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shlutnutt · 3 years

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My favorite pet

-kai anderson smut-

hopefully its good lol not really proof read also

warnings⚠️: gun play, death mention, hardcore penetration, oral sex, fingering, name calling, slapping, sir kink, spit kink, harsh language, bath sex, 69

Working for Kai Anderson has never been easy, you needed the money and urgently for your father's open heart surgery. Kai was extremely cruel almost as if he was just born with a rotten heart, but Winter usually makes it known that he's a great guy.. Even if he doesn't show it.

"Hurry the fuck up you slut! You're here to serve me, not make me wait" Kai demands from the basement in which he'd stay most of his times at in his head designing his world domination plans. "Im on my way Kai! Had to clean up a little, sorry." you apologize as you walk down the creaky stairs leading to his dusty dim basement manwhich in hand. "What have I said about the sorrys Y/N?" Kai gazes up at you while you dont dare step another foot, an intimidating expression suited on his rough face, manwhich in hand, comfortably seated on his wooden chair.

"Sorrys are stupid and unecessary, stupid little sluts like me don't apologize. " you complied. "Good girl." Kai praises, as you automatically sprint back upstairs. There were no words to describe how intimidated you were by Kai Anderson, not because of the fact he was a psychopathic cult leader serial killer, but because of the way he carries himself. Always firm, vigilant, direct and determined . He was also illustrated as a sex god amongst a few of his cult members, they'd talk about how he'd make them come in just one minute in addition to leaving their legs trembling for hours. Even though you were slightly terrified of him you'd not give up the chance to hooking up if he'd offer.

Arriving back home to your little kitten (Dex) you were up for a hot steamy bath after the exhausting day Kai had given you. As you run the water carefully stepping in the oversized bathtub you begin to relax, coming up with the brilliant idea to drink some hennessy to boost your relaxation. You soon jump at the sudden buzzing coming from your phone, noticing it was Kai you instantly pick up to avoid his aggressive protests.

Y/N: "Yeah.. What's up?"

Kai: "You forgot your cat food at my place, Y/N."

Y/N: "Can I umm.. come by pick it up tomorrow? Im kinda busy right now."

Kai: "Nope. No need. I got it, Im at your front door, if you don't mind opening?"

Y/N: "Shit.. Im taking a bath, uhh there should be a spare key under the mat somewhere."

Kai: "You sound dru-"

You terminate the call quickly as your heart soon skips a beat due to the loud unlocking commotion coming from your front door echoing through your empty home. Dex's meowing began to rise, you dont think much of it since Dex gets overly excited from the pure sight of cat food, but when you hear his meowing getting closer along some heavy footsteps you grow alerted, getting ready to step out the bath.

"Can i come in?" You hear a familiar masculine voice politely question from the other side of your bathrom door. "What? no. Im taking a bath can you wa-" Kai enters, pretending to cover his eyes to give you privacy. "What the fuck." you yelp. "Hey, I just needed your help opening the bag, its kinda weird made, plus your little pussy needed attention." you chuckle to yourself from his use of words. "You wouldn't want it to starve to death huh?" Kai questioned you, proceeding to prentending to cover his eyes with the one free hand he had. He looked better than ever.. He wore a black long sleeve shirt which hugged his ripped body along some black fitted jeans, accompanied by his hot man bun, he noticed how you hungrily checked him out and took his hand off his face revealing himself fully to you.

"Like my outfit?" Kai asked in an overly charming voice giving you a silly twirl, which weirded you out since he's alwalys been a meany, could've been because he wasn't in his old deppressing basement away from his deadly cult who does nothing less than slaughter people for entertainment, or maybe it was because of how intoxicated you were. "Yeah, I actually like it. You look so fucking hot. Wait shit I d—" you accidentally let out one of the many thoughts that circled your mind triggering an unexpected shiver to run through your veins causing the little soapy foams that covered your body to vanish into the warm water unintentionally revealing your bare body for Kai to see.

"Oh, God. Don't move, you stay just like that." Kai demanded as his voice deepened to the sight of you. His dark appealing eyes scanned through your own causing your breathing to quicken at an inhuman speed. Unawaredly you bit your lip, effecting Kai's bottom lip to slip under his teeth also. Tension filled the bathroom as you two just stared at eachother, not one of you attempting to break the eye fucking you've been holding onto.

"Take off your clothes." you instinctively order. Kai's eyes widen as he slowly lifted up his long sleeve revealing his battle scars along with his divine form, as you just admired in the temperate warm bathtub you continued to comfortably lay on.

"That's it?" you question as Kai teased lowering his pants down slightly revealing his boxers and sharping v line. "I want more, baby" you order once again, this time softly attaching your hands to your soaped up breasts. "I think I might need some more inspiration." Kai suggested. "What kinda inspiration?" you interrogate once again. "Touch yourself for me, pet." Kai groaned out.

Rolling your eyes a little in response to Kai's nickname you begin to trace your hands down to your soaked core, rubbing it a few times before slipping a finger halfway in, moaning to the view of Kai pleasuring himself through his pants, you gasp to him pulling out a pistol from his inner hip, pointing it at you instantly.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Kai questions, his warm breath fanning your face softly as he traced his gun up and down your body. "No." you shook your head terrifiedly as Kai's hand wiped the tears that your petrified eyes had shed before slapping the fuck out of you leaving a red mark instantaneously. Whimpering in fear and in pain you spat on his face in disrespect.

Kai paused and slowly cleaned off your spit with two fingers of his bringing it towards his mouth seductively sucking them clean before guiding his fingers from his mouth to yours. "Spit again" Kai motioned his fingers against your mouth signaling you to spit on them once again.

You spat on his fingers as he repeated his past actions, suddenly grabbing you by your neck to his mouth brushing his lips lightly against yours as he whispers against your mouth " You're gonna be good for me, right?" "Yes." you respond attempting to close the gap that you both held when he automatically pulled back to look deep into your eyes saying "It's yes sir, Y/N." "Yes si—" you're immediately interrupted by Kai's harsh lips on yours not giving you an opportunity to come up for air, continuing to trace his gun choking you and pulling your hair aggressively.

You pull on his pants signaling him to take them off as he hears your calls and unbuckles his belt allowing it to loudly make contact against the tiled floor. Tossing his pants elsewhere, Kai pushed you deeper into the bathtub as he joins you, turning on the hot water faucet.

"Open your legs for me." Kai intructs as you obediently do as you're told feeling his fingers fill you up quickly. Keeping his steady rhythm Kai continues fingering you, making out with you allowing his tongue to explore your mouth completely, loud moans filling your bathroom.

"Im really close, Ka– ..sir" you instruct in between needy moans reaching for his cock, provoking Kai to pull his fingers out of you angirly.

Another slap reaches the other side of your face as you whimper in pain. "I told you to call me sir, pet." "But I di–" "Shh, pet. Shut the fuck up. Suck your master's cock will ya?"

You proceed to straddle Kai's bare body against yours slowly and carefully drifting your head down to his erected member and your needy core to his face, forming 69. Beginning to kitten lick Kai's tip you feel his fuzzy face vibrate against your innocence making you moan against his, returning the same vibrations.

"Don't stop doing that.. it feels so fucking good." Kai instructs against your clit in which you obliged. His tongue swiped up and down your core aggressively, sucking your bud and tongue fucking you at times, making your pleasure on him sloppier by the second. Kai grabbed your thighs harshly digging his nails in deep trying to get as close as possible to you whilst flickering his tongue antagonising your swollen clit in which you let out a long deep groan against his freeing your juices all in his mouth in which he slurps dry immediately.

Kai chose to face fuck you belligerently causing your blood flow to your head making you dizzy in the instant as you allow your intoxicated body to be used as a sex toy. "Get on 4, you pet" Kai demanded as he pointed a corner of the now empty-waterd bathtub. "Yes, sir." you obliged once more switching your position as your legs trembled along the way causing a deep chuckle to escape Kai's lips, proud of his work.

Kai slid his erection past your soaking needy folds with no hesitation, causing your back to arch instantly against his. Kai had insane stamina in which you knew the sex wasn't going to be over unless he was done. His hips contacted your ass everytime, creating beautiful wave patterns to form on them, turning Kai on even more by the second.

"F–fuck.. you feel so good, my little slut." Kai praised as he gritted his teeth in between each slap against your ass, making you scream in pure pleasure as your climax was getting closer and closer. "Scream louder for me, Y/N." Kai instructed as you screamed for dear life against his nonstopping thrusts, satisfyingly sighing at the feeling of Kai's member softening inside of you as his warm liquids leaked out of your pussy.

"You're a fucking god, Kai." you praise, calling him by his real name purposely. "Next time I fuck you i'll make sure that you're left in a fucking wheelchair, Y/N." Kai snaps at you totally serious about what he just said while you giggled at his words.

"I love you, byee" your intoxicated self says to Kai's exhausted self, putting on his clothes whilst his wet hair shielded his dark intense eyes.

"Fuck you and feed your cat" Kai responds pointing at Dex who's been locked in the bathroom the whole time, witnessing it all.

"Oh shit."

Damn. Poor Dex lmao

#evan peters #american horror story #ahs cult #kinkyaf #kinkystuff #kinky sub #kinkyshit #smut #ahsfx #kai anderson

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dreamypeaches · 4 years

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rating things my gf has said during seggsy time | kiara carrera x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your girlfriend, kiara carrera, has said to you in bed

warnings: SMUT, cursing, sin

word count: 2.3k (they just keep getting longer)

a/n: so, the lord himself tried to communicate to me with this one. i wrote a dirty word and it auto-corrected to bible so...prob going to hell. it’s worth it though. enjoy :)

jj pope rafe sarah topper kelce john b

“beg for it”

300/10

-yes ma’am

-i whimpered

Dating Kiara Carrera was the best thing to happen to you both in and out of the bedroom. The Kie that existed in the real world was sweet and adorable and independent and amazing in every way. In the bedroom, however, the sweet and adorable parts disappeared, replaced with the dominant and sexy as hell Kie that made your legs weak and your heart race.

With your hands pinned above your head and Kie’s hand ghosting over your cunt as she straddled you, you were already a complete mess. Her mouth worked your nipples, sucking and biting at them, making you squirm beneath her as your slick pooled between your legs.

“Kie…please…” you whimpered as her fingers passed over your clit, millimeters away from touching.

“You want me to touch you, baby? Are you ready for me?” She asks, an innocent look on her face. You nod vigorously, your eyes wide and pleading. The innocent look suddenly drops from her face as she gives your pussy as harsh slap, a scream falling from your mouth.

