizing." He clarified softly, a burning sensation rising to his cheeks.

"Well now you gotta continue," you teased with a smile, "It's not every day that your genius mind only has a few thoughts in it to speak of."

Tech knew he was skating near a precarious edge, but the more you gazed at him expectantly, the less he cared and only desired for you to continue your total obliteration of his typical sensible behaviors. Taking a deep breath, the enhanced clone steadied himself before expressing, "At present, I have found that my foremost thoughts are exclusively about you. During the maturing of our relationship these last few months, it would seem that less and less of my thoughts are as constructive as they had been prior to our closeness, as troubling as that may sound." At your silence, Tech chanced lowering his arms to stand before you unimpeded by work, attention entirely yours.

The rise of your brows and the slight part in your lips made his heart thud painfully against his chest. Though, he noticed the sparkle in your eyes hadn't dissipated, perhaps he wasn't ruining anything as he thought he had been. "I am mindful that it may come across as peculiar, or eccentric, for me to have said that," Tech began cautiously, calculating your evolving expression. "Nevertheless, it is the truth. I...find you to be the most compelling woman that I have personally had the fortune of knowing. You are quite literally the only part of my life that I find myself frequently enchanted by." As he spoke, Tech found it easier to alleviate himself of the mountain of praises he'd been repeatedly considering when in your presence. He discovered he could continue voicing your worth, just as he could gaze at your beautiful face for an indefinable amount of time if only you'd allow him.

In the face of your silence, Tech cleared his throat once again to calm himself of his growing concern. "Though I'm aware of my capacity to express thoughts without stopping, I must say that your added input on this matter would prevent the inclination of my elevating heart rate."

"Tech..." The way his name left your lips did the contrary of what he had just requested, scrambling his heart rate instead. Tenderness touched the curve of your lips as you stepped forward close to him, directly into the space he usually reserved for only himself until he saw how much more exquisite you were when he had the opportunity to look down at you. This close he could see every mark, every small scar, the way the color of your eyes shifted as they glanced back and forth around his face.

"Stars," he breathed, "you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, mesh'la..." Tech muttered to himself in wonderment. As if no barrier had ever existed between you, Tech reached out to caress your face, marveling at how you reacted by pressing your cheek further into his touch. "If you were to provide me the honor of showing you my devotion, I would be certain to surpass any expectations you may put forth." Spellbound by the intimacy he'd found himself in with you, Tech longed for more. He yearned to feel the softness of your cheek on his skin, not through his filthy gloves. The way you deserved to be admired was wholly and profoundly, without any impediments. As his eyes danced between yours and the way your smile began to fade, Tech brushed his thumb along your cheek, cursing his GAR regulation blacks. You'd hardly said a word other than the sweet whisper of his name before you approached him, and even if this instance was all he'd ever receive from you, he'd relive the memory a hundred times over. Though he worried he'd said too much again.

Or maybe you were as entranced as he was, presently. "My dear, I don't mean to ruin this moment, however, I-" and before he could finish speaking you'd surged upward toward him, pressing your lips against his.

Astonishment rushed through the normally sharp clone as he felt the weight of your body pressed against his chest plate. After only a moment, though, Tech reacted- refusing to squander his opportunity to kiss you as he had dreamt many times over.

Wrapping his arms around your smaller figure, one hand came to rest between your shoulders and the other cradled your head affectionately, holding you as close as he could possibly have you. The plush of your lips brushed so flawlessly against his as he admired the softness they possessed. Tech knew upon impact that he would never tire of this, of the ability to hold you as he was, nor his newfound gift to kiss you.

You pulled away all too soon for his liking, the sigh escaping his lips sounding as pathetic to him as he was sure it sounded to you. Your smile was even more gorgeous than he'd seen it yet, though he was sure it was due to the recent discovery of just how incredible your smile tasted against his lips. Tech debated whether he should move at all for fear of you slipping away even sooner, but relented to adjust his goggles, matching your smile. "I believe that is a sufficient response to my yet posed question."

With yet another unpredictable act, you cuddled closer into his space, folding your arms in between your chest and his, and tucked your face into his neck. "I'll be happy to answer any others you may have with the same reply, whenever you need, handsome." You replied with a soft laugh.

Encompassing you once again within his embrace, Tech felt his cheeks warming, noting how the sun had disappeared beneath the horizon and he knew couldn't blame that for his reddened face. His breathy chuckle rumbled against his chest plate, "I shall keep that at the forefront of my thoughts."

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[gglitch1dd]

The Affair Pt 2

Context: What do you do when your husband cheats on you with your Head Alphas Omega? You marry the Head Alpha of course? What’s better than revenge served with a wedding ring and an ultrasound photo?

<PART 1> <PART3>

Chapter Summary:

Eijiro needs you and it seems like you both need each other. And Kane needs someone too.

Warning: Omegaverse!, Infidelity, Cursing, ex-communicating, Children, “Dammy” - GN term for Mommy, Katsuki being a bitch, Smut, biting, claiming, Breeding Kink, BLOOD!!!!, Sex with feels, crocs

You cleared the table, putting all the cups and cutlery in their places. The brightly lit dinning area for Pack A smelt of spices and savoury foods of the dinner menu that you had planned. You had stepped up a lot in the pack and it was very much appreciated. The sound of soft music playing in the air made you hum slightly at the warm atmosphere. It was just after dinner and everyone was wrapping up and going back to their separate homes.

You looked up from placing down the last fork in its tray. The pups were running around playing a last minute game of tag amongst each other, happy to have had another pack dinner. You smiled gently, missing Asahi. He was at his father’s place for the next week, taking intervals of being with you and with his dad every two weeks. The divorce wasn’t a struggle and you even got a whole lot of money you didn’t even want half of, but the custody battle was something similar to war. Midoriya was adamant about having more time with his son but you wanted to keep Asahi considering he was full-time ProHero and you were Asahi’s dam. In the end it was split almost 50/50 with any other extra weekends leaning to you. At the end of the day, you were just glad it was all over.

The last six months had everything settled down more. You were finally sleeping more and thanks to Kirishima you got your house renovated and redone to make it feel less like how it was back then. The pack had fallen into how it was back then, minus the heavy empty three spaces that were now present. With much thanks from the pack femmes, it was easier for you to cope with the divorce and with learning to take care of yourself again. You think you were getting back something of what you were before the divorce.

You hoped.

Yet you still felt so empty most days, especially when Asahi wasn’t home. You tried doing as much as you could for the pack since you had a lot more free time. You visited your parents, you visited Inko who was so ashamed when she saw you and started crying instantly the moment she saw you, you got some time to truly mourn through the loss of your marriage and yet you felt empty without anything.

You looked up and noticed Kirishima was talking to Iida. Kirishima had come a long way despite all the business he had to deal with. He had to deal with the splitting of the DynaRiot agency as well as his own divorce that was made much too messy due to his ex-husband. It was a train smash half the time and Kirishima just wanted it over and done with. From money situations to the Agency to the trust fund, everything felt like it took unnecessarily longer than it should have for Proheroes. Then there was him also having to deal with new responsibilities having to do with the Heroes Commission. However you were pretty sure that something died in Kirishima that day. His smile never reached his eyes nowadays and if it did, it was fake.

You needed to talk to Kirishima, but you weren’t sure how to go about it. The both of you had gotten closer since finding out your partners’ infidelity with one another. Talking to him had become easy but with what you needed to discuss it was going to probably be a bit uncomfortable. You walked over to him.

Iida’s gaze flicked over to you before Kirishima noticed you were approaching him. The redheaded Alpha turned his eyes towards you. His eyebrows raised in slight surprise but he gave a small smile. “Y/N.”

“Good Evening, Head Alpha.” You bowed your head towards him. “Deputy.” You nodded to Iida before turning to Kirishima. “Head Alpha, may I talk to you?” You asked.

Kirishima perked up, noticing how it was something more private. He nodded his head. “Of course,” He turned to Iida with a nod of his head. “I’ll talk to you more tomorrow, Tenya.” Kirishima took you off to the side away from earshot from others. Once the two of you were away from others walking towards your home, Kirishima turned to you. “What’s going on?” He asked you.

You hesitated for a moment. You felt heat move up your face realising what you were about to ask him. You cleared your throat as you tried pulling yourself together. “I’m sorry to bother you about this but… my… my official heat is coming up and I’ve never spent it without someone because I always had-” His name caused your words to stop in your throat and for your throat to close up. You looked down away from Kirishima as shame climbed up inside you. Kirishima frowned slightly, stepping closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You smiled up at him as you cleared your throat. “What I’m trying to say is-”

“You’ll be spending it with me.” You looked up at him in shock at what he had just said. Kirishima had a serious look on his face. The both of you stood in front of your front door. “I was meaning to talk to you about it actually. You are an unmated Omega,” you lifted a hand up to your neck rubbing over the slowly fading mating mark on your neck. “which makes you my responsibility. My rut is also due soon so it solves a problem I have myself. Also… I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

You tilted your head to the side. “What is it?” You asked.

He hesitated looking off to the side for a moment. He watched the pack wrap up and start to disperse, going to bed for the night. You opened your front door and allowed Kirishima inside. You led him through your house, leading him to the kitchen where you only kept the light on there. You moved to fetch him a glass of red wine you had in the fridge. Kirishima leaned against your counter top, he happily accepted the glass of wine that you gave him.

“So what is it you need to talk to me about?” You asked him, sliding up to sit on the counter.

Kirishima looked down at the wine in his glass. He swirled it around for a moment. “Our pack’s reputation in the political and hero world has taken a hit since the affair happened. It’s been… hard trying to bring up the pack and deal with all of it over the past few months.” You nodded your head, understanding him. “I’ve, somehow, managed to retain my status as Head alpha of this pack and I’m being offered a position on the Hero’s Safety Commission board.”

You nearly spat out your wine at that as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Oh my God, Eijiro.” He chuckled at your expression. You put down your glass. The board was a group of members that decided everything that happened regarding heroes and the safety of public concerning them. They were essentially a group of highly paid people that could put the actual government to shame. “You’ve been working so hard for this. Congratulations!” You smiled brightly, happy that he got such an esteemed offer.

He chuckled. “Thank you,” He bowed his head. “However, it comes with a few requirements…” He looked to the side. “Some of which I’ve already met but there’s a few I haven’t. One is that I have to resign from all on field work and basically retire from it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at that. He would need to stop being a hero? “Is that what you want?” You asked him.

Kirishima let out a breath as he looked up at the ceiling. “I’ve been a hero since I was fifteen, nearly twenty years of my life and unfortunately I’m not getting any younger. Retirement for heroes nowadays is around forty with all the new fancy quirks that people have now in the new generation that’s coming up. I would miss the field work but if it’s for something as big as this, I think it’s worth the loss.”

You hummed but nodded your head. You understood his reasoning. The position that he would take up would make close to double a hero’s salary and it would be less physically straining on him. “I understand. What is the other requirement?”

Kirishima’s ruby eyes flicked up to you and for a moment you almost felt as though he was looking over your entire being. “I… I need a family. I need to be settled down. Especially since I’m a head Alpha without a heir or an omega.” He expressed to you as he put the wine glass he was holding on the counter beside him and out of his hands. Kirishima held the counter with both hands. “Iida told me that the pack needs good news, it needs stability, and it needs something from me that I can’t give them on my own. So… that’s where I thought you could come in.” You didn’t need much more of what he was saying to understand what he was asking of you. Kirishima quickly pushed himself away from the counter. “You don’t need to say yes of course. You could say no. I could always-”

“Do what? Get surrogate?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. “Find a commission regulated Omega to be your new Omega?” You both stared at each other for a while, it becoming silent between the both of you. You closed your eyes thinking about it for a moment. You opened your eyes as you furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s in it for me?”

“Security.” He let out with a sigh as he leaned back. “You’ll have me and the whole Kirishima family in your debt, as well as it would be a good place in the pack for your son.” That peaked your interest the most. Kirishima knew it would. In this pack, family status was one of the most important things. It wasn’t out right stated but it was important. Just by his sire being Midoriya and all that he had done to you put you at a disadvantage, especially since he was all you had tying you to pack A with Midoriya gone. Asahi was all you had keeping you in high society and the good life with Pack A. And yet even now, all you were known as was Midoriya’s ex-wife and the dam to his pup… one of the dams to one of his pups.

You furrowed your eyebrows. It wasn’t something you wanted to be known for so you would have to change that. If being with Kirishima is what got you back some power in high society, power in this pack and power against your ex-husband, if it got your son’s spot in this pack to be safe and guaranteed, you would do it. “I’ll do it.” You told him honestly, looking back up to him.

Kirishima looked at you shocked. “You will?” He didn’t expect you to say yes. He half expected you to slap him across the face.

You nodded your head, folding your arms over your chest. You let out a breath. “Yes. I don’t think either of us deserve to feel alone. It’s… it’s a horrible feeling.” Kirishima and you were the only ones in the whole pack who could truly know how it felt like to live in silence, to go home and feel void of purpose or people. No one else understood that other than him. You looked down to the ground. “If… if being with you helps the pack and helps you, I don’t mind. I don’t think I could date either way. Besides… I think we should think of it more like… revenge.”

“Revenge?” Kirishima asked with a raised eyebrow, but before you could explain it to him, his face lit up understanding what you meant.

It might seem rather petty and maybe even absurd, but if he were to mate with you and take you up as his New Head Omega, there wouldn’t be many people who could stand against that. He would be in a powerful position of being a member on the Hero Commission board, with the ex-wife of the Number One ProHero of this country as his wife and as the dam to his pup. Nothing would be better revenge than moving on from Bakugou and Midoriya like that. Nothing would be more satisfying than seeing the look of their faces at the sight of the both of you.

Kirishima’s eyes darkened in realisation as a soft smirk went to his lips with a hum. “I guess it would be revenge… wouldn’t it?”

“It would.” You nodded your head. “I’ll be your Head Omega, Eijiro.” You stepped forward close to him, looking up at him. The smell of your scent becoming more apparent. It was sweet and heavy, something he found almost as if he could taste it on his lips. Kirishima stepped forward, becoming chest to chest with you. You looked up at the giant Alpha in front of you. “I’ll be your partner to ensure the success of this pack. If you can value me, respect me and give me purpose again…” You took his hand and placed it against you. “I’ll give you an heir and a spare if you wish.”

Kirishima stared down at you for a moment. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Good. You’ll need to stay near me so that you can adjust. It shouldn’t take you long though, considering you already had a pup.”

“It won’t.” You assured him. You reached to his side and picked up his glass of wine, sipping from it. “So…” You smiled up at him. “When do I move in?”

Moving in with Kirishima was something you were actually excited about because it meant you didn’t have to be alone anymore in your house and it gave you someone to bother, someone to keep your mind off of other things. It was interesting at first, trying to fit your lives together but it wasn’t particularly hard falling into a rhythm that consisted of coffee in the mornings, a fierce war of playing cards and falling asleep on the couch watching one of his many crimson Riot movies he wished to show you.

With Kirishima being Head Alpha you never felt uncomfortable with him and so you didn’t feel particularly pessimistic about this whole arrangement. It was a necessity for the pack. It was an agreement and it wasn’t because of love or some mutual feelings. Kirishima needed a pup, he needed a family, you needed security and something to keep you in high society and save face for your pack. It was the perfect arrangement.

But then came one potential small problem.

Asahi.

The five-year-old looked up at Kirishima with wide eyes as he held onto your legs. He looked at Kirishima for a hot minute before looking back up at you as you both stood in Kirishima’s house. “Dammy, why are we here?” He asked confused.

