#†. INT [ . . . ] you felt it calling and forced yourself to look away.

[a-mnhia]

[burntb4bydoll]

I’m on my hands and knees for him. His hair 🥲 help

May we get daddy dom!bill pls

GOD i love love love his blonde hair omfg😩 I absolutely love writing for dom Bill AND daddy kinks🤭

ALSO IM SORRY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING MUCH GUYS IVE BEEN SUPER BUSY RECENTLY AND IM TRYING TO ONLY WRITE WHEN I KNOW I HAVE ENOUGH TIME

Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader

Warnings: daddy kink, thigh riding, dumbification

You were laying on your shared bed facing each other just watching a movie while you enjoyed the other’s presence. His hand rested on your hip while your head was buried under his chin, your legs tangled with each other. After a while his thigh that was pressed between your legs started to shuffle a little, rubbing against the thin fabric of your underwear. You took a sharp inhale in and tried to regain some composure. He kept rubbing his thigh against you, but even harder this time, and you couldn’t help but gasp a little.

“Whats wrong, baby?” He sounded sincere and confused, but Bill knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, he obviously wasn’t going to let you know that.

“Nothing, I’m ok.” You smiled up at him, attempting to calm down a little. A grin started to creep up on to his face at your lie. He was trying to see how far he could push you before you finally gave in.

“Well you tell me if you need something, ok?” You nodded and tucked your head back into the crook of his neck. As the movie continued, he started to tease you even more. He was kneading his hands against your butt, pulling your hips to grind against his leg causing his shorts to slide up his leg. Your back arched into his chest and quiet moans started to force their way out of your throat.

“Um, Bill..?” You asked quietly, tugging on his shirt to get his attention away from the movie. Although he was only pretending to watch the movie, he slowly tore his eyes away from the screen and looked towards you.

“Hm? Whats wrong sweetheart?” His question felt mocking and you suddenly realized that he was doing it on purpose.

“Bill, need you so bad. Please?” His eyes switched from looking gentle to having a darker, more lust filled look. He leaned forward and gently grabbed your chin with his pointer finger and thumb,

“Is that what you’re supposed to call me? You know better than that.” He coos, the mocking tone still laced his normally sweet voice. You shook your head and ran your hands down his chest.

“…No, sorry daddy.” Bill pulls your face forward by the hand on your chin and tugs you into a harsh kiss. Your body starts moving on its own, grinding against his thigh to try to get some friction. He laughs a little at your desperation and pulls away to talk to you,

“You are just so adorable, baby. Look at you, so desperate that you’re fucking yourself on my leg. Such a needy little thing.” You felt a little embarrassed that he could get you so worked up so easily, but those thoughts were quickly dismissed by the aching in your cunt. The movie was quickly forgotten as his hands guided your body to ride his leg, your wetness soaking through your panties and onto his bare thigh.

“Daddy! Please just fuck me! I don’t wanna wait anymore.” You pouted, hands clutching onto his loose shirt. Smirking at your pleas, he moves you body faster and shoves his leg up to press hard against your crotch.

“Aww, my poor baby. You’re so needy, you’re making it hard to say no to you. But I wanna play with you more. Daddy’s gonna fuck you after you cum on my thigh, ok?” You whine, but agree with his deal. His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. Your hands travel up his body to hold on to his shoulders, using them as leverage to rub against him at your own pace. “There you go,” Bills thumbs stroke your hips comfortingly, “make yourself cum. Such a good girl for daddy.”

The combination of his voice and the look on his beautiful face was enough to send you into an intense orgasm, shaking and whining as you rode him slowly to ride out your intoxicating high.

And he definitely keeps his promise when he said he would fuck you after you made yourself cum.

[lenafromthenordiccoven]

Finally working on that Bob x afab!reader x Hangman thingyyy and, uh, reader’s gonna be a bit of menace. Oops. Nevertheless: got a snippet! Let me know what you think :D

The moment you stepped over the threshold of the Hard Deck, you felt his eyes on you. The noise of the other patrons hit you, as soon as you entered the bar, but you didn’t mind the anonymity that came with it – this time, at least. It didn’t take you long to find him in the crowd, sitting at the back of the bar in a corner surrounded by what you assumed were his new squad mates. Bob was staring shamelessly at you, and even from across the room you could see the surprise on his face.

You smiled to yourself. Originally, the plan had been for you to arrive to California on Sunday. But you’d managed to book an earlier flight without telling Bob, wanting to surprise him – and, admittedly, get to spend a little more time with him. The surprise seemed to have worked, if you were to judge the way his eyebrows shot up as he watched you walk over to the bar.

Although you wanted nothing more than to run straight to him and throw your arms around him, you decided to draw out the greeting a bit. You weren’t sure how much Bob had told his coworkers and new friends about you. He’d hardly been able to tell you anything about the last detachment that had taken him back to Top Gun, and probably into more danger than he’d wanted to admit to you. Now, he was set on staying in California for the foreseeable future, had even bought a house.

You finally reached the bar and were greeted by an older woman and a warm smile. “Hi, what can I get ya?”

“Can I get a Whiskey and Ginger Ale?” you asked. The woman nodded and you thanked her, paid for your drink and then turned back to face the rest of the bar while you waited for your drink. Again, your eyes landed on Bob, who still hadn’t let you out of his sight, and you were reminded of the first time you had met.

Dicky, a friend of yours and pilot for the Royal Air Force, had invited you to join him at an air show in Austria – a rare occasion, since Dicky usually didn’t go to these. Just like now, you’d been standing at a bar and Bob had been staring at you from afar. That was until Dicky had introduced you two.  

‘It’s not often I meet a US naval aviator at these things. What, is there another war brewing in Europe that you need to save us from?’ you’d joked and had relished in the way Bob’s face had turned an embarrassed shade of crimson, before you’d apologized for the joke.

‘Oh no, no. Please, don’t apologize for that. It’s just... Don’t usually get called out like that,’ he’d replied. And the rest was history. You’d asked him out that same night and you’d developed a long-distance relationship that you had never thought, you’d agree to.

Somebody clearing their throat next to you pulled you from your memory. You turned your head and were met by a thousand-watt-smile in a handsome face. Green eyes were looking down at you. “Haven’t seen you here before, sweetheart. You’re not Navy are ya, I would have remembered a pretty face like yours.” The Texan drawl sent a shiver down your spine, while the blond man’s words made you roll your eyes.

“Let me guess,” you said and looked him up and down for a second, “you’re an aviator. Pilot by that grin. And you’re lonely, otherwise you wouldn’t be standing here and flirting with me? But you’re right, I’m not Navy and I’m not from here, either.”

The grin faltered for a second, before he turned up the wattage. “I like a woman with sharp eyes. And a brain. I’m Hangman.” He extended a hand towards you, and you took it, despite yourself. While you had to admit, he wasn’t bad looking, you weren’t interested in flirting with another cocky pilot. You got enough overblown male egos to deal with at home.

Still, you decided to play nice. “Y/N,” you replied. Then you took your drink and pushed away from the bar. “Just gotta say, uh, Hangnail: I’ve got a boyfriend. So, while this was … admittedly weird, I’m not interested in flirting with you. And I’m going to go find my boyfriend now, thank you very much.”

The grin turned into a smaller smile, but it didn’t lessen the sparkle in Hangman’s eyes. If anything, you felt like you’d just given him a challenge and he’d jumped at it. “It’s Hangman, sweetheart,” he corrected you, but didn’t step closer to you. A point for him.

“Whatever. I like Hangnail better; you can hang your big ego up on that callsign of yours.” You turned and finally made your way over to Bob, who’d watched the whole exchange quietly.

[prettygreenpills]

Hi.

I would like to request girlfriend!larissa helping mentally ill fem!reader after she found out the reader is hurting themselves? Maybe burning themselves with a lighter? And then some comfort❤️

thank you so much, have a nice morning.

Hello darling, of course. After reading this request, please know that this is a safe place and there are people who can always help<3

My hero - Larissa Weems x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of reader burning themselves, sh, depression, etc.

A/n: guys please be aware of that the oneshot below the cut might be triggering. I wrote it because of the request, read this on your own risk

A sigh left your mouth. It had been two months since you did this for the last time and you promised. You promised to yourself that you wouldn’t do such a thing as soon as you started dating your girlfriend.

Trying to push this tought out of your mind, all what was, or stayed in there was a feeling of guilt and disappointment. Your mind was full of those words people had called you before you met the charming blonde. Before your life became a little better.

You made your way to the bathroom, slowly. Closing the doors behind yourself and locking them after just to make yourself feel protected, you walked away from the doors. Looking around in the bathroom, you were searching for something sharp. Anything. But Larissa had already put everything away as you confessed to her. About your past.

Your hands started tapping your hips as you realized that you were a smoker. It had to be somewhere in the pocket. You kept tapping your body and when you finally found something hard enough to fulfill your needs, your hand dived into your pocket, searching for the little thing.

Your fingers wrapped around the lighter and you pulled it out of your pocket. Not thinking about it at all, you took off your pants and tucked them away far enough to not burn them and the whole house down. You rested your back against the wall int he bathroom and slid down to sit, your back against the cold wall of the house.

Looking down at your half naked body, you saw the lighter places on your thighs. Scars. Looking down at them you closed your eyes and tried to not think about the pain which came afterwards you had hurt yourself that time ago. You closed your eyes and ran your hands through your naked thighs, realizing that it wasn’t that soft as before. Just from touch, you could tell where were the scars.

Taking the lighter into your hand, you looked down at it. The little black thing which was supposed to bring you pleasure in some way, in the other way pain and feeling of being punished enough for your life you had lived, sat it your hand so well. Playing with it between you fingers, you were watching the lighter and then you closed your eyes, taking a deeper breath.

With a simple movement, you lit it up. Feeling tears coming to your eyes, you looked down at your body. Biting on your lower lip, you put the lighter to your skin and shut your eyes close.

It was so wrong but it felt so well…

With your lower lip shaking, you hissed loudly from the pain. Your hand you were holding the lighter in started shaking. Fighting your own reflexes, you held your hand at your thigh and kept accepting the pain which was running through your body. Only muffled sounds were escaping from between your clenched teeth. You were holding them together that much your chin started to hurt.

Not being able to take it anymore, you pulled your hand away, trying to get some oxygen. The scent of burned skin was filling the bathroom and you didn’t really like the smell of it. Only after few seconds the pain arrived in full force and you let out a whine, trying to not move so much to not make it all worse.

With your chest rising and falling faster than it was normal, your thumb lit up the lighter once again. Holding it in your other hand this time, you held it against your other thigh and you didn’t have control over your actions anymore. This one hurt much more than the previous try, but you had to… you had to keep going….

Opening your mouth only a little because of that the air got thicker in the bathroom from minute to minute, you let out a muffled scream. Tears were running from your eyes and you covered your mouth with your free hand as you kept hurting yourself. You deserved it after all… didn’t you?

And because of that thought, you kept going. Not only your thighs were hurting, but as you continued, you hurt more parts of your body. You were sitting in the bathroom only in your underwear and you couldn’t really remember when did you take your shirt off. Taking a deep breath, you felt your tears run down on your cheeks. Shit.

You clenched your teeth to keep yourself from screaming and you threw the lighter away. Your forearms and thighs were hurting so much and your burned skin was so sensitive. You shook from pain and let the tears fall, waiting for the pleasurable feeling to arrive few seconds later.

Minutes passed by and your skin still hurt. You hissed as you wanted to move and then you gave up on helping yourself, thinking that the pain would pass. Thinking that it passed faster than your girlfriend would arrive home.

Tears ran down on your cheeks and you lit the lighter up again. This time, you pressed it against your stomach and you held it there until you could take it. A soft scream left from your mouth and then someone shut the doors. Your muscles clenched and with a realization of that Larissa had arrived home, you couldn’t stop the reflexes. You immediately threw the lighter away which landed on the floor, making a loud noise for the moment when everything in the house was silent.

“Y/n?” You heard her soft voice and that hurt you just as the lighter did. Not realizing when did you start to cry like a baby, you sniffled loud enough for her to hear. “Y/n where are you?” She asked you again, her steps getting further from the bathroom doors. She was searching for you in your bedroom for sure.

You seemed to have enough time. Closing your eyes and trying to absorb some energy, you wanted to push yourself up on your arms. But when you tried so, you realized that you were too weak. Hissing from pain you bit on your inner cheeks to not let out any sound. So the woman knew that you were okay.

“Y/n?” Larissa kept searching for you. Her voice went more silent and you assumed that she was on the second floor. You wiped your cheeks, knowing that the red spots from your face wouldn’t be that easy to get rid of.

“Bathroom,” you said. If Larissa heard you, you had only about few seconds before she would arrive to the doors. And you didn’t want to disappoint her or make the woman sad. You weren’t able to do anything, so you just kept sitting on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down your face and your brain working on one hundred and one percent to come up with a lie what were you doing inside of the bathroom and crying.

When you heard footsteps, you swallowed hardly. Remembering of that the bathroom doors were locked from the inside and you had the key on your side of the doors, some stress fell from your shoulders.

Larissa arrived sooner than you thought. She softly knocked on the doors first and you swallowed.

“Is everything okay?” Her worried voice made you feel guilty and suddenly your lungs contracted. Having a feeling of that you couldn’t take a proper breath, you tried to take deep breaths as if it would help. When Larissa didn’t get an answer from you, she knocked on the doors once more, her hand resting on the door handle, what you couldn’t see. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

You didn’t answer her. You had to calm down at first and come up with some believable lie. And that wasn’t easy at all.

“Y/n, open the doors, let me in,” Larissa’s worried voice got to you again and you closed your eyes. As if your mind refused to work. You didn’t know what to do or say. If you stayed quiet…

The key moved in the key hole. Your eyes widened. Of course she had another key. And all of the locks in the house were made like that you could use two keys from the both sides. Making a quick plan, you took the nearest towel you could reach and covered yourself up with it. Maybe you could tell her that you were feeling sick and you were cold. That’s why you used the towel.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Larissa stormed inside of the bathroom and when she saw you sitting on the cold floor, covered up with a towel, she panicked. “Y/n? What happened?” With this question she got closer to you and knelt down.