“Beg for it,” She growls. You whimper at her dominance.

“Please, Kie, touch me. Please, please, I want you so badly, please fuck me!” You beg. Kiara smirks.

“Since you asked so nicely,” She says before plunging her fingers into your dripping center.

“sit on my face. now.”

12000/10

-ofc i will

-gave me that wap

You sat up, wiping off what remained of Kie’s orgasms from your lips and chin. Her eyes are hooded, chest heaving as she comes down. You give her a moment to come down, fingers skimming over her thighs and stomach as she does. Her eyes suddenly snap to yours, sitting up and pressing her mouth to yours, tongue exploring and tasting herself on you. She bites her lip as she pulls away, eyes darkening.

“Sit on my face. Now.” She commands. You whimper at her dominant tone. Shuffling up the bed, her hands grip your thighs, pushing you up to hover over her mouth. Her breath fans across your pussy, making you fidget and moan. Testing the waters, her tongue flicks out, brushing over your clit. The hands on your thighs pull you down closer, practically shoving her face into you cunt. You’re a screaming, moaning mess as she devours you, pushing your thighs and forcing you to ride her face.

Her noses brushes your clit as her tongue fucks in and out of you. Moans from her honey lips vibrate through you as you start to plummet into bliss, orgasm flooding through you like a tidal wave. You cum with a scream, but she doesn’t stop, simply licks up your juices and keeps going, adding in a couple fingers, tongue and lips moving to work your clit.

It’s not long before your second orgasm washes over you, forcing you to hold on to the head board for dear life so you didn’t collapse. She pushes you up slightly, placing tender kisses to your inner thighs before shimmying out from under you. Collapsing against her touch, she giggles and kisses you sweetly.

“That was fun.”

“see how good you taste”

100/10

-kisses me when she’s done

-makes me ready for round 2

It was no secret to you that Kiara loved to eat you out. If she could, she would spend all night between your thighs, tasting you and making you scream her name (and she has). It had become a game for Kie to find the most inopportune moments to make her way between your legs. Today was the most dangerous of all, in the bathroom of the Wreck. With the door unlocked. She pushed you into the stall, licking her lips as she shoves your shorts down and drops to her knees.

Her lips are on your clit in an instant. You have to bite your knuckles to keep yourself from screaming as she makes you come undone. Lips sucking and tongue licking at your clit, fingers pumping in and out, curling to hit that special spot that made your knees weak. Kie knows you like the back of her hand, making you cum twice in the span of ten minutes. As you breath heavily, coming down from your second orgasm, she smirks and leaves the stall, washing her hands before walking out of the bathroom completely.

You take a moment to compose yourself, fixing your clothes and hair before following after her. You take your seat beside Kie at the table.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” JJ teases. You just roll your eyes, attention mostly focused on Kie. She smiles at you, leaning forward to mould her lips with yours. She pulls away all to quickly, lips brushing your ear.

“See how good you taste.” The comment makes you clench your thighs, already anticipating the time you would have when you got home.

“c*m for me”

11/10

-wouldn’t let me all night

-love when she tells me what to do

You had been on the verge all night. Eyes wet with tears and thighs shaking as Kiara brought you to the edge yet again. Your wrists and ankles were bound, keeping you attached to the bed and far away from giving yourself any help. Kie had already cum three times, riding your face like she was made for it. But you weren’t so lucky. Not after you had flirted with Sarah Cameron right in front of Kie. To be fair, Kie had flirted with her too. You had talked about asking her to join the two of you for a wild night. But Kiara hadn’t given you permission, and this was your punishment.

The vibrator was turned to the highest setting, pressed against her clit as she spread her legs wide, forcing you to watch her pleasure herself. The sight of her, absolutely radiant, eyes squeezed shut, moaning your name as she chased her high made butterflies erupt in your belly and your pussy. You wanted nothing more than to touch her, hold her, help her reach absolute bliss just as much as you wanted your own. You strained against your bindings, whimpering as Kie picked up her pace.

“Please, Kie, let me touch you! I want to touch you baby.”

Her dark eyes snap to yours, a smirk on her face.

“Are you sure you don’t want to touch Sarah?” She questions. You shake your head, struggling adamantly against the ropes that bound you. She suddenly stops her movements, crawling up your body until her face hovered over your own.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” She asks.

“Yes, baby, please,” Your eyes are pleading, “Let me touch you.”

She bites her lip as she undoes the knots around your wrists and ankles. You roll them out, rubbing the sore skin. She doesn’t give you much time to adjust, pushing you down on your back and straddling you. Your pussies press together as she holds the vibe between both your clits. Your fingers caress her hips and thighs, massaging her breasts as she starts to rock against you. After all the teasing and close calls through out the night, you were already close. From the way Kie was moving and the curses leaving her mouth, you knew she was too.

“Can I cum, baby, please?” You beg, knowing how much she loves it. She locks eyes with you, eyes filled with lust and love.

“Yes, baby, cum for me,” She moans. You do exactly as she says, screaming as you finally meet your release. She is not far after you, collapsing onto your chest as she moans your name. She grins up at you and your heart explodes at the beautiful mess that she is.

“wow, your body is perfect”

500/10

-made me blush

-gave me butterflies

It was Kiara’s birthday, and you were going to give her the best night of her life. After a day out on the Pogue with the boys, you were almost shaking from excitement as your plans came closer and closer. You jumped out of the boat as John B approached the dock, almost falling in in your hurry. Giving your girlfriend a quick kiss you shout “See you in a few,” over your shoulder as you run to your car.

Everything has to be perfect, so you wait till the very last second fixing every little detail in the room. You hear Kie’s car door slam and scurry into position on the bed. Your heart pounds as you hear the front door open and close, Kie’s foot steps echoing down the hall as she reaches your bedroom. The look on her face as she opens the door makes everything worth it.

She gasps as she takes in the room, flowers and candles scattered around, brand new, silky sheets covering the bed and you on top, dressed in the most beautiful lingerie you could find. Her eyes darken as she meets yours, your perfect make up and seductive smile making her pussy drip.

“Happy birthday, baby,” you say, adjusting your sexy pose on the bed, spreading you legs a little more. Kie groans and starts to remove her clothing.

“Best. Present. Ever.” She giggles as she crawls over you, caressing your fabric covered curves, taking in every inch. She sighs as she kisses down your neck to the curve of your breast, biting your clothed nipple.

“Wow, your body is perfect,” She says as a hand cups your pussy. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as she continues to worship you. “And it’s all mine,” She says, giving you a loving smile before dipping down to lick a stripe up your clothed center. You moan lightly as she continues to caress you, every touch setting you on fire.

“Yes baby, all yours.”

“tease me till im screaming”

1088473928/10

-um yes

-will do

Tonight was the night. Kiara was going to give up control and allow you to dominate her however you want. You’d talked about it a few times, both of you wanting to explore different side of your sexuality. Kiara was feeling subby today. When you were tangled in each other in bed that night, she moved her lips near your ear, biting at your lobe before whispering, “Tease me till I’m screaming.”

Your eyes widen and darken as you gaze at your girlfriend. She bites her lip and nods, laying down on her back and pulling you to hover over her. You start out unsure in your movements fingers skimming over her skin, placing the lightest of touches on her clothed clit, making her breath hitch. You repeat the motion, pressing a tiny bit harder, eliciting a moan from the beautiful girl beneath you as she bucks her hips up to meet your delicate touch.

You smirk, continuing to ghost across her core, holding her hips down. She whimpers, wide, pleading eyes meeting yours and you feel your pussy dampen.

“Do you want me to touch you? Want me to touch that tight little pussy?” You breathe. Kiara just nods.

“Please,” she whimpers. The smirk on your face widens, one hand coming up to squeeze her throat.

“Beg for it,” You growl, echoing the words Kiara had said to you a million times before.

“lick it”

1000000000000/10

-dead

Your anniversary present had finally come in the mail, and you were practically shaking in anticipation as you cut open the box. Kiara was sitting on the other end of the couch, eyes covered like you told her to. You licked your lips as you pulled the object out and grinned at Kiara.

“Okay! Open your eyes!” You chimed. Her hands dropped, her jaw following as she gaped at the black harness, more specifically the long, magenta dildo attached to it. Her surprise fades into a wicked smirk as she takes it from your hands.

“Bed. Now. Your clothes better be gone by the time I get in there.” She commands and you giggle in excitement, hopping off the couch and almost running to the bedroom. You pulls off your clothes, tossing them haphazardly around the room. Back against the head board, your heart pounding in excitement as you wait impatiently for the love of your life to fuck you senseless.

The door slowly swings open and you almost cum just from the sight in front of you. Kie leans against the doorframe, completely nude aside from the strap on around her center. Your mouth is water as she makes her way to you. She grabs you by your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed and flipping you around so you’re on your stomach, facing her. Taking you by the throat, she slaps the dildo against your cheek a few times.

“Lick it.” She demands and the moan that leaves your mouth is animalistic. You do exactly as she says, mouth dropping open and tongue sticking out to lick up the base. She holds the back of your head, forcing the purple strap into your mouth and down your throat. You feel your eyes water as you gag, but you don’t care.

She pulls out and turns you around once more, slapping your ass roughly as it faces her. Trailing her fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness, you both let out ethereal moans.

“So wet for me already, baby. You’re gonna take this cock so well,” She says, voice low with hunger before slamming into you. You scream out from pleasure and pain as she sets a brutal pace, hands coming around to fondle your breasts.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax, arms collapsing as you do. Kiara pulls out and flips you onto your back, leaning down to capture your lips with her own. The tip of the strap on rubs against your clit as she does, a whimper leaving your lips.

“I love you so much,” She exhales, eyes proving her words.

“I love you too,” You reply, only for the words to fade into a moan as she slowly enters you once more.

“Gonna show you just how much I love you. Gonna make you feel so good, baby,” Kiara says before she begins to pound into you once more, and not for the last time that night.

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cindersassasin · 3 years

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Well since you asked here!! A headcanon for the prompt “this is the part you hug me and kiss me on the forehead and tell me it will be alright.🥺” hope that’s what you wanted?! Anyways thanks byeeeee💛

Thank you, anon !!