You kept your hands on his shoulders with a soft smile. Kirishima took a step forward, opting to explain it and let your son hear it from him and not from you. It would be better for him to hear it from him anyways. Kirishima smiled gently, his ruby red eyes looking over to your son who seemed very protective over you as he held your leg with a frown on his face. “I wanna take care of your dam, Asahi.” Kirishima clarified to him. “That means that your dam is going to be spending a lot of time with me. Now I know that you are the big masc in their life so I’m asking for your permission to court and look after your dam?” He spoke to Asahi professionally almost as if he wasn’t talking to a five-year-old.

Asahi looked up at you and then back to Kirishima. He glared for a moment with a low almost miniature growl that sounded more like a hum than anything. You gave Asahi a pointed glare. “Asahi, be nice.” You chastised him but he didn’t seem to care much.

Asahi let out a huff as he stepped in front of you. “Okay… but if you eat dammy’s chocolate or hurt them, I’ll bite your knees!”

You had to cover your mouth to stop the laugh that would have escaped you at his threat. Kirishima raised his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile on his face. He nodded his head. “Alright.” He lifted his hands up in surrender to the green haired pup that glared up at him. “I promise not to hurt your dammy or eat their chocolate.” Kirishima promised.

Asahi looked the large Alpha up and down. He huffed in agreement before turning back to you. “I want pancakes.”

You chuckled and nodded your head picking him up. “My big strong boy gets all the pancakes, standing up for me so bravely.” You praised him, littering kisses on his cheeks which only made him chirp.

“Does this mean I can bother Uncle Eiji now?”

You let out a laugh. You sat him down in the kitchen and before you could even respond, Kirishima nodded his head. “Yep. You can bother me all you want to, little man.” He ruffled Asahi’s dark green hair making the pup giggle. You knew that having Asahi here might have made him a bit uncomfortable with the fact that Asahi looked so much like his dad, but Kirishima didn’t show it in the slightest. “Hey Asahi, have you seen one of my crocs? I’ve been missing one of my red crocs for a while.”

Asahi shook his head. “Nope.”

“Huh.” Kirishima scratched his head in confusion. He must have lost it in the move of everything. “It’s alright, how about I get us ice-cream, huh?”

Asahi gasped, his eyes widening with a sparkle. “Ice-cream!” He shouted. He turned to you with wide eyes and a pout, silently begging for permission.

You gave Asahi a pointed look as you went to get everything ready to make mid-day pancakes. You looked over to Kirishima with a look as he took out a tub of cookies and cream and already had a serving spoon held between sharp teeth. He turned to you confused but you couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. Asahi looked at you surprised to see you laughing again. He turned to look at Kirishima. He started giggling too.

Kirishima didn’t get it. “What?” He asked muffled by the big spoon in his mouth. “Is it the ice-cream?” Kirishima put it down on the counter. He motioned to the bucket of ice-cream. “Does he like mint or something?”

“Uncle Eiji,” Asahi giggled. “There’s a spoon in your mouth.” He pointed out to the giant Alpha.

Kirishima tilted his head. “Huh?” That only made Asahi giggle even more. You smiled at the sight, deciding to leave their ice-cream adventures today (although you would have to keep an eye on Asahi now that he knew where the ice-cream was).

When it was the week that you and Kirishima would experience your heat and his rut, Asahi was luckily with his father so you didn’t have to worry much about him. Both you and Kirishima went away for a while deciding to go and spoil yourselves at a resort. It was mostly because of the Bond package they had that provided rooms specially designed for shared Heats and Ruts for couples. It seemed like the perfect decision to leave for there for the week.

When the both of you arrived, having taken a flight to get there, you could tell that Kirishima was nearing his rut. You could tell by the way he refused to let go of your hand and he looked as though he wanted to kill every masc that acknowledged your presence. You didn’t question nor get bothered by his Alpha’s paranoia. You understood it and were actually quite relieved by it.

When you had gotten into your room, thick walls and all, Kirishima let you nest while he made sure you had enough water bottles and premade food to last you the entirety of your Heat and his rut. In truth, you were very nervous about nesting. You hadn’t nested since before the divorce. You hadn’t nested for an Alpha let alone yourself for a while. You just never felt the need to until now. Most of the clothes that was brought by the both of you were mostly for nesting purposes, not like you would wear much clothes anyways.

When Kirishima came into the bedroom he noticed you just finishing off the nest. You sat in your underwear as you chirped happily at the nest you were building. He stayed quiet till you acknowledged his presence, just opting to watch you. Bakugou almost never nested unless he was in a bad heat, or when he gave birth to Kade. It was strange watching nesting. He was unused to the sight of it.

You paused as you looked back at Kirishima who was silent. He had more of an inquisitive look on his face than any negative emotion. You looked up at him with wide eyes, the both of you just staring at each other. You motioned to him. “Shirt.” You pointed at it and then opened up your palm as if telling him to give it to you.

Kirishima chuckled but he didn’t argue with you on it. He took off the clothes that he had on and handed them to you, moving closer to your nest. You chirped in gratitude before finding a spot for each item of clothing somewhere, keeping all the softer items at the top. Once you seemed satisfied you turned back to where he stood, refusing to look anywhere below the waistband of his boxers for the time being even though you were pretty eyelevel in where you sat.

You motioned for him to come closer. “You… you can come check my nest, Head Alpha.” You requested from him, your voice soft.

He looked over it silently as he took a hesitant step inside. You scooted over allowing him space in the nest. Kirishima looked around the nest, finding it almost weird that he was there. That he was allowed inside it. However, his Alpha seemed more than pleased with the outcome of your craftsmanship. It smelled like the two of you. An odd blend but a necessary one nonetheless. It was nice. He liked it. He smiled at you and nodded. “It’s beautiful.” You felt a flush to your neck and cheeks but you smiled, a cute little smile that made Kirishima’s just feel a little more real. “You did a good job on it, thank you. We still have time, we should rest while we still have it.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “I could use a nice nap.”

The both of you settled in, getting used to the feeling of his body while your mind wasn’t drunk on pheromones and sex. He was warm. Really warm and big. You were glad that you took that into account whilst building the nest. Kirishima allowed you to find a comfortable space in his arms. He knew it was going to be a bit of an adjustment for the both of you but it didn’t seem like it would be hard.

Napping was probably the part you loved the most.

However, when Kirishima woke up again, delirious, and tired all he could truly notice was your whining. He opened his eyes looking over at you as you twisted and turned pushing at everything around you because you felt too hot. Needy whines came out of your mouth as you twisted and turned. It was then that Kirishima was hit with the most delicious smell to grace his nose. Sweet slick. Heavy savoury slick that was pooling in your underwear tempting him. He let out a groan, his cock already heavy and aching just at the smell of you.

A louder whimper escaped you. “Head Alpha.” You whispered as you placed a hand on his bicep. Kirishima turned around, caging you underneath him, looking down at you. You were pulling at your underwear trying to remove it to allow yourself to be bear in front of him. You keened and your encouragement was taken well by the redheaded Alpha as he ripped your underwear off your body, throwing them to God knows where. You immediately squeezed your legs trying to get pressure to your glistening sex that was leaking. “Help. Alpha, help.” You begged with tears in your eyes. “It hurts so much.”

Kirishima shushed you sweetly as he moved his forehead against yours. “It’s okay, just breathe.” He whispered moving his hands to your thighs and brushing the inside of them. “Just breathe, I’m here.” He instructed you. He parted your legs, allowing him space between them. Kirishima dragged his finger up your slit making you gasp.

He held down your thighs, keeping you bared in front of him. His pupils dilated as he stared at your sex, dripping in slick and clenching on nothing. Without much thought on the matter, he dragged his tongue up your slit making you moan as you bucked your hips up. With a groan, Kirishima dove in like a man dying of thirst. Every lick and suck making your legs shake and your moans only increase. You were withering underneath him.

The pleasure felt so good and yet also so foreign to you. You hadn’t felt this good in ages and it showed with how sensitive you felt. You felt the knot in your stomach only tighten. You bit back a moan as you turned your head, your thighs shaking “E-Eijiro…” You stuttered.

“Fuck.” He growled against you making you have to choke back a scream. “Cum for me.” He urged, slipping his fingers inside you. Your back arched off the bed in pleasure as you came on his face. You squirmed as he continued to guide you through it. He didn’t stop until he heard you whimpering, trying to close your thighs around his head to get him to stop at how sensitive you were.

Kirishima let out a satisfied hum as he leaned back, licking his lips with a low rumble from his chest. You laid back, trying to catch your breath as your body had a second to relax before the painful twist of your heat came back. Kirishima was already leaking through his boxers wishing to be inside you instead. Kirishima gripped at his boxers, hardening his hands and tearing them off not having the patience to slip them off.

Your eyes fell down his large figure, below deep sex lines. You felt yourself clench on nothing as you looked down at his thick cock. You nearly got scared at the sight of it. He was so much bigger than you thought. However your Omega seemed to greatly approve of him, squirming at the sight of him and releasing more slick at the deep and savoury pheromones he was releasing.

Going against what he normally did, Kirishima kept you facing up at him as he leaned down over you, a hand holding him up above you. He dragged a hand up your slit, taking slick and dragging it over his cock before angling his cock to your entrance. Kirishima looked down at you, his ruby eyes locking with you more pupil than iris. You moved your hand up to hold his intertwining your fingers.

You gasped as you arched your back just as he pushed his cock inside you. A painful whimper escaped your mouth as you moved your other hand to hold onto his torso, dragging your nails over his skin, piercing tanned skin as you tensed. Kirishima growled lowly at how tight your sex was gripping his cock. He pushed in, his cock bullying your cunt, forcing you into the shape of his cock.

Kirishima paused once he heard sniffling. He looked up at your face, noticing more tears than usual as you were crying. “Hey, hey…” He shushed you softly as he wrapped his arms around you, taking you into his arms as he tried to calm you down. A deep rumble came from his chest as he tried to soothe you. “Shh I know it’s painful, I’m sorry I-”

You shook your head. “Alpha don’t want me.” You cried as you kept your eyes closed. You turned your head away from him. “Not worthy. Don’t want me.”

Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows confused, and then it hit him. He softened his shoulders as he understood you. He rubbed your back gently. “I’m scared too.” He whispered by your ear. He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “So scared…” He breathed out as he tightened his grip on you. “But I want you, if you want me. We can be scared together.” He assured you as he kept you close to him

You turned to look down at him, the both of you switching positions, you being on top of him. You looked down and all you saw was fear. He was scared. His ruby eyes filled with so much insecurity it was like looking in a mirror. You gave him a sad smile as you joined hands with him. You clasped your hands with his larger hands. You nodded your head. “Scared together.” You assured him. You hesitated for a moment before moving your lips to his.

Kirishima let out a heavy breath, before leaning up to take you deeper. You hummed as you felt your hips move on instinct, your knees support you as you slowly grinded your hips on top of him. A groan came from the both of you. The feeling of him inside you, felt amazing and something you wanted to savour and yet keep inside you. He moved his hands down to your hips, helping you ride him as you moved up and down his cock.

You moaned as dragged your hands down to his chest, supporting yourself on top of him. You moved your ass up and down as your cunt gripped onto him like a vice. Kirishima groaned lowly, gripping you tighter. With all the strength in your thighs you moved up and down his cock, trying to get everything you could from it. You closed your eyes as you allowed yourself to feel good for the first time in over half a year. This was something you weren’t going to leave up to chance because of insecurity.

You choked on a moan as Kirishima fucked up into you now. Your whines and moans only spurring him in his endeavours of claiming you. You gasped as you held onto his pecs trying to stabilise yourself as he fucked into you hard and fast. “Fuck! Head Alpha!” You cried out in need. “Right there!” Just as he slammed into your cervix did you feel yourself cumming on his cock. “YES!” You shouted up to the heavens in need. Your legs were shaking. You bit your bottom lip as Kirishima fucked you through it.

You tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck towards him. Kirishima’s eyes widened at the gesture. “Are you sure?” He asked you surprised.

You nodded your head. “Please, get rid of him.”

With a growl Kirishima sat up and his teeth were on your neck. Instantly you screamed, the painful tearing of flesh and the burn of your mark being erased and covered with his own. Your nails dug into his skin, red marks being left on his back. Kirishima groaned at the taste of you on his tongue. He dug into the gap between your neck and your shoulder trying to override the claim that Midoriya had on your body. Your thighs were still shaking as he bit your neck. Soon pain became pleasure as you felt your body sink into his lap in submission. You rested your forehead against his shoulder with a heavy breath.

Kirishima licked over the new big mark on your scent gland. It was beautiful and big and it was prominent. He rubbed your lower back supportively. Just as you managed to raise your head off of him, you saw that Kirishima turned his head away from you, allowing you access to his neck. Your eyes widened as you looked to his neck. He held you securely as he nodded his head.

You moved your mouth over his scent gland on his neck. With a hum you used your canines and you bit into him, as hard as you could. A deep growl came out of him at the feeling of his old bond tearing and a new one forming between you and him. Blood trickled into your mouth as you bit as hard as you could into him. Kirishima put his head in the crook of your neck as his body began to shake as emotions overcame him once again. You tightened your arms around him. You let go of his shoulder, licking over the new mark.

Before you could check up on him, Kirishima flipped the both of you so you were back on your back. Without giving you a minute, you felt him fuck into you hard and fast. You moaned as you grabbed onto your chest. Your body jostling underneath him as he pitoned up into you. “Alpha! Alpha breed me! Pup me! Make me yours!” You begged as he growled deeply. He kept you underneath you. You felt his knot press against your entrance, threatening to slip in. You keened, wanting him. You reached up to his face Kirishima closed his eyes, tears slipping out of them. You placed his forehead against yours just as he pushed his knot into you. You both choked back a moan as you felt him cum inside you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you so tight as if you would fly away from him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you both were overcome with emotions.

You felt sobs escape his body as you held him. “Y/N.”

You cried in his arms as you put your nose against his chin. You placed kisses on his head, holding him as tight as you could. You were both tied together, a bond that you both decided to take up and by the way he was holding you, he was begging that you would stay. “I’m here Eiji… I’m here.”

You both spent on your heat and his rut together like that. Wrapped in each other’s arms and holding each other as if it would all be one cruel dream. It was a flurry of mess of emotions, lust, anger and sadness and yet by the end of it, you were both satisfied.

Kirishima held you to his chest, your back against his front as you looked out the sliding door at the setting sun over the ocean. You leaned against him, tired and exhausted from the week you had both just had. You kept a hand over your lower abdomen as you tilted your head up to look at him. Kirishima watched the sunset dip under the horizon with a blank look on his face, before turning to look down at you. You smiled up at him, moving your hand up to his thick red hair.

The redhaired Alpha seemed to ease at the sight action. “How are you feeling?” He asked you softly, a hand rubbing your hips.

“Good.” You replied as you nudged his jaw with your nose softly. You relaxed back into bed as you closed your eyes briefly. “I’m good. I’m going to miss this view though, but to be fair, I didn’t look at it most of the time.”

Kirishima chuckled at your comment. “You don’t have to tell me.” He looked down at where your hand lay on top of your lower abdomen. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

“Hey.” You moved Kirishima’s head so that he would look at you and focus on your face. You gave him a soft smile. “One thing at a time, okay.”

He nodded with a smile as he dropped his head with a breath. A deep rumble came from his chest as he fell back in bed. He pulled you against him. “Sorry.” He mumbled against your skin.