The poor woman didn’t even have time to take her coat off. She had it still on, her heels as well. As she saw you, she quickly pulled her arms out of the sleeves of the coat and let it fall onto the floor. Not knowing what to do, she knelt down to you and put her hand onto your forehead. It was weird for her you were in the bathroom, sitting on the floor and that you were covered with the towel was just the cherry on the top of her worries.

“It is nothing. I am just feeling sick,” you lied to her easily. Larissa frowned and she looked at your body.

“Are you also cold? Should I bring you some blanket and carry you to the bedroom?” Larissa started asking you and you shook your head. She started taking her coat off and adjusting it, so she could give it to you. But before she did so, your words surprised her.

“I am okay Larissa-“ you said while trying to sit up better. Larissa saw that you were pale in your face and as you were trying to get into other position, you accidentally uncovered your thigh.

Larissa’s eyes fell onto your body. As she saw red marks, she didn’t know what were they from at first. She frowned even more and you still didn’t realize that you thigh was fully exposed for Larissa to explore. As she saw other and other marks on your body, she looked around to find something what would help her. And she found. The lighter, closer to you.

“Y/n, you have promised-“

“Larissa it is nothing,” you breathed out and then Larissa uncovered your body. Disappointment filled her face and then she looked you into your eyes. You couldn’t keep the eye contact. You had to look away and with that your eyes filled with tears again. Not talking about Larissa’s of course. You had a need of explaining to her what was wrong, but you were afraid of that she would get mad at you. You didn’t speak up, but when she made herself more comfortable on the floor, you started crying.

Larissa took the lighter and showed it into the pocket of her coat. You knew that when she sighed and looked at you, at your ruined body as you were sitting there in front of her, with no explanation.

She took off the towel as well. As she saw your whole body and every area which was burnt, she really tried to not say anything. You could see it in her face. You looked down at the floor and when Larissa sighed, you already knew what she was going to say. She was going to ask why have you done that, she was going to ask what was wrong and that why hadn’t you told her about that you have been feeling like this again. But no. Larissa wasn’t asking you anything at all.

When Larissa stood up from you, you were afraid of that she was about to leave you in the bathroom all alone. Well, better said, you were afraid of that she would leave you alone and her being mad at you. But when you saw her getting the first aid kit from under the sink and opening it, you closed your eyes and exhaled.

Larissa was working without any words. She got a disinfectant into her hand and took some napkins. Then she brought it over to you and placed it onto the floor. She knelt down to you again and looked at your body.

“Why did you do that darling?” Larissa asked you, her voice heartbreaking. You didn’t know what or how to answer her. You kept watching her hands working and when she brought the napkin with the disinfectant on it to your body, you flinched away a little. Larissa backed away to give you some time and when you looked her into eyes… they were full of love. You saw in them what only Larissa could show you. You felt like only Larissa could make you feel.

“I don’t feel enough,” you whispered, but then you went on. “I don’t feel like I am being a partner you deserve. I can’t show you my love Larissa. I am not a good partner for you,” you said, your voice shaking because of that you were about to start crying.

Larissa shook her hand softly and started taking care of your burned skin. She was clearly thinking about telling you something what could comfort you and you didn’t even know how much you needed it. Larissa looked you into eyes and asked for a permission. With a nod of your head you allowed her to take care of you and for a tall and tough woman like she was, her touch felt the softest of all the touches.

“Darling you are everything I could’ve wished for. You are enough,” Larissa said and she continued in taking care of your injuries. Thinking of her words, somehow it hit you. That she really loved you. Larissa kept disinfecting your body and when she pressed the napkin a little harder against your skin, you hissed. “I am so sorry love- I didn’t mean to hurt you, I promise-“ Larissa kept apologizing and she backed away for a second or two. She was coming up with excuses because of that she thought she hurt you so much. You just smiled at her. It was enough for you she was there and she was helping you with your injuries.

Once she was all done, she made sure all of the wounds were disinfected. She covered the worst of them with some band aids. You watched her long fingers work with your body.

When you were all done and there was no wound which wasn’t covered up, Larissa stood in front of you and she looked at you. An idea crossed her mind, so she kelt back in front of you and smiled.

“What would you say if I carried you to the bedroom love?” Larissa offered you her help and you smiled at her softly. As much as your tiredness allowed you. With a little nod of your head you told her she could carry you into your bed you were sharing and she really carefully approached you. Bending down, she wrapped her arms under your knees and then around your shoulder. “Are you in pain right now?”

“No,” you said only and then rested your head against her chest. Larissa kissed you into your hair and she started the journey through the house with you in her arms. You let your eyelids cover your eyes and tried to rest. But the bad feeling from the disinfectant was still there, not talking about your messed up mental health.

Larissa reached the bedroom doors and you didn’t know how would she manage opening them and holding you on her hands. But she was a woman after all. Somehow, she opened the doors and walked inside of the room with you. She didn’t turn around to close them immediately, at first she walked with you to the bed.

“Which side?”

“I will take mine,” you answered her and Larissa carried you to the right side of the bed. Lowering her upper body with you still in her arms, she laid you onto the bed as a newborn baby and then she adjusted your pillow. You smiled weakly at her again and Larissa kept standing over you. “Don’t you want to lay down?”

“Darling where else do you keep the other lighters you have?” She asked, her question ending more like a common sentence. You didn’t want to answer her really, but she was about to help you. That woman loved you that much to help you.

“In the wardrobe. Under my underwear,” you told her, all honesty in your voice. Larissa nodded to you and then she sighed.

“Is there anything else you hurt yourself with?” She kept asking you questions and you reached your hand out. Pulling out the drawer of the bedside table, you closed your eyes and nodded your head towards the bedside table. Larissa understood it and she was really glad you weren’t hiding anything. She walked over to the bedside table and as she saw all of the razors, pills and another lighter, she felt so much worse than before. She had it all under her nose and didn’t realize it. “Is this all?”

“Yes it is.”

Larissa swallowed and instead of getting rid of the things you had been hiding, she joined you in the bed. She knew that you needed some comfort and she knew what would you appreciate the most.

She laid her body on the mattress besides you and crawled a little closer. Leaning her head and her back against the headboard of the bed, she tapped her chest softly. Waiting only for your reaction, when you looked up at her and started tossing your body upper a little, she made some space for you.

You both were laying comfortably in the same bed, at the same time. Larissa was really happy about that and you were glad she was there to help you. After all she promised. Your hero.

[ererokii]

Sooo... This request thing. You're aweosme 👉👈

Ooh boy it's a long one (changed it a bit)

-Erens so cute when he purrs and when you mention his curiosity and twitching ears ears and gentle touch, so as not to hurt the reader.

-when he kinda is paying attention to, analysing the reader or protecting them its SO cute

-It would maybe end as like cuddles and things and just... Talking. To him and him grunting or just nodding or thinking replies.

-Maybe be at night.

-Maybe it would start with... Eren In human form.

-Maybe he figures out that you don't think his titan form is so ugly but still a little new and scary and that maybe you like it

- Bam if you can somehow NSFW that... Uhmm?

So he... Turns into a titan and then. Some NSFW or just. Maybe he like. Scares or teases the reader on purpose for a reaction?

-And then NSFW somehow if you wanna put that in. Sorry for the way I type I'm kinda doing it as it all appears in my head lol

-I like your cute, and desperate eren, but also attentive and caring. I haven't seen you write a very cheeky or playful titan eren so maybe that would be nice.

I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS ONE. Here you monsterfuckers, take your TITAN SMUT.

WARNINGS: MONSTERFUCKING. Oral (f receiving), mention of voyeurism, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple orgasms, edging, characters are 18+.

If these themes make you uncomfortable or you rather avoid, please block the tag “AOT SMUT” WC: 1.7K

Also thank you to the amazing @galair for this beautiful art🥺 everyone go check her out

Eren stays deep within his thoughts as he hums to himself, staring up at the starry sky. His loose strands tickle the shell of his ear, itching to scratch away at it but refuses. He can’t recall the conversation before the silence. It’s always been on his mind, but he’s been inquisitive as to what you saw him as, even if he knew the answer.

Am I a monster to you? Or am I just like you?

You knew Eren was quite insecure with himself when it came to his titan powers; no matter how many times he asked you that, you always gave him the same answer.

You were never a monster; you’re just a broken human like me. 

For some reason, that has never failed to put a smile on his face. Being able to categorize himself with humans made him feel complete, separate from the monster people used to call him when he discovered the powers. 

But know that he’s aware (once again) of how you feel, does he scare you?

Maybe he could ask you--, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood at all. Now that he thinks of it, he can’t recollect a moment where you’ve seemed scared to be in his presence, unlike other comrades who look like they’ll leak themselves any moment. 

Without even thinking, he blurts out the question. His eyes widen slightly when he realizes the words slipped past his lips.

“Am I scared of your titan form?” you ask, glancing over at him as you sit up, staring down at him from your position. “I mean, it is always somewhat overwhelming to see something so much bigger than me, and when I sit in your hands but no, besides that, I'm not.”

“Do you think it’s ugly?”

“I don’t,” you say with a smile, legs crisscrossed. “I think it’s unique. You know, just for you. I think it’s quite cute and--” you trail off, glancing over to the side. “--somewhat hot,” you cough in between words, hoping he missed that.

“Hot?” he asks, a hint of smugness evident in his tone.” You think it’s hot?” he leans up on his elbows, a smirk curled at his lips. “Why is that?”

“W-Well, I’m not going to tell you that! That’s too personal.”

“What if I turned right now?”

“Y-You can’t! Captain Levi and Hanji would come to chew you out if you did!”

“Hanji gave me the go-ahead to transform whenever I wanted to, just not to cause destruction,” he gets up with a grunt, backing up a few feet back. By the time he was in position before you could speak, lightning struck the earth, the ground crumbling from the shock. 

You dug your fingers into the ground, lowering your head from the gusts of wind. In no time, it calmed down as you avert your gaze upward, emeralds stare down at you from high above, brown tresses swooshing in the air. 

“You did,” you breathed out, releasing your grip on the dirt. Your hands are unsteady, still trying to compose yourself from the sudden change.

He’s not moving, standing as still as a statue before he drops to his knees, the birds sound asleep in the trees now awake and flying away from the commotion. Your heart feels as if it could burst from the confinements of your chest. 

Your left eye peeks open, cowering within yourself. Your body freezes when you see how close he is. His body is lowered to the ground; knees pushed in like a Sphinx. His eyes glow in the darkness, a new feeling taking over your body. 

His heavy breathing fans over your face, his head cocked to the side as if he was examining your small figure. He finds humor in your expression, nudging your body with his nose.

From the small force added, it caused your body to get pushed back. His ears twitch, the tips sticking upward. He moves forward, doing it once more.

“Eren, quit it,” you huff, sticking your arms out to keep him from doing it again-- which he’ll end up doing too. There’s no doubt that in that nape, he’s having the time of his life. 

He wonders what else he can do like this. He thinks for a minute, noises emitting from his throat. He sticks one of his hands out, shakily raising a finger, and places his hands in between your legs. 

He catches your gaze, his tongue peeking as he leans forward, barely pressing the tip against the bare skin of your neck. The new sensation causes your breath to hitch in the back of your throat, eyeing the pink flesh before gulping lowly.

Eren pulls away, looking at your skirt that happened to ride up your legs. His eyes seem to darken as his mouth closes, teeth grinding against each other. 

“Eren?” you question him as he inches closer, his head lowering slightly to the ground. You’re about to call for him again, but his tongue makes an appearance also, pushing the material up more. Your eyes enlarge, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt-- to which looks like fear in his eyes. 

A noise of somewhat sadness comes from him, his ears lowering. 

“N-No, it’s okay, Eren,” you stutter, face heating up from his motions. If you were honest, you could feel a small wetness pool in between your legs. 

Before you know it, the tip of his tongue is in between your legs, the muscle lapping over your clothed cunt. Your arms are shaky as you let out a little gasp that sounds so cute to his ears; he can’t help but circle it around your clit. 

A predatory look is in his eyes, looking down like you were his meal. The muscle goes sound, poking at your slicked entrance. Panting, you glance down at the position and pull your panties aside, shivering from the chilly wind and hot breathing in between your legs. 

His jaw slacked; he works wonders on your needy cunt. The texture and saliva are enough to make you sensitive on the spot. Your eyes roll back as you chant his name, his tongue licking stripes up and down your folds, squelching noises occurring from his rapid movement. 

Your legs are shaking from the overwhelming sensation. God, it’s becoming too much, but you can’t stop him, nor if you wanted to. You felt as if you would fall to the depths of the earth but yet stayed in reality. 

The tip flicks at your folds, an incoherent noise getting stuck in the back of your throat when he begins to move it side to side rather than up and down. 

You’re so needy for him at this point. You want him to stuff your tight cunt with his cock, to feel him stretch you out as he fucks you to no end. Having him do this to you was on another level of ecstasy, but you would accept it if this came up again. 

The pressure he puts on your fragile body is enough to send you backward, but the way your heels dig into the ground and his gentle touches prevent that from happening. The slick left in between your thighs trickle down to your ass; the feeling becomes uncomfortable but erotic. 

“Fuck baby,” you whisper, head falling back, staring up at the sky with lidded eyes. “Fuu..p-please don’t stop,” you slur, thoughts clouding with nothing but immense pleasure.

God, what if someone caught you? The adrenaline running through your body wouldn’t even let you care about that. But the thought of someone hearing you moan out pathetically as Eren licks away at your cunt, have you moaning out. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if someone overheard. Eren’s tongue was a gift that meant to be cherished, even if that meant having him do this every day for you to get used to the sticky yet warmth radiating from the muscle.

The inside of your legs trembles, your head spinning in circles, rubbing small lazy circles on your puffy clit, desperate to be touched by his tongue. Your hole was being circled, his tongue barely pressing before retracting; the little shit was teasing you. 

One of his fingers gently places over your leg to keep you from moving so much. His finger alone is enough to make you feel weighed down. 

Your lips are moving, but nothing is coming out; no noise, no words. You’re completely out of it. Your fingers are clenching and unclenching around nothing, barely holding onto whatever it was you were. If someone were to ask you what day it was, you wouldn’t be able to tell the time of day or where you were at. 

“ ‘M gonna cum,” your voice comes out soft yet needy, shifting your hips side to side, bucking your hips to the best of your ability. “I wanna cum on your tongue.”