Going to attempt to write something random, sorry if it’s crappy !! im a total beginner whoops (also decided to change it a bit, hope you don’t mind!) (Also, don’t think I’ve mentioned this: English is not my first language, and while I have studied it for years and speak it on a daily basis due to school, I sometimes confuse grammar or some of my wording don’t make sense due to my poor translation, hopefully you don’t mind lol)

Also this would technically be my first fic I post here (still working on my other Kaider one but im positive ill finish editing that one soon) So while we wait, here, have some Iko x Cinder brotp

Word Count: 704

taglist: @arushahisatroll @cerenoya @addies-invisible-life @salt-warrior @winterrhayle @elysian-starbucks-frappe @starry-tea-party @cindersnightmare @strawberry-seraph (let me know to be added or removen !)

Physical Contact

Iko stood in-front of the bathroom’s mirror to take in her new look. The glowy tan skin, the braids with the several hues of blues, and the golden eyes with the subtle shades of brown and green made her, for the first time, feel beautiful. She was more than satisfied with the new body Thorne had gotten for her. She finally felt closer to accomplishing the dream she would never fully achieve: to be human. But she didn’t let that thought bother her. At least now she looked human, and that was enough to make her happy.

But most of all, she was finally able to interact with the people around her. She wasn’t this invisible being that was just there whenever she was called upon. She could finally move around and see people, which then again, went back to feeling more human.

Iko realized how much time she had been wasting staring back at her reflection and left the Rampion’s bathroom. Tomorrow they would be arriving to New Beijing to attempt to tamper the wedding. Iko was filled with elation to fulfill her role in the plan. For once, she would be contributing in the action and not just staying idle and waiting for their return, unable to do anything incase they failed. She prayed to the stars that it would work. The thought of Kai getting married to that witch made her wires fry.

Iko was heading towards the galley before her attention was caught on something in the cargo bay. She didn’t have to walk more than two steps before realizing that the figure was indeed Cinder laying down in the centre of the room. Iko let out a laugh - or a sound that was meant to be a laugh - and walked towards her best friend.

“What in the world are you doing?”

“Huh?” Cinder turned her head toward her and sighed. “Oh. It’s you. Thank god”

Iko was confused with the confession, but didn’t complain as she sat next to her. “Glad to hear my presence is wanted.”

Cinder let out a weak laugh as she sat up and scooted closer to Iko. She crossed her legs and Iko tried to hide her immediate giddiness when she realized their knees were touching.

physical contact. something humans do.

“I just needed to talk to someone, if that’s okay.” She hesitated, before beginning to fiddle with the hem of her work gloves. “I was just down at the podship dock before I realized how nervous I was about this whole thing and just came to lay down here.”

“Nervous about tomorrow?”

“Terrified. So many things can go wrong. As dumb or far-fetched as it sounds, the future is in my hands. It is up to us to defeat Levana. If we succeed, it will be up to us to end the war as well. I am just scared that I won’t be able to do any of it, and that I will let people down.”

Iko couldn’t feel anything but sympathy towards Cinder. She sometimes thought about how unfair it all was. Cinder was practically dragged into this whole mess and as determined as she is to end it, she is terrified that every small move she makes will end in Levana dominating the planet. Gross.

“Is this the part where I hug you and kiss you on the forehead and tell you it will be alright?”

Cinder met her gaze and gave her a wry look, followed with a soft giggle. “Are you using this as an excuse to touch me because you finally have a body?”

She shrugged. “Maaaybe. Maybe not. But can I?”

A small smile touched Cinder’s lips as she opened her arms wide and moved towards her. “Come here.”

She did not hesitate to return the hug and gave her a small peck on the forehead. She felt Cinder flinch slightly at the touch but therefore did not react. “Trust me. It will be alright,” Iko muttered into her ear. Cinder only nodded and hugged her tighter.

With this, Iko finally understood what had infatuated her so much about humans. It was the feeling of love and safety that was brought on by physical contact.

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SORRYTHISISBADBUTIHOPEYOUENJOYICAN’TBELIEVEIMPOSTINGMYFIRSTMINIFICORWHATEVERANYWAYENJOYORNOTORGIVEMESOMECONSTRUCTIVECRITICISMKTHANKSSORRYITSBAD

#tlc #IKO AND CINDER BEING CUTE #sorry this is bad #MY FIRST FIC OR WHATEVER OH SNAP #the Kaider one is coming soon just you wait 🙈🙈#if you want to give me any tips that would be appreciated #enjoy my bad writing #i tried #tlc brotps

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hanadolphieron · 3 years

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lunar artist!yeojin; chapter two~

warnings; fish, fish bites?

genre; sci-fi, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff

pairing; im yeojin x gender neutral!reader

word count; 1.8k

summary; your small crater town on the moon was rarely visited. one day, artist!yeojin travels all the way from mars to paint the serene, wistful scenery of your planet.

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day one-

you return to the same place every day, the place you met yeojin, the first spark in your life for as long as you can remember. she isn’t there.

day two-

again, you go back. she isn’t there.

day three-

she isn’t there.

day four-

you still go back. she isn’t there.

day five-

you don’t go back.

day six-

you stay home.

day seven-

you go back. she’s there.

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yeojin looks up and says nothing.

“you’re back!” you exclaim rushing towards her. you go in for a hug, but balk at the last second, wondering if yeojin would appreciate physical contact or would prefer to remain at a distance.

however, yeojin pulled you in, a big smile on her face, clearly overjoyed to see you.

“i missed you. where have you been?” you inquire, pulling back and looking into her eyes. somehow, you seem to have gotten closer over the week you’ve been apart.

“can’t say.” she tells you.

you both stand there, unsure of what to do. or, at least, you’re unsure, yeojin seems perfectly content standing there and staring up at you. you’re bending your legs a little so she doesn’t have to crane her neck, but we’re just going to leave that unmentioned for the rest of this chapter for yeojin’s sake.

“where do you live?” yeojin asks shamelessly. you lightly sigh, glad she spared you the task of saying something first.

“just over the hill. my house overlooks a little moon pond, there’s fish there too!” you ramble, excited. you’ve never talked about your house to anyone before. communicating has become a chore lately, and you haven’t bothered reaching out to anyone else except your plant, named rock, so talking to yeojin is a practically entertainment, “the water even freezes during the night! we could go ice-skating together!”

yeojin seems unaffected by your exuberance. in fact, she looks delighted by your plans. (even though she pretty much initiated it, with her not-so-subtle self invitation to your house)

“come with me,” you say, turning around, reminiscent of the way yeojin did just a week ago.

yeojin follows, a bounce in her step. her legs are moving insanely fast to keep up with you and you can barely see them.

breaking the ice with a sledgehammer, you ask yeojin, “why did you leave so early last time?”

“i- like i told you, i had to be back by 17:33,” she stutters out.

“how did you do that,” you make weird floaty hand gestures at the air around you, “thing?”

“it’s just a habit i picked up when ships became scarce and i couldn’t fly,” yeojin says shortly. maybe you shouldn’t have asked. however, you decide to go against your gut and inquire more.

“isn’t that something plutonians do?” you seem to have hit a nerve with this question. yeojin opens her mouth, then purses her lips. her steps slowed a little, and she stumbled a bit.

you save her from your own question by asking another one, “do you like salt on your pretzels?”

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you make it to your house, finally, the tension between the two of you was tight and you needed a distraction.

walking over the hill, you stop, letting yeojin take in the view.

decking out the area around your house had become a full-time job once you realized there was nothing to do on this planet, and you had quite the plethora of beautiful, thoughtful places nestled around the lake’s edges.

a pier stretches out into the glistening water. fluorescent fish glide around its support. to the right of the pond, there is a garden, filled with all sorts of purple plants, creating a splash of dull color in your gray world. on the cliff behind the lake lies a mural, painted across the rocky edges in vibrant hues.

on the right sits your home. it’s wood, a native material of your home planet, that you brought with you as a keepsake to remind you of your roots. considerably small, your cottage only takes up a tiny sliver of the space surrounding the lake. it’s in the corner, a cute hidey-hole for you to stay safe and secure in.

yeojin looks out at the expanse of your property, her face expressionless. suddenly, as if she remembers that she has emotions, awe and adoration spread across her face. she turns to you, “it’s beautiful,” she says, and looks back at the view again.

“thanks,” you whisper back. “well, let’s get to it i guess, gotta get those pretzels pretzeled!” you say, slightly awkwardly, but that’s normal for you.

as you move past the pier, yeojin looks out into the water and sees the fish up-close. apparently having an epiphany over how much she wants to touch a fish, she drags you by the sleeve closer to the water’s edge.

you stumble over there, knowing exactly how this is going to go down.

yeojin rips off her left shoe and stabs her foot into the water. the fish, luckily, aren’t scared by her aggression and continue blandly swimming. (just keep swimming swimming swimming)

yeojin isn’t satisfied with this, and reaches into the water.

“wait, yeojin, no!” you clamber after her. those fish are hostile!

it’s too late. yeojin tries to touch the fish, and, not used to abrasive humans attempting to make physical contact, the animal flips and flaps around, teeth out, and bites yeojin.

“ow!” yeojin yells, in a loud, raspy voice.

however, her poor finger did not bleed, and she was fine after a few seconds of glaring at the fish, who was oblivious to her anger.

you laugh, and head on towards your house. yeojin follows with narrowed eyes.

opening the door, you are met with a subtle silver glow from the lights.

“is everything on this planet gray and shiny?” yeojin exclaims upon entering.

“no! did you not the see the exquisite purple colored vegetables i tend to over yonder?”

yeojin says nothing. you won. hah!

going to the kitchen and leaving yeojin to fend for herself, you drag up two pretzels from the depths of your pantry.

yeojin survives the trek of 10 feet from the doorway into the house to the doorway to the kitchen and stands in the threshold, hands on her hips.

you look at her, your eyes inspecting her dominating stance.

“just trying to scare you. guess it worked.”

huffing, you slap the doughy carbohydrates onto the counter and throw them in the oven.

“that was almost as aggressive as me,” yeojin comments, sipping from a drink. you think its yours. than again, who else would it belong to.

yeojin doesn’t seem to mind that she is inhaling your germs and slurps loudly.

you shake your head and look at the oven, trying to persuade the minutes to go by faster with the force of your mind. they don’t comply.

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after talking for a while and becoming more familiar with each other, the oven screeched, causing you to jump from the noise and yeojin to cackle.

you stalk over to the oven, shoving on some super-mitts as to not burn yourself. you pull the pretzels out of the kitchen appliance and place them onto plates.

sitting down across from yeojin and snatching another glass that had been laying on the counter, (there was a total of six sitting there, they started to pile up once you realized no one was going to tell you to pick them up and you had complete freedom to be lazy) you began to snack.

yeojin wasn’t the most delicate eater.

with cacophonous munching and smacking, she consumed her carbohydrates.

you looked on, not exactly in disgust, but definitely in curiosity as you had never seen such an warrior-like eater.

yeojin notices you observing, but pretends she doesn’t, and chews louder.

in the middle of your small meal, yeojin interrupts the precious silence and asks, “can you play music?”