You chuckled and shook your head, silently telling him not to apologise. You turned in his warm arms. “Don’t apologise, Eiji. I get it.” You whispered.

“Thank you.”

The front door opened allowing you to see inside. “Asahi buddy, you’ve got to clean up after you’ve eaten.” Your ex-husband said from the opposite you, talking to one of his son’s behind you. When he turned back around to see you, his eyebrows raised in shock to see you standing at his front door. His green hair was in its normal mess of curls on his head but he looked like how he did when you both first became parents. The tenseness in his shoulders and the slight dark bags under his eyes showed you that much. He looked at you blankly for a moment. “Y-Y/N… You’re here.” He let out softly.

You nodded your head. “Yes. Yes I am.”

He leaned against the doorway. “Sorry, I’m just surprised. You never usually come up to the apartment when picking up Asahi.” He expressed, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he scratched the back of his head.

You motioned behind you to the elevator. “Should I go back down?” You asked him rather nonchalantly.

“No!” He quickly told you. He shook his head. “No, don’t. Please.” He stepped to the side allowing you access into the house. “Come in. Asahi already packed his bags so I’ll just fetch him.” He told you.

You stepped inside the penthouse apartment looking around. The pristineness of it all making it look really luxurious. You were not the least bit surprised considering the two of them were the nation’s top two heroes. “Nice place.” You acknowledge. “It’s really pristine, are you sure children live here?” You teased although it sounded more like a critic than anything else.

“Yah,” He said scratching the back of his head. “Katsuki prefers stuff like this. He likes to keep the place nice and clean. You know how Katsuki is.”

“Unfortunately.”

Midoriya hesitated for a moent. He cleared his throat as he motioned to the side down a hallway. “I’ll go get him.” You raised a hand to stop him. You approached him carefully. Midoriya stiffened as you came closer to him than you have in months. You dug in your bag and pulled out a baby wipe, you wiped his cheek of what looked like chocolate. You scrunched it up putting it in a mini plastic bag that you kept in your bag. Midoriya watched you speechlessly for a moment before softening, that loving look in his green emerald eyes telling you everything. “Thank you.” He motioned to the living area. “You can make yourself comfortable.” He notified you.

You gave him a brief smile before turned away from him. As Midoriya disappeared, you turned your attention to the rest of the living area. You stepped further into the apartment looking around. It was indeed beautiful. Deep in the city an close enough to their hero agencies. It was a rather advantageous place in the city.

As you walked around, something caught your eye. Underneath the dining table was a small… nest? You tilted your head to the side in surprise. A bunch of pillows and a blanket were there. Peaking his head out of the small bundle there was Kane. He seemed hesitant to peak out at first. His crimson eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you. “Aunty Y/N…” He let out in surprise; his voice quiet.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly at the odd sight. From what you remembered from your interactions with Kane, he never nested, at least not on his own. “Hey there, Kane.” You crouched down next to him, giving him space and not interfering with the little safe space he crafted for himself. “How are you?” He shrugged not answering you as he looked down at his lap. You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s up, sweetheart?” You asked him.

Kane didn’t answer you immediately at first. “The pups at school are still mean to me.” He spoke in a low voice.

“The pack pups?” You asked him in slight surprise.

He shook his head. “No. They’re all still nice to me. Aunty Momo packs extra tinkies in Sonomi’s bento for me and all the others try to play with me whenever he can.” You smiled at the sound of that, glad that the pups didn’t stop being friends. His chubby hands fiddled with one another. “But they can’t play with me all the time the else the other pups in class get mean to them too for being with me. The others call me mean names cause they say what happened between you and Uncle De- I mean… dad, happened because of me.”

You shook your head. “No, no it’s not because of you, honey.” You sat down next to his little nest. You took his small hands in your own and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Your sire and I…we-”

“I know it has something to do with Poppa.” He told you, his eyes down casted as he spoke. “It’s okay, you don’t have to hide it.”

Your heart broke for the little pup in front of you. “Yes but that’s adult problems. You don’t have to worry about all that.” You assured him. “Listen honey, I know it hurts what the kids say, but you’ve got to tell your teacher about it. Okay? What does your dam say?”

Kane wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “He just told me to tell them to stop and be strong, but Y/N…” You noticed small tears come to his eyes as he bit back a crippled whine. “I don’t like being strong.” He whispered shaking his head.

You frowned and offered him a hug. Kane pushed himself off his pillows and moved to wrap himself around you. Small little distressed yips escaped him as he held onto you. You rubbed his back with a soft comforting purr from your chest, trying to be supportive and comforting to him. Midoriya walked into the room but paused at the sight of you and Kane. He stepped back for a moment not wanting to interrupt. He noticed that Kane was down and tried his best to talk to him but Kane didn’t seem very eager to talk so he gave his pup some space. Midoriya was glad that he could at least seem to talk to you.

Kane pushed himself back. Rubbing his eyes. You quickly pulled out a tissue from your bag and wiped his nose helping him. “Thank you.” He said softly. He reached back amongst the pillows and pulled something you never thought you would see him hold. In his arms was a huge croc, too big to be his own and was blood red. He handed it over to you. “Please give this back to Daddy.” He whispered. “I took it without his permission, so tell him I said sorry. Poppa said I can’t keep it anymore.”

You took the croc from him and put it in your bag. “Okay,” You smiled. “I’ll give it to him.”

“Kane.” Instantly the pup tensed as he looked up past you. You turned your head to see walking through the entranceway in all his glory was Bakugou Katsuki. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his pup. Kane shrank back. Bakugou put one hand on his hip as he dropped his work bag on a nearby couch. “What did I say about nesting under the dining table?”

Kane lowered his head. “Sorry, Poppa.” He apologized with a soft mumble.

Bakugou let out a soft breath. He motioned for him to get out of the small space he was under. Kane carefully crawled out, moving to stand next to you, away from his nest. Bakugou motioned to the nest with a well-manicured fingernail. “Clean it up, Kane. You know that Poppa doesn’t like messes.” Kane nodded his head slowly, doing as he was told and carefully taking a pillow into his arm. He was about to waddle away to put it back where he found it when Bakugou stepped forward and took the pups face in his hands. He looked over the smaller version of himself. He frowned. “Were you crying?” Kane didn’t respond. “Go wipe your face, Kane.”

Kane nodded his head. “Yes, Poppa.” Without another word, the little blond walked away to put the pillow back on the couch.

You furrowed your eyebrows before you turned to look up at Bakugou. “You didn’t have to do that Katsuki. He feels comfortable under there.” You pointed over to the dining table.

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he looked back down to you. Smokey red eyes looking down at you with such superiority in them it almost made you sick. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows and stood up off the floor. “I’m just here to fetch Asahi.” You told him.

He let out a hum as he looked you over. Then something caught his eye.

“Sorry guys,” Midoriya said as he walked in with Asahi. “Asahi lost one of his shoes, we had to find it.” He expressed as he held hands with the small five year old. “See you later, bud.”

“Bye Daddy.” Asahi smiled up to him, before turning and running into your arms. “Dammy!” He shouted.

You chuckled as you opened your arms, accepting him into your arms with a laugh. “Hey there, Asahi.” You smiled broadly. “You enjoyed your time with Dad?”

He nodded his head. “Yep. Let me just go say bye to Kane.” He told you, leaving your embrace to go to the pup that was busy holding a blanket in his arms and moving it back to his room.

“Y/N…” You turned towards the blond Omega who stood where he was. He furrowed his eyebrows. “You sure move on fast.” He stated motioning to the week old mating mark on your neck. It was then that Midoriya noticed it. The large mark on your neck that wasn’t there last time he saw you. It was clearly new and fresh and made something stir inside him as he tensed his jaw.

You motioned to him. “So did you.” You stated. “Faster than me, actually.” You reminded him with a smile.

Bakugou smiled venomously. “Who’s the lucky Alpha?”

You looked to Asahi who was giving Kane a hug, saying something you couldn’t hear. “Does it matter?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. Luckily, just in a nick of time, Asahi came walking back over to you, taking your hand in his. “Ready to go?”

He nodded his head. “Mhm.” He told you.

Midoriya had turned his attention to Kane, having offered to take the blanket back for him. He waved a hand to you with an absent minded smile.

“Uncle Eiji!” Asahi shouted as he entered the house with a smile.

Kirishima chuckled as he looked at the little green haired pup. “Hey there, little man.” He put a hand to Asahi’s curly hair. “Have fun at your dad’s place?”

He nodded his head. “Yup, I made macaroni art at school!”

Kirishima laughed. “Alright, how about you go drop your bags in your room, okay? Then we can play Monopoly.” With a happy cheer, Asahi raced upstairs making you laugh as you closed the door. Kirishima turned to you with a smile. “How was it?” He asked as he leaned against the counter of the kitchen.

You put your bag on the counter. “It was alright. They seem to be doing good for themselves, I assume.” You told him as you went to wash your hands in the sink. You grabbed your apron and wrapped it around your waist.

“How’s… how’s Kane?”

You turned to look at Kirishima. He looked to you very concerned for the blond pup. You eased as you walked over to him, leaning against him. “He’s… he’s struggling.” Kirishima’s eyebrows furrowed even further. “The pups at school are making life hard for him.” Kirishima was silent as he thought about it. It worried him and yet he knew there was nothing he could do. He had no right or stance for that pup and yet it hurt hearing that he wasn’t okay. You moved to fetch something out of your bag. You handed it over to him. Kirishima looked down and his eyes widened in surprise. “That’s from Kane. He apologized for taking it from you.” You put your head against his shoulder. “He misses you.”

Kirishima raised the croc closer towards him in surprise. He frowned. “Kane…” He whispered.

“Kane.” The little blond pup looked up from where he sat on his bed. He held a little dinosaur in his hands. Midoriya smiled as he looked into the room. One bed was done neatly and left untouched in the room. Asahi’s. Midoriya stepped inside with a decorated box in hand. “This came for you, bud.” He placed it in front of him. Kane’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He pulled the gift closer towards him, looking over it. He moved it around. “Do you need help opening it?”

“Where’s Poppa?” Kane asked looking up from the gift. “He said he would be back to give me a bedtime story?”

Midoriya opened his mouth to speak but hesitated he shrunk back slightly. He let out a breath as he took a moment. “He… he wanted me to tell you that he got into a last minute meeting at work and he won’t be back for a story tonight.” Midoriya watched the disappointment play on Kane’s face as he nodded his head, understandingly. Midoriya frowned, knowing that Kane needed someone. He hesitated thinking back to his schedule. He had a lot of paperwork to do and before this whole fiasco, you would always handle Asahi before bed giving him a moment to say goodnight to Midoriya before putting him to sleep. Midoriya looked at his watch before looking back at Kane. “Hey.” He smiled broadly. “I just gotta make a quick phone call and grab something. I’ll be right back, okay buddy?”

Kane nodded, as he watched Midoriya leave. He was left once again alone in bed with his nightlight on. Wiping his eyes, he pulled open the wrapping paper of the present. It was a shoe box. Kane tilted his head to the side as he looked over the box. On the top of it, there was a written note for him.

To: Kane

So that we can match.

-E.K

Kane tilted his head to the side confused at who E.K was. He opened the box and moved the paper to the side. His eyes lit up with a gasp. Looking up at him was a pair of red crocs with a bunch of little buttons for him to put on the holes. Kane smiled brightly as he lifted one of the crocs. When he put it to his nose he noticed that the smelled just like his dad. That’s when he remembered what E.K stood for. He smiled down at the box before closing it quickly. He lifted his head, noticing the footsteps in the hallway. He pushed all the wrapping away and put the box underneath his bed before quickly getting back within the covers.

Midoriya peaked back inside. “Sorry about that Kane, I had to make a call to my PA real quick. But which one do you want to read?” Midoriya brought up two story books. “The Red dragon and the prince, or the Green Bunny pastures?”

Kane furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before looking up at Midoriya. “But why, don’t you have work?”

“Yah but… it can wait for one story.” He told Kane as he moved over to sit on the bed near him. He smiled gently at the blond boy. “Besides, these stories are much more interesting than boring paperwork.” Midoriya stuck out his tongue and shook his head. “That makes me sleepy just thinking about it.”

Kane let out a soft laugh at the gesture. Midoriya smiled watching him ease slightly. Kane pointed to the green one. “The green rabbit please.”

Midoriya grinned, a dimpled smile. “My personal favourite.”

-Glitch1d

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uuhhhhmm hi!! i was wondering if you’d be up to write a (smutty?) story about rose the hat!!! nothing specific but (i assume) you kind of know how rose is… and maybe incorporate that in the fic? and the whole steam thingy? yeah…

anyway! have a great day!!

[Hi! Thank you for the request! I really leaned into her more sinister qualities that were explored in the book, specifically her fascination with blood. She is a dark character, so this fic is reasonably dark. ]

The Debt

Rose the Hat x f!Reader (NSFW- RATED EXPLICIT)18+

Summary: Returning to the windy city was always a trip Rose dreaded. Not for the drab blocks of concrete, but for the memories that lingered. A child she’d let get away, a meal that had escaped her. The cost of that lapse. What happens when the familiarity of the city converges with the familiarity of a touch?

Warnings: Dark themes (threat of bodily harm, threat of murder, depictions of post-murder situations, etc), graphic sex (oral R receiving and giving, 69, penetration via fingers R receiving, breast worship giving, near smothering of R, light spanking receiving, blood kink, brief bondage, biting), !! Dub-con/coercion !! [Moments of straight M/F interaction between Rose and Crow, allude to nudity, brief touching, but not any more graphic than the novel itself described these interactions.]

A/N: Once again, this fic is not indicative of my moral code, I would NEVER condone someone pursuing a similar relationship, especially if the themes of dub-con/coercion are in any ways similar or amplified. *To be reasonably true to the characterization of Rose is to understand that she is an evil person and wouldn't show up to your door with a bouquet of flowers and a home-cooked meal.*

Word Count: 3.669k (hehe 69)

Rose hated Chicago. Chicago meant traffic, smog, disorder and weird looks. Traditional caravans sailed right by the town, so driving through it with the True Knot's troop of motorhomes would be both a nightmare coordination-wise, most certainly drawing unnecessary attention. The Knot camped out in a trailer park, using cars to drive into the city while a few stayed back to ensure the safety of their caravan; prime members slept in hotels in the city. Rose and Crow were assigned to a suite, sharing a King bed and a bathroom. Sleeping in a hotel meant access to a shower and larger amenities, but the wide open spaces bothered Rose. She preferred the coziness of her Earth Cruiser over the opportunity to shower at any given moment.

"Rosie, whatcha got on your mind?" Crow asked, chest bare, lounging in the bed after their coital affair.

Rose snorted, tits out and unashamed. Her hat was set off to the side, hair tousled from their passion.

"I hate Chicago, that's what's on my mind."

Her lover nodded, trying to remain considerate, but he was really focusing on the curve of her breasts.

"It's temporary. We'll get the kid by the end of the week. And in the meantime..." he smirked, reaching to bring her in closer.

Rose rolled her eyes, playfully swatting away his advances.

"As if you were hard again." she protested.

"What if I was?"

Rose reached down. He was flaccid, predictably so. They hadn't fed in a while. He was like any man in his mid-50s, capable of lasting one round, needing a little blue pill to sustain an erection for longer than a few minutes.

"We need to eat." Rose grimaced.