His eyes flicker, a stripe licked up between your folds before resting on your clit-- a place that desperately needs attention. 

Your delicate body is on the brink of defeat; an orgasm after orgasm washes over your body, and he shows no signs of stopping. You’re practically gushing at this point, your juices running down his jaw. You’ve made many feeble attempts to push him away; a growl would emit from him when you tried to do so. 

Sweat trickles down your face into your clothes, causing the front of your shirt to stick onto your skin—short breaths of air, hiccups erupting from your throat. Your eyes roll back as your body finally gives out, falling backward onto his hand that was keeping you upright. 

As you fall, a purring sound reaches your ears as his tongue finally retracts from your mess cunt, his eyes glancing at your slick sticking to you. His finger rubs the inside of your thigh, gently wiping away the transparent substance. His ears flicker as he listens to your heavy breathing, trying your best to catch the air that was taken away from you. 

He lovingly nuzzles his nose against your patella, his dark tresses tickling your supple skin. After being pushed through multiple orgasms, you weren’t even sure if you could walk or get up from this position. 

But he finally got his answer as to why you thought he was hot. 

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[rin-eko]

Chapter Nineteen - And this thing called love, it’s far too fragile

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You were like light, too. Haruchiyo stared at you. You feel in the same way Takeomi used to feel. You take the pain of others and make it your own. So completely beautiful and pure he can hardly stand it.

“W-What? I don’t understand,” you frowned. “How is that possible? I would know.”

“Think about it. It isn’t implausible. Takeomi was to be emperor. You were the perfect choice for empress. He died before you were old enough to marry. You were still a virgin. Naturally, you fell to me as I’m next in line. You know how these things work.”

“I only met Takeomi once, though.”

“You and I never met before we married.”

You supposed that was true, but something about the whole situation was so heart-breaking you wanted to sink to the floor, feeling exhausted by the revelations of the entire day. You subconsciously registered his arms wrapping around you while your mind travelled back to your wedding.

“Is this the true reason you hated me?” You sounded so lost, even to your own ears. “You must think badly of me.”

“No, never,” he pressed his lips to your head firmly. He held you even tighter. “I will admit at the start of our marriage, yes, this is one of the reasons I was so cruel to you. I don’t like being told what to do to begin with, so I think I would have rebelled against any forced marriage. But obviously the entire situation messed with my head even more. Just like the throne, I felt I was taking something of my brother’s and I hated that you just went along with it so easily. I thought you didn’t care what you needed to do as long as you became next in line. My father came to me one day and explained that you didn’t know you were promised to Takeomi. He told me you knew none of it and didn’t deserve the way I was treating you.”

Haruchiyo took a deep breath, pulling away from you slightly. “Even though you didn’t know, I’m ashamed to admit that it didn’t matter to me at first. You were as good as a whore in my eyes. And Takeomi spoke so fondly of you when he visited Baye once, it really felt like I was taking something of his. So I distanced myself from you. I was cruel to you. I… didn’t even want to look at you at first.”

“Do you still hate me? Even a small part of you?” you asked, pressing your head to his chest. You didn’t want to look at him and see even a sliver of that same hatred in his eyes.

“Of course not,” he stroked the back of your head, voice filled with warm care. “How could I possibly hate you?”

He cuddled you close, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head affectionately. “My wife is so amazing.”

Your lips parted, heart thundering inside you.

“You really think that?”

“Mm. Yes.”

You were sure every single one of your emotions were showing on your face in that moment, but when he looked at you in the same way, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about your teachings or protecting yourself.

You shut your eyes tightly, going up on your toes to offer your mouth to him. You blushed, embarrassed, when he chuckled deeply, but there was no time to pull away before he cupped your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb and pressing his lips to yours.

You gripped the material on his shoulders, moaning in confusion when he pulled you closer, sinking to the floor so you could wrap your legs around him as he stroked his tongue between your lips, one hand going to the back of your head.

Heat travelled through you, licking up your limbs until you felt the need to pull your dresses apart, feel his skin against yours, leave the same marks on his neck as he always loved leaving on yours.  

He pulled away with flushed cheeks, a string of saliva connecting your tongues as he breathed hard. You could barely see him beneath lidded, blurry eyes, feeling so feverish and needy a throbbing ache swelled between your legs.

“Haru… Haru,” you murmured, tilting your neck back so he had more access to kiss across it.

“Fuck, say that again,” he came up to stare into your eyes. “Say my name just like that.”

“Haru,” you breathed.

“You kill me,” he slurred, as drunk on the kisses as you were. “I look into your eyes and you completely break me apart. You’re all I want. All I want.” He stretched you out over the floor, shivering when he came over you.

“I don’t think I can wait to be inside you.”

“I don’t want you to. Please don’t make me wait.”

He made quick work of opening the front of both of your dresses, at the same time you reaching up and pulled away the clasp holding his long hair high.

“You seem to like my hair,” he murmured, kissing across your shoulders and down your body. “You are always taking it down when we do this.”

“I love feeling it. It’s so soft.”

“Like your skin,” he nuzzled your belly. “I can’t get enough of this. I thought it would be the same as it was with every woman I’ve been with, but even after the first time, I couldn’t stop thinking about doing this with you.”

“Really? I didn’t want to be near you after our marriage night.”

He visibly winced. “I don’t blame you. I… I do feel regretful over that, for all those words can do. I’m doing a lot of apologising with you, aren’t I?”

You smiled. “I suppose so.”

He went quiet for a moment, and then in a small voice, he murmured so softly you barely heard it.

“Do you trust me?”

You faltered, hands slipping to his shoulders. “What?”

“Do you trust me? You asked me before how you can possibly trust me. Has that changed?”

“Trust you with what?”

“With anything,” he enforced strongly, eyes snapping with intensity. He looked down. “With you,” he mumbled, quieter.

“I don’t know, Haruchiyo. We have only just recently started to get along well.”

His eyes clouded over, clearly taking you words to mean that no, you didn’t trust him. But could he blame you? It would take time to heal from the wounds he had inflicted.

His eyes cleared as he grinned, moving down your body once more. “That’s fine. I’ll just fuck you until you believe in me without question.”

…

You squinted at your husband, holding Tik close to you. “Are you seriously jealous of a child?”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, looking away. “Any man would be jealous if someone tried to take their wife from them,” he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and pinched Tik’s cheeks, much healthier and rounder since the first time you saw him.

“Can you believe this brat will be the emperor one day?” you giggled with the small boy, who covered his mouth cutely to try suppress laughter.

“I heard that.”

You sighed and stood, walking over to your husband whose arms were crossed over his chest as he looked to the side to convey nonchalance. You peeked up at him.

“You know there’s not a chance of anyone stealing me away from you.”

He pressed his lips together, glaring down at you. “I don’t like coming here, you always pay more attention to the kids than me.”

“You get me whenever you want at the palace, I don’t know why you are complaining.” The sound of loud laughter drew your attention to where Saeya was playing with a little girl, building blocks high and then knocking them over. Your heart melted.

A doctor with extensive studies and expertise on the human mind had seen to Saeya two days prior. Haruchiyo had bought one of the most renowned doctors in Senin to the palace without telling you. The man had observed Saeya for a day and asked you questions about her behaviours during an episode. He seemed interested in Saeya and eager to help as soon as possible. Unlike her previous doctors, this one had devised a rational tutoring schedule for Saeya and having dealt with another patient similar to your sister before, he already had plans of activities that would allow Saeya to learn social skills and become more independent. He had spoken to Saeya with patience and care, never once angering when her attention drifted away or she spoke rudely.

You kissed Haruchiyo as soon as he returned to your room that evening, so overcome with the feeling in your chest for him you couldn’t express it in any other way. You knew he didn’t care for Saeya, but he had done it for you, because he knew how important she was to you.

“Mei, the last few nights have been cool. I’ve taken some extra blankets from the storage cupboards and put them on the children’s beds so they don’t catch a… cold,” you finished slowly, realising the only other person in the room was Haruchiyo. He was staring intensely at a book pried from the shelves, fingers tracing over the open page.

“My prince,” you interrupted quietly.

He looked up and smiled. “There you are. Are you ready to leave?”

“Mm. What are you looking at?”

“This.” He gestured you closer to see the ink on the other side of the threaded dark green cover. “I just found it. I can’t believe it isn’t falling apart.”

To Haruchiyo

May your imagination mix with the stories on these pages.

May you find guidance in their morals.

Happy birthday, little brother.

Takeomi

“He must’ve given this to me when I was only six or seven years old,” Haruchiyo murmured, absently tracing down the spine. “I wonder how it ended up here.”

“What stories are they?”

“Children’s tales he wrote at a young age. I would ask him to read them to me over and over.” His eyes were faraway, reminiscing a forgotten memory as he turned the pages slowly.

“You must have really loved it.”

“Well, at least it’s of some use here.”

“Do you want to take it back to the palace?” You touched his arm lightly. His head tilted as he smiled at you and softly shook his head.

“No.”

“Maybe your mother and father would like to see it.”

He went silent.

“Haruchiyo?”

“No. Why would I show it to them? When Takeomi died they didn’t do anything. They didn’t mourn. They should have just said ‘what a pity’ and moved on. That is how careless they were.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. I’ve spoken with empress mother about this. She loved Prince Takeomi, Haruchiyo. But-”

“You don’t understand,” he shook his head, moving away.

“Sara looked at his body as if he weren’t her son. She barely glanced at him before she arranged the burial and resumed her duties. She didn’t cry. She didn’t care at all. I suppose it makes sense when you have so many children. They’re all replaceable.”

You understood how he thought that. He was just a child when so many wounds had been inflicted upon him. Permanent physical and emotional scars that had shaped the person he had grown into.

And yet, perhaps because you could empathise strongly with Sara’s position, you wanted them to reconnect. You didn’t want either of them to be in pain anymore, especially Haruchiyo, who had adored his mother as a child. Who had longed for her growing up.

“He was taken away from her. And I don’t just mean when he died, but when she had to part from him when he was just a child. I’m sure if she acted cold during his death it was only because she held her grief deep inside. Maybe it’s time you try forgive them, Haru. Or at least mend your relationship. Even if it is painful to relive past memories, you must understand they are our rulers. They did not have time to grieve. They lost their son but still had duties to their country during a war. The lives of millions of people were in their hands.”

“Sara has acted cold towards me since the day I was born. The servants used to gossip about how she refused to hold me or nurse me. It’s the same with all her sons.”

“I would probably be the same if I knew my children were to be taken from me.”

His hands fisted. “I don’t know how to forgive them. I can’t.”

“I think-”

“Let’s stop talking about this now. It’s in the past, unnecessary to speak of.”

“But-” you reached for him.

“Y/n,” he snapped. “Shut your mouth. I told you to stop talking about it.”

“If you need-”

“I don’t need your fucking help! I’m not one of your orphan children. I swear to the gods, you should know when to keep quiet. What can someone like you do? Know your place.”

Your hand dropped to your side, heart sinking like a stone in your stomach. You wrapped your arms around yourself, nails digging into your biceps when you realised he was looking at you the same way he used to. A blank, cold wall you would never truly be able to penetrate. Or even hope to be near.  

You shrunk back and lowered your head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“Wait, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay, my prince,” you smiled at him, though it was obviously strained. He stared at you, seemingly lost as his arms hesitated to grab you, unknowing if you would push them away.

“I pushed too hard.” You hadn’t thought you’d hear him speak to you like that again. You almost laughed at yourself. How foolish, for allowing yourself to stray so close to the son of heaven. How foolish for allowing yourself to be vulnerable to his every mood.

You shouldn’t have asked. You shouldn’t have brought up such a sensitive topic, knowing how much his mother affected him. it would have been better if you had stayed in that bubble of happiness the two of you had made of yourselves. A space filled with peace and passion, but ever so breakable and unfaithful.

How terrifying. That after years of teachings you had so easily strayed far from your place. How years of conditioning had been undone in a matter of weeks by this hurtful thing called love.

You wanted to laugh. What gave you the gal to think you and him had a comfortable enough relationship to talk about such things? Perhaps there would always be that part of him that was unreachable, and as much as it made you sad, you could live with it if it meant you could feel the happiness you had been feeling in the past days.

“Y/n, please listen-”

“Your grace, your grandmother is requesting you and the princess’s presence at the palace immediately,” Nobu bowed in the doorway, drawing both of your attention.

You forced a smile. “Yes, I’ll be there immediately.”

Haruchiyo reached for you, worried. “Wait, we need to-”

“It’s okay,” you smiled at him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

It was you who had had forgotten your place.

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[lolita-lollipop]

Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Closing Time (Johnny Utah x fem!reader)

Summary: You work at a clothing store, you get a last minute customer at closing time and sexy tims happen.

Pairing: Johnny Utah x fem!reader

Author’s Notes: So I’m slowly getting back to writing. I’m not gonna say I’m fully back just yet, but for this week at least, there will be content! Huge thanks to @toomanystoriessolittletime and @meetmeinthematinee​ for being cheerleaders and giving me early feedback on this! 

Wordcount: 3125

Warnings: smut. oral sex (F! receiving); dirty talk; unprotected sex with strangers (don’t do this kids!); sex in inappropriate places.

Most days you quite enjoyed it when there was barely any movement at the store. It gave you the opportunity of just being by yourself, reading a book, or enjoying some music or studying for college, things that you didn’t always have the privacy of doing at your dorm because your roommate seemed to always be around. Even during the summer and what was up with that? Didn’t she have better things to do?

She wasn’t like you, who actually had to work to put yourself through college and took some extra jobs during the summer so you could have some savings for the following term when all you managed to get were part-time jobs that you had fit in between classes and paid shit.

Fortunately, at the shop, you had some peace and time for yourself. It was a tiny, hole-in-the-wall sort of place around Venice Beach where tourists could get some shirts and other knickknacks to take back home and locals surfers could find cheap clothing and supplies for a day out on the beach. Most days, you worked from 9-5 and after your shift, you could head to the beach, spread your towel on the sand and enjoy the gorgeous Californian sunset. However, as the summer winded out and the fall winds blew the scalding hot weather into simmering heat, your boss let you close a little early, especially on Tuesdays, when most tourists had already headed home and the new arrivals hadn’t landed yet so there were barely any customers around.