“you have music on mars?” you respond, surprised that she asked for such an elegant item.

“that didn’t answer my question.”

sighing deeply, you move to turn on the radio.

“yes, we do have music. some. besides, i paint. it’s hard to feel passionate about creating without indulging in other art forms.”

“oh.”

both of you are quiet for a while, listening to the sound of the music.

suddenly, you decide to forego your normal daydreaming and imagining music-related tendencies and jump up. starting to fling your limbs out in all directions, you begin to dance.

yeojin falls out of her chair laughing at your attempt.

you, delighted by her clumsiness and happiness, topple over too, laughing as well. the two of you are on the ground for a few moments, and then you drag yeojin up with weak arms, pulling her into the middle of the room.

falling to each other’s floppy embrace, you jump in circles, not exactly in tune with the music but that doesn’t matter anymore.

what matters is yeojin’s cute laugh that contradicts her tough persona, the way her cheeks get all chubby with the force of her smiling, the stars sparkling in her eyes, her hair flying around her face, sticking to her forehead now sweating from the exertion of laughing so hard you are about to perish, and the way she’s looking at you right now.

the way she’s looking at you right now.

it’s not the normal, happy, platonic look.

not the same way your childhood friends looked at you when you made a great joke, or did something sweet for them.

there’s something more there.

something that reminds you of waves crashing over the enormous beaches of you home planet, on the nights that don’t feel real, the ones that make you experience emotions that you can’t fully comprehend because they’re so beautiful, and so, so painful at the same time.

something that reminds you of roses, fluttering out into petals, blooming despite the thorns attached to their sides.

something that reminds you of illuminated evenings, talking and laughing, with an inexplicable tension in the air, one that makes you feel all warm and nervous inside.

something that reminds you of swirling blackness, that goes on forever, hidden from normal eyes, the perfect, dangerous place to explore and be addicted to.

something that reminds you of white clouds, floating across the sky, creating tapestries of gorgeous pictures, free to interpret and giggle over.

something that reminds you of actions, colorful vivid experiences. ones that leave a mark on your memory, but you don’t exactly remember who or what was happening, just a specific smell or sight or feeling.

and through all of those visions, you see yeojin in all of them.

not exactly see her, but she’s there, a presence that overpowers everything, so strong, taking over your mind, bringing you back to reality but ripping you away.

and then she’s right in front of you. close to your face. too close.

so close your lips are almost touching, noses brushing, eyes looking deep into each other’s souls.

and you pull away.

yeojin does too.

and you’re back to where you started. slightly awkward, with a connection you can’t explain. back to where it’s safe.

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#femifics #loona imagines #loona astrology #loona fluff #loona angst #loona reactions #loona x reader #loona scenarios #loona #im yeojin

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Jo wriggles against him, scrabbling for purchase and digging into the worn fabric of his jacket. She presses and pulls and he is willing to mold against her in a groaning, wavering line. More than wrapped-up, it takes him too long to realize what she’s after and he moves to slide the camouflage away. The denim hits the ground with an audible fwoosh, one sleeve tickling the back of his naked knee on the way down; he barely stifles a laugh, stance wavering.

Jacob does not remove his undershirt, out of his comfort zone for the night already but he does move in time to catch hold of her, fingers trenching in. Gripping the lip of his shirt he tugs it up and out of the way, rolling the hem messily, twice, before his unoccupied hand travels, curled, against the curve of her rear.

A lip tucked solidly between his teeth he watches intently, mouth partially unhinged at her. Generally speaking, in his lifetime and experience, he had come across much more? Timid, humble partners. He isn’t sure how to respond as he is normally playing the role of dominant aggressor. This hot-flash of bravery she is displaying is more than alluring to him and he lets out a strangled, querying moan.

With one palm spread wide against the hollow of her lower back he is able to afford a free hand and he reaches up, fingers lapping the whole of her wrist. The pad of his thumb presses warmly in the divot of her palm, stilling as he wraps his lips around the extended digit. Tongue swishing he smirks at her, cheeks a hot, fiery flush when she pulls back, apparently set in her wicked ways for the evening.

She is? Warm and sweet- piquant, surprisingly, after a long day running his regimen. This is, decidedly, a taste he likes and wants to experience again.

Looking through his lashes he is past hot-in-the-collar, cheeks puffing out at the sight of her own petal-pink tongue traversing the length of her own spittle-slicked fingers. Hands digging in he takes a half-step forward, hips hinging against her and making the windows rattle.

Foreheads press, lips too and he kisses her back fervently and open-mouthed; not a care in residence for the outside world that could be peeking in. She pulls back, mouth moving and he grips her roughly, trying to pull her back before he’s able to register what has been said. Sweat-sheened forehead against her own, his nose rubs against the length of hers as he nods in agreement; at this point he’s ready to call it - this - whatever she wants.

Jacob Seed is not usually a man of little or no words, but, for now, he is too absorbed in trying to keep up with reality to try and be snarky with her. Bending, he presses a calloused thumbpad between them, searching and unfamiliar with her. Teeth graze against collar bone, thumb soft against the round of her clitoris, circling. “Yes,” He manages lowly against her, “Yes.”

Abandoning his previous plans he grips himself, distributing moisture with a few, quick pumps. Rubbing the head of his penis against her, he slots them even closer - he is very nearly surrounded by her, now. Mouth hot against her own he is eager to lap up whatever taste of her remains between them, hips rotating.

Pulling away with teeth his gaze is half-lidded and heavy on her, watching as he dips closer to fulfilling her request. At a tortuous rate Jacob proceeds, line of sight locked on and fingers angling to spread her open as he drives forward. Lips fully parted, he bows against her, heads pressed tightly and breath a nearly erratic, shuddering mess.

When she is flush against him again he stills himself, needing a huffing, sputtering, bearings-gathering moment. “Joanna,” Jacob isn’t sure he’s ever spoken so softly at a time like this and, reaching, his palm spreads against the expanse of her breastbone, traveling- on the move. Fingers curl the curve of her neck, lapping the belt and gripping assuredly: not too-tight and not too-loose, but enough to ground her; keep her still.

The hand against her back pulls, hips angling up in time for one, sharp, deep thrust. His breath hitches, voice too; though it is, in fact, like riding a bike, this is much more? Intense- visceral than he recalls.

He isn’t sure, but he is positive that he’s beginning to lose himself in whatever this feeling really is. Hot, wet, encompassing heat- a heartbeat in every muscle... This is not what he remembers, but he reckons, at the very least, that it is close.

A head full of half-memories he rights himself, getting a good look at her as he moves, hips hinging slowly and thumbpad finding it’s hollow at the apex of her thighs. If he didn’t have some semblance of an image to uphold he’d ask her if she’s alright but, instead, he settles for a raised brow, head nodding.

Thumb matching his languid pace the line of his lips quivers before he can really say anything. And, when he does, it isn’t more than a syllable, “Yeah?” Confident in their movements he drags nails against the small of her back and he agrees, voice hot and rough, “Yeah.” Nose nudging the shell of her ear he confirms on a particularly good gyration, moaning, “Me too.”

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boycritter · 3 years

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my favorite worldwide torture lyrics by song bc brainrot go brrr

hit you where it hurts and all / sweetest bitch you ever saw - worldwide torture

a pure violation of gods great creation / its an infestation, its world domination - worldwide torture

you make me afraid / come closer, wait no, go away / disgusted at the fact i care / cut you the fuck off like dead hair - saccharine

this might get a little messy im sure / heads rolling for the one i adore - yandere

some people say im dramatic / putting you cunts in a panic / craving my roachy run magic / if you’re distrubed then thats tragic - monster truck

and this world is a sick fucking joke / just masters and puppets and mirrors and smoke / so fuck it, lets light it, lets go / im playing with fire, im planning to blow - monster truck

oops i trusted someone / never again, no more / oh you wanna play house / well ill be the daddy and youll be the dog - princess castle

no youre not even cute / suprised your only talent is spinning a lie - princess castle

youre a dying flower im the fucking florist - princess castle

im a collectable bitch / what the fuck made you think you could step in my toy shop? / i do not need you one bit, what do you think this is / youre excused im my own boss - princess castle

i think that ive reached the breaking point / im snapping these balls and joints - war zone urchin

im look to you to keep me warm and / im so cold and my skins torn and / now it gets so hard to breathe / im missing days, im losing sleep - b4 the flight

mama theres a war outside, can i go play in it / sweeter than a marzipan, more evil than a villain - super slaughter

if you play with fire then youre gonna get burnt / if you fuck with jazzy then youre gonna get hurt - super slaughter

always saying ‘little swine dont step into the club’ / im just tryna find out why cause dancings what i love - im a slave 4 u

instead im dragging out each day, pulling my hair out strand by strand / one day im gonna get stretched too hard, and snap like a rubber band - hello kitty

be the light against the storm, hail kitty shes so adorned / i dont believe in much, but if theres one thing that i trust / if theres a higher being it must be her, shes never unjust - hello kitty

i fear im leaking out / someone tipped me over by my spout - little lamb

i wanna be your best, mechanical, simply flawless / wind me up, watch me impress, stacking trophies on the shelf - little lamb

#oscar txt #can you tell my favorite song is princess castle #jazmin bean

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Hello and welcome back to my Journey into Science-Fiction Part:18. I was thinking of a way to watch science-fiction films that I have might have missed and take a closer look into the ones that I have watched previously. It’s quite a simple idea really as all I have to do is find a connection with each film in order to continue my journey.

In Part:17 I watched The Blob 1988 and if you are wondering how it brought me to todays film, click on the link below.

The Blob, 1988. My Journey into Science-Fiction Part:17.

Scanners is a science-fiction horror film that was written and directed by David Cronenberg. The film stars Stephen Lack, Jennifer O’Neill, Michael Ironside, and Patrick McGoohan and was released in January 14th 1981. Scanners was a success after making $14.3 million at the Box Office from a Budget of $4.1 million. So, what else was happening in January 1981? Hill Street Blues premiered on NC-TV in America and The Tide is High by Blondie reached No.1 in the Charts.

The world is changing as some men and women are born with telepathic and telekinetic powers, these people are called scanners. Darryl Revok is a powerful scanner with a plan for future domination. Doctor Paul Ruth needs someone who can help bring down Daryl and Cameron Vale is dispatched by ConSec to seek him out.