She got up from the bed, walking into the large shower. She was tired. One look at herself in the mirror and Rose saw just how weak she was getting. They needed that kid. Her crow's feet were growing more pronounced, her belly sagged, so did her breasts. Cellulite littered her thighs, and her upper chest had that ugly scaly look that developed in older people exposed to the sun. It was unbearable. She turned the light off and showered in the dark.

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It was done. The little girl with the braided pig tails was limp in front of Rose; the child's body had given up. Normally she'd be feeling extra frisky right now, leaning into Crow's advances as he felt her up under her bloody shirt, but she just felt hollow. Giving out cleanup duty was easy. Crow pressed on the child's chest, pushing the last bit of steam into the metal cannister. Rose cut off the friendship bracelet the child had on, tying it around the cannister. Crow sensed something was off, and he followed her into the Earth Cruiser. She put the cannister away, looking up at him with vacant eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Rose walked into the bathroom, using the reserve water to fill the sink, stripping her clothes off as she washed away the blood.

"The kid. The one we lost ten years ago."

Crow sighed.

"The one that disappeared after we followed her into Joliet?"

Rose nodded, lost in her own thoughts.

"I want to borrow your truck, head into the town. I need a night for myself."

Crow frowned. Rose only ever went out alone in dire circumstances. She was upset, and it perturbed him.

"That can wait 'till morning, let's spend tonight-"

"No." she cut him off. "You have a hallway pass, go fuck someone else tonight."

Now Crow knew something was off. Rose was possessive, unreasonably so. If he so much as looked at another woman, he'd hear about it eventually. But offering a hallway pass unprompted? Something was up.

"Rosie, stop. We're going to talk about this." Crow planted his hands on his hips.

"No, we're not."

Rose pulled on a fresh pair of clothes, jeans and a sweater. The topper came with her, obviously. Crow attempted to block her as she left, but he was only a few inches taller than her. With the top hat she had the odd ability of appearing a head taller than everyone atop of her 6' frame.

"Move."

Rose exited the cruiser, Crow's keys in hand. She jumped into the vehicle, speeding out of the campsite. She had one destination in mind, one person in mind.

"Alright you little snot." Rose fumed, focusing her attention on an energy signal she'd been trying to pinpoint for the last decade. "You want to play games? Don't you know what you cost me?"

For the first time in decades, Rose was speeding. The True Knot never violated traffic laws. It drew attention, but in Rose's current state of mind, pushing 80 on the highway was the only reasonable balm to her anxiety. Through the midst of her anger-fueled aggression, she felt it. A little sensation, a prick of energy so damn familiar it made her stomach flop. She slowed down, pulling into the far right lane, focusing her energy on that little bubble of energy.

"Oh honey, you're still here, huh?" Rose whispered. "(Reader) was your name, wasn't it? But that's not what we called you, little minx. You're a Pandora's box."

Rose drove through the suburbs of Joliet, drawing closer and closer, running Crow's gas tank down to the last quarter. It didn't matter, she was close. The little buzzing in her head continued, until finally it was unbearable. Rose grinned, pulling off to the side of the road in front of a cute little red brick house. She didn't do anything, not yet at least. Instead, Rose adjusted the rings and bangles on her left hand. Left for receiving, various 'lucky' charms she'd collected. The right hand she kept bare. It was her dominant hand, she liked it bare. That and it was the 'giving' hand. She didn't need any sort of energetic enhancements, more likely hindrances upon her.

"You're alone in that little house, Pandora." she smirked.

Creeping toward that house like a wanted visitor, Rose waved to a few neighbors who were walking about. The only malicious element that could even tickle the minds of observers was that hat. Tipped at that weird angle, barely hanging onto the crown of her head, like a poorly perched bird. Rose reached for the knocker; she didn't need to try the doorbell to know it was broken. A soft click as the door opened.

"Well, hi there." Rose smiled.

You didn't have time to fasten the dead bolt before she'd forced herself in, towering over you and pinning you against the nearest flat surface.

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She'd tied you up. The deranged woman with the most certainly semi-cognizant hat had tied you up on your childhood bed.

"Who the fuck do you-"

"Shut up." Rose demanded, slapping her hand over your mouth. "You're gonna listen, you're gonna stay quiet, and if you scream I will sew your mouth shut."

She moved around the room, closing the curtains, locking and barricading the door. Nothing was going to interrupt this, no one was going to stop her from getting that revenge she'd been dreaming of for a little over a decade.

"Three True died because of you." Rose sighed, settling on the bed in front of you. "They starved. We were all starving, but they couldn't hold off. And you? Look at you." she snorted. "What are you, a teenager? No, you might even be in your twenties. I've forgotten how old you were when we were tracking you."

The heinous monologue ended there. Rose pulled out a pocket knife, focusing on digging out the dried blood she hadn't gotten out underneath her nails.

"Are you a cannibal?" you asked, quiet.

Rose snorted.

"I mean, sort of. We don't eat flesh, but we eat. And you... God, you would have been tasty. Now you're grown up. Age ruins all the goodness of steam, it spoils, tastes rotten."

You swallowed, staring up at the woman with the knife.

"So by not being able to find and eat some part of me... People died."

"Not people, dear. True Knot, my family. The most important people alive."

Rose's personal fable was inherently narcissistic, unyieldingly ignorant of the world around her.

"So you're better than me because you eat... Kids?"

Rose rolled her eyes, grabbing your face.

"I'm better than you because I'll live for centuries. The oldest of us have seen empires rise and fall, we've seen society advance, society crumble, all of it." she whispered. "We are the chosen few, the best. You're... A rube. A stupid, forgettable little tick."

She seemed awfully presumptuous, you thought. But your small judgements were out of place with the extreme fear that clouded most of your higher processing abilities. The animal brain was clawing out from it's cage, and you knew that this meant the odd things would start happening. Ever since you were a kid, it had been the same. You were normal, happy, unbothered, and then once someone put you in a corner, it was like something out of a paranormal movie. The ropes at your wrists got loose. Then the ropes at your feet. They were spinning out, moving with every rapid beat of your heart. But your telepathy was no match for Rose's abilities.

Blinding white pain filled your head as Rose pressed two of her fingers into your left temple. Hands reaching up inside your head, hands clawing and tugging at the animal bit of your brain, shoving it down, pinning it into a corner. It was brutal, and it left you groaning from pain.

"Naughty little thing. But talented, so talented. Telepathy? At your age? God you would have been tasty. Maybe you still are..."

In your state of wooziness caused from Rose's rape-like invasion of your head, you hadn't noticed her reaching for the pin off of her hat. And then that pin was being pressed through the flesh of your clavicle, hitting the hollow skin there. It stung, badly. With a horrid scream, vapor sprung from your lungs. The woman inhaled it readily, her eyes flashing bright blue. And then she sputtered. She removed the pin, coughing and hacking violently.

"You taste... Disgusting." she winced, her face screwed up in disgust.

Blood trickled down from the wound on your collarbone.

"God I need to get that taste out of my mouth, it's like spoiled milk." Rose complained, looking around the room for something to rinse out her mouth with.

Her choices were scarce. Half-stale soda, water, (which wouldn't do a damn thing), or... Now that would do.

"Mnm." Rose smiled, licking the blood from your clavicle away.

Her tongue was revoltingly wet, and it stung where she licked you. Rose's face was screwed up in a light smirk, watching with interest as your body reacted against your ever-rational mind. Her tongue was soothing, and there was a degree of sensuality to her movements, the way she leaned down, rolling her tongue slowly over the wound. She was straddling you, a hand on your shoulder, the other behind your neck. And the tongue continued to work, the papillae of her tongue drawing a light friction over the wound. It was... Arousing.

"Did I tell you that you could touch me?" Rose smirked.

Your hands were resting on her back, drawing unconscious patterns.

"... No."

Rose chuckled at this, nipping lightly at your neck.

"You're enjoying this... Twisted little girl."

The bite went straight downwards, causing your pelvic floor to clench involuntarily.

"I'm not. Well, I am, not because I want to-"

Rose's lips crashed against yours, tongue immediately pressing through your lips as you gasped. Claiming, tasting, exploring. She coaxed your tongue out slowly, her hand cradling your head, massaging gently.

"Give me your tongue." a voice sounded in your head.

It was feminine. You obeyed, sticking it out. Rose's lips enveloped the muscle, sucking wetly. The result was immediate. Your hips twitched, your core clenched, and you let out a desperate moan into her mouth. Rose let out a low hum of approval, continuing to suck your tongue in and out of her lips, imitating oral sex. The suggestion was arousing, and when you pulled away, the look on her face said it all. Rose was pleased. She knew she was sexy, she knew what she was doing was hot, and the fact that you were confused, horny and scared, all against your will, it only served to pad her ego.

"Poor thing... Are you worked up?" Rose crooned, stroking your sides. "Tell you what... I'll make it better, but then afterward you and I are going to brainstorm a way to work off your debt."

Your words caught in your throat. You didn't want to owe her anything, that would be very bad, but you had a feeling that it wouldn't matter what you decided. She'd laugh if you told her you didn't want to fuck her, and probably fuck you anyways. But then again, to make the best out of a bad situation... Who would blame you?

"Mhm, you'll come around." Rose hummed, licking a stripe up your neck. "And it will be reaaaaal good."

Your hands were resting on her back again. She didn't scold you this time. She took the topper off, setting it to the side. Her hair was a little frizzy, but it really didn't matter. She looked like a fallen goddess either way. Her hands reached for the hem of her sweater, pulling it off. Pert, large breasts jiggled with the movement, unencumbered by a bra or other garment. You wondered why you hadn't noticed it before. Rose wondered why she was wasting her best window of performance on a rube.

"You like what you see? Oh I know you do." Rose smiled, resting her elbows on either side of her face. "Kiss them. Give them the attention they deserve."

You obliged, angling your head up to kiss one of her nipples. Tentatively at first, and then a little surer. Rose pulled down your bottom lip, silently beckoning you to open your mouth. She pressed her nipple into your mouth, sighing in delight as you obediently swirled your tongue around the areola.

"Beautiful. A little suction, not too much, I'm not a cow." Rose sighed.

Adding increasing levels of suction, you stopped when Rose let out a low moan, her hips bucking against your stomach. You alternated swirling your tongue and sucking, drawing the sweet noises from Rose's mouth.

"The other side now, my other girl is feeling left out." Rose breathily gasped.

As you swirled and sucked the other nipple, she reached up to pinch the previously worshipped breast. Her hips twitched erratically, and judging by the increasing frequency of her little gasps and moans, she was getting more aroused. Finally she pulled back, her nipple sliding out of your mouth with a wet plop. Rose pulled at her jeans, sliding them down her knees and onto the floor in one swift motion. Whether she took off her panties at the same time or was never wearing any, you couldn't be sure.

"Stay put." Rose ordered.

You leaned back against the bed. She put a knee on either side of your face, lowering herself as she spread her labia open. The sight was both daunting and arousing, her inflamed clit pulsing angrily amidst the pink strip of her inner labia. You opened your mouth as she lowered her entrance over your mouth.

"Lick." she breathily moaned.

You licked a stripe up from entrance to clit, tasting her for the first time. It wasn't anything pungent or otherwise remarkable, but it was good. She fisted her hands in your hair as she rocked against your tongue, pushing her clit into your nose.

"Stick your tongue in, fuck me with your tongue." Rose rasped.

Obeying, you punched your tongue in and out of her hole, catching her secretions with your tongue. Rose moaned emphatically, continuing to grind her clit over your nose.

"That's it, just like that..." Rose praised. "Pull me against you."

Grabbing her thighs for support, you pressed her down into your mouth, alternating between licking stripes up her labia and fucking her with your tongue. Her moans grew louder and more emphatic, pressing her clit into your nose until your nostrils closed, preventing your ability to breathe. She worked faster against you, riding your face with reckless abandon, either unaware or unconcerned with your lack of air. In a last ditch effort to prevent suffocation, you pistoned your tongue in and out of her earnestly until she let out a howl of pleasure, squeezing her thighs over your face.

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"Hey, wake up!" a voice echoed, muffled and unclear.

A sharp sensation, someone shaking you. Things came into clarity, bit by bit. Rose was over you, shaking you and slapping your face. She came into focus slowly, her face flushed.

"Fucking finally." she swore.

Arms pulled you up, stripping you of the sweaty shirt that clung to your breasts. You weren't wearing a bra, who could blame you? It was midnight on a fucking Tuesday. Or Wednesday, you guessed.

"Are you awake now? I'm not done with you."

You frowned, still adjusting to being awake after nearly suffocating to death between the woman's thighs.

"Naughty thing. Lay over my lap, I'll get you awake again."

You groggily obeyed, breathing steadily. Rose's hands caressed your back gently, pulling your pajama bottoms down. You were still uncomfortable, although your arousal had significantly dulled following you passing out. Her hand caressed your panty clad bottom, squeezing and pulling the flesh expertly. You let out a soft hum of contentment.

"Wouldn't have been a bad way to go, you know." Rose teased, continuing to knead your buttcheeks.

You gave an unconvinced hum in response. Rose let out a low chuckle, giving you a playful smack on the rear.

"Let's try this again. This time you can be on top, huh?"

Rose helped you up, after taking off your panties of course. She laid upon the bed, and you moved to straddle her face.

"Nuh uh. Turn around, the other way."

You obeyed, facing her legs.

"Now lean down. Hold my legs open, that's right, princess."

Princess. The name felt more intimate than the other titles she had given you, most were insulting. You found yourself looking forward to tasting her again. Her clit still remained engorged, and you busied yourself with licking at it as Rose drew her hands back and forth over your thighs.

"Pretty pussy you've got." she crooned.

A sharp bite to your inner thigh. It shocked and aroused you, and your core clenched involuntarily. Rose gave a low chuckle at the sight.

"Is she this wet for me?" Rose cooed. "Might need to have a taste."

Her tongue parted your labia, circling your entrance. Your hips bucked into her mouth, and she smacked your butt in jest.

"Naughty."

To make up for your unintentional disobedience, you leaned down, spreading her labia and exposing her engorged clit to your tongue. You circled it a few times before pulling the hood back, sucking softly. Rose's reaction was immediate. She groaned, kneading your thighs tenderly.

"Mhm. Good girl."

Her tongue returned to your entrance, licking lazily, occasionally rolling over your clit. Enough to stimulate, not enough to really please. It was infuriating, but you doubled your attentions in the hopes she would reward you. Taking her clit in your mouth, you sucked it, drawing it back and forth between your lips like she had done earlier with your tongue. Rose moaned, letting out a few words that you didn't understand, a foreign tongue. Then her mouth was at your clit, her tongue drawing steady circles over the nerve. You felt her thighs clenching, and you held them open as she reacted accordingly. Her mouth abandoned your clit, and she moaned out, her hips thrusting against your mouth. Then her mouth was sucking violently against you, two fingers roughly penetrating you. But just as her orgasm subsided, just as a familiar clenching began in your abdomen, she pulled away.

"No!" you whined.

A harsh smack cracked over your ass.

"Shut it."

She pushed you to the side, sitting up. She used your shirt to wipe the mess off her face.

"If you want to come, you'll crawl over here and ride my fingers."

Much to your utter dismay, (and deep humiliation), you saw the truth in her eyes. Crawling into her lap like a discarded puppy, you winced as the pushed two of her fingers into you once more. But that was were her roughness ended. A hand encircled her waist while her thumb rolled gentle circles over your clit.

"Put your arms around my shoulders, princess."

The soft praise and gentler look returned to her eyes. She smiled softly at your obedience, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck.

"You've been good... I suppose I should reward you."