Your plan today had been to finish your reading for class and start the new crime thriller you picked up at the used books store on your way to work. Except, today you were just too restless to focus. You must have reread the same paragraph of your textbook twenty times before you gave up and set it aside, giving the other book a go, but it was just as unsuccessful at holding your attention.

So instead, you moved around the cramped space, adjusting the decoration items, dusting off shelves, and refolding every single shirt in the display until it was perfectly symmetrical while you willed time to move faster so you could end this day. Maybe it was the heatwave that had made an appearance turning the air in the shop stifling and all you had to help you was an old and slow fan that made more noise than blow air. The A/C was busted and your boss still hadn’t called someone to fix it.

Another possibility was the fact that you had to keep the glass doors opened to help circulate a little air and every time any kind of wind blew or someone walked in, it brought with them the crisp smell of salt and sand that always made you ache for the ocean and fight against the temptation of just abandoning everything and heading for the beach so you could cool off taking a dip in the deliciously cold water. Either way, you kept checking the slow ticking of the clock hands, counting the seconds before you could turn the closed sign.

When the minute hand finally hit twelve, you let out a cheer, jumping off your stool and taking a step towards the door. You always locked the doors first to discourage most last-minute walk-ins while you closed the register, put away the money in the back office safe, and slipped out of the store through the back door, taking any garbage with you to throw in the dumpster outside.

Before you could move from behind the counter, a man stepped into the store and you groaned low in your throat. Of-fucking-course! It was like they stood in wait to come in at the precise moment you were about to head out.

“Hey, you’re still open, right?” He asked, pushing the overgrown dark hair back from his forehead and offering you an unsure smile. You felt the urge to lie and say that no, you were closed and he should come back tomorrow.

“Yeah, sure.” You said instead placing your best and most fake seller’s smile. “Feel free to look around and let me know if you need help.”

“Thanks!” He replied, flashing a wider smile that showed a small dimple, before moving towards the shirts in the display while you made your way to the main entrance, flipped the sign, and locked the door to bar any other walk-ins.

You hung back while the guy browsed the options, taking a moment to assess him. He didn’t look like a tourist, but also not fully like a local. Most Californian guys that you knew had the most horrifying hair cuts or bleach jobs you had ever seen and that was not the case for the man in front of you.

His hair was dark brown, a little shaggy from too much exposure to sun and salt and it flopped a little over his forehead, just above his eyes. He wore a grey cropped t-shirt that had definitely seen better days and struggled to contain his broad shoulders, showing a peek of toned abs. His jeans were ridiculously tight and hung low on his slender hips, the light-wash of the denim accentuating the perfect bubble butt and for the love of God, you needed to get laid. Badly.

“Excuse me,” he called, startling you and you prayed he hadn’t noticed the way you were checking his ass just now. “Do you have this one in black?”

“Yeah, sure.” You moved towards the drawers. “What’s your usual size? Medium or large?”

“I think large should be good,” he replied and when you turned around with the requested shirt, he was just standing there, barechested, his top hanging from his shoulder and you hoped your gasp wasn’t as loud as it sounded in your head.

“Here you go,” you croaked, offering him the shirt. “We do have a fitting room…” you gestured towards the small cubicle to the rear of the store.

“Oh right!” He glanced over as he pulled the shirt on. “Do you mind if I try them out here, though?”

“Not at all,” you forced your voice to sound somewhat normal.

“Awesome!”

Damn! He wasn’t just fucking hot. He was also cute, the wide grin he just flashed giving him a boyish look that was only enhanced by the almond-shaped chocolate-colored eyes. Biting your lip, you watched as he turned side to side in front of the mirror, checking himself out.

“It think is a little too big,” he said, meeting your gaze. “What do you think?”

“Well…” you cleared your throat and moved closer so you could look at him through the mirror. “If you want it more fitted, then yeah, probably a smaller size would be best. Want me to get it?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Once again, by the time you turned back to him, he was shirtless, the garment he had just tried neatly folded and resting on the shelf as he took a look at some other shirts, his attention snapping at you when he noticed you coming closer to hand him the new shirt, giving you a glimpse of a pale, sunken scar running down his abs that stopped just above his belly button and that drew attention to the small trail of fine dark hairs that disappeared under the waist of his jeans and holy shit! He was bare beneath those jeans.

“Bike accident,” he commented as he took the shirt that you offered and you met his eyes in confusion.

“What?” You asked, mouth suddenly dry.

“The scar,” he clarified, putting on the shirt and his lips were tilted into a slight smirk. “That was what you were staring at, right?”

“Right,” you agreed, feeling your face burning. “I’ll just head to the register and give you some privacy.”

I don’t mind,” he shrugged, turning to the mirror. “This is better. What do you think?” He turned towards you, giving you a full view of the cotton fabric covering his muscles, looking almost as if painted on him.

“Sure...” you swallowed hard, trying not to stare. “If you prefer it more fitted...”

“I do,” pulling the shirt off and once again giving you the glorious view of his torso. “I’ll take it.”

You took the shirt to the register and he followed, pausing only to pick up his own, which he had discarded on a nearby hanger. You were expecting him to put it back on, but he just threw it over his shoulder, reaching for his wallet as you registered the sale and tried not to stare.

“Is that the only camera you have around here?” He asked, gesturing to a point above your left and you glanced at the object before nodding, exchanging the money he gave you for the paper bag with his purchase.

“Yeah, why?”

“So basically...” he started, taking a step to the side, closer to the fitting room. “I’m completely out of sight over here?”

“Basically, yeah,” you frowned a little, stepping away from the counter. “Why? Are you planning to rob the place? Because let me tell you, there’s not much worth...” You trailed off with a surprised squeak as he tugged on your hand, pulling you over to the blindspot and nearly pressed against his strong chest.

“Because honestly, I never really gave a fuck about the shirt. I just thought you were beautiful and wanted to ask your number when I walked in, but you looked kind pissed so I got cold feet,” he confessed with a rueful smile.

“So you decided to just get mostly naked in front of me?” You snorted, shaking your head and he shrugged.

“Needed to make sure you might be interested and considering the way you were eyeing me earlier, it looked like you saw something you liked.”

“You’re really sure of yourself, aren’t you?” You arched an eyebrow at him, not ready to concede just yet. Even if the heat of his body and the smell of sea breeze whiffing off his skin were driving you crazy.

“Only when I’m right,” he flashed you a lopsided smirk and just waited, gazing into your eyes, making it clear that the next step was yours.

Part of you screamed that it was crazy to even consider hooking up with a guy that just walked into your store, no matter how hot he was, but it had been a ridiculously long time since you last had sex and he was so fucking hot, the scent of his golden skin intoxicating and his heat was making you dizzy with want as you looked him up and down, noticing the volume pressing against the denim of his pants.

“We might not have cameras, but the windows are see-through, so get your ass to the fitting room while I finish closing up.”

He flashed a victorious smirk and nodded, heading towards the back while you rushed through the steps of securing the store before joining him.

Your heart was pounding with anticipation as you made your way towards the back, pushing away the curtain that blocked the small space of the fitting room and finding him perched on the low stool that you kept there so customers could put down their things, facing the full-length mirror, legs spread, jeans undone, revealing the bush of dark hairs surrounding his long and thick cock.

You nearly whimpered at the sight, your center pulsing in want as you leaned against the doorframe, watching him as he run his left hand up and down his shaft, head tilted back, breathing hard, eyes hooded. He was such a beautiful and debauched sight that you felt the urge to photograph him, capture that sensuality.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch?” He asked, eyes meeting yours through the reflective surface.

“You seemed to be doing fine on your own,” you teased stepping into the tight space, fingers itching to touch all that glorious skin.

“I did not just spend most of my afternoon at the corner diner, drinking burned coffee just to jerk off in front of you,” he declared, standing up and turning your way.

“Ohhh, so this was premeditated?” You asked, kicking off your sneakers as he reached for you and you stumbled against his chest.

“A little bit, yeah,” he admitted, large hand hot against your hips and you wanted to feel it against your flesh. “You probably don’t remember, but I was here last week and you had to bend over to get something from one of the lower drawers...” he let out a soft groan, hands moving to your ass and squeezing lightly. “Fuck! I don’t think I ever popped a boner so fast in my life. I had to get out.”

You vaguely remembered that. There was so much coming and going in this place, it was hard to keep track of faces, but customers just taking off after asking to see something usually caused an impression. If you weren’t about to get fucked after six months, you would be more pissed.

“So you decided to come back when I was alone and seduce me?” you asked, running your hands over his chest and abs, scratching it slightly and goosebumps rose in his skin as he hissed.

“Yeah,” he spoke in a low voice as his hands move to the button of your jeans. “I’ve been thinking about you all week,” he slid your fly down and your breath caught in your throat. “I thought about bending you over that counter and fucking you until you’re screaming.” His fingers skimmed over your cunt, just a soft touch, but you gasped and arched your hips forward, holding onto his arms to steady yourself. “I thought about it eating your pussy and your ass until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

Those words were whispered right against your ear, before he changed your positions, crowding you against the mirror and pushing your jeans down to your thighs before he once against skimmed his fingers over covered sex, making you ache for him.

“What do you think about that?” He asked, lips brushing your cheek in an almost chaste kiss, completely opposed to the lewdness of his hand exploring your cunt. “Do you want it?”

“If you’re as good with your tongue at eating pussy like you are at talking dirty, then I maybe I do,” you declared, tired of his teasing and you felt his smirk as he gracefully slid to his knees in front of you.

You didn’t manage to get another word out before he shoved your panties down to join your jeans and his lips firmly connected to your clit. He gave it a sharp suck and you groaned, burying your fingers into his hair to keep yourself on your feet as your brain short-circuited and your knees turned to jelly.

He was very good at eating you out, especially because he was very attentive to every sound you made, every tightening of your grip on his hair, and roll of your hips to nudge him into going faster or slower, harder or softer... It wasn’t long before he reached that perfect alternation of fast flickering against your clit and slower and broad strokes of his tongue over your entrance and lips, a combination that drove you crazy.

You were whimpering and moaning, legs quaking with the alternating urge to close them around his face to keep him trapped there pleasuring you forever or spreading them wider so he could have more space to work, but the edges of your jeans were digging into the lower part of your knees, signaling you that that was as far as they could go.

As if reading your thoughts or maybe he just realized he would need more room, he shoved your pants down and helped you to kick them off so you could be completely free of the garment. And didn’t you two looked like a mismatched pair, with you standing there wearing only your top while he knelt in front of you, his jeans still on.

Once your pants were off, he hooked your right thigh over his shoulder, pressing his mouth even harder against your cunt, flickering his tongue over your clit before dipping it in between your lips, gathering the juices soaking your sex like a starved man.

“Fuck! I’m so close...” you hissed, rolling your hips, seeking more because that tight knot deep inside you was about to snap and from the way you ached and shuddered, your muscles tensing, you knew it would be a hard one.

“Yeah?” He mumbled against your core, his breath against your overheated skin making you shiver as he pushed two fingers inside you. “Gonna cum all over my mouth?”

He pistoled his fingers in and out at a fast pace, crooking inwards with every down motion, his tongue matching his rhythm against your clit and it was that made you snap as you bit down on your fist to stop yourself from shouting as your body was flooded with pleasure and all you knew was the unbelievable bliss that surrounded you. Stars bust behind your closed lids, the air came out of your lungs in short gushes as you fought hard not to slide down to the ground because your legs felt like jelly.

“Ok?” he asked, making you finally snap your eyes open to look at him.

He was sitting on his heels, face still glistening with your orgasm, his lips swollen and red from the abuse. His cock was rock hard, red, and leaking and you really wanted to return the favor.

“Way better than ok,” you replied with a gasp. “My turn?” To your surprise, he shook his head and got to his feet.

“Tonight, the only place I’m cumming is in that pussy,” he announced against your ear and shivered with anticipation. “So let’s get out of this fucking store and go to my place?”

“Fuck yes!” you grinned breathlessly at him as you reached for your jeans and he buttoned his over his hard cock and that couldn’t be comfortable.

“I’m Johnny, by the way,” he said. “Johnny Utah. Just in case you want to know what to shout when I fuck your brains out later.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheeky smirk and moved closer to him, once fully clothed, the only evidence of your recent climax was the sweat cooling on your skin and the stupid grin that refused to leave your face.

“I think I like you more when your mouth is busy with something other than talking,” you declared and before Johnny could manage a reply, you silenced him with a kiss, tasting yourself in his tongue.

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[hotjellycow]

𝙸𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚈𝚊𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚡 𝚂𝙼𝚁

𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚠 𝙸𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔, feminization, 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒v𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚊

(Y/n) waited outside his boyfriends agency building after he had gotten a strange hastily written message from Inasa asking him to pick him up quickly.

It was certainly strange, his lover had never left worked this early even when he was ill he still went to work despite (Y/n)'s warnings so it was strange when he suddenly asked (Y/n) to pick him up.

Inasa hadn't been feeling sick before work so it couldn't have been that, though it did make him worry thinking maybe Inasa had gotten hurt during work but then again wouldn't he have gone to the hospital or at least call you?

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your car door open and saw Inasa quickly get into the passenger seat but what was strange was that he was wearing a hood over his head and a blanket over his body.

You noticed his hands were crossed over his chest area tightly making you slightly confused. "Inasa are you ok?" You asked noticing his also red face and sweat dripping down his face along with his deep heavy breaths, "I'm fine can we go home please," he asked his voice uncharacteristically low almost a whisper.