I have to admit that I was pretty creeped out by the Scanners poster as a child and it’s a film that I had somehow avoided, until now. I think starting this journey has made me realise I’m becoming quite the fan of David Cronenberg as I have already reviewed The Fly for this project. There is something really unique in his style and when we meet Cameron Vale Stephen Lack in the shopping mall, I am so impressed with his ability to make a film look like a piece of modern art. There is plenty of colour in the mall but it feels cold and uninviting, add the music by Howard Shore and I’m already out of my comfort zone. Cameron is an outcast of society and when he eats in a café; he can hear the thoughts of two ladies who mention just how terrible he looks. Unfortunately, for one of them, this results in Cameron’s mind sending her into spasms on the floor. Cameron looks like a man out of control and before he can get it himself together, he is chased, drugged and dragged away by a couple of very official looking men. Watching the women shake on the floor left me feeling very uncomfortable and really helps set the tone of the film. I can’t explain it but Cronenberg makes me feel completely vulnerable to feelings and images I always try to avoid. I have to say, this opening sequence reminded me of A Clockwork Orange in some ways and Stanley Kubrick is also a director I admire for the same reasons.

Cronenberg said that the film had been his most difficult to make and the fact he had to write the script while in production just shows how talented he is. I was going to write a full breakdown of the story but after reading some other reviews by writers far talented than me, I found myself a little bored with its structure and I’m wondering why that is? I think the plot is solid but I can see how Cronenberg was just trying to bring it all together. It’s not a bad film by any means but some scenes just seemed a little bland compared to the big money sequences.

I guess the most famous image from scanners is the exploding head scene. I do admire the vision that went into making it work, which included filling it with left over burger meat and blasting the prop with a real shotgun but it’s another head that made a far better impression on me. Benjamen Pierce Robert Silverman is also a scanner and Cameron has tracked him down to try and find the location of Darryl Revok. Benjamin, a successful artist lives is in his studio along with a huge gigantic head. This is when I thought this is actually a little bit more than a body horror film and it could really delve into the human psyche; well until the shotguns started firing. I thought Benjamin was a really interesting character and I have a feeling he was meant to contribute more to this film and I suppose this is when things really started to feel rushed and it puts the whole telekinesis power at a disadvantage. It really doesn’t matter how strong your powers are, if you have a lot of people with guns or even a sniper close by, your brown bread.

I guess that leaves the final battle to talk about and what a fantastic ending it is. Speaking of final battles, I would just like to say just how brilliant Michael Ironside was as an actor and played some superb roles but one of my favourites is his portrayal of Ham Tyler in V and words can’t describe how much I love that TV show. In this final showdown it turns out Cameron and Darryl are actually biological brothers and to add insult to injury, Dr Paul Ruth is the father. Darryl asks Cameron to join him on a crusade to rule the world but Cameron using the same facial expression he has used throughout the entire film, politely declines. I think this is Cronenberg at his best as he uses the talents of those around him to help create a unique vision that belongs to him only. I love the intensity of this scene as Cameron and Darryl’s veins start bulging like a steroid injection on biceps and triceps day.

The moment Cameron starts to pull the flesh from his own face reminded me Raiders of the Lost Ark but done properly. Eventually Cameron bursts into flames and his eyes explode. No to worry though as it turns our Cameron isn’t dead at all, he has simply transferred his own mind into Darryl’s body. It took me a while but I finally realised what Cameron’s burnt corpse reminded me of and it’s the burning monk, 1963! I think that’s why I’m starting to love this director as that picture is so powerful that when you add it to a sci-fi film like this, it really starts to make you think about the real sacrifice humanity has made in the pursuit of freedom.

So, at the end of the day, I really enjoyed this film but I can see how Cronenberg was restricted and given the right chance, he could have created a legacy for Scanners that is far bigger than the one we have now. Watching this film also made me realise the 80’s could be remembered as the most science-fiction decade in history, we were ready to embrace the changes that was coming and the furniture and décor certainly tells you that. Now we have kind of gone back to soft furnishings and taken a step back, a real shame in my opinion. Finally, in an early scene when Cameron is learning about his powers with the Doctor, I thought this is just a poor man’s Matrix so Imagine my surprise later when Cameron uses his powers in the phone box, the circle is now complete!!

“The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey” scoring sessions Composer: Howard Shore Conductor: Howard Shore London Philharmonic Orchestra + session musicians Abbey Road, London, 9&10 September 2012 Photography by Benjamin Ealovega (c) New Line Cinema 2012

So I guess that leaves me wondering where I should go to next in my journey? Well I am going to keep this one pretty simple because this is a film that I have really wanted to watch in a while and now I have my chance. Okay this film is a biopic but there is some low budget science-fiction in there. Howard Shore composed the music for Scanners and eventually worked on Ed Wood 1994 with Tim Burton and that is the film I will be watching next. I have heard so many good films about this film and im curious to see what all the fuss is about.

Thank you for visiting and what did you think of Scanners? I would love to know in the comments below and if you enjoy this review, please give it a share or a like. See you soon for Part:19 of My Journey into Science-Fiction.

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Scanners, 1981. My Journey into Science-Fiction Part:18. Hello and welcome back to my Journey into Science-Fiction Part:18. I was thinking of a way to watch science-fiction films that I have might have missed and take a closer look into the ones that I have watched previously.

#80s #Cronenberg Scanners #Film #Horror #Movies #TheBlob

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boku-no-headcanons · 7 years

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Title: Secret Identities

Pairing: Adult!Bakugou x Fem!Teacher

Word Count: 1446

Summary: Captain Blast has a teacher crush and she’s not having it… honestly i have the creativity of a tree stump just read the fic ( ᐛ )و

“Where are we going?” you asked, stumbling along behind two of your students as they pulled you down the empty halls of U.A. High.

“We told you, it’s a surprise!” said the boy pulling on your left wrist.

“Yeah, someone wants to meet you~” the girl tugging on your right hand sung.

“I know but…” It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them but you couldn’t imagine what kind of surprise they could have prepared for you on the far side of the school while the Sports Festival was about to begin. As a result of it, the halls on this side were completely void of people and you wondered what they had in mind. In the end though, you did truste them and went along with it.

As you turned the corner you came face to face with a largely built man, arms crossed over his huge chest and leaning against the wall. He wore a mischievous grin on his face and had a glint in eyes and when he saw you he chuckled in a way that told you he was looking down at you. It was all to familiar.

“Captain Blast?!” you gasped. You were genuinely caught off guard at his presence and it showed in the way your eyes widened and our mouth fell open a bit but it was for different reasons than what your students might have assumed. For certain reasons, you were under the impression the man standing in front of you was out of town for special training. “What are you doing here?”

“He asked us to bring you here!” the boy proudly proclaimed. “Said he’d give us autographs if we got you here alone.”

“Plus, we know how much you like him,” the girl giggled as if she had revealed a secret.

“That’s right. Heard you had a huge crush on me.” As he said this, the man pushed himself off the wall and stepped closer to you. So close, in fact, that if you hadn’t taken a step back the hairs on his burly arms would have tickled your nose.

“Hm?” You immediately shoot your two students a stern look to which they could only smile guiltily. Sighing, you turn back to look at the man before you. “You’re quite a popular hero among the students in my class so I use you as a reference often.”

“Come on Miss, you’re always talking about how handsome he is and how cool-.”

“It’s the costume,” you interrupt, “brings out your muscles.” The man smirked, lifted his arm swiftly and flexed. You wanted to look. You wanted to look so badly it was eating at your soul but you knew if you did, if you looked at the curves of his well toned arms, you’d blush like a schoolgirl. So you kept your gaze forward, looking straight ahead at his face.

“Wanna feel?” Your brow twitched and you tilted your head towards your students who stood not to far off to the side and hoped he’d catch your drift. He didn’t seem to notice as he lowered his arm and looked you up and down. “Where’s your costume?”

“Im retired. Had a beautiful kid. Life’s gotten busy. I just teach now.”

“Keeping these kids in line must be hard on you then. If you ever need some help, feel free to call.”

“No thanks,” you said sticking out your chest out in a dominant pose, “I can manage just fine on my own. I’m stronger than I look.”

“I’m sure you are.” His voice got unnecessarily deep and sent a shiver down your spine. Something about it demanded all of your attention and you almost forgot you two weren’t alone. “Wanna put that strength to the test with a pro-hero?”

By this time you were afraid to even glance over at your students expressions, sure that they would have a field day telling their friends about this. ‘Time to wrap this up,’ you thought to yourself. Bring your left hand up between the two of you, you flash your rose gold diamond ring at him. “No thanks. My husband is my hero. He knows my strength.” And with that you were sure you could see a slight flush form on his cheeks.

“Hmm. Guess I can’t compete with that.” He scratched at his cheek shyly, his cocky smirk transforming into a pleased smile and his pose relaxing.

You clapped your hands and turned to your students. “Alright, that’s enough. Get back with your classes before you miss the event. Now. Go.” They hesitate until they realized that the adults didn't plan on following them. The students shared a look before running off, understanding they were being set away.

Before you knew it, you were being pulled roughly into one of the class rooms and pinned against a wall. He closes the gap between you before you could protest but once you felt his lips on your own, the familiar scruff of his unshaven beard on your cheek, you lost the will to. Your knees lost their strength and you had to grasp at his arms to support yourself. Thankfully he slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you firmly against his chest.

“You ass,” you finally said once he’s pulled away, still holding you. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d be here today? I thought you had a few more days overseas?”

“To surprise you.”

“Well I’m surprised but did you have to get my students involved? They probably think I’m like this with all the good looking heros.”

“Then maybe you should just tell everyone you’re my wife already. Our son’s gonna manifest his quirk soon enough and then there’ll be no point in trying to keep him out of the spotlight.”

“I don’t want him to feel pressured into greatness though. Like you were.”

He rolled his eyes at the explanation he’d heard countless times now. “Anyway, what the hell was with that lame line? My husband is my hero? Are you trying to get laid tonight?”

You couldn’t keep the smile from forming on your face at the mere idea. He was always too blunt with the way he said these things but he kept his word so you knew you had something to look forward to. You took your finger and ran it over the black edge of his mask. “Only if you keep the suit on.”

“Hell, I’ll wear whatever you want if you ask like that.” You giggled as he lifted you by your hips with ease. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Katsuki, stop! We can’t do this here!” you whispered but the way you pressed your nose to his showed no signs of you wanting him to stop anytime soon. You pressed your lips against his and let them linger there, feeling the warmth you had missed ever so much while he was gone. Much to his confusion, you snaked your arms around his neck, hugged him tight and let out a small groan.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” he asked after a moment of silence.