Her fingers moved gently in and out of you while her thumb moved in that soft pattern. It was good, a gentle stimulation to push you up to a gentle climax. You had the feeling that if she wanted you to squeal in pleasure, she'd do so, but this was an allotment, not a reward. Her kisses on your neck turned into soft, tender bites, matching her tone. A slow build up to climax began, and you wrapped your arms tighter around her.

"I.. I'm gonna-"

"-I know you are. Now moan my name, 'Rose'."

You felt your lower muscles slowly starting to clench, and you let out a soft whimper.

"Rose!" you obeyed, feeling your pelvic floor clench and unclench erratically.

It was fulfilling, but not by much. In truth, you'd been most stimulated when you were pleasing her, a truth that made you aware of a darker truth. Rose was toying with you. She wiped her hand off nonchalantly, putting her hat back on. With that one action, she went from uncommitted lover to sinister debt-collector.

"Now. About that debt."

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A/N: This is really just a one-shot, I don't see a part two or continuation, but I would be more than happy to write a similar story or use a similar template to create a series. Feedback is always welcome. :)

#rose the hat x reader #rose the hat x you #rebecca ferguson x reader #rebecca ferguson x you #rose the hat smut #rose the hat x reader smut #rose the hat x you smut #lesbian #lesbian smut #doctor sleep #rose the hat #flanaverse

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Handprints

Title: Handprints Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader Prompt: 41. "You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching." Warnings: smut, spanking, dom Rhea, sub reader Minors DNI, 18+ R WC: 1167

Dom's engagement party was never going to be a calm affair. You knew that something would happen, especially once you heard that his parents had accepted the invitation Dom's fiance extended towards them. That was why there had been extra security hired by Rhea, who wanted everything to be perfect for Dom's big night. Damian and Finn had personally gone out and vetted the security guards themselves while you helped Dom pick out a nice suit for the night. Everything was lined up to be absolutely perfect, up until Rhea had taken a look at the guest list for the night.

Austin Theory had been one of Dom's friends from the Performance Center, and even if they weren't on the same show, they were close. Rhea didn't personally have issues with Austin, but he was public enemy number one whenever you were around. To most people, you and Rhea had been together since forever. She had been your girlfriend before either of you signed to WWE, but whenever you had been released in 2018, you left with an invitation to join some friends in Japan. That stint had been short-lived as AEW started to secure its roots and find its footing to air. Whenever you had returned back to America, Rhea had ignored you, but Austin had reached out. For the next couple of years, you had been Austin's girlfriend, a time that Rhea liked pretending never happened despite it being a big part of the two of you getting back together.

"I can't stand that asshole," Rhea grumbled as she turned away from Austin at the bar. He was on the dance floor with Dom, something that Rhea normally would have laughed at. You knew why she was being so serious, but it wasn't like she owned you. Austin had asked if he could dance with you whenever the DJ had played your song, and you had accepted because you and Austin were just friends. Rhea didn't seem to care about that, all she cared about was the fact that Austin had put his hands on your body for all the world to see. Nobody else got to touch you in public except for Rhea.

"No, you don't. You're just jealous and acting like a baby about it," you teased. Rhea glared at you as she took a sip of her drink. You pressed a kiss to her cheek before sauntering away towards the dance floor again. You shared a dance with Dom and several pictures were taken by his parents, who had always kind of assumed that you would have ended up with him. Rhea knew that, but she didn't seem to care about your friendship with Dom like she did your one with Austin.

Rhea sat back seething as she watched you from the bar. Usually, you would have been a bit more careful, but for the members of Judgement Day, the party was continuing. You knew that Damian and Finn had all sorts of stupid shit planned for the rest of the weekend. There wasn't really a good opportunity for Rhea to do something about this during the weekend, and you knew that she didn't like to hold onto things for more than a couple nights. She thought that long-term punishments were ridiculous. However, you did not count on her whisking you away during the party to deal with you.

"We need to talk," Rhea said as she pulled off of the edge of the dance floor. You let her drag you over to a more secluded table. There weren't as many people over in the corner, but there wasn't a single spot in the whole party to be completely alone.

"What's your deal?" You usually would never have went forward with such an attitude, but you had been having a good time with your friends before she pulled you away from it all.

"You're my deal. You keep acting like a brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching," Rhea said. You knew better than to see it as a threat. Rhea had gotten handsy enough in public for you to know that she wouldn't think twice about actually bending you over her knee in public. There would probably be at least one or two people around who would think it was a joke anyways.

"I'm not doing anything. The point is to have a good time," you told her. Rhea gave you a dangerous look, one that you knew was the last warning. You stormed away from her and went back to the dance floor. Rhea stayed in the corner watching you the whole time, which didn't go unnoticed by you. You made sure to make a show of letting Austin and other people put their hands around your waist. It was mean to toy with Rhea like that, but you weren't in the mood for playing nice. Rhea sat back and let you do what you wanted to, which had sort of taken the fun out of messing with her.

"Ready to go?" Rhea asked you. You nodded as you tucked yourself under her arm. The air around her was a bit tense, so you tried your best to subtly calm her down. However, once you got out to the parking lot, you realized there was no use. Rhea spun you around so that your front was pressed against the car when the two of you got to her parking spot. "Did you think that I wouldn't notice all of that shit you were doing back there?"

"I-I knew you would," you stammered. Rhea nudged your legs apart as she ran her hand up your thigh. The skirt of your dress started to ride up a little as her hand moved, but still kept you partially covered. Rhea's fingers pressed against your cunt through your underwear. She let her hand rub back and forth against you, occasionally pressing her middle finger a little harder over your clit. Rhea listened to each of your moans and gasps to gauge how far along you were. She let you get used to the feeling of her hand pressing against you when it was removed to deliver a swift smack to your ass. "Fuck!"

"Shut up, you wouldn't want someone to come out here. I told you this would happen, and you didn't listen to me," Rhea reminded you. There was something in her voice that made your knees so weak that you were leaning against the car for support. Rhea waited for you to brace yourself a little better before delivering the next couple of spanks to your ass. The fourth one hit your pussy instead, and Rhea covered your mouth with her hand when she gave you that one. "Let's get out of here, the party's just about over anyways. I'd hate for one of the boys to catch you like this, you've paraded yourself around for them more than enough tonight."

#my writing #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #wwe x reader #wwe

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The Ring

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A/N: Hey Guys!!!! Sorry this is so late, I've been super sick since Christmas and i just now been able to finish this.

Here's Pt.1

TW. Yelling, Swearing, and my usual angst

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As you walk towards his office, your heels softly click on the tile floor. You'd have to be deaf and blind not to see or hear what people are saying, the office goers whispering behind folders and sharing knowing glances. The news of your partner's affair broke that same morning he came in; he thought he was so fucking brilliant, had everything planned out, and how he was going to get away with it. Well, little did he fucking know that the paparazzi were following their every damn move. The paparazzi took pictures of them at that club, him driving her hold, her pulling him into her house, him grinning the whole time, him leaving early that morning. His PR team is scrambling, begging you not to speak to news outlets and gossip blogs, reaching out to you once they have a script.

You glance at his secretary, who gives you a pitiful smile before nodding for you to go in. You push open the frosted glass door, finding his office lights out, blinds closed, the office phone off the hook, his face on his desk, shoulders shaking. "Bakugo?" you gently brush your knuckles on the door frame; he doesn't pick his head up. "I told you extras not to fucking bother me." You shut the door quietly behind you and sat on the leather chair in front of his desk. "I thought you might've wanted to talk about what you did, " you spoke softly, bearly over a whisper.

His head shoots up at a neck break speed, startling you; he breathes your name as he scrambles out of his seat and rounds his desk. "Oh!" is all you can say as he throws himself at your feet in a deep bow, forehead pressed to the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm so so so so sorry," he mumbles, his fingernails digging into the carpet under him. 'Now what?' you thought to yourself; you would come in here, degrade him, demand an explanation, then dump him, but seeing him like this? Groveling at your feet, it broke your heart even more.

"Bakugo," you spoke, reaching down to touch his shoulder "NO!" He looks up at you, eyes bloodshot from heavy crying, still full of tears, face red and blotchy, and swollen lips "Please don't call me that, please!" You pause for a moment, considering it, before caressing a hand on his face. "Bakugo." "Oh god, no, please!" He sobs, pressing his face into your hand, scared you might pull it away. "We need to talk."

He nods slowly, sitting up on his knees; he wipes his face with the back of his hand before shakingly standing up. "Yeah…yeah, we do" He leans on his desk for support. The two of you sat silently, unsure of what to say. "I feel -" "I know that-" You both stop and stare at each other; you throw your hand over your mouth as you begin to laugh, and he smiles and chuckles himself. "God, I'm still bad at this." "You've always been bad at this." Your laughter slowly subsides as the reality of your situation dawns on the two of you again. Right.

"I…" He starts, eyes refusing to look at you as he plays with his hands, tracing the scars. "I think- I know," He corrects himself "That we…Can move on from this." "Move on?" You question, folding your arms across your chest and leaning back in the chair. "Move on how?" "I mean," he clears his throat. "I mean, I want us to do whatever we can do to stay together."

You throw one leg over the other, tilting your head to the side, sneering at him. "And how would we do that?" He pushes himself off the desk, falling to his knees in front of you, grabbing your hands. "I would do anything. Therapy, I'll do it, I was stupid, and I have no excuse for what I did." His voice cracks as his red eyes well up with tears "I-I want to wake up next to you every morning without any regrets; I want to hold you without any reservations, I…" He pauses, lips quivering "I bought a ring two months ago." You snatch your hands away from him, wide-eyed "What?"

He stands, moving behind his desk, opening the middle drawer, and pulling out a small velvet box, pushing it across the desk towards you. You look at him, then the box, then back at him, silently asking him if this was some sick joke. "My…My mom went with me to pick it out; the two of you were the same ring size, so…" He trails off. You reach for it; the fabric tickles your fingertips as you open it. You gasped; it was a beautiful golden ring wrapped around a blue sapphire and a red ruby. "I remember how you'd compare us to that stupid gem show you watched back in high school."

Your heart tumps against your chest. Why? Why now? After all these years, why did it take him putting his deck in someone else to make him decide? Tears stream down your face; you slam the box shut and chuck it at his chest.

"How DARE you?!" he fumbles to catch the box, and you scream at him. "It took you fucking someone else to want to marry me!?" His eyes widen as he clutches it to his chest. "No! No, no, no, no, no, I - no, That's not what I'm trying to do!" He rakes his hand through his hair. "I-I'm trying to say that I love you! And I fucked up. I fucked up, baby, But I want to fix it." He looks at you with pleading eyes "You don't have to forgive me, but please, let me try to fix it."

You sat there quietly, going over your options in your head. "Therapy." You finally spoke; you wiped your eyes with the back of your sleeve. "Therapy, we'll see if we can make this work." He grins. "I will." You nod. "I'll see you at home."

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[thegreymoon]

Mo Ran is so gay it isn't even funny.

Now, this is just my opinion and I realise other people have their own interpretations, but this whole episode is super telling to me of just how unreliable his narration is about having tons and tons of sex with people of both genders in his previous lifetime. He's just so... oblivious. None of this reads as a man with a lot of previous experience with many different people. He did not pick up on her flirting with him at all. Sure, he did have a lot of insane sex in his past life, but as the book unfolds, it becomes very clear that most of that sex was with Chu Wanning. At best, there were only a handful of other people he was involved with, and one was a prostitute he was paying, while the other was his wife whose relationship with him was also transactional.

I know people argue that he is bisexual because he married Song Qiutong, but when we actually get her POV on their marriage, it turns out that they had unenjoyable sex only a handful of times, at least one of which was him taking her from behind and very much imagining that it was Chu Wanning in her place. There are plenty of gay men who end up married to straight women (and vice versa) for whatever reasons and none of this makes them any less gay. He also identifies as a 'cut-sleeve' himself at one point, so he doesn't seem at all confused about his sexual attraction to men. Later on, when we finally get his unaltered POV on his life in the brothel, it comes out that he considered the girls there as sisters at best, never as sexual partners. The only other named sexual partner is Rong Jiu, who is male, and I can buy that there were possibly other people who looked like Shi Mei that he was with under the influence of the cursed love spell, but there was never any real attraction there, which is why some argue that he is attracted only to Chu Wanning and would still be attracted to him regardless of gender.

But I think that this is also not true. He definitely was obsessed with Chu Wanning from an early age, which makes it hard to see what his preferences would have been if Chu Wanning wasn't in the picture, but that chapter when he finally realises his feelings also reveals that he does have a type, which he never dared to think about before because he thought he was unworthy of having a choice. However, Chu Wanning fits this type to a tee, so it's easy to run away with the idea that he is shizunsexual and that Mo Ran's attraction begins and ends with him.

With that said, we do get confirmation later on that he does find other men attractive, in particular, Jiang Xi. It's just that he never has the space or the inclination to do anything about it because of his preoccupation with Chu Wanning. In the extras, when Mo Ran misunderstands Xue Men's relationship with Jiang Xi and thinks they are having a love affair, in his unfiltered Taxian-jun state, he is full of approval because he personally finds these powerful, beautiful, prickly, emotionally unavailable older men to be the height of attractiveness. If Chu Wanning hadn't been in the picture, Mo Ran would have definitely been attracted to Jiang Xi or someone similar. Even Ye Wangxi, whom he also fixates on, fits this type (except for the older man bit because I understood her to be only a few years older than Mo Ran). The fact that she turns out to be a woman also cannot be used as an argument for Mo Ran's bisexuality because she very much presents as a man throughout the book (but whether or not she actually identifies as one is debatable).

In short, Mo Ran does have a type of man he is attracted to and it is definitely men that he likes, regardless of his few dubious and very unsatisfying dalliances with women. While Chu Wanning definitely fits this type of ideal man, there are other men out there whom Mo Ran finds attractive too, it's just that he is too unhinged about Chu Wanning to actually do anything about it. Also, I very much doubt that Mo Ran was nearly as promiscuous as he makes himself out to be because he reads as very oblivious when it comes to sexual relationships in general. Even with Chu Wanning, who was right there and about to pass away from sheer horniness that he couldn't even begin to disguise, Mo Ran was still going, "Shizun is so pure and virtuous!" 🙄

(I'm not going to get into the whole Shi Mei situation and how badly he misread him every step of the way too, but that is because his brain was so badly mangled by him that he really stood no chance on that front until it was entirely too late.)

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[megamindsecretlair]

Substance

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI., multiple uses of derogatory names and daddy kink. You are in charge of your own reading experience! Intentional use of AAVE. Porn without plot. Cursing, PIV, fingering (fem receiving), derogatory language, possession kink, size kink, all consensual. Sorry if I miss any others!

Summary: Tyrone has to set you straight since you don't know how to stop running your mouth.

Word Count: 2,189k

A/N: I have no excuses for myself. Like none, at all. I get to writing and I just can't help it. Somebody take this keyboard away from me! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: @planetblaque @dayjlovesromance @henneseyhoe @amyhennessyhouse @melaninpov @wakandas-vibranium - hope this is okay!

“Tyrone just came in,” you friend whispered in your ear and you rolled your eyes. 

“So?” You asked. 

“He’s heading right for you.” You rolled your eyes again. If it were possible to roll them further, you’d be a circus attraction. You sucked your teeth and examined your nails.

“Ain’t nobody worried about that muthafucka,” you said. 

“That right?” A deep, masculine voice said off to the side. 