"Are you sure?" You asked again getting worried, "Ill tell you later can we please go home," he asked louder, you decided to stop prodding and just started the car and drove home.

~~~

When you opened the house door Inasa immediately ran past you and into your bedroom where he locked himself inside the bathroom. You locked the front door again and folwed him quickly, you stood in front of the restroom door putting your habd on the knob and trying to open it but alas it was locked. You knocked on the door jiggling the knob again, "Baby are you ok? Whats going on?" You asked ready to kick the door down if you needed to, "Just give me a minute!"

Inasa yelled from inside the bathroom though he sounded out of breath.

You decided to just wait on the bed for him to get out but that didn't stop your worries.

Was he hurt? Did something happen during a villain attack? All these thoughts hurt your head. You heard the door creaking slowly open making you snap your head up seeing Inasa standing in front of the doorway with a blanket over his body and a hood over his head.

You stand up quickly walking in front of his larger form, "Darling what happened?

Is everything alright?" You asked putting your hand on his shoulder. He nodded letting out a shaky, "I'm ok but i um got hit by a q-quirk today," he mumbled, "What, well what is it?!"

You asked, your boyfriend slowly pulled his hood down revealing to you two white and black spotted cow ears along with small black cow horns on the top of his head.

Your jaw literally dropped when you sat it, "What the fuck," you said shocked, "What happened?!" You asked. "I got into a fight and one of them hit me with their quirk turning me into... this" Inasa said pointing to his head. "Well shouldn't we go back to the agency to fix this or go to the hospital," you asked frantically about to get your keys and drive to the hospital to figure out what the heck was going on.

But before you could go Inasa grabbed your arm, "Wait!"

He suddenly shouted one of his hands still over his chest as his other gripped your arm tightly, "There's um something else..." he said looking away from your gaze shyly, "Well what is it?" you asked wondering what else could have possibly happened.

He kept looking away as he spoke, "Just don't be weirded out please," he whispered struggling to find the right words to say.

You just nodded hesitantly not sure what he was doing, Inasa took a deep heavy breath as he slowly removed his hands from his chest and removed the blanket over his body revealing his black shirt with two wet spot right around where his nipples were. You were certainly confused not sure what and how he got those wet spots.

"Whats that?" you asked not too sure what was going on there, Inasa hesitantly lifted the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head which revealed his two large pectorals leaking some sort of white creamy substance from his very red looking nipples.

"W-what?" you asked not knowing what to say in this situation.

It was so strange to you, you could see how embarrassed Inasa was showing you, his face was red as small tears was apparent in the corner of his eyes.

His breath was getting heavier as sweat dripped form his face, his eyes squeezed shut not wanting to look at your face right now. "(Y/n) it hurts, I don't know what to do," he breathed out some tears from humiliation and pain, it wasn't regular pain though.

He felt so sensitive, every touch to his chest made him whimper, he was too embarrassed to tell anyone and he was definitely too embarrassed to consult a doctor about this. What was he supposed to say? He was hit my a horny quirk that made him moan with every touch? Fuck that.

He thought since you were his lover that maybe you could help him.

You reached your hand out to touch it, just curious as to how this was happening, when you pushed your hand onto his soft chest the liquid immediately squirted out of his nipple getting on your shirt.

A loud strangled moan coming out of Inasas mouth as he grabbed your hand giving it good squeeze, he pushed your hand away from him embarrassed at the noise he made.

"I'm sorry," he said hiding his face away from you, "Baby is that why you don't want to go to the doctor," you asked sympathetically, you knew how red faced and embarrassed he was right now and you didn't want to make it worse.

He just nodded his head tears pouring down his face from all the shame he was feeling in that moment.

You reached your hand out taking his in yours pulling his face to look at you, "Its ok baby maybe I can help, only if you want me to," you offered wiping away the tears on his face with your thumb, smiling softly at Inasas sniffling, he looked into your eyes and nodded, "please," he whispered. You nodded pulling him to the bed, you sat him down on the bed and left to the restroom bringing back some towels knowing things would most likely get messy.

You laid them around the bed before sitting yourself down on the bed taking off your pants, you patted your lap beckoning Inasa to sit on it.

He removed his pants leaving his boxers on only and hesitantly making himself comfortable on your lap placing his hands on your shoulders, you removed your shirt knowing it would get dirty.

"I'll try my best to help you" you reassured him bringing him in for a gentle kiss, he closed his eyes deciding to put his trust in you.

You pulled away slowly rubbing his hips as you moved your hand to his chest, you tried not to press too much knowing he was very sensitive.

You put your hand over his chest and massaged it slowly, "(Y/n) hah~" he moaned putting his palm over your hand pushing you hand harder on his chest, you pressed his nipple in between your finger squeezing it harder this time causing a loud moan to erupt from his mouth.

Inasa bit down on his lip trying to keep his volume down as much as he could, you gave his tit a god squeeze making his nipples to spurt out out the liquid.

You leaned your face close to his nipple, sticking out your tongue you swirled it around his red bud before taking it int your mouth, "A-Aah shit~" he moaned loudly gripping onto your hair tightly. You sucked harder on his tits causing the liquid to fill into your mouth, surprised you pulled away breathless.

You smacked your lips drinking some of the liquid, surprisingly it tasted like milk but sweeter, almost addicting.

You latched onto his nipple again sucking on it more, the milk entering your mouth as you tried t drink as much as you could, some spilled from the sides of mouth letting it drip on your chest.

"Yes yes! Ngh~" Inasa moaned pushing himself against your warm mouth, relief filling his body as his sensitivity heightened his body trembling as he suddenly came in his boxers leaving a wet spot on his boxers. You continued your actions removing your hand from his tit and moving it to his boxer where you pulled them down, taking a hold of his dick you jacked him off rubbing his cum and pre-cum covered tip with your thumb making it leak more pre-cum.

Inasa moved his hand over his mouth trying his best to keep his noises down but with everything you were doing he couldn't.

Looking up and seeing your lovers pleasured red face along with hearing his loud moans made you groan and cum in your boxers as well, fastening your movements you detached from his nipple and moved to his other sucking the milk filled pectoral.

You tried your best to keep your breathing study as you sucked in as much as you could.

You lifted your boyfriend up and pushed him down on the bed getting in between his legs, you pulled down his boxers along with yours as Inasa covered his face from you panting hard.

You leaned down to his dick licking around his tip before taking him in your mouth fully.

"Agh!~" he moaned feeling your hot mouth around him, you moved your hand up his body giving his boob a good squeeze feeling the milk squirt out and onto your hand. You pinched his nipple trying to get all that stored up milk out of him, Inasa thrusted into your mouth gently gripping your hair as his thick thighs wrapped around your head squeezing you. Tears continued to run down his face but this time from all the pleasure you were giving him, he sobbed into his mouth as he tugged on your hair.

You moved your free hand to wrap around his thigh massaging it gently, Inasa removed his hand from his mouth gripping onto the hand that was on his boob his other hand forcing your head down as his body spasmed, "Oh (y/n)! yes fuck fuck~fuckkk~!" he moaned cumming into your mouth.

His eyes crossed as his tongue hung out of his mouth, milk pouring from his tits as he orgasmed, hearing his moans and looking up to seeing his pleasured face made you cum.

Your cum landing on the bed as you drank the cum in your mouth.

"Ngh~" Inasa let out one last moan as he came down from his high nearly passing out but struggling to stay awake, you licked the tip of his dick before pulling away his thighs falling onto the bed his body weak.

You took a deep breath observing the big mess and the half awake Inasa laying there smiling at you, you smiled back leaning up and kissing his forehead. "I love you baby," you mumbled pecking his lips, Inasa smiled sweetly mumbling a small I love you too, "Come on let me clean you up baby," you mumbled lifting him up and bringing him to the bath.

You cleaned the bed up as you waited for the bath to fill up, you sat down in the large bathtub pulling Inasa to sit on your lap as you washed his cum and milk filled body.

He weakly kissed your cheek as you washed him, "Thank you," he whispered smiling.

You nodded kissing him again, looking up you noticed, "Hey the horns and ears are gone," you mentioned noticing they disappeared.

Inasa nodded closing his eyes, "You can sleep baby I'll get you cleaned up," you said making him nod and fall asleep on against your chest.

[calllamander]

Okay I'm ready I've made up my mind , here's a little backstory no one wants to hear: my sister just got engaged and I cried for about half an hour because I was so freakin happy for her sooo I'm in such a lovely mood , maybe you can pick that up and write a little engagement thingy ? :) idc if it's drabble hcs or else , whatever works best for you sweetie 😊 also you can pick the character ...... but we both know who works always for us lmao

Thank you so muuuch and take all the time you need ! 💖

ahhhh! this is so sweet! nonnie congrats to your sister!! when I got this ask I literally started smiling so wide in my online class that everyone was really confused 😂 I hope this is alright...and plausible haha I’ve never been proposed to (hurry up Tooru smh) - sorry for the wait, this is my piece de résistance and I wanted it to be as good as it could be ❣️

Hq boys proposing

KUROO smiled at you from the passenger seat, your hand in his as usual as you drove, Tokyo fading into the patchwork fields of country. “tetsu...” you ask, laughing as the wind tangled you’re hair, “where are we going?” it seemed almost as if he had been waiting for you to ask because he suddenly looked nervous, very nervous, the kind of nervous where he accidentally blurts out chemistry pick up lines on the first date (it’s a miracle he got a second one). he looked over, emboldened by your easy enthusiasm. “do you remember when we were still in high school, and you used to call me and just say ‘get me out of here?’ ” his voice is low and serious, and impossibly gentle with emotion. you nod, and your smile gets sadder at the memory, the memory of you. “well,” he stops the car and opens up his door, hurrying round to do the same for yours, composing his thoughts as you start the walk, down the path off the road, along the river, and he feels a flush of pride as recognition illuminates your face. it’s a perfect evening, the sky is watercolour pink and orange, and the water reflects it perfectly. “we found this place by chance” he continued speaking faster from nerves, “and when we walked down this- this exact path, i knew that this was different from anything else. my whole life I have had a good life, and I had been with good people and yet I‘d just felt...” he paused, and looked you right int he eyes, before sighing out: “restless.” your mouth opens slightly and you whisper his name. “And you know when I’m with you I just feel still” he continues, starting to blink back tears. “and I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything y/n l/n, and” he got down on one knee: in front of the setting sun, and the river refracting the light. and he did look still. he looked radiant and relaxed and so so happy. and you covered your face with your hands but stopped yourself because you didn’t want to miss any of this. “and this is my moms ring” he said, “and i wish she could’ve met you but I know she would have“ his voice cracked and he looked away for a split second, swallowing hard, “would have loved you almost as much as I do.” he grinned in spite of himself and you smiled too, even through your tears. “so,” he laughed, “after all this, I guess ill just....” he laughed again, messing his hair up agitatedly, “will you marry me?”

“yes!” you laugh and run towards him, “a thousand times yes!”

OIKAWA looked himself over once more in the mirror, he’d tried hard to look like he’s trying but also casual which makes him feel kind of stupid but that paradox of appearances and feelings is just how he’s wired. casual. not I’ve-been-planning-this-for-forever-and-if-it-goes-badly-i-don’t-have-the-faintest-idea-what-I’d-do. that’s not what he wants. it needs to be a total surprise. the rings already in his breast pocket, right above his heart. the ring feels like happiness. “princess?” he spins and offers you his arm, “ready?” And when he’s sees you he blushes down neck like when its genuine, because you look beautiful in that dress, and he might be getting a little bit choked up, and ducking down to hide it. because...because it’s you, because he’s actually doing this. with you. actually. finally. “lets go then” you laugh and he laughs back with a determination usually reserved for the court. because this is everything. the drive is a short one and the night air is cold against your cheek, the streetlights make oikawa’s hair a coppery halo round his head and the wind fluffs it up in a way he gets frustrated about but you could stare at all day. “i love you ” you sigh, looking over at your boyfriend, and he blushes and stutters and tries to focus on the road. “I love you too darling” and he gives you the gentlest smile that he‘s ever shared with anyone “te amo, mi alma.” he parks and takes your hand. the observatory is empty: long closed, and your heels clack on the tiled floor. the stairs are steep, but the two of you are young and you‘re boundless because that’s what love does to people. in no time at all you step out, into the round room that forms the top floor, and gasp. there’s candles set in the corners and there’s flowers and there’s your boyfriend looking utterly ethereal, his white shirt a buttery yellow in the candle light. and you feel your heart just ache with how much you love him. he presses a button, and, as the roof starts to open up like a flower, he takes a deep breath. “when I was younger every time I felt lonely I used to think about space” sliver by sliver the roof was opening up, and you could see a glass dome, snatches of stars, pinpricks of light. torus voice was gentle, and fragile, and proud and horrifically insecure and somehow everything because it was him. “theres more out there“ He glanceable up at the sky unfolding, “than we can ever comprehend...I liked it. I liked that it was infinite. i liked that I belonged to something that was chaotic and orderly and empty and full” he swallowed hard. “and then there was you. and you were the best person I had ever met. and I thought that maybe I would have to be something else for you, because i’ve felt like that my whole life. but you - you just...made me feel like I belonged. and I didn’t need the night sky anymore because this,” the roof finally opened all the way and for one perfect moment it was just you, tooru and the universe: the heaviness of him, and the lightness too. “this is infinite.” he dropped down on one knee. “y/n l/n I love you with everything in the solar system and I will until every last star is blown out, and a thousand years more. and this isn’t horrifically corny so I’m going to just ask: will you marry me?” You let out a sob

“yes”

SAKUSA leant into your touch the way he never had for anyone else. like a warmth he never knew was missing, a tiny puzzle piece in his soul. your hand was running through his hair, occasionally creeping down to rub his back. he blushes, because irritatingly he can’t stop himself (but does he wean them to?). you‘re off guard now, relaxed, eyes closed, breathing in the night air from the roof of your apartment block. his face is in your neck and it’s all very peaceful (so peaceful it makes his heart hurt). he takes a deep breath (its now or never). “...hey y/n?” you hum, opening your eyes to show you’re listening. he struggles to think of what to say. “i love you” he settles on. you kiss his hair, “I love you too omi.” you say it like it’s obvious and he shakes his head, sitting up a little more so he can look at you. “no, I mean...I- I didn‘t know what love was. and I didn’t realise how badly I wanted it, until I met you. and I just” he exhales, momentarily turning his head up to stare into the sky. “I want to spend forever with you. that. that’s what I want. and I don’t have a ring, or a dramatic plan and maybe that’s what you would have wanted-” he’s looking down now, he knows, getting nervous, and he forces himself to get back on track. “but” He realises he should be kneeling and goes to do so in front of you. “I would be the happiest man alive if you would marry me.” and there, on a camp bed that he dragged onto the roof and covered with bedding just because you mentioned you liked the night, under the cloudy 11 o clock sky with the love of your life. you said yes.