You shook your head. “Nothing. I just missed you.”

He pressed his lips to your shoulder and kissed the skin there. “Mm. Me too.”

When you pulled back to look at him your lips found his, as if they were magnetized to each other. Your eyes closed as the kiss deepened and a peace washed over you. He was back, he was safe and he had missed you just as much as you missed him. There was nothing else you wanted, nothing more you needed, then this right now.

Except maybe some privacy.

“Kacchan.” The voice was a familiar one. The voice of not only one of the world’s most famous heros but someone you had over for dinner on a regular basis.

“Deku…” your husband growled. Yes, this someone was also a person he became easily agitated around.

“You shouldn’t play with the teachers like that, Kacchan,” Deku teased, leaning on the door frame.

“Give me one reason you thought it was a good idea to interrupt me right now?”

“How about the fact that you’re my co-host for the Sports Festival and we both need to be in the announcer’s box in ten minutes. Reason enough for ya?”

Katsuki scowled as he set you back down to the ground but not before you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Alright mister announcer. Stop wasting your time here with me and go. Put on a good show for my kids.”

“You gonna watch?”

“Of course.”

“Then I’ll make sure to make it extra flashy.”

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hvneymlk · 4 years

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there is a way to properly love someone and it is usually combined with soft words and flowers and gentle touches. or rough. but there is loving someone like they deserve, like noah deserved and chester wanted to give it to him. there was not a single part of the cambion that did not want to wrap his arms around the gifted human and tell him a thousand times how he deserved the world and none of the hurt within it, how he should be loved better than anyone to ever exist and that he was brighter than the sun. yet, he hasn’t done that. he has held him, but in the same instant his hands have slipped and he has let him go. he has told him he loves him and in the same breath, he has said something untimely and crude or harsh.

the demon could blame the lack of love in his upbringing or his lack of trust in everyone around him. the fact that two people who were supposed to love him unconditionally didn’t could be used as a crutch, or the facade he has built up and wears as a second skin. or he could grow up, kick the stepping stool from beneath his own feet and love the man properly. it’s been said that he thrives and survives off special treatment, and some of that has come from himself. he has given himself so many excuses and then further given those to noah whenever he messes up, but it’s time to face the facts that the only person and obstacle in the way of their relationship is chester himself.

it was time for dominic to tear chester away. there’s a fear that wraps around dominic like an itchy knitted blanket whenever he could feel vulnerability peeking in. yet, not once has noah ever proven that fear to be rational or correct. noah, currently, lays in the bed they shared over the past week or so. the loss of his roommate is clear, visibly taking a toll on the gifted human and it has an ache in chester’s chest to see him like this. the cambion is looking in the mirror, dressed in a suit he had picked out for the yule ball. it’s all planned, and he could never imagine going without noah. fingers tug and toy with the lapels of his jacket, eyes locking on noah through the reflection of the mirror. “have you thought about the ball? like do you wanna go or...?” he asks his boyfriend. there’s a small mumble from the dark haired male on the bed and chester bites at his bottom lip.

there is no denying that the pair haven’t been in a good place since the poorly timed party chester had decided to have. things were said and feelings were hurt, but it was entirely evident that despite noah having said what he said, it was chester at fault. it is because of this that tonight was planned. “okay. well. i told tori i’d show her my suit and we would figure stuff out tonight for the ball so it’s not all last minute so i’m going to head over there.” lie. but it was something he thought at least sounds plausible. “i have to do something important first though.” not a lie. he turns and moves to the edge of the bed, where he leans down to kiss noah’s head. “i’ll be back, later.”

he walks out after that but he doesn’t go far from the room. thanks to safiya’s help with keeping things tucked away in her room, he was able to hide his plans from noah rather easily. there are flowers, a bouquet of roses because they’re romantic he thinks, and two invitations to the ball with them. also, at some point, dominic had managed to snag the necklace he had bought noah a while back. it matches the one he usually wears around his own neck. roses and invites for the yule ball, the necklace for them. knuckles tap against the door and he (im)patiently awaits the door opening.

it does, and with noah on the other side, chester would have been ready to run and hide. dominic, however, plants his feet and takes a deep breath. the bouquet in his hands shakes as his hands do and he gives a small chuckle. “told ya i had something important to do.” the cambion says and gives a lopsided and boyish grin. “noah, look. i know i messed up. a lot. like a lot, a lot. and i know i promised you i would do better and that it ended up . . . not happening but . . . this time, i really do mean it. i know you’re sad with losing ainsley but i’m hoping you will still consider coming to the yule ball with me.” he lifts the two invitations and his teeth lock on his bottom lip for a moment. there is a pause and then he tucks the invitations in his hand which holds the flowers, and he pulls the necklace out of his suit jacket pocket. he swallows. the vulnerability is heavier than ever on his shoulders. “and if you still can stand me after the dance,” he chuckles a bit. “i..i never lied when i said i love you. i keep saying that y’know, my parents are shit so i don’t know what i’m doing but that’s...that is what’s shit. i’m gonna stop making excuses because you deserve better than that and i’m sorry. and i’m sorry for saying sorry so much but . . . fuck, i’m talking a lot.” he shakes his head and he looks at noah from the chain in his hand. “i love you and i want to be with you, like really be with you. like a fucking good boyfriend.” hazel eyes lock on noah’s and he swallows the lump in his throat. “god, this sounds like a damn proposal right now but whatever. ----no more flirting, no more . . . well all the shit i used to pull. you’re mine and i’m yours. only yours, always yours. i promise.” dominic steps closer to noah. “so... will you go to the yule ball with me? and be with me? ”

@gldcnsins.

#have some spilled dominoah feels :)))))#i dont eve n know how to tag this #╰ ‘ ｡・ ❦ . ―― 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜 ‣ dominic + noah.

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truce;

im changkyun | "I’m up to the challenge.” rival!au. | 3k words. | fluff, suggestive. requested. you can thank my evil elders @minsugadotcom and @seoulscapes for making me bias this demon in the first place and then request this :)

a/n: loosely based off of blood by day6.

Surely, there is no emotion stronger than hate. There is no feeling in the world that could rival the pleasure of prevailing against someone you despise, there couldn’t possibly be a better moment than the one where you come out on top once more. There could not be, in your mind, an emotion stronger than hate. Hate drove you, woke you up every morning and put you on the path to success. Hate was dominant. It was powerful. It felt good.

It took only one week for you to realize hate was not what was driving you anymore. It had taken five days for you to realize that it was love instead.

You weren’t sure what did it for you the first day you walked into class, books in hand and otherwise dead to the world because you just had to sign up for an eight a.m. class, didn’t you? Screw that “productive” mindset you had planned on keeping up with at the beginning of the year. Now you were just cranky and mad, not a productive thought in sight.

You had just barely slid into a seat in the surprisingly large lecture hall that’s filling up quick, body sighing in relief at finally being able to stop moving (not only was this class early in the morning, it was also all the way across campus!), when someone’s pale hand came slamming down on top of your books. The sound it made was loud enough to startle a few people nearby you (including a crimson haired giggle box), but when you looked over at them, realization simply flickered in their eyes before they started to laugh and murmur “there he goes again”. There who goes again? And why was he bothering you so early in the morning? Did he have a death wish?

You look up, and find that you’re much closer to this stranger’s face than you would have originally liked. You also head-butted him in the chin too, and you only feigned concern for a moment when he grabbed at his mouth, moving his chin back and forth to check that he still had full function of his jaw before he looked at you with a fire in his eyes that you really couldn’t comprehend. “Did you just head-butt me?” “You were hovering. That’s your fault.”

He seemingly opens his mouth to protest, then shuts it. Then opens it again, “That’s my seat.”

“This is a lecture hall,” you deadpan, pointing to the several few seats that still hadn’t been filled up yet, “this is first come first serve. If you want a seat so bad, go find another.”

“I need to sit here.” He says, and the tone in his voice is almost laughable, as if he was trying to intimidate you. On any other given day, you might’ve entertained this, maybe even challenged him for a little bit just to see what you were working with. You were always too competitive for your own good.

The redhead beside you stops that train of thought however, with a gentle smile and a soft I know look, “Actually, this is his seat. We decided to sit together in this class because I’m shit at calculus and I’ll need his help. I’m really sorry about this.” The redhead is eons more polite than the other one, and even though you want to stay seated out of spite, you also don’t want to deprive another student of easy learning if he’s got the chance. You’re not an asshole like this other guy, after all.

So, today is not any other day, and you’re getting more annoyed by the second. All you can do is shove your books into your bag and push yourself up from the chair, the chair squeaking against the floor with exaggeration (just to bring more light to the stupidity of your situation right now), and then you shove past the light haired boy currently smirking like he’s just outsmarted you. The shove to his shoulder knocks him back a step or two, and you snort under your breath before you make your ascension up the stairs on the side of the lecture hall to another seat between a booger-picker and someone literally asleep.

Once settled into your new seat, the lecture begins a few minutes later, and you find your eyes glued to the back of your offender’s head as he answers every question with ease and speed, sounding none too challenged at all. Even when you try to focus on the notes on the board or the discussion that takes place on the properties of blah blah blah, you can’t help looking back at that guy every few seconds, almost like your mind can’t believe he had the audacity to try you like that.

A new feeling begins to burn in the pit of your stomach; there is a warning sign on your head when class ends but the jerk completely ignores it when he sends you a snooty grin your way before you exit class, his back pressed up against the door. It’s obvious he’s going to talk to the professor afterwards too, as if to further prove his point of being the teacher’s new pet.

“Careful,” you slyly grin, stopping by him to whisper near his ear, and you find yourself giggling when goosebumps appear by the skin of his neck, “your lips are gonna hurt from all that ass kissing.”

Something flares in between the both of you in that moment, something that neither of you had experienced to that extent before. It was rivalry at its finest, with you daring to overstep a self-proclaimed genius in that moment being a choice of impulse. Fire burns in the pit of your chest when his dark eyes lock with yours, his cocky smile being replaced with a frown that excited you more than deterred you. And from that moment on, you and Im Changkyun are enemies.

You soon learn that the red haired boy is named Minhyuk, and he’s got five other friends aside from he-who-shall-not-be-named: Jooheon, a sweet lacrosse player who was more often than not spending his cram time in the gym instead of the library. Kihyun, an even more self-proclaimed genius (but with the credentials to back all of it up, unlike Changkyun) that had promptly taken to fishing Changkyun away from you by the ear whenever the three of you happened to cross paths. Hyunwoo, another lacrosse player that looked far too sweet and doe-eyed in the face to be paired with such an astounding body. Hyungwon, the sleepy nursing major with too many things on his plate to ever stay completely rooted in the conversation. And finally, Hoseok, the ever so pretty swimmer that would kindly reprimand Changkyun whenever he got too full of himself.