The whole room seemed to whip their head in his direction. The kickback was a cozy affair with only people from the block. You all had been growing up in the same building your whole lives. Rare when you lived in the hood. Most days, it felt like none of ya’ll would ever get out. It was cadillacs and rap music for the rest of your lives.

So, that meant that everyone knew all about you and Tyrone’s fucked up relationship. When you weren’t fighting, you were fucking like jackrabbits. 

Tyrone stood in the doorway and stared at you. He wore a black T-shirt and black sweats. You stared back into his warm brown eyes. Out of all of the features you loved on Tyrone, his eyes always held a special place in your heart. 

Your friends all looked between you like watching a fucked up tennis match. 

“Bye, Tyrone,” you said. 

Your friend caught your eye and raised her eyebrows. Yes, you were really talking to Tyrone like that. 

Tyrone laughed. “It’s ‘bout time we talked. Let’s go,” he said.

You crossed your arms and legs on the couch and looked straight ahead. You looked like a petulant child but you didn’t care. The balls on this muthafucka. 

Smoke hung heavy in the air as joints were abandoned in people’s hands. Beer bottles were halfway raised to someone’s lips. They were all staring at you. Even Tyrone. 

“No, Tyrone. Fuck you,” you said. Your friend gasped and moved away from you. You scrunched up your face at her until she nodded towards Tyrone.

His nostrils were flared. He licked his lips and chuckled. He bent down to you and got close to your ear.

“You had your little show. Get that ass up right muthafuckin’ now,” he demanded. 

He used that tone. You glanced at him. He was pissed. He grabbed your arm and pulled you off of the couch. The tension broke in the room as he waved his hands at his boy across the room. The music turned up louder and the guys in the room started talking loud and getting everybody to hype up.

Oh shit. Oh shitshitshit. You were in deep trouble. Still, you clung to your rage. You had to let him know that you were sick of his bullshit. Sick of the games. Sick of the lying.

He pulled you into the nearest room. The hallway was dark so it looked like he was taking you somewhere nefarious for a second. He pushed into the room and turned on the light. The harsh light was extra bright due to your comfortable buzz. You squinted as he locked the door behind you.

He pushed into your back until you were pinned against the counter. You couldn’t turn without hurting your neck. You looked at him through the mirror.

“Tyrone, what the fuck?” 

“What’s this I hear about you wantin’ to leave me alone?” He asked.

“Boy, move!” You tried to push back against him. But he didn’t move an inch. He ground himself into you and you felt his hard bulge. Fuck, he was so big. Your pussy clenched just thinking about how deep he used to get. 

He gripped your braids and pulled your head back. Your neck was exposed. He bit your neck, hard. You cried out and moved against him. 

“The fuck I tell you? This ain’t never going anywhere,” he said.

“Fuck you, Tyrone. I’m sick of this back and forth shit. I’m tired,” you said. You hiccuped around the word ‘tired’ and you looked away from him in the mirror. 

“Baby, how can I prove that it’s no one but you,” he said. He used his free hand to lift up your chin. 

“I’m tired of these hos using you to hurt me,” you whispered. 

“Stop listening to them! Listen to me. I’m your man. I take care of what’s mine. And I know that sexy ass pussy is missing Daddy right now,” he said. 

Desire  flooded your panties as he talked. You wanted to look away from him but his hand was still in your hair. 

“I’m done, Tyrone,” you said.

He kissed your neck and you arched your back against him. He leaned forward, putting more pressure on the counter on your stomach. You cried out.

“Stop sayin’ that shit. This ain’t never goin’ anywhere,” he said. He nibbled on your neck while looking at you in the mirror.

“Say that shit back and quit playin’. Say it and I’ll treat you real good,” he said. 

You cried and rubbed your ass into his thick cock. Your resolve was weakening quickly. But you had to keep your eye on the prize. He had to see that you two were going to rip each other apart.

“Baby, we need to stop doing this,” you said. “We can’t keep hurting each other,” you said.

“You just have to trust me. Trust me. Trust your man. Trust my word over these airheads,” he said. 

He went back to kissing your neck. His hand left your hair and went to the hem of your short dress. He drew it up until you took it off completely.

You went without a bra and Tyrone stared at your titties. He rubbed your breasts in his capable hands. His fingers squeezed your nipples and you bit your lip to keep from moaning.

It had been too long since he touched you. And yet he still knew all of the things that drove you insane. 

“Trust me,” he said. He used his right hand to move his warm hand over your stomach and down to your panties. His fingers dipped inside and he hummed in the back of his throat at how wet you were.

“See how much she misses Daddy? Trust me.” He began to play with your pussy, dipping his long fingers into your dripping cunt and then pulling out to play with your clit. He rubbed the little nub faster and faster until you were standing up on tiptoes.

One hand rolled your nipple back and forth and pinched it occasionally. His other hand used the thumb to trace circles on your clit while pumping into your faster and faster since your arousal was gushing out of you. 

“You know you miss me. Stop fightin’ me all the damn time. You know that I’m the only one who knows how to take care of you,” he whispered in your ear. 

You moaned because yes, he was the only one that knew how to get you off. Before Tyrone, there was only one other guy who knew how to get in your guts. And his ass was in jail for life. You really didn’t want to have to kiss so many frogs in order to get to someone else that could touch that deep pit inside of you.

Every time Tyrone entered you, it was like filling up your spirit. He was made for you. He was the perfect match. “Sometimes, you make me so damn angry,” you managed to say while he twisted his fingers over your clit.

“That’s because you get ornery and shit when you ain’t had this dick,” he said. He rubbed his crotch into your ass and you bit your lip.

“Look at yo ass in the mirror,” he said.

You rolled your eyes until you could focus on your image. You looked halfway to ruin. Your braids all went different directions and fell across your body. Your titties were still being tended to by Tyrone. He looked like some dark god behind you out to corrupt you. 

“You need this dick to set yo ass right. All you do is run that damn mouth,” he said.

His fingers slipped out of you and cried from missing them. His hand moved from your nipple and you sighed at the release of pressure. He kissed your neck and then your back. He trailed his hands up and down your sides, over your breasts, and then down your thighs. He kissed down your spine. He put two fingers under your panties and pulled until you stepped out of your panties.

He kissed and bit on your thighs until he stood up and used his leg to spread yours wide. You felt him move behind you as he pulled his sweats down and freed himself. He slapped his long dick against your pussy and you cried out.

You were tense and ready to come. “I can’t help it when I miss you,” you whined.

“Nah, you got a foul ass attitude. That shit stops, you feel me?” He asked.

“Yes,” you said.

“Yes what?” 

“Yes, Daddy. I swear,” you said. You’d agree to sell your soul to satan himself if it meant that you’d finally get Tyrone back inside of you.

He ran the tip of his dick through your slick folds to coat it in your juices. He grabbed your ass cheeks and spread you open so he could see himself go in.

He probed your entrance and you cried out as you felt him go in. You raised your eyes to the mirror and saw his head thrown back with a word hovering over his juicy lips. 

He worked himself in with shallow strokes. He’d go in as far as your slick would let him and then he’d pull out completely. He continued to do that until he worked all of himself inside you.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy. Missed. This. Fuckin’. Pussy.” On every word, he thrusted harder. Your hands gripped at the counter but you couldn’t find anything to hold on to. You just had to stand there and take his dick and his deep strokes.

“Fuck, fuck Tyrone,” you whined.

“That’s it. You know Daddy takes care of his pussy,” he said. “Don’t you?” 

“Yeah,” you said.

“Yeah? Fuckin’ act like it then. Soak this dick, then,” he said. He stopped talking and started stroking like he was getting paid for it. He leaned over you and pulled you down on his dick by your elbows. 

The wet slap of his thighs on your made your desire pool low and painful in your belly. “Tyrone, fuck,” you cried.

“Mhm, I don’t wanna hear that shit. I wanna hear you cryin’ on this dick. I wanna fuck the attitude out of yo sexy ass,” he said. 

“Oh god, oh god,” you said.

“God’s not welcome here,” he growled in your ear. You came instantly. You flooded his dick with your juices and cried out, calling his name.

“That’s it. Let everyone know who this shit belong to,” he said. The others in the party knew you were getting your guts rearranged right now. They probably heard you screamin’ his name. And right now, you didn’t give a fuck. 

“Fuck,” you said with a broken sigh. 

It was Tyrone’s turn to speed up inside of you before coming. He stuffed you full of his cum. He continued to fuck it deeper into you. He kept going so hard, that you knew his exact dick shape was imprinted inside of you. His cum was going to be leaking out of you for hours.

Tyrone huffed above you before slapping your ass. It jiggled and he slapped it again. He kept slapping the same spot until that spot was on fire. You reared up.

“That’s for the fuckin’ attitude and backtalkin’ me. This ain’t never goin’ anywhere,” he said.

He looked at you in the mirror. You nodded. “Nowhere. Me and you, Tyrone,” you said. 

You couldn’t keep fighting him and this. You needed him inside of you. You needed him to give you exactly what you were craving. You needed him like a crackhead needed drugs. He was under your skin. He was the dust in your bones and the air in your lungs. 

Tyrone pulled out and you both groaned as his head passed through your pussy. He kissed both of your ass cheeks before he squatted down and pulled your panties up. You shivered from your wetness and his cum mixing together.

“Hold that shit in. I’ll teach you another lesson at my spot later, so go in there and be good for me,” he said. 

You groaned. “I can’t, Daddy,” you said. There was no way you could act normal while you felt his cum slip out of you.

He swatted your cheek again. Then he pulled you flush against him. “You will. Understood?” He asked.

You nodded. He helped you slip on the dress. He turned you around and kissed you deeply, passionately, as if one wrong move and then you would disappear. It was an unexpected moment of sweetness that brought tears to your eyes.

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[peachymilkandcream]

My Husband, My Monster|Part 3|William Afton x Wife!Reader

(A/N: We're getting a bit more into the Yandere-ish side of things now, I think it's obvious this is going to be a shorter series than something like Break Me Slowly but I still hope you all enjoy! This will be the first smutty chapter so please please please read the warnings before continuing! Also if you're not listening to FNAF songs while reading what are you doing? I'm listening to Stuck Inside while writing this. But hey if anyone wants I'll make my FNAF playlist for this fic. Comment below to be added to the taglist <3)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, power imbalance, age difference, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes, yandere behaviours, domestic violence, misogyny, violence, William’s a warning himself, etc.

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So far everything had been going well, an independence had been suiting her well clearly. It had only been a week since William had found her an apartment of her own but she was thriving. The parents had apparently chewed her out, disowned her, and then left without any more of a fuss. Their move had gone on as planned, but just without their precious daughter. Just as well, the last thing he needed was them poking around, especially since she was college age and didn't need her parents bossing her around like a child. That was his job.

This work really suited her, she was great with kids, a quality that was extremely important to him. However William was more interested with how she would interact with their own children. Something he should probably get started on.

Originally his goal had only been to sleep with the newest employee, but if he was honest, he longed for a family of his own. Everything about Henry made him incredibly jealous, he wanted everything he had, and that included a wife and kids. Although he was realistic and knew he didn't have the time, with a business to run, how could he spend the time trying to find someone, and then dating, followed by the messiness of in-laws, weddings, and legality. The whole affair was a waste of money, surely shortcuts could be made.

Which is what brought her into his office that day.

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"You needed me sir?" She peeks her head in the crack of the door, it was later in the day, it was the just the two of them left in the restaurant.

"Yes yes I did, come in and have a seat why don't you?"

She does as instructed, staring at him curiously.

"I'll cut right to the chase." He leans back in his chair, making his posture seem nonchalant and relaxed. "If I'm being brutally honest, while you're a great worker and an asset to the team your regular hours just don't cover the cost of your pay and your rent."

Worry flashes across her face. "What can I do to make up the rest? I can take on more hours-" She offers.

"No no, don't worry about that. I have better idea for you to make up for the extra."

"Oh right, just tell me and I'll do it."

She was too easy, all of this was too easy. Her friend wasn't kidding when she said she wasn't the smartest person. Better he was the one pushing her around rather than someone else he reasoned.

"Come here and I'll show you.."

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Convincing her to suck his dick had been easy, all it took was telling her that this was common and that she shouldn't question it but also shouldn't tell anyone else about this. The little nymph took the no questions seriously and knelt in front of him, her eyes growing big at the size of him. William figured this was undoubtedly her first encounter with the opposite sex, which benefitted him greatly, the idea of teaching her how to please him and only him made his dick twitch in her eager mouth.

Her gag reflex was terrible, but that could be trained out of her. In his experience, just forcing her down to the base was the easiest way. She'd force her throat to relax or choke, he didn't care much either way. What mattered for him was his own satisfaction, how long it had been since had been with someone he couldn't remember, time was never on his side.

"Watch the teeth." He hissed, grabbing a fistful of hair and dragged her off of him. "Can't you open your jaw any wider?"

"I could try- it's just starting to get sore-"

William bit back a sarcastic retort, the last thing he wanted was to scare her off now after all the effort and money he had put into molding her into a perfect woman. "Don't worry about it, there will be time enough for that in the future." He forced a smile to his face, helping her to her feet. "Just bend over my desk for now."

Nervousness seeps into her expression. "What for-?"

"You don't think just that was enough to pay for your rent do you? Prices have gone up, everything's more expensive. Besides, I'll make it feel good for you."

She bends over the desk, her uniform pants unbuttoned and hastily pushed to the floor. Her panties were lacy, predictable, and pink like her perfect pussy.

A large grin spreads ear to ear on William's face, when was the last time he'd taken a woman's virginity? It had been too long. Way too long. This girl was fresh out of college and naïve to the world, any respectable man would think her consent was too dubious to proceed.

But William wasn't a respectable man.

His fingers slid up and down her folds, making her whole body twitch when he brushed over the clit. Her body was reacting to him, becoming wet with each touch, soon making everything glisten with arousal. Despite everything William was a nice enough man, and didn't want to hurt her too much that she'd refuse to do this again with him, so her comfort was important. He slowly stuck a finger inside her to see how wet she had become. The gasp was audible when he initially pushed it in, no doubt his fingers were bigger and thicker than hers so just this felt better than and pleasure she'd tried to give herself in the past.

A second finger was added, making her writhe and grasp the desk more firmly. She clamped down on his fingers hard, eager and hungry for something more than just his digits.

Who was he to deny her?

The initial contact made him shiver, it had been too long, how he had missed this feeling.

He made sure to take it slow, it would be painful at first, but she would get over it. Besides, even as he broke through her barrier her body continued to suck him in eagerly. She wanted this, all of her screamed with how much she wanted this.

William never really cared about protection, he always figured if a girl ended up pregnant it was their own fault, it couldn't be his, which is why he took no precautions before pounding into her. The pause between the initial stretch and his soon set pace was small, this was about urgency, in case that nosy prick Henry came snooping back around for anything. The last thing he needed was Henry warning the girl to stay away from him, all of this would have been for nothing.

His speedy pace made him climax quicker than normal, however he didn't bother to pull out, merely painting her insides with a smug smile of pride. She hadn't cum, but there was time for that, from the way she had moaned and gripped onto the wood for dear life he knew she enjoyed it.

When he was through with her he straightened his pants and tossed her the key. "When you're through be sure to lock up." With that he left her there, shutting the door behind him after taking another look at her ruined state.

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Their little arrangement went on for a few months, whispered moments of passion, hiding behind Henry's gaze so nothing would come in to question.

She was getting better at following what he wanted, catering to his whims and desires. Every day he looked forward to being with her, bringing her into his office and leaving the day fucked out of her mind and dripping. He was flying higher than he had ever been, everything was going his way and nothing could bring him down.