@anonanonymousanon

[a-mnhia]

nobody asked me but if mina was to pull a tarot card she would pull the eight of swords.

[bubblegumbi0tch]

The Deal

Succubus Suna x Witch reader

Casting the spell was simpler than You'd first imagined. The ingredients weren't terribly difficult to come by, and the spell had already been in your grimoire. You lived alone, so privacy was no issue, and the price for this spell didn't scare you as it probably should have. I wasn't 100 percent sure You'd actually expected it to work. You'd achieved simple feats of magic in the past, but something like this? Conjuring? You never even attempted it. But now, in front of you, stood the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. Though factually speaking, he wasn't a man at all. His hair was brown as roasted chestnuts eyes the brightest grey greenish. You've ever seen - unnatural but beautiful nonetheless. His skin was smooth, and his muscles looked as if they'd been sculpted by the gods - though gods certainly had nothing to do with his creation.

And he was naked. Perfectly naked. "Why did you call me human?" Goddess, even his voice was sinful. Deep and soft like honey, yet carried an air of importance that was impossible to miss. "I..." Suddenly your mouth felt dry. It was one thing to read about his kind and another entirely to actually be in the presence of one. Demon. Succubus. "Do you wish for higher social standing?" he asked, stepping out of the circle I'd conjured him from. "Or perhaps a bigger house?" You glanced around at your sparsely decorated one-bedroom ranch, suddenly curious about where he lived.

Indeed not all demons lived in hell? You shook my head, swallowing around the lump in my throat as You continued to watch him. "Money, then?" he asked, but quickly shook his head, "No...a boyfriend, perchance?" You felt my cheeks heat, but You managed to shake my head. You wouldn't make a deal with a demon for any of those reasons. He walked forward until he was directly in front of you, your breath catching in your throat as his warm fingers tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. He smelled like fire and brimstone and something uniquely masculine that made my stomach clench with want. You've read about that too. Succubi were created to be irresistible to humans - and he was certainly no exception. "Then what do you request of me?" You were slightly shocked to find a forked tail swaying back and forth behind his head, and though I'd known that all succubi had them, it was still a strange sight to see. He smirked, seemingly amused, as he asked, "Does my tail intrigue you, human?"

"(Y/n)." I whispered softly, "My name is (y/n) ." He nodded slowly as if surprised that You offered the information. "I am called "Suna." You felt yourself nodding, but You were still staring at his tail. Looking at his face was too complicated, and you were painfully aware of how close his hard cock was to you. The tail was an oddly welcomed distraction. Suddenly his tail was between the two of us as he said, "You are very distracted by it." Up close, it was easy to tell that the points were sharp - lethal even - and it made me wonder why he needed it - how he used it - how many had fallen at the hands of it.

He reached out, his warm fingers encircling your wrist as he brought your fingers up to lightly trail against his tail, and somehow the act was erotic. His wrist guided your hand for a moment more before he let me go to explore on my own. You gently trailed my fingers up, lightly exploring the sharp, forked end, when suddenly his tail wrapped around my forearm and tugged you forward into him, one hand on your waist and the other under your chin, so You were forced to look at him. "What is it you request, (y/n)?" he asked, his voice more profound than it had been, pupils were blown wide, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was as turned on as You were. Surely not. "I need someone...taken care of." He arched an eyebrow as he asked, "You would like someone killed?" "Yes," You whispered, barely able to force the word out around the lump in your throat. Even though You've come to a decision - firmly and honestly - actually voicing it was proving more difficult than I'd anticipated.

The demon Suna seemed slightly impressed, his fingers sliding from your chin to lightly trail against your cheek. "You're very young to have acquired an enemy that requires a demon." "It's not for me." "Do you offer your soul for someone else?" He seemed genuinely perplexed by the idea, but You nodded nonetheless. "For my little brother." "Humans are strange creatures," he murmured, his thumb sliding across my bottom lip. "Who?" "My father." You breathed out, trying to keep my heartbeat controlled as his simple touches seemed to light a fire in your belly. "Interesting," he murmured. "I assume you know of my terms?" I nodded, "My soul in exchange for you to do my bidding." He made a soft noise in the back of his throat, his eyes studying mine intently as he was silent for a moment.

When You thought he would deny your request, laugh in your face, and leave, he finally spoke up. "And you're aware of how my deals are signed?" The heat that was racing across your skin seemed to burn twice as hot at his words. Of course, You knew how he signed his deals. "Sex." You said, your voice more confident than I indeed was - but You're sure he knew that already. The lazy smile that stretched across his face was sinful, and the sight of two sharp fangs only made me want him more. "I see the little witch has done her research," he murmured approvingly, softly pressing his thumb between your lips. It was all the prompting I needed to swirl my tongue around the digit, your teeth lightly grazing the pad of his thumb as his eyes darkened. "Say the words, (y/n)," he growled, the hand on my hip tightening. "I, (y/n) (y/ln), request the services of the demon Suna." You whispered, breath hitching as his fingers trailed down your neck and between the valley of your breasts. "In return for the murder of my father, Offer my soul to him to do with as he pleases." You watched in slight awe as a rune appeared on his chest. A matching one burned into the exact spot on your chest as well, though it felt incomplete.

"The rune will solidify after the deal is signed," he said, answering your unspoken question. I simply nodded, your eyes flicking between his eyes and lips. You've read countless stories of what to expect - deals this big always required more than a kiss to be sealed - and all of them spoke of the wild nature of succubi. Though they also spoke of carnal pleasure. "You are a very beautiful human." he mused, seemingly speaking more to himself than to you. I cleared my throat and shook my head, "I assure you there are prettier." "Perhaps," he said with a shrug, "Though in all my centuries, I've yet to encounter one." His words wrapped around me like silk, and in the back of my mind, I knew that he had to say these things to everyone - though I certainly didn't understand why. "Nobody bids me do anything." he said with a growl, the hand not on my waist sliding into my hair, "I am far too old to have to do anything." Was he reading my mind? How? Indeed he hadn't been able to the entire time. "I can read the thoughts of all the souls in my possession," he answered easily, his lips brushing against my ear with each heated, damning word he spoke. His lips trailed a series of kisses along your neck, moving down one side and up the other, gentle breaths against my skin before his lips hovered above your own. I couldn't control the racing of your heart at this point, the effort entirely futile with his proximity.

Your body craved him. Ached for his touch and wanted nothing more than to be claimed by him - thoroughly owned. And your brother is finally safe. "This is your last chance, little witch." he murmured, "There's no going back after this." In a burst of boldness, You hadn't experienced before, You laced your fingers into his soft hair and pulled him forward to close the gap between your lips. And goddess, he felt divine - and when his tongue effortlessly invaded your mouth, his taste wasn't of this earth. He was made of smoke and darkness and sin. And You wanted more. His growl was animalistic as he controlled the pace of our kiss, his hands seemingly everywhere your ass, your hips, your hair, and then suddenly his hands were unbuttoning the oversized shirt you were wearing a remnant from an old boyfriend, and though your heart was in your throat, You were powerless to tell him to stop. You wanted this. Once the thin fabric was pushed to the floor, You were left in nothing but your underwear, and the thought was exhilarating. His lips broke away to press heated kisses to your neck, his tail coiling around my wrist much like his hand had previously, only this time he was guiding you to his cock. You couldn't help the choked gasp that left my throat at the feeling of him hot and harrowing and smooth under your hand, and the groan that escaped him at the contact made you delirious with power. I had pulled that pleasured sound from this powerful demon. You.

And You wanted to hear it again and again. You gripped him firmer, his tail uncoiling to let you continue on your own as You brushed your thumb over the head, spreading precum along his shaft as You pumped faster. His hands had tangled themselves in your hair as he pulled you in for a rough, dominating kiss that had your knees shaking once he'd finally pulled away, his lips and teeth and tongue turning their torture upon my breasts. Indeed this was heaven. The dark chuckle that left him at your thoughts had my thighs clenching as he said, "I assure you this is not heaven." "It's surely as close as I'll get," I whispered, your free hand tangling into my hair as he focused all his attention on your nipples. His hips were bucking forward into your hand, his grunts against your skin more frequent as he nipped your breast, fangs scraping across the delicate skin just hard enough to sting - just hard enough to add fuel to the fire already raging inside you. "Where do you sleep?" he asked, quickly lifting you into his arms. You pointed to the door at the end of the hall, and in seconds he was kicking the door closed with his foot and depositing you on the bed. You knew that the flush that covered my skin was fierce, and as his calculating eyes took you in, You couldn't help but wonder what he really thought of me. As a demon - a succubus - he had slept with countless women when making deals like these, and you were sure they were only a foggy memory in his mind. "I've already said what I think of you." he said, quickly crawling his way onto the bed, his tail swaying between his shoulder blades, "You are gorgeous."

"Do you make deals with women you don't find attractive?" You asked, the question past your lips before You could stop yourself. His chuckle was amused as he hovered over you, "Attraction is not often something I'm aware of when making deals. It is not in my nature." His words only brought up more questions, but after tonight none of them would matter anyway. You'd live out the remainder of your life - however long that ended up being - and when You died, your soul would forever be bound to Suna. Your questions weren't necessary. You threaded one hand into his hair, lightly tugging him into another kiss as his delicious bodyweight settled over you fully. Too soon for your liking, he pulled away, tracing a path with his mouth over your neck, across your breasts, and down your stomach, coming to settle between your thighs. Without preamble, he slipped your panties from your legs, pushing your thighs open as he pressed soft kisses to your skin. "You smell divine," he murmured, his eyes closed as his fingers dug into your inner thighs. You had no idea what to say, though it was apparent response wasn't required as his tongue snaked out to brush against your clit. He smirked at my gasp of pleasure, sliding his tongue to the already dripping slit to slowly fuck you with it before returning to your clit. You had no idea how long he alternated this maddening pattern. Still, sooner than later, you were a writhing, moaning, panting mess above him, my hands tangled in the sheets at my head. "You're very responsive," he murmured, first one. Two fingers sliding into your cunt and arching come here before his tongue found your clit again. The constant pressure that had been building, building, building finally broke, and You shattered, thighs shaking as your orgasm raced through your body. He growled, his tongue hungrily lapping at your essence as I continued shaking above him, body wracked with pleasure as he refused to let me come down. "Fuck," You gasped, one hand shooting to his hair and pulling probably harder than You should have though it didn't seem to bother him at all.

He was relentless, claiming another orgasm as his before finally kissing his way back up your body and claiming my lips. Without warning, he slid into you, capturing my strangled gasp with his lips as his hips were flush with mine. And goddess, I was so full. He pulled back slowly, rocking his hips forward again, and the hiss that fell past his lips made your walls flutter around him. Never had a man sounded so sexy. He quickly hooked your legs over his arms, opening you further and changing the angle so that he slid even deeper, impossibly deeper. You knew that your nails were digging into his back, but the pressure felt so good that You couldn't help it. You were clawing onto him for dear life as he began to pick up his pace. "This is perhaps close to heaven," he murmured, a slight smirk on his face before he began peppering your breasts with kisses, his hips rocking steadily, pushing you closer and closer to the edge yet again. On a particularly harsh thrust, I came undone again, your arms and legs tightly wrapped around him as white light exploded behind your eyelids and stole your breath. His deep moan was the only thing that anchored you to the moment. Before I realized it, he'd flipped our positions, his hands on your waist as he guided your movements. "Ride me, (y/n)." How could I deny him anything when he spoke like that? You rocked your hips back and forth before slowly beginning to bounce up and down. He was so deep in this position, and it took your breath away. His eyes were intense as he watched you, his hands sliding to your ass to squeeze and slap as your pace sped up. He just felt so perfect. "Please," You begged, not quite sure what it was you were asking for. He knew, though. Suna's fingers slid to your clit, rubbing in tight circles that quickly had you clenching around his cock again.

He growled, sitting up to wrap his arms around you as he began thrusting up into you, his fangs scraping against your neck. You couldn't breathe. It wasn't necessarily experienced, but You'd definitely never felt anything like this in your life. Your arms were thrown around his shoulders, fingers tangled in his hair as he continued hitting that perfect spot that already had your legs shaking around him. "Oh fuck," You gasped, biting into the corded muscle of his shoulder, "Fuck, I'm going to come again. Fuck Suna!" At your near-shriek of his name, beautiful black wings exploded from his back, a guttural groan leaving his throat as his fangs sunk into your neck and  the pleasure just wouldn't stop. He pulled away from your neck, flipping our positions. Hence, he hovered above you again and began pounding into me without restraint. His wings were spread out behind him, blanketing us in a cocoon of darkness as his mouth and fingers exploring our body. Your breathing was coming in gasps as You clung to whatever bit of his skin was in reach, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Cum with me, little witch," he growled, fingers pinching and teasing your clit. And of course, it didn't take long - only this time he came with me. His entire body went rigid as he pressed himself as deep as he could go, his growl shaking the walls as You shattered around him. I felt him press a kiss to your chest directly over the rune, and you knew the deal was done. You managed to force my eyes open, noticing the slight difference in the mark on his chest. Your fate was effectively sealed.

[new-vegas-reacts]

How do you think the companions would react to a lower int courier showing them blatant trust? Like they just give a little suggestion and the courier basically takes that as an order and does exactly what thet only suggested. You could maybe sprinkle in some angst with the courier just not trusting themselves at all.

I feel like this turned out a bit messy I'm sorry! 💚🤎

Arcade: We've all seen how Arcade is with a low intelligence courier. He really does try his best to not offend you and he really does just want to help. When he makes small suggestions, you take them to heart and practically make it a mission. At first he's honored you agree with his ideals, but then grows uncomfortable when you seem to trust him unconditionally. Not all his ideas are steller, and it scares him a little that if he made a wrong call you would do it anyway. He tries to talk to you about it, but you just brush it off that he's obviously the smart one, why shouldn't you listen to him? Then you let it slip at how little you trust yourself and he understands a little more. He makes a deal with you, if you give him more ideas, he'll make the final call. That way you learn to trust yourself a little more.