They had somehow become your friends, which you didn’t have too many qualms over, save for the fact that Changkyun was also one of them. But, so long as Changkyun and you were seated as far away from each other as possible, and so long as neither of you said anything to piss each other off, it was fine.

Thing was, things never went exactly according to plan.

You’d often find yourself in a quarrel with the boy everyday, and if you didn’t, it most likely was because you didn’t see him that day. The boy barely let you live for anything, and neither did you, which left a lingering tension between you two even when you both weren’t near each other. Many times, Minhyuk had attempted to satiate the situation between the both of you, but your rivalry had gone far past just dislike. No, there was something between you and Changkyun that you had to prove. And you’d be damned if you ever let him gain the upperhand.

For a while, it really was just pure hatred between the both of you and nothing more. The both of you were notorious for trying to outdo each other in everything. If it wasn’t the classes you shared, it was the title of being Jooheon and Hyunwoo’s biggest supporters during their games, or it was the one who could stomach the cafeteria tuna salad more, or it was who could sprint fastest around the track in the gym. There was always some way you two were trying to one up one another, and it was starting to get serious. You hadn’t rested since the day you met Changkyun, and neither had he. The point both of you had to prove to each other (which had honestly been marred and all over the place since the get-go) had yet to be proven.

Only now, there was a bit of a… roadblock in the way, if you will. You liked him. Scratch that, loved him. It wasn’t even a stretch at this point; after months of antagonizing each other and trying your best to defeat the other in… whatever presented itself as a challenge for the both of you, you had somewhere, along the way, fallen for the asshole. As much as you had assured yourself that wouldn’t happen, it seemed your feelings had other plans.

Smartly, you let the feelings sit for a while instead of letting any of the other boys know. Not that you didn’t trust them, but if word did happen to get back to Changkyun somehow, you’d be ruined. As long as Changkyun or any of the boys stayed oblivious, you could quietly sort out how you felt and find that it wasn’t love, but rather confused affection. Right? Right. Of course. There was no way that such strong hatred had turned into love… of course not.

You waited a week. You felt the same.

Then two weeks. Still the same.

By the time a month had passed, you were less argumentative and just plain drained every time you saw him. Him, Im Changkyun, being the snarky boy of 175 centimeters and zero tolerance for you. However, after you had settled into half-hearted insults and grunts of disapproval instead of indulging him in overblown arguments about this and that. He’d since been less impassioned to keep up the feud, and soon, it was more awkward silences than there were brawls in the hallways of your school.

Changkyun felt awkward now every time he saw you, because instead of having a reason to insult you or negate everything you said, he now was left to come up with some other means of keeping himself occupied. It did not become apparent to him until that very moment just how much time he spent talking about or at you. Only when you refused to speak to him did he realize just how much you influenced his day to day life. Needless to say, he was dying without the attention.

Much to the other boys’ amusement, though they didn’t verbally say so.

All of the tension between the two of you had seemingly boiled to a head when Changkyun had promptly and openly challenged you to play against him in a game of basketball with the boys when you had answered with an unenthusiastic, “No thanks.”

No, now this was really getting ridiculous. You never turned him down when a chance arose for you to win against him. Him, who couldn’t even play a game of mini-basketball at the arcade without getting hit smack dab in the face by his own throw. You would never in your right mind pass up a moment like this.

“Kihyun, take my place in the game,” Changkyun huffs, throwing the idle pink haired boy in the stands the ball with such force that Kihyun nearly calls him a punk, but Changkyun past listening at this point. Instead, he’s striding up to you, your head in your hands as you look on, uninterested, “can we talk?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed into something you’d think was worry. It strikes something in you, and you’re quietly nodding along, following after his form as it passes through and disappears past the gym’s doors.

You struggle a bit to keep up with the taller boy, mind running a mile a minute to discern what exactly he’d call you out of the gym for. Changkyun rarely spoke to you one on one, unless of course, he was pissed. And while he looked frustrated, he didn’t really look like he was about to corner you with a debate on the advantages of soda cans to soda bottles here.

When you two are safely in the nearly abandoned hall, he suddenly twists on his heels and looks back at you, “You can’t be the real (Y/N), can you?”

“What?” You’re even more confused, hands shoved into your pockets to hide their minute shaking. Being alone with Changkyun was not a good idea right now.

The boy throws his head back with a look of disbelief, “You- You’re not even trying to roast me when you see me anymore! I walk by and you don’t even acknowledge me. I give you several chances to smoke my ass and you miss them all, and when I try to start a conversation with you, it’s like I’m talking to a wall all of a sudden. What happened to the girl that used to jump at every chance to belittle me? I miss her.”

Missed you? Was he being serious right now? “Changkyun, you don’t know what you’re talking about right now.” “Like hell I don’t. I’d rather have the real you, shoving me into lockers and calling me names than whatever this shell of the real (Y/N) is. What’s going on that has you like this?”

“Changkyun, I-”

“Are our debates not stimulating enough? Do I bore you now?”

“Look, Changkyun-”

“Did I go too far one day, is that it? Tell me what it was that I said and I’ll apologize.”

“Kid-”

“And there you go, calling me kid. Come on, I know you have more in you than-” It’s your turn to cut Changkyun off this time, your hand shoving into the space between his abdomen and chest. All he can feel is his body stumbling backward before he’s enveloped into darkness, and soon, the both of you are in a pitch black room with only a sliver of light coming in from a small window in the top half of the wall behind the both of you. That block of sunlight is the only thing illuminating the shock on Changkyun’s face and the irritation on yours.

The door shuts behind you with a soft click, “People were watching, you idiot. They probably think we were in the middle of another ‘lover’s quarrel’.”

Changkyun freezes, “L-lover’s what?”

It takes you a moment to realize how you’ve got Changkyun. His back is pressed firmly to the cold concrete wall, his hands raised on either side of him in submission, and his eyes were blown wide, taking in every move of yours to better discern his level of safety at the moment. Your hand is still firmly pressed into his stomach, and he doesn’t dare to breathe too much around it. After a few seconds of the both of you staring each other down, you huff, “Everyone thinks we’re dating you know. And you really weren’t helping our case out there.”

“But… shoving me into a janitor’s closet in the middle of a fight helps more?”

You only realize your mistake when the undeniable smell of bleach and other chemicals make their way into your nostrils, and you let out a quiet hiss in disbelief. You had singlehandedly chosen the worst place to disappear to with several onlookers watching. You were screwed. News would spread about this faster than a bullet. “I wasn’t thinking about that part.” “Who’s the idiot now?”

You glare as Changkyun’s frown erupts into a full blown grin, glad to have somehow snatched the upper hand with you. “You missed me that much, huh?” You grumble.

“More than I thought I would… surprisingly, you kind of mean something to me, you know.” His admittance makes your cheeks burn and in turn, you have to look away to hide the blooming smile coming to your face. It really wasn’t a good idea for you to be alone with Changkyun right now.

But then again, you didn’t particularly care anymore either. I mean, if the moment presented itself, who were you to deny yourself?

“It’s probably been too long to just walk out and pretend nothing happened, right?” You ask with a hint of amusement in your voice. Changkyun lets out an over-exaggerated sigh, letting his hands glide down the wall and toward your sides instead. Your first instinct is to shove him away, until his fingers begin to rub along your hips in a pleasurably sweet way that has you inching a bit closer to the boy.

“Yeah, I think you’re right. And I mean… it’d be kind of lame if we were seen going into a janitor’s closet and had nothing to show for it.”

The tension between you had melted into something a lot more passionate, and instead of the once familiar need to put Changkyun into his place, you longed to do so in an entirely different way. Your hands shot to his that were stationed at your sides, and you pushed his wrists back into the cold wall with a little force, making the boy hiss a little at the contact, but otherwise simmer under your touch. His eyes fluttered shut as you pushed against him, a teasing smile on your face. It seemed, too, that Changkyun was feeling your need to dominate him, only this time, he did nothing to fight back.

He was putty in your hands, much like how you’d always wanted him to be at the end of every debate and quarrel. God, you two really were quite the pair, weren’t you?

“I’m going to win this time, Changkyun. But don’t make it too easy on me.”

There used to be no feeling in the world that could rival the pleasure of prevailing against someone you despised. You realized very quickly in that janitor’s closet that day that you had been monumentally out of your mind.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’m up to the challenge.”

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werenzki · 7 years

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Leon Draisaitl #2.3

PART 1 / PART 2

carey-pricemas said: Hello! I love your writing omg… can I be one of many to request part three of Leon??????

Anonymous said: Leon part3 please!!

Anonymous said: please do another for the leon #2

A/N: thanks for the love guys!!! hope you enjoyed this next piece to the story, sorry it got pretty long but oh well *also im aware i kinda changed the time this drabble is written around, i threw it back a few weeks so it fit with making the playoffs sorry* also i have another and possible final part to this story already played just say the word people!!!

Word Count: 2,703

You weren’t sure why you had been so nervous. It was yours and Leon’s third date now, and joining the two of you were Patty and his girlfriend. Double dates weren’t supposed to be nerve-wracking or anything. Especially when you were throwing axes at a wall.

“You have quite the arm on you,” Patty stated while you threw another at the target and it stuck on the inner ring.

“Played baseball for a few years,” you shrugged and walked across to grab the axe that was lodged into the wooden bullseye. As you passed it off to Francesca she got into position and tried again to hit the target. She missed, again.

“Now I’m wishing I picked up softball or whatever in my college years,”

“Yeah, maybe you would’ve hit one of these targets by now,” Patrick was quick with the witty reply and Francesca was quick to turn around and hit his arm.

“You prick,” she said while glaring at him. But it was soon replaced by a smile as Patty’s arms wrapped around her waist and she giggled at whatever he whispered into her ear.

“Are they always like this?” You questioned as Leon stepped up beside you, an axe in hand. Leon looked off to where our double date partners were being all cutesy and in their own world.

He nodded, “pretty much, they’re obsessed with each other I swear,”

��It’s cute,” you smiled while crossing your arms at your chest and turning to where Leon was getting ready to throw the axe. He shrugged and got into the stance, probably more than aware of how your eyes were glued onto every movement he was making.