"William...? I don't know how to say this...I...I'm late-"

And things were just going to keep going up.

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[beanghostprincess]

Transfem Buggy anon here to drop a silly valentines idea-

1) don't worry too much about speeding through asks, sweetheart, you're doing fine. Take your time and do your thing at your own pace. Anyone has an issue with it? I'll fight em 😤

2) IDEA TIME

So imagine Buggy getting absolutely SMOTHERED in valentines days gifts - from friends, underlings, allies, secret admirers (she thinks they're all fake or lies), and her partners of the year.

She and Alvida do a Self Care Self Love event (maybe include Uta and Perona bc smth about them being so supportive of Buggy coming out as trans and just so easily slotting her in to girls night makes me soft).

Ritchie wears a special Valentine's Day bow, and he gives extra lion licks to his favorite people. He doesn't quite get the whole concept of HOLIDAYS beyond that it makes his humans so happy and silly and so he too is happy and silly. Lion loves.

Mohji and Cabaji, every year, make Buggy a gift for Valentine's. She gives them little gifts too, but theirs aren't conventional - they were there from the beginning, and so they've seen the best and worst of each other. They're besties your honor.

After Impel Down, Buggy wakes up on Valentine's to a MOUNTAIN of cards, candies, stuffed animals, flowers, and balloons. Maybe half of them are signed. It's a long ass affair to organize them.

When she starts dating Crocodile and Mihawk, they hadn't seen the Karai Bari Variant of Valentine's Day. Needless to say, when they wake up and walk with Buggy to get breakfast, they are both BLINDSIDED and BAMBOOZLED by this veritable TON of gifts. Buggy just sighs. "Guys. Really?"

"WE LOVE YOU, CAPTAIN BUGGY!!!"

"I can't eat all this. Okay, line up, I'm passing out candies at random. Consider this a treat before breakfast."

"CAPTAIN BUGGY IS SO GENEROUS AND KIND!!!"

"I- ya know what, sure, whatever. I haven't had coffee yet. I don't feel like arguing."

Crocodile and Mihawk though are surprised when she offers them a soft smile and... two boxes? "Open them when you want to, boys, no rush."

She gets a delivery later on in the day, a crate with a blue rose painted on the top. She huffs. When asked, she shrugs it off. "Shanks is still being a damned sap."

He sends her presents as often as he can - with a relatively ser address for Karai Bari, she is more easily accessible, which makes him go a little overboard. In the crate are her favorite candies (ghost pepper flaked dark chocolates), soft stuffed animals, new clothes, a dress, flowers and silly trinkets. ((And maybe a little treasure map he made just for her)).

Buggy would give thoughtful gifts - smth for Croc's bananawani nursery or specialty cleaner for his jewelry, new seeds for Mihawk's garden he mentioned wanting once in passing or new cording to rebrand Yoru's hilt, etc.

She also ties her hair up on holidays, puts on an apron, and joins the cooks in the kitchens. Cooking is smth she's good at, if a tad embarrassed by, but baking if her favorite thing to do. It's like chemistry and showmanship mixed together, two of her most favorite things. Getting the chance to indulge in it is smth she rarely lets herself have, but she makes exceptions for certain days.

And if Mihawk and Croc, knowing this by that point, pooled together to get her her own supplies to indulge more freely in their shared space, away from prying or attentive eyes, well...

Valentines Day isn't exactly a cliche on their little handmade home, but the sentiment, the intention, the love is there.

((And if Buggy just so happens to send a few batches of Shanks' favorite cookies to him a week after the day, well, he'll treasure them!!!

Until he eats himself sick, that is.))

1) Thank you <333 That's really sweet 😭🧡

AND THIS IS ALL AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A bit late to Valentine's Day (sorry, really akjjddnjk) but I absolutely adore it. Buggy loves Valentine's Day and the thought of everybody getting her gifts and also enjoying the holiday on her island is so cute,,, Everything is perfect and tbh, after coming out as a woman is even better because she's finally able to do it as herself. I think she wanted to do it really bad when she was a kid.

Her crew is so silly,, And having a whole day with Perona and Alvida makes her feel so loved,, Crying and sobbing. Also, Crocodile and Mihawk aren't used to celebrating these things, so now that they're with her they're surprised by how much they enjoy it. Not the holiday itself because in general it's extremely annoying and they do not want to be there with all this drama-- But they do like seeing her happy and giving her gifts <333 Why have mafioso-looking boyfriends if they aren't going to shower you with gifts, you know? And also, they're losers for her, which makes it better.

#i love cross guild being cute it lives in my mind rent free #everything about this is amazing thank you #one piece #buggy the clown #cross guild #transfem buggy

[kisses-from-crows]

Random Campbell Bain Headcanons

(chapter 7 is currently a 5k word inconsistent mess but i can give you this so, ehhh? not sure if these make any sense but in my brain they make perfect sense)

-this mf LOVES halloween

-he will spend will weeks thinking up a bunch of overly complicated costumes

-he spends WAY too much money on halloween decorations (i want you to picture Campbell Bain with adult money….)

-he has gotten tangled in those cotton spiderweb things a million times

-he always gets really enthusiastic about carving pumpkins but doesn’t have the patience to do the super complicated designs. always manages to cut off bits he didn’t mean to cut off.

-has a tradition of smashing the pumpkins to bits in the first week of november. (he likes this part more than the carving)

-will literally beg to get his nails painted and then will IMMEDIATELY smudge them, everytime, without fail

-settles for coloring in his nails with sharpie

-scarily good at mario kart, like frighteningly good

-likes to watch the muppets when he has depressive episodes

-had an intense cowboy phase as a child, until he went to a petting zoo and discovered he’s deathly afraid of horses

-the type of person to go radio silent for weeks or spam you with 50 memes and 12 songs in a matter of an hour. (there is no in-between)

-will respond to an important text two days later with a link to song and nothing else

-has a MASSIVE sweet tooth

-and has absolutely ZERO self control with candy, will down an entire bag of marshmallows (he prefers the mini ones) in a single sitting.

-noticed that Eddie had started to sneakily take his candy so he started keeping secret stashes hidden in various places

-eddie will find a stash and throw it away, only to turn around and see Campbell munching on a king-sized snickers, just gloating

-is ace spec but constantly makes dirty jokes, partly for shock value partly because he finds it hilarious

-very touchy, doesn’t get the whole “personal space” thing

-insists that he loves scary movies and then will go to bed with all the lights on after

-finds a pair of shoes he likes and then wears them every single day until they fall apart, then refuses to throw them out

-his closet is full of converse held together by duct tape and a dream

-is the biggest baby about being sick. this mf will get a tummy ache and just start rolling on the ground whining about “this is the end, get my affairs in order, tell Eddie i love him”

-toes the line between being the dream/nightmare blunt rotation. he has the most entertaining monologues but he’s using the joint as a talking stick and accidentally ash’d in the water cups twice now

-not allowed to smoke anymore because it messed with his bipolar and he didn’t sleep for 4 days straight

-can’t cook for shit, regularly burns soup. is banned from using the oven after The Incident™️

-won’t explain to anyone what The Incident™️ is

-if you ask Eddie about it, he’ll just say “he knows what he did”

-rumor has it that it involved makeshift shrink-i-dinks

-visits Fergus’s grave at least once a month. sets up a blanket and just talks. tells him everything that happened since he came last. what the rest of the crew is up to

-always leaves some sort of bit or bauble for Fergus

-got very upset when they would go missing, until he realized the local crows were collecting them

-now he brings some food and an extra toy for the crows, they’re good friends now

-one of the crows always flies down and hangs out next to him, so Campbell is convinced it’s Fergus

okay that’s all i’ve got for now! (sorry had to make it just little sad at the end)

#campbell bain #campbell bain headcanons #taking over the asylum #this likely makes no sense #but who cares

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: M6 planning their wedding with MC

My silly little sequel to this post:

M6 when MC calls them their husband/wife/spouse

~ I have snagged a few pinterest aesthetic ideas for some visuals. Yes they look like stock photos. Unfortunately the image limit is ten so some characters only have one. Let the chaos of Vesuvia's cutest couple begin! ~

Julian

Lights. Action. DRAMA

He spent the six months leading up to the event writing and rewriting all of his lines so he could be completely memorized and off book for the big day

He wants to be perfect for you, enough said

Will also write your lines for you if you request it. He doesn't mind either way, as long as you say "I do" you've been perfect

So many people want to come that the merchants at the south end marketplace agree to clear the square to celebrate

You end up having to do less planning than you expected to. Everyone loves Julian and is quick to volunteer their services

Nazali is thrilled to officiate the ceremony

Julian will admit to having dreamed of this day for years. If you have strong preferences he will prioritize them, but if you're okay with it he'll be delighted to plan the whole thing

As someone who wears layers of leather for the aesthetic in a Mediterranean climate, he will wear black and red to his own wedding

The ceremony is elaborate without being drawn out. He fumbles once or twice but the way he delivers his vows leaves everyone in tears from the combined humor and love

The party lasts through the night. There's drinking and wild dancing and dramatized reenactments of your story so far

He held onto his life for you, and now he gets to promise it to you. He's so happy

Asra

They might be a chill person, but they are still extra. Just take a look at their hat

Happy to leave you in charge of the logistics, all his input is on specific details

Wants to get married on the best day of the year for commitments but isn't worried about the weather at all

Faust is central to the ceremony. She is the keeper of the rings (if you go for that) and will happily stand in for a scarf if you choose a handfasting ceremony

Somehow the Arcana's Magician agrees to officiate. You don't know how that happened

You send invitations to all of the friends that Asra has made during their travels and they're surprised when they actually plan to show up

Selasi is a guest of honor, of course

Aisha and Salim are very happy to share wedding traditions from Zadith (their home country) for you two to incorporate

Things that Asra has preferences on: his outfit. The number of pranks he's allowed to play on the guests. Having good music to dance with you. A meaningful ceremony. All of the colors and magic in his decorations. Honeymoon destination.

Things that Asra is happy for you to decide: catering. Guest list. Venue. Drinks. Budget. Your outfit. Order and type of ceremony

They will help you every step of the way. You've had their heart for years as it is

Nadia

She will ask for your input. But she is planning this wedding

Her last wedding was described as a "drunk Vegas drive thru" and she wants to do right by both herself and you

She wishes she could officiate herself, but she can't, and she doesn't want to ask any family members (though they are all invited to attend) and it starts to look hopeless

Until Valerius offers. He's somehow perfect

The whole affair is about seven different events, exquisitely planned, with multiple outfit changes, ceremonies, and caterers

She will adjust the schedule according to your natural energy levels, but she doesn't do things halfway. She will marry you for the whole world to see

Has ideas for all of your outfits but prioritizes what you want to wear. As long as you make free use of all the tailors and materials available to you

Natiqa and Nasmira arrive early to help wrangle political guests and logistics

Portia is her maid of honor and Chandra acts as messenger owl to coordinate different locations

Lucio is preemptively banned from crashing the reception. Thankfully he doesn't even try

This is the day of her dreams and she gets to call you hers in front of all of Vesuvia. Her eyes are full of joy, despite the stress

And she's really excited for your honeymoon

Muriel

Getting married sounds like a better and better idea the longer he sits and thinks about it. As long as it's with you

Correction: Especially if it's with you

Asra volunteers to officiate as soon as he tells them about it

He wants something small. Something quiet. Something short, sweet, and to the point. Something with under ten people

Unfortunately, after playing a leading role in saving Vesuvia, half the town knows of him personally and adores him. And you.

And both of the heroes? Getting married???

You do a good job of not letting it slip at first, but Nadia mentions it to Portia, who tells Julian, who tells the whole South End

The compromise you make is that the original ceremony will remain as planned. Nadia even classifies the event as a state secret so no one finds out the place or date

After you return from your honeymoon, Nadia will arrange for a public holiday and festival that serves a double purpose to celebrate the marriage. All you two have to do is show up

The ceremony is a simple handfasting in a sacred part of the woods. There are more creatures and sprites in attendance than humans and it's perfect

Needless to say, Inanna is the star

The festival is actually fun for Muriel. He's not alone anymore, and it's wonderful

Portia

Everyone knows Portia. Everyone loves Portia. Everyone owes Portia a favor (lovingly) and is happy to contribute

Mazelinka insists on officiating. From the prow of her boat

It's going to be a big crowd of people, but the good news is that Portia loves the ocean and the docks and beach have lots of space

It's a town effort - the palace chefs and bakers happily volunteer to cover the food, most of her friends play instruments, and Aunt Tasya has resources to spare

You end up planning for an efficient mid morning ceremony and afternoon and evening celebration around a massive bonfire with music and drinks

Rainy days are spent with a notebook and pencil brainstorming ideas together

Pepi even behaves when Portie wrestles her into the biggest bow collar yet

Being an ambassador, she doesn't want to let her wedding get political, so she only invites personal friends from overseas

Nadia has granted you permission to take the boat to the islands for your honeymoon

The ceremony is sweet and casual. Portia's vows are a patchwork of her humor, mischief, and favorite love poems

Julian does his best at a shovel talk. Nadia does a better job. Mazelinka puts them both to shame: "If you hurt my girl, the Devil will seem merciful next to me."

Portia's just excited for this new adventure

Lucio

It takes some time before either of you are ready. Partially because he has a bad track record with keeping his promises, and partially because your friends are cautious

However, he will manage to prove himself worthy of you and eventually even earn Asra's (reluctant) blessing

There is some discussion on where to get married. He's not keen to celebrate in the Palace and revisit his days as Count

But he wants a party. He wants a good party. He wants the best party

He doesn't care about the ceremony as long as it results in you calling him your husband

You decide to keep things relatively simpler and get married in one of the temples in the temple district

To your surprise, Nafizah not only vouches for you but requests to officiate. It means things are oddly traditional, but Lucio doesn't mind because it means he's doing things properly

The party is a little harder to organize. He's not warmly welcomed in Vesuvia yet

This is where you get to see all the ways his life has changed: Lucio sent invitations to every person you two have helped and befriended on your jobs

You set up a big tent in the field behind the Palace and guests pour in from far and wide

It's not the most lavish celebration, but it's genuine and full of love and a new beginning

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #arcana brainrot #the arcana brainrot #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[changedmyminditsnicehere]

I finally wrote and posted the rugby smut on AO3 and then was promptly so busy I did not have the time to sit down and put it on tumblr, even though I wrote it for tumblr. Anyway, I have successfully written 3k of mostly meandering about the logistics of post-team-sports showers and a little bit of sex. It's my first ever time trying to write something smutty so please be gentle with me

Inspired by @softest-punk and @janimoon, and their genius thinking on rugby shorts and Hob's thighs, thank you and I hope you don't mind me tagging you!

EDIT: Here's the AO3 link as well!

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People assumed that, given his fashion and career choices, Morpheus was a chaotically artistic person. The opposite could not have been more true. At all times, Morpheus was meticulously considering and planning how he might respond to any potential situations that might arise. That these situations and his responses might not be what the average person planned for was not his problem. 

However, Gods alone knew how, he had neglected to prepare for his current position. As situations went, it was far from the most complex he had ever considered; nothing quite so difficult as the corners he had written himself out, or dilemmas he had put down on the page which had made many of his readers take to social media to yell at him directly.  It was not that it was even that unusual a situation. If he was being honest with himself, Morpheus had fantasised, repeatedly, about this exact moment for approximately five years, so in truth he could blame nobody but himself for failing to come up with a concrete plan of action.