Boone: At first he thinks it's because he has expierience as a soldier. If your courier is on the young side it makes sense to him, younger people in the NCR followed his lead all the time. But how you did it seemed a little different. If he found out it was mainly because you don't trust yourself, he'd be very awkward about it. "You made it this far." He doesn't understand how deep it runs until later on, especially if it's a side effect of getting shot in the head. Sometimes his dry humor will be confused by you as an order, and he'll have to put a hand on your shoulder to hold you back. It helps him keep and eye on you, and also helps you identify when he's just being sarcastic. Soon he starts giving clipped explanations about why he's giving the suggestions. He hopes that will help you gain confidence in your own thought process.

Cass: She was weirded out by your attitude towards her. You didn't show any reservations about trusting her, even after crawling out of the Mojave Wasteland. It got worse after she started traveling with you, you listened to every opinion she had like it was fact. Maybe she should have been honored about how much you trusted her, but this didn't feel like trust. It felt like blind faith. She tries to keep bringing it up casually, but you just change the subject. She can't decide if it's an accident or not. Eventually she forces you to answer why, and feels a pang of guilt when you explain that you don't trust yourself. "Look I get it, but I can't do all the heavy lifting. We'll split the orders even, yeah? This is a partnership afterall."

Lily: This definitely causes some mischief. Lily is absent minded (an extreme understatement), and if you take all her orders you may wonder in circles in the middle of the Mojave. You're gonna have to make decisions, but it's obvious you're extremely nervous. Even Lily can see that you're questioning everything you say. "Don't worry dearie! Grandma will protect you!" She assures you no matter your orders.

Raul: He instantly knows something is up. At first there's some jabs to try and make you talk about it. "C'mon boss, gonna listen to everything the old man says? Aren't you supposed to do the opposite?" But you just keep brushing him off and taking his orders like they're gospel. Eventually he forces you to talk, not moving until you do so. If you try and brush it off again, "No, Boss. The truth." When he finds out you don't trust yourself he doesn't really no what to feel. He's felt self doubt and self hatred, boy has he felt those, but he doesn't necessarily know how to help. "Boss it doesn't matter if you're smart. You seem pretty good at other stuff anyway. You made it up to Black Mountain, I think you can trust yourself a little."

Veronica: She doesn't mind that you have 'Low Intelligence'. You seem like a genuine person and after her time in the bunker that matters more to her. She was suspicious on why you were hopping on any suggestion she gave, even the ones that weren't that good and seemed to be throw aways. "We could just go charging in, guns blazin'. Wait no I didn't mean it!" If she finds out you don't trust yourself, she's quick to reassure you that you've made good calls in the past, and that she'd tell you if something didn't seem like a good idea.

ED-E: His protocols require him to follow orders primarily. To travel with someone who seems to not want to give orders is definitely not normal. It's hard to communicate with ED-E so you're gonna have to give orders, but you might stay back behind him in fear that you didn't make the right call. ED-E is fine with this of course, just as long as he knows where to go.

Rex: Much like ED-E communication is obviously difficult. When you give commands and seem uncomfortable, Rex will be sure to brush up against your side to reassure you. He'll stick by your side no matter what! The King entrusted him to you so that must mean you're good!

[comfortwriting]

A Summer Secret Part 1 - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompt Masterlist

Part 1 of my mini-series 'A Summer Secret' want to be tagged? Let me know!

Part 2

Requested/About: After bursting a water pipe and flooding his house, Fred needs a place to stay - whilst the family is on a vacation he temporarily stays at  George's house. Y/N tries to get out of an arranged marriage her parents have planned with the Malfoy Family. Failing to do so, she flees to George's house - the father of her best friends who promised she could stay there to escape. Fred and Y/N meet unexpectedly, and something sparks between them - something that Fred vows to be nothing more than a summer fling, a summer secret... but is it?

Warnings: Age gap relationship (y/n is 18), swearing, mention of arranged marriage, mention of food and eating.

Staring out of the train window, bidding farewell to the mountains, the river, and to Hogwarts, you felt tears prick at your eyes. You weren't ready to go home for summer, you never did - you were always at the Twin's house, living under George and Angelina's roof to escape the arguments your parents caused when you said no to them controlling every aspect of your life.

Unfortunately, Gideon and Fabian were going away for the summer with their parents to visit Charlie and you were unable to join them, you understood and was fine with it, but you were absolutely terrified to step foot into your home, with your parents trying to force you into a marriage you didn't want.

"Cheer up, Y/N." Fabian frowned "I hate seeing you upset."

You broke your stare from the scenery and looked over at your best friends, taking some puking pastilles from their bags.

"Just in case" you muttered, "If they're sick they'll leave me alone."

Fabian smirked and shook his head, tutting "Did they say anything else in the letter?"

You shook your head back "No, they just told me I didn't have a choice.  I've graduated, I'm eighteen yet I can't decide what I want for myself."

"I can't imagine getting married at this age to someone I've probably never met."

You stared at Fabian, a little sore and taken aback by his sudden burn.

"Thanks, Fabian, I can't either." You squirmed in your seat and pulled out some jelly snakes from the bag of sweets you were sharing, biting and pulling at the tail, stretching the snake, bursts of green apple and lime flooded your mouth.

"I'm sorry Y/N," he apologised starting to panic.

You shrugged it off and tried to stay calm, throwing him a jelly snake"It's okay."

Gideon rummaged through his large bag and pulled out a large bronze key, handing it to you. "If things get really bad, stay at our house anyway."

You smiled slightly and took the key from him, examining it before stuffing it in your pocket "Thanks, lads."

Fabian nodded his head, flicking through job applications he had filled out before sighing and plonking them back in his bag. "Thank Merlin we've got dads shop"

"Tell me about it" Gideon replied "Uncle Fred will be chuffed when we roll up begging for a job."

The two of them laughed, waiting for you to join in, but you were too busy staring out of the window getting lost in what could unfold in a few hours time.

Dear Y/N,

We are so proud of you for working so hard, we are very eager to find out your N.E.W.T results in the next few months to come.

Your mother and I have been looking for jobs you can apply to once you're home, if you've got the grades, working for The Ministry seems rather promising. Your friend's uncle worked as an Auror for a little while, the one who now picks up spare shifts at that joke shop every now and then.

Anyway, we have got some news we need to share it with, unfortunately, we are unable to tell you in person as the wait is too long, but I don't doubt our owl is rather fast at delivering letters; a lot faster than yours it seems.

We have decided that you will be getting an arranged marriage, your status needs to be high if you want to go for and do well in life, you will marry into a very successful family, one that will open doors for you which your N.E.W.Ts cannot.

If you have anything going on with anyone right now, you need to end it before you arrive home. This matter is not up for discussion, neither is the family we have chosen for you.

Arrive home on time, well dressed, and we will go through the meeting. Don't you dare show us up in front of them, you will regret it.

Please write back, I'm not sending another owl to check on you and you are old enough to realise that Howlers are for kids.

Grow up and act like an adult.

See you soon.

Safe Travels,

-  Y/D/N

Grumbling down the path to your house, your stomach started to do flips as you inched closer and closer to the front door. Seeing yourself in the reflection of the glass diamond shape in the middle of the door, you quickly fixed your hair that got ruffled in the wind, unrolling your skirt and straightening out the creases in your blouse.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled and pushed the front door open, carrying your trunk inside, your owl flying inside eagerly for scraps of food. Your heart thumped in your chest and you could hear each thump in your ears.

"Mum!" you called out "Dad!"

"We're in the living room, Y/N," Y/D/N replied.

Setting down your trunk beside the stairs in case you needed to make a quick escape, you walked into the living room, staring at your shoes, afraid your parents had already pulled out a wedding dress and pamphlets of various venues waiting to be hired.

"How lovely to see you," your mother smiled, getting out of her seat to pull you into a hug before your dad cleared his throat.

Yeah, go on, scare her away from me like you always do.

Your mum quickly sat back down beside your father who didn't hug you or welcome you home. Instead, he pulled two moving photographs from the pocket in his waistcoat, setting them face down on the table in front of you.

This must be the family he's chosen for me.

"Well dressed like I asked, thank you." He smiled "You'll be happy to know that the family we have picked out for you are rather eager to... get the ball rolling. They've been kind enough to offer to cover the costs of the wedding, and helping you move into their home once you have married their son."

A wedding... I won't get to choose...

Moving into their home... where I cannot escape...

Fred cursed under his breath standing in his kitchen, the bottom of his trousers heavy and drenched because of the water rising up to his ankles. He dragged himself around the kitchen, searching for some parchment and a quill, but with no luck, he grabbed the muggle telephone, trying to remember how to ring his brother.

"Hello, George Weasley speaking-"

"Alright, Mr Fancy arse" Fred replied, swearing as his shoes started to squelch with each step "Look, I need some help."

Angelina could be heard in the background, telling George to meet her at the airport after she lands with the boys.

"What's up, Freddie?"

Fred sighed "I'm up to my ankles in water, a bloody pipe burst and these muggles take ages to get here. The whole house will be flooded by the time you get here, can I crash at your place? I don't want to bother mum, she's got enough going on with Ron and Hermione's newborn."

George smirked through the phone, amused at his brother's bad luck with something as simple as a water pipe, magic not being able to fix it after a prank going wrong with Fred's wand.

"Of course, me, Angelina, and the boys will be gone for a few weeks though, there's enough food and that - all I ask is that you look after the owls for us."

Fred walked up the steps, his lower legs now getting wet "Thank you, George, I owe you one!"

"It's okay Freddie, just don't get up to any trouble."

"I won't. Say hi to Charlie for me!"

If Gideon and Fabian knew Uncle Fred was staying at the house too, they would have texted you, sent an owl if they didn't have any signal, but they didn't know - and their father didn't think to tell them.

If Fred knew a younger girl would be staying in the house, he would have rented a room somewhere else, hell, he would've stayed in the office above the shop, but he didn't know.

And you of all people would've forced yourself to stay under your parent's roof for a little longer, or jump on a plane and bump into Gideon and Fabian just by chance, but they didn't tell you.

Fred always felt amazed when he was in George's house - it was large and cosy, a proper family home, a master bedroom with an ensuite, two guestrooms where you had slept during previous summer - where the twins often slept instead of their own room from time to time, and a large bathroom that could fit in the whole Weasley family.

You swallowed hard, shifting in the stiff chair, you shook your head, your voice wobbly as you tried to speak.

"Dad, I appreciate all of this, I really do - but I'm an adult, it isn't your choice or right to make decisions for me, I don't want to get married, I don't want to live with another-"

You wanted to continue, but Y/D/N glared at you, he spoke through gritted teeth, flipping over the photographs of the family trying to buy you for their son.

"How dare you disrespect me. After everything I have done for you, for this family, you are not an adult, you still act like a child!"

"I'm eighteen!" you snapped, feeling brave, finding your voice.

"You are still living under my roof! You will do as I say!"

Your mother did nothing but stare into the fireplace, perhaps deep in thought or imagining you in a white lace dress, walking down the aisle with a face smile plastered on your face.

"No, I will not!"

"You will!" your dad bellowed, rising out of his chair "because they are coming to meet you in an hour and you better comply, girl!"

Tears pricked at your eyes, your chest tightened and the familiar lump formed in your throat. Staring down at the picture made you sick to your stomach, you recognised the young lad in the photograph, for he was no other than Scorpius Malfoy.

"The Malfoys!" you also stood up "I will never, ever marry into that family! Not after what they did!"

Y/D/N grunted "What are you going to do? Marry a Weasley? Work in a joke shop and be a laughing stock for a living?"

You stormed out of the living room, grabbing your trunk, your mother continued to stare into the flames, blocking out everything around her, smiling about what could have been.

Your dad followed you, grabbing the other handle on your trunk, pulling you to him.

"You aren't going anywhere!"

"I'm going anywhere but here!" you snarled back, your trunk opened and your clothes dropped onto the floor, letting go, you stormed up the stairs and sprinted to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Frantically, you pulled out your phone, messaging the twins.

Y/N: They want me to marry into the Malfoy family! I can't fucking do it.

Fabian: Wait. Scorpius?

Gideon: You've got to be joking.

Y/N: No! I'm not! His family are coming to meet me in the next hour, what the fuck am I going to do?

Gideon: Puking Pastilles?

Y/N: No, I'm not risking leaving this bedroom if I'm not going outside.

Fabian: You've got our house key, use it genius.

Y/N: I will tonight, I just need to fake this shit, hopefully, I won't be married by morning, I'll run away to yours in the night.

Gideon: Be careful.

Fabian: Don't do anything we wouldn't do.

Y/N: Why do you think I'm running away? The Malfoys are the worst match!

Fred got used to being alone in the house after a week, blasting loud music, dancing like no one was watching, walking around in nothing but his boxers as the summer heat became unbearable. He felt on top of the world, he was alone, enjoying himself, in a huge house all to himself.

Managing to escape through the night as you had planned, you were taken by surprise when you arrived at George's manor to find the lights on and music blaring through the walls.

Maybe the twins came home early to surprise me.

Knocking on the door was pointless, even if you yelled the music was too loud to compete with. Pulling out your key, you unlocked the door and walked inside, setting your bags down on the table on the porch, hanging your coat up on the peg. Following the music you stopped in your tracks, in front of you was Fred, dancing in his boxers, sliding across the wooden floor in his socks, playing the air guitar. Your cheeks started to go red. If this was a prank, it was definitely well thought out - but deep down, you knew that Fabian and Gideon hadn't come home.

You had met Fred before, you always visited the joke shop with your friends and he had been at George's many times over Christmas, and Summer when he wasn't working. Each time you had seen him, he had always been on his own, no girlfriend, no ring on his finger.

Fred spins around with his eyes closed and opens them as he faces you, he jumps out of his skin and instantly covers his private parts with his hands as his eyes met yours, you grabbed the remote and rapidly paused the blaring music.

"W-What are you doing here?!" he asked, breathless and red.

You picked up one of his T-Shirts and threw it at him, leaning against the table, staring at your shoes as he got dressed "I could ask you the same thing." you replied shyly.

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[babydaddyleorio]

you don’t know my name : hanta sero

pairings: Sero x fem!black!reader

word count: 2,500 

summary: In which Sero wants to confess to the girl that doesn’t even know his name

warnings: slight cursing, mentioning of drug usage, grammatical errors

additional notes: this was heavily inspired from listening to Alicia Keys song “you don’t know my name”