As he lifted the axe back and threw it forward, his biceps rippled and you had to take a moment to look away. Swallowing, you looked over your shoulder and then after you knew Leon had gone to retrieve the axe you looked back to him. His lips were turned up into a smirk. You licked your lips and knew very well that it was time to get away from the axe throwing.

“They sell weird donuts at this little concession,” Leon said while pointing to the concession with a few tables and chairs around it too. You nodded and followed him to the counter.

“I’ll try an Oreo one,” you said to the worker with a smile, “and a water bottle, please,” they nodded and turned to gather what you had ordered. Just as you pulled out your wallet, Leon had already smacked down his credit card and was ordering the bacon donut.

You sighed and slid your wallet back into your purse. On the first date, he paid, insisting since he asked it was only right. Second date didn’t involve anything being bought, instead the two of you enjoyed a walk by the river side. Now, third date and he was already brushing away your money cause he figured he could afford everything. Jokes on him, he was probably right, but you also came from a family that paid off all your schoolings so you weren’t like most broke college students around here.

“Thank you,” you smiled to the worker before you and Leon turned to sit at the stools and table just beside you. “You really don’t need to pay for my things, Leon, I have money of my own,”

“It’s just a donut,”

“And the tickets for the games tonight, and the wings we shared with Patty, and the dinner we had on our first date,” you listed off the few things he’d paid for you already. “I have money, and I’d feel more comfortable if I paid for my own things,”

Leon rolled his lips into his mouth and looked into your eyes. “Alright,” he nodded, “you can pay for whatever comes next,”

“Next,” you hummed and picked up your donut. “Like, ordering food at my place while we watch movies or something?”

“I’d like that,” Leon smiled before taking a bit of his donut. You scrunched up your face as the piece of bacon fell onto the plate he was given.

“How is it?” You questioned.

“Good,” he nodded, “want a bite?”

“No thanks,” you shook your head while he held it up closer to you.

“Oh come on,” Leon chuckled as you leaned away from the donut he held up to you. “It’s good, I swear of it,”

“But it’s bacon, on a donut,”

“Are you saying you don’t like bacon?”

“No, I like bacon, but away from my donuts,”

“Just try a bite,” Leon said with a smile while you looked down at the donut. Oh what the heck, you thought before taking a bite and then chewing at it while Leon took another bite. It took a moment, but you were very certain you weren’t a fan of bacon on your donuts. You stuck out your tongue and made a sound of disgust before taking a sip of water and then another.

“Gross,” you muttered and then took a bite of your sweet Oreo donut. Leon laughed and finished his donut with another big bite.

Leon wiped his hands and then leaned back in his seat, his eyes on you while you took another sip of water. “You know, I’m glad you gave me a chance,” he stated. You smiled and rested your elbows on the table in front of you.

“Me too,”

“I’m glad you didn’t just give me your number that night,” Leon admitted while rubbing his lip between two fingers. “It’s made me want this a lot more, I mean I’ve always wanted this but just like, I’m glad it’s with you,”

You couldn’t fight the grin that was on your face. Leaning forward you place your hand on Leon’s forearm and tilted your head to the side. He leaned forward too, aware of the moves that were being made.

“I’m glad it’s you too,” you said before kissing Leon. The kiss was soft, innocent, and made you breathless - like the other two that you’ve shared with him.

Breaking from one another, you smiled and so did Leon which made you stomach fill with butterflies because boy did he even have a great smile. One that the media and Oilers fans didn’t get to see much. You were sure glad you have gotten to though.

“There you guys are,” Francesca said while her and Patty approached the two of you.

You leaned back in your seat and smiled at them. “Done with the axes?” You asked while picking up your donut.

“Yeah, she still didn’t even hit the target,” Patty said while throwing an arm around his girlfriend. You chuckled and rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh! Is that the Oreo donut? I wanted to try it,” Francesca stated. You lifted the donut up to her and shrugged.

“Go for it, it’s pretty good,”

“Oh no, I’ll get my own,”

“It’s fine, I’m full anyways,” you said with a smile as she took the donut from you.

“The delicious bacon donut fill you up?” Leon questioned with a smug look. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“They have the bacon donut here?” Patty asked.

You shook your head and the four of you hung out at the table, Patty and his girlfriend indulging in the donuts while conversation flowed. It was only now in the night that hockey was brought up, shockingly. The next game was the first of playoffs and obviously a big deal.

“Are you going?” Francesca asked you.

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded and caught Leon look at you in the corner of your eye. “My dad actually owns a suite at Rogers, so I go to pretty much every game that I can,”

“Oh, wow that’s awesome,” Patty said.

“Those suites are so nice in the new arena, like best seats for sure,” Francesca exclaimed.

“Did you want to join me?” You asked, sort of throwing out a bone at this point. “It’s always just my dad and his boring old business people, but I always have a couple extra seats beside me,”

“Actually, I’d love to,” she smiled, “I was just going to hang out downstairs with the girls but you can join us for a while and then we can sit up in the suite if you’d like?”

You took this moment to look over to Leon now. Hanging with the Oilers girls, all of them, during a playoff game was sort of a big deal. They’d talk, like high school cliches and if you were to be there one day and not the next wouldn’t look too good. For him or you. Also you weren’t sure if he had brought other girls to games before, flings or hookups and you didn’t want to go looking like another one of those because that’s exactly what you weren’t about to be.

Leon gave you a smile, then turned to Patty and discussed some other hockey thing, which lead to you turning your attention back to Francesca. “Sure,” you smiled.

“Awesome!” She perked up and clapped her hands together, her excitement made you nervous suddenly. She reached for her phone and then the two of you were exchanging numbers and making a game plan for Wednesday.

The double date continued from there, the unsettling fact that you were making the big step of entering Leon’s life never left though. You played some more games, dominating in the Mario races while Leon beat you in the shooting ones. Then all four of you were playing the highly anticipated and very busy 4 person air hockey.

“We’re about to get our butts kicked,” Francesca muttered while taking the spot to your right.

“Speak for yourself,” you chuckled, “I happen to be the champion in my family’s annual holiday air hockey tournament,”

“No shit?” Patty questioned across from the table, a genuine look of approval on his face.

“Yup,” you nodded as the game started, “I like to rub it in as much as possible,”

“Well, let’s see how you do against some actually hockey players then,” Leon said with a smirk. You took the challenge by the horns and sniped the plastic puck over to the slot that was his ‘net’, just narrowly missing getting a goal as he saved it.

The game went on, Francesca getting eliminated first and then Leon was next - but he put up a good fight. Patty had on his game face while you were so focused you barely noticed as Leon stood closer to you, leaning against the table and his arms crossed as he watched you stick out your tongue and play the puck off the side.

“Jeez,” Patty muttered but saved it. He played it back but then you did your normal move, which had put Leon out of the game, and Patty surprisingly didn’t see it coming as it came flying across the table and into his net. The sirens went off and you threw your arms up to celebrate.

“And a perfect celly too,” Leon chuckled.

You threw your arms around his shoulders as he leaned back against the table and then pecked his lips. “Now it was perfect,” you smiled.

“We’re going to cash in the tickets we got and get a prize, you kids going to join us?” Patty asked with Francesca by his side. You had opened your mouth, ready to say yes and tag along but instead Leon cut you off.

“Actually there’s one more game I wanted to give a shot,” he stated. Patty nodded and then the two of them walked off while you furrowed your brows at Leon. He didn’t explain himself, but instead grabbed your hand and lead the way. The place wasn’t busy, in fact it was kind of perfect because there weren’t any line, which was nice for what Leon had in store.

The photo booth was big, and would usually be busy on a busier night but he pushed back the certain and let you slip in first. He scanned his wrist band and then you were being counted down. The stupid smile on your face couldn’t be replaced during the four flash sequence, and in each one Leon brought you closer.

“This is so cute,” you noted while grabbing ahold of the strip of photos. In the first one, you had a smile while Leon was giving the camera his usual smug look. Next he had cracked a smile and brought his arm around you which made your smile wider. In the third, you said do a funny face, so naturally Leon stuck out his tongue and you lifted your chin up to grin at the camera with your eyes closed. The last was just too cute that your stomach had butterflies, you smiled while Leon was looking at you - the corner of his lips in a lopsided smile.

“You want one?” Leon asked over your shoulder, he was looking over with his chin rested on you.

“You’re going to keep this one?” You questioned, sort of shocked.

“Well duh, I used my tickets for it,” he said with a smile before putting the strip beside the two of you on the bench. “Your turn,” he pointed to the scanner and you stood from the bench to scan the wristband and then it was counting down again.

Just as the screen flashed two, Leon had his hands on your hips and you squealed while looking down at him. He brought you into his lap and grinned at you, his smile so wide you felt like you could vomit right there from the flock of butterflies in your stomach going wild. The countdown was going again as his hand came to your cheek and his lips were on your, the kiss was hot and heavy but still in a romantic sense.

Too caught up in the kiss, you didn’t realize the photos were done being taken till you heard them being printed and spat out beside the scanner. Pushing back on Leon’s shoulder you caught your breath and shut your eyes. You felt dizzy, but in the best way possible. Leon kept you in his lap but reached forward, hand on your hip to keep your steady, and grabbed the strip of photos.

You both glanced at them and smiled. He handed them to you and you shook your head while looking at him again. If you hadn’t already been, you were definitely falling for Leon now. He picked up the first strip of photos and the two of you stepped out of the photo booth, another group of teenagers were waiting and it made a blush creep to your cheeks knowing why they had to wait a little longer.

“Du bist wunderschön,” Leon said while looking at the first strip of photos again. You furrowed your brows together and leaned into his body, peering up at him in confusion of whatever he had just said in what you could’ve guessed was German.

“What did you just say?” You asked, a giggle on your lips.

Leon shook his head, then put the photos into his back pocket and grabbed onto your hand. “Let’s go get our prizes,” he said.

For some reason you doubted thats what he had said. But you went with it and let him lead the way to the corner where you picked out your prizes. Patty and Francesca had just finished picking their prizes. Patty got a toy of some sorts, claiming he was going to give it to his son, and Francesca pouted while holding out her few pencils and candy. You weren’t really surprised, she didn’t win too many games.

“I’m sure Patty’s son will like the pencils too,” you said with a shrug.

She shrugged as well, “you’re right,”

Leon was looking at the prizes, eyes wandering the wall of board games. You figured he had plenty of tickets to afford any of them. You reached for the bright blue fuzzy teddy bear and settled for that, already planning to place it on the shelve in your room and place the photos of your and Leon beside it. But you knew even without a prize, you’d never forget this date.

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