The situation was thus: Hob had returned from rugby practice. Had returned, having forsaken the communal showers in the club building in favour of his own private shower.

This was not a new state of affairs. It had in fact happened nearly every week for their entire acquaintance. This was, however, the first week that such an event had taken place and Morpheus had had permission, nay, even encouragement to look. And not just to look, but to touch. There was indeed such a wealth of possible actions that Morpheus found himself instead frozen, unable to run through any single plan and its potential pathways before Hob’s continued presence in front of him wiped it from his mind.

Hob was still flushed from exertion, hair clinging to his forehead with sweat. He was breathing heavily from the training and the speed of his walk home. The park was barely two minutes away from their flat. It was the whole reason they had taken the place, though combining a trainee teacher salary and a book deal to cover the rent had been a difficult decision. At the time, Morpheus had struggled over whether the pleasance of the accommodation, and the chance to make Hob happy, was worth the extra money. He was now considering every penny of it considerably well spent. Hob bent to take off his trainers, shirt rising up as he crouched, and a droplet of sweat ran down the narrow of his back. Morpheus was now convinced he had never spent money better.

Hob loved rugby, its focus on strength and speed and physicality, in comparison to the ‘tricksy’ footwork Hob stated was required in football. A blunt force object, he always called himself laughing. Morpheus, having not participated in a team sport since it was no longer a GCSE requirement, could not possibly have commented. 

Morpheus loved rugby for another reason. A reason he was currently looking at. Rugby shorts are… short. Very short. And Hob's arse was breath-taking. It needed no real assistance to be so. Hob looked good in even the most unflattering trousers he refused to throw out because they were not yet utterly inappropriate in public and thus ‘perfectly fine, don’t be precious’. Clad in tight, white shorts, well, Morpheus could write odes to Hob's arse, to its roundness, the way he could see his muscles shifting as Hob moved from unlacing one shoe to the other, how the fabric seemed to cup his arse cheeks in a way that made Morpheus’ palms itch to do the same.

As Hob moved to stand, spinning back towards Morpheus, Morpheus encountered a new problem. Though seeing Hob’s lovely smiling face, flushed with pleasure from a good training session would have been enough to sustain him for decades at any other moment, he was now discovering that the shorts were not only tight but also clearly made of an inferior fabric. In other words, slightly see through. Even once the fabric should have cut in, preventing Morpheus from ogling his flatmate (now boyfriend)’s crotch, the shorts left nothing to the imagination. Morpheus could count the individual hairs on Hob’s thighs.

Hob’s thighs have always been wider than his own. Though they were of a height, sharing trousers could only ever result in Morpheus looking like a toddler in baggy trousers, no matter how well they fit on Hob. Hob wasn't muscular in the permanently dehydrated way Hollywood movies seemed to think people ought to be, and Morpheus was eternally grateful. Rippling six-packs and full body waxing could never achieve the same level of delicious tactility that Morpheus had discovered during their occasional evenings of necking on the couch. Hob’s thighs were warm, plush, with enough weight for Morpheus to really sink his fingers into, to curve his hands around and pull them closer, could feel the roughness of his hair, wind his fingers into it, anchor himself closer and closer to Hob. That thick, dark hair was currently plastered with sweat into swirling patterns which Morpheus wanted to follow with his tongue. 

It slowly dawned on Morpheus that he had not yet greeted his boyfriend. That he had in fact been standing in complete silence, a mug of cooling tea in hand, gawking. He dragged his eyes up from Hob's thighs to his face, saw the laughter in his eyes and felt himself flush. 

Hob clearly felt no such bashfulness. He grinned at Morpheus, before spinning into what he clearly considered a comical pin-up pose, hips swivelled and arse pushed out, fluttering his eyelashes over his shoulder. Morpheus did not have enough blood going north to find it funny. Gathering the wits to place his mug down on the entrance table first, he found himself striding towards Hob, almost slamming into him as he reached up to tangle his fingers in Hob’s hair and kissed him so forcefully they overbalanced. Hob just caught himself with his arms against the wall. Morpheus barely cared, except for the way the force of it made Hob gasp and open his mouth so Morpheus could lick his way inside. He could feel the heat still coming off Hob’s body and the sweat still sticking through his hair and he wanted more. He wanted Hob sweaty and hot because of him, he wanted to feel the heat of Hob's skin against his own.

Before Hob had the chance to recover and enfold his unexpectedly passionate boyfriend in an embrace, Morpheus was moving. He folded, knees hitting the floor and hands sliding down Hob's body. He looked up at Hob, at his open face, the way his breath was already coming more roughly and smiled. He couldn’t help kissing the backs of Hob’s hands where they hung, still reaching for him. This was all still new. Daily, Morpheus was honoured and overwhelmed by the ease with which Hob reached out to touch him, with which he showed how much he wanted to be near him, to make him feel good. Morpheus wanted to return the favour, to touch Hob with the same confidence Hob touched him. 

He ran his hands up and down Hob’s thighs, delighting in the feeling of hair beneath his hands. He found himself distracted by the sensation of Hob’s wiry hair. Leaning in slowly and deliberately, he breathed in the scent of sweat and grass and Hob. He pushed closer, rubbing his face into the crotch of Hob’s shorts. He could feel the sweat still on Hob’s shorts gathered in the soft join between Hob’s body and his thigh, and found himself rubbing his face in harder, coating himself in that warm, cedar scent that always surrounded Hob. Hob stuttered out “Fuck, Morpheus. That’s a hell of a welcome my love...” 

Hob’s hand came down, cupping Morpheus’ cheek softly. Morpheus looked up through his eyelashes, soft smile turning devilish as he stuck his tongue out just a tiny bit, just to lick  at the crease of his thigh and groin where the scent was the strongest. Absently, he reached a bit further, licking a broad stroke across the growing bulge in Hob’s shorts. Hob jerked at the action, inadvertently crushing Morpheus’ face into his hardening cock.

Mouth still open, Morpheus shocked himself with how loudly he moaned, unexpectedly close just from the strength in Hob’s hand holding him there, trapped in the overwhelming feeling of Hob all around him, his scent, his taste. “Fuck, Morpheus. You liked that, didn’t you baby?” Hob panted. He twisted his grip carefully, holding the back of Morpheus’ head, and used his leverage to push Morpheus more directly into his crotch, rubbing his face directly over his cock as it hardened fully. Hob was gentle at first, keeping his hold light enough that Morpheus could easily jerk out. As Morpheus only whined louder he tightened his grip, smearing his crotch over Morpheus’ face. Morpheus felt his hips jerk without any conscious thought on his part. Hob widened his stance, bending one knee up so he could wedge a beautiful, muscular leg between Morpheus’ knees. Morpheus could only groan, keeping his mouth open, tongue out to taste the sweat and the area where Hob’s sweat mingled with a new dampness. 

Morpheus brought his hands back up, cupping Hob’s cock in his shorts before creeping his fingers up to Hob’s waistband. He pulled his shorts down slowly, nuzzling into hot skin as it was exposed. He somehow hadn’t calculated for the moment when Hob was fully freed and his cock sprung up, nearly slapping him in the face. Morpheus couldn’t help but pull back slightly, eyes darting up to Hob in shock, who looked briefly horrified before his face scrunched up, trying unsuccessfully to hold back giggles. Morpheus glared.

“Oh, don’t look like that duck.”, Hob said, doing a bad job of hiding the laughter in his voice. He brought a hand to Morpheus’s face again, rubbing a thumb against his lower lip where it pouted out in annoyance at his boyfriend’s refusal to be serious in the face of his attempt at seduction. “You just look so affronted.” Hob kept rubbing against Morpheus’ lip, but the amusement was being overtaken by a deeper heat. “You have to tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?” Morpheus nodded, the action making Hob pull his lower lip down more, thumb slipping into his mouth. “Good boy.” Hob sounded very out of breath. “If your mouth is too full to talk, tap my thigh? Okay?” Morpheus nodded again, trying to take Hob’s thumb into his mouth so he could suck at it properly. Hob nodded jerkily in response, visibly gathering himself. Morpheus sucked hard on Hob’s thumb and Hob let out another murmured swear.

He didn’t pull Morpheus back into his crotch right away, instead sliding his thumb back out of Morpheus mouth and using the other hand to drag his cock across Morpheus’ lower lip. Morpheus peeked his tongue out as the head of Hob’s cock passed across his lips, mouth falling open as he tasted Hob, warm and salty and promising. Hob cursed as he jerked forwards. His cock slid across Morpheus’ face, as he pushed Morpheus properly into his crotch, grinding his face into the warmest part of himself, where he smelt most strongly of himself. Morpheus took the opportunity to gather mouthfuls of Hob, sucking desperately on the soft warm skin, lathing his tongue against the hair as Hob rutted on his face and he rutted against Hob’s leg. 

“Fuck, Morpheus. So distracting.” Hob wrapped his fingers around Morpheus’ hair just as Morpheus got a good mouthful of flesh and sucked hard. Hob groaned. “One day. One day I should just keep you down there. See if you can get off on my leg while I hold you down, get you really dirty, covered in my sweat, my come.” Morpheus was beginning to wonder why they didn’t just switch do that. If the way he could feel himself shaking was anything to go by, it would be a very successful plan.

But Hob pulled him away, and he obligingly let go of his mouthful and looked up to Hob in anticipation. He had sucked Hob off before, but it hadn’t been like this. They had been in bed, after a long and careful discussion, and Hob had let Morpheus have complete control, holding Hob down by his hips and carefully licking along his length, both still cautious in the newness of their relationship. That had been soft, gentle, adoring. As Morpheus stared up at Hob, feeling the arousal of anticipation make his hips shudder nearly as much as the feeling of Hob’s strong shin against his crotch, he felt no less adored. Looking at the heat in Hob’s eyes, even as his hands carefully wound into his hair, he felt more than that, he felt exalted. He dropped his mouth open, tongue sticking out in readiness. 

Hob clenched his hands and pulled him forwards, feeding his cock into his mouth ever so slowly. He didn’t stop until Morpheus couldn’t breath, couldn’t focus on anything other than the sensation of Hob’s prick pressing against the back of his throat, the way his mouth watered, the stretch of his lips around Hob’s cock. He looked up, pushing his tongue up, feeling the warm flesh pulse in response. Hob smiled down at him, somehow beautiful even as new droplets of sweat gathered at his hairline and Morpheus could only scrunch his eyes up in response. Hob took a deep breath, “Okay, darling, I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Remember the signal if you need me to stop.” 

He pulled his hips back and snapped in. It was all Morpheus could do to hold himself up, cradled between Hob’s palms, and suck the occasional breath in when Hob pulled back. Saliva dribbled down his chin and he could feel tears pricking at his eyes. Hob kept up a stream of dirty talk even as he panted, clearly nearing his own edge. “Fuck. Look at you. On your knees for me. Covered in my sweat. Going to cover you in my come too, dirty you up. So pristine, you are, all the time. So together. God, who would think it, looking at you now. Filthy, filthy little slut you are. My slut. My darling.” 

Morpheus groaned around Hob’s cock. He could feel heat zinging down his spine, along his ribs. He wasn’t going to last. Hob groaned in response, curving over Morpheus. He was no longer pushing into Morpheus’s throat in long, steady strokes. His hips stuttered as he reached his climax and Morpheus gathered what was left of his wits, pushing his tongue up into Hob’s flesh in an attempt to coax him on. “Oh fuck, Morpheus, I’m going to come. I wanna, fuck, I want to come on your face.” Morpheus let out a whine so desperate he shocked even himself, though Hob managed to interpret it as agreement.

Hob pushed Morpheus down onto his cock one last time before pulling out, holding Morpheus’ back by his hair with one hand as he came, wiping his cock across Morpheus’s face, getting come in his hair, over his eyelids, his nose, his lips. He pushed his still pulsing cock back into Morpheus’ mouth and Morpheus suckled desperately as it let out a last few jets of saltiness. Morpheus’ hands fluttered to his own crotch, desperate for more pressure, body too overwhelmed to rut against Hob’s leg with the coordination he so desperately needed to come. He groaned as he curved his hand around his cock, able to feel how wet he was even through his jeans. 

“Go on darling, get your beautiful cock out for me.” Hob encouraged. Morpheus didn’t have to be told twice. He scrabbled with his fly, pulling his cock out and stripping it desperately as Hob held him by the hair, wiping his face across his crotch, rubbing his come into Morpheus’ skin. “Oh fuck, Morpheus.” Hob dropped to his knees and Morpheus whined at the loss of his warm safe space, hidden in Hob’s crotch. Hob was quick to silence him, diving into a kiss, uncaring of the come and sweat on Morpheus’ face, pushing him down onto the floor and taking over from Morpheus’ uncoordinated hand, pulling his cock roughly. “Come on, my beautiful dream, I want to hear you scream when you come, I want you to get us both dirty.” He stroked Morpheus quickly, roughly and suddenly Morpheus was coming, breathy ahs becoming something like a scream, heat thundering through him as he came all over Hob’s hand and his own t-shirt.

Hob collapsed onto the floor next to him, rolling him on top of himself, uncaring of the come now dirtying both their shirts. Morpheus found the energy to tuck his nose into Hob’s neck, sniffling with the force of his orgasm. Hob stroked his back and murmured low, comforting things. “There you go, there you go dear, my darling.” Morpheus huffed deep breaths of Hob, slowly coming back to himself with the scent of Hob’s cologne and sweat, old and new. His body felt exhausted and his mouth felt used, stretched and salty with the taste of come and, he realised with embarrassment, tears. “Fuck, Morpheus”, Hob pulled him tighter into himself, holding his head into his neck and stroking his back more firmly as he shivered. He fought to control his breathing. "Are you okay? You'd let me know if I did anything you didn’t like, wouldn't you?"

“I am. Okay. That was… a lot.” He croaked, flushing as he realised how clearly his voice bore the marks of what they’ve just done, then flushing further at how ridiculous it feels to be embarrassed by that, as he lies there, cock out, on top of his boyfriend in their hallway, covered in come and sweat and tears. The sudden jolt of arousal was almost painful and only just ignominious.

“A good a lot?” Hob prompted, sounding more unsure than Morpheus thought he had any right to given Morpheus's aforementioned state.

"Mmm. Very good a lot."

"I'm glad. I hope I wasn't too rough. I just, god, the way you look on your knees Morpheus. Makes me want to dirty you up. Make you mine."

Morpheus could not possibly get hard again, and he focused on telling his cock this, firmly.

"I wanted that. Wanted to be covered in you. To make you dirty with me."

"Fuck, Morpheus. I cannot get it up again right now."

Hob sounded like he was in genuine pain. Morpheus snickered into his neck.

"When you came in from rugby, you were… very attractive to me."

"I was a sweaty mess my love."

"Yes.  You were. I liked it. I wanted you to be like that for me. Because of me. I wanted to feel your sweat on my skin, to hear you pant because of me. To know that I was the reason you were so well… exercised. I wanted to taste your sweat, to know what it would feel like to be surrounded by you."

"Fucking hell, you absolute menace." Hob thunked his head on the ground, hips jolting just once. They lay together in silence for a little while longer. 

Just as Morpheus was beginning to consider suggesting they moved, as much because of the feeling of the cooling kitchen air on his exposed cock as because of his consideration for Hob's joints, Hob perked his head up.

"You should come watch me play, next time. See me in action. I think I could put on a good show for you. And.. " he trailed off, eyes sparkling.

"And?" Morpheus prompted. Hob looked far too pleased with himself.

"And, I know where they keep the keys for the locker rooms after."

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