Sero stood behind the narrow counter with his elbow propped up on the smooth wood, eyes lazily wandering around the quiet restaurant. He decided to take this summer job to support his family since he didn’t have the priority of attending any classes or doing hero work due to school being out. The job had a lot of benefits since It paid well and It was right by his home, not to mention that Denki applied to work here as well. The only problem Sero had with this job was that he barely did anything except work the cash register, which was way too mundane for his liking. He sighed as he closed his eyes and thought about how lucky Denki got since he was able to work with the chef in the back, and as If on cue, their loud and boisterous laughter sounded off behind him as If to mock his lame position. Sero blew at the strand of black hair that had fallen on his forehead and smacked his lips at the lack of any excitement happening. Despite his day here being utterly uneventful, Sero still couldn’t front as If life was a complete drag for him because although coming here everyday was nothing short of boring, there was still at least one thing that he could look forward to.

The bell on the door suddenly dinged throughout the small space loudly, signaling that someone had just walked into the restaurant. Sero’s body perked up at the possibility of the customer being the person who he had spent the last hour anticipating, but his excitement immediately faltered once he saw that It was only an old lady walking towards him.

“How can I help you today, ma’am?” Sero asked politely to the old lady who slowly pushed her walker to a nearby table. The lady looked as if she just came from service with her long dress and unique church hat on.  

“I’m okay son, I’m just waiting until my grandbaby comes in before I order.” The lady smiled warmly at Sero as she slowly sat down in the booth and he nodded back at her with a smile. Sero shifted his attention to the magazine that laid on the counter beside him, admiring how cool All-might looked on the cover. Sero thought that he might as well read it since there wasn’t anything else to do anyway, and who knows? He might even catch sight of some of his classmates being featured. He thumbed through the pages until his eyes reached the UA section and Sero was so into reading the articles that he didn’t even notice Denki now stood in front of him with his body leaned against the counter and a smirk on his lips. 

“Slacking on the job?” Denki asked with raised eyebrows and Sero paused his reading and lazily looked up at him before rolling his eyes.

“Well there’s nothing else to do.” Sero shrugged and another ding reached his ears. This time he didn’t even look up at who It could be, not wanting to get his hopes up. Denki on the other hand made a psst sound at Sero as he poked his shoulder harshly.

“Hey man, I think your girl just came in.” Denki announced with a smug look blanketing his face. Sero immediately jumped in his spot and moved his eyes to the person walking through the door. And low and behold, there you were, strutting through the restaurant like you owned the place. He wasn’t expecting you to come through the door so suddenly, and If it hadn’t been for Denki, he probably would’ve missed seeing the way the sun shined across your brown face giving it the beautiful glow that he loved so much. 

“Well? Are you going to go serve her or just keep gawking at her like a weirdo?” Denki patted Sero on the back with a little more force than usual causing him to snap out of the trance that you had briefly put him in. Sero glared at Denki before clearing his throat and lifting up the top of the counter so he could shimmy from behind It. 

Sero took deep breaths as he walked towards you, rehearsing what he would say to you when he finally reached your table. It felt as If weights were attached to his sneakers as he moved across the vintage checkered floor and he had to take a big gulp to quench his already parched throat. As he approached you, he admired the way your high puff sat on top of your head, as well as how the gold necklace that was draped across your neck shimmered under the artificial light. You chewed on your bottom lip as you looked down at all the options of food.

Sero sucked in another breath.

Damn, you were just so gorgeous.

Sero now stood in front of your table, notepad in one hand and his pencil in the other.

“Hello, and welcome to our diner. What can I get for you today?” Sero asked, trying to keep his voice steady so It wouldn’t crack on him. You looked up from the small black menu in your hands, humming to yourself as you thought about what you wanted today.

“I’ll have the special.”

“You’ll have the special.” Sero said at the same time as you while looking down and jotting It across his notepad without a second thought. Sero then paused as he just realized what he’d done, completely outing himself of having already memorized the order that you got every time you came here. He quickly cleared his throat and looked up at you, internally flinching at your raised eyebrow. 

“Uh… I figured you wanted the special since that’s what everyone’s been ordering today. It’s great by the way, definitely one of my favorites!” Sero spoke hastily while nodding his head, trying to save his ass from the slip up he just made. 

“Yeah, I always end up ordering It so I guess It’s a favorite of mine as well.” You agreed while smiling at the waiter in front of you despite his still rather odd behavior.

“Okay well I’ll have that come right up for you!” Sero said with a bright smile, but as soon as he turned around on his heel, that smile was wiped off his face and a look of horror replaced It while he walked towards the kitchen.

‘Why did you say that, Idiot? She’s definitely going to think that you’re a total weirdo thanks to that.’ Sero thought to himself, clutching the notepad tighter as he picked up the speed in his legs. He finally was able to speak to you after waiting anxiously all day just for him to only make a complete fool out of himself when he took your order. Once he pushed through the big red doors that led to the kitchen, he was relieved to see that It was just Denki behind the stove and he took that as confirmation to sigh loudly and throw his head back.

“What happened man, did you finally lay It on her?” Denki asked while biting his lip and squinting his eyes, stroking his chin repeatedly. Sero groaned even louder and shook his head, extending his hand that had your order on it towards Denki.

“No, It was way more embarrassing than that.” Sero said, his voice low and muffled as he ran his other hand down his face. Denki looked at him with an eyebrow quirked and tsked to himself at how fragile his friend was being.

“Well you can’t just give up now man, go back out there and redeem yourself! You’re going to regret not shooting your shot when you had the chance.” Denki pointed out and Sero raised his head with a frown shaping his lips.

“I know man, but she’s just so pretty that I become a jumbled mess whenever I get close to her.” Sero said while plopping himself down on a crate that was in a corner. “She doesn’t even know my name...” He mumbled with an obvious defeated look, cupping his face with both of his hands. Denki looked at his friend with sympathy, wishing that he would just confess already. Denki was well aware of how long Sero had been crushing on you and to his knowledge, this traced back way before the two of them even got this job.

“You’ve had a thing for that girl ever since the party, Sero. Don’t you think It’s about time that you stopped watching her and actually make yourself known?” Denki tilted his head with expectant eyes as he put his plastic gloves on his hands. Once he heard those words, Sero’s mind suddenly took him back to last year, the day of Mina’s birthday party. He was now at a houseparty, standing in the corner of a room with an orange soda in his hands as he nodded his head to the rap music playing from the speakers. The living room was crowded and he had lost Denki and Kirishima ages ago, so he opted to find his own spot to just chill in. His eyes trailed across all the people filling the space, some dancing and some making out with the person next to them. Everyone seemed to blend and mesh together as he surveyed the crowd but that was to be expected in this type of setting. He lifted the aluminum can to his lips to take a sip of the beverage, but his hand stopped mid air once he saw a beautiful girl standing in the center of the room, laughing with her friends. The girl had gorgeous brown skin, and her neatly done braids were pulled into a ponytail. Her laugh was so intoxicating to him and her eyes shone brightly the more her lips moved to keep the conversation going. Sero felt his heart thump against his chest and he had to will himself to look away before It became obvious that he was staring at her. Just as he turned his head, he saw Denki and Kirishima come into his view and once Sero called their names they both looked over and waved at him.

“Hey man, we’ve been looking all over for you!” Denki announced while laughing loudly and Sero raised an eyebrow at his friend’s weird behavior. Kirishima rolled his eyes at Denki and quickly explained to Sero that the idiot had got contact high when they were walking through the back yard. Sero shook his head with a small chuckle at his zooted friend but couldn’t stop himself from moving his eyes back to the girl.

“Oooh, looks like someone’s got a crush.” Denki slurred while snickering to himself and as if hearing him, the girl shifted her attention from her friend to stare into Sero’s eyes. Sero immediately looked away and grew red in the cheeks, socking Denki in the shoulder at what he just did.

“Cut It out.” He fused, and Denki moved his hand as If he were zipping up his lips. Kirishima grinned at Sero because he too picked up on how he was eyeing the girl and he knew Sero well enough to know that he was catching feelings. Despite both his friends being able to read him well, Sero told himself that this wasn’t anything more than curiosity because he’s never seen you around here before. Sero hoped that you didn’t hear Denki for his sake, but for some foreign reason, a part of him also wished that maybe...you had.

“Stop zoning out dude.” Denki laughed as he put the finished food on a tray. Sero blinked and remembered that he was at work, even if the flashback that he just had felt so vivid to him. Sero jumped up from the crate and ambled towards the counter to pick up the tray, nodding at Denki when he stood in front of him.

“You’re right. I’m going to finally do It.” Sero declared with a big smile that showed off his square teeth. Denki perked up and a proud expression morphed on his face.

“Atta boy, Sero.” He said while pumping his fist in the air and Sero nodded firmly before turning and strutting out the two doors. Sero no longer had wobbly legs or sweaty palms as he walked past all the tables because he was now being fueled by a newfound determination. Denki was right, he needed to make a move on you before It was too late and somebody else that wasn’t him came to swoop you off of your feet. 

You can do this, Sero. Just tell her how you feel.

Sero stood in front of your table and swiftly set the tray of food down in front of you, ignoring the goosebumps that had now appeared on his arms.

“Here you go.” He said and you thanked him before directing your attention to your meal.

Sero stood there for a brief moment, doubt somehow flickering itself in his consciousness. He then shook his head to rid those negative thoughts and sucked in a breath before he began to speak. 

“You probably don’t know me or that we go to the same school, but I want you to know that that’s not the case for me. I’ve seen you around and whenever I tell myself that I’m going to finally talk to you, I get nervous and promise myself I’ll do It the next day. I really wish I would’ve did this sooner… but I just can’t help the way that my heart picks up its pace every time I come close to you.” Sero said and your eyes shot up at his words. “And it’s funny because whenever I see you walk through those two front doors, I no longer feel bored out of mind and I suddenly look forward to my job. You always brighten up my day and you always look so beautiful when you walk past me to go to your table. I become so stuck on you that it makes me forget what I want to say next.”

Sero rubbed the back of his neck nervously while looking down.

“And… every time our eyes meet, I feel as If time has stopped and It’s just me and you standing in the room. Oh- when I say all this out loud it comes out really cheesy, but I promise you It sounded a lot better in my head! And I guess what I’m trying to say is, would you like to go out with me sometime?” Sero finished slightly panicked, quickly moving his eyes back up to look at you. He half expected you to be frowning, or to laugh in his face, or even get up and leave in disgust after confessing all that to you, but Imagine his surprise when he saw the big smile that was plastered on your face. You nodded your head at him and as if on cue, the sun peeked from behind the clouds and shone on your glowing face, and Sero had to keep himself from falling even harder than he already had as he stared wide eyed at the goddess that sat in front of him.

You sat your arm on the table, and put your cheek in your hand as you looked up at the boy who you had fallen in love with a long time ago.

“I thought you’d never ask, Sero.”

[mysticpetals]

Sorry for bothering you, but I had another idea! :D If you don't mind me sending two requests, how about a headcanon (or imagine if you want, you can choose what you like best) where Jake will meet MC's parents and he is super nervous because he is afraid of what they will think of him and if they knew that he is a hacker. But when Jake and MC arrive at her parents' house, they are quite different than Jake thought.

I'm sooooo sorry that this is super late but life got in the way and I just couldn't bring myself to write. And when I did have the time, I was almost ashamed of how long it had been and delayed it even further.

So this is me, finally writing what I should have done months ago. Thank you so much for your patience!!! ❤️

Jake and f!MC headcannons

(meeting the parents)

There aren't a lot of things that phase Jake

In fact, he's seen so much over the years he was on the run, done some illegal things too

But nothing and he meant nothing, could terrify him more than when his girlfriend told him that her parents had invited them over to have dinner together the next week

"next week? Like....like seven days later?"

"yes." she nodded and his brain short circuited.

"oh my god, oh my god."

MC amused herself by looking at Jake panicking about it for a few minutes and then grabbed his shoulders and made him look at her

"relax, babe. You don't have to. I can tell them that you're busy or something."

Jake calmed down for a moment but then he noticed the sad smile on MC's face

And he doesn't like seeing her sad

At all.

So despite his nervousness, he steeled himself to do this

"why don't we go? I think it'll be fun."

MC's face was priceless.

Shocked beyond belief, she cupped his face in her hands and leaned forward, eyes wide

"are you sure, honey? You don't have to force yourself."

She looked so hopeful and excited to hear his answer

And they had been dating for a while. So it was only natural that they meet each other's families

And since MC had already pretty much met his (only the people he considered as one!), it wouldn't be fair if he didn't make an effort too

"yes. We should go," he smiled and MC squealed excitedly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips

"oh my gosh, I'm so excited!! I'll go call them right now!!"

:))))

Did he make the right decision?

Wellllll, standing in front of MC's house, he was sweating profusely

He had worn his best outfit, a white button up shirt and black jeans

And they had already been late because MC liked his look a little too much

Anyway!!!

He was anxious about making the best impression and he really hoped that they wouldn't be put off by his shyness

Or his profession

About which they didn't know

It's fine it's fine it's fine—

MC's hand slips into his, she gives him a soft smile and the world around them fades away

"I'll be with you the whole time. Tell me if it becomes too much."

Jake swears he's never been more in love

Okay, he can do this!! Absolutely!!

He nods resolutely and MC leads them to her parent's doorstep

Jake's heart is pounding but he's ready

The door opens and he's immediately engulfed in a bone crushing hug

He thinks he can't breath and he looks at MC with wide eyes, asking what to do and she just rolls her eyes in fond exasperation

"really feeling the love here, dad. Not like your daughter is here."

And the weight immediately lifts off of him and turns towards his girlfriend who is laughing as her father hugs her to himself

She squeezes him tight in return and Jake feels himself smile

"it's been too long. I wish you'd come by more. And Jake! Welcome home, son!"

Jake is flabbergasted by the warm welcome. Especially coming from MC's father.

Aren't fathers supposed to threaten the boyfriend?

The flashcards he used to prepare for today did not cover this

"Um, thank you," he stammers out somehow and the man laughs

"My daughter here did say you were shy but no matter! Come on in, I won't bite."

He led them inside and Jake just knew that MC was enjoying all this a little too much judging by the amused tilt of her lips

He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw a stern woman sitting on the couch, watching them walk in

"mom! How have you been?"

MC immediately went in for a hug while the older woman kept staring at him and MC's father leaned close to him and whispered

"She's a tough cookie to crack. Good luck, son."

He was so screwed

Jake gulped and watched the smallest of smiles cross her lips as she regarded her daughter, who was talking excitedly

"and this is Jake! My boyfriend!"

Jake literally felt the temperature inside the room drop, when her mother looked him in the eyes

"h-hello ma'am."

She nodded at him and well, that meant she acknowledged who he was, right?

She immediately turned away from him and started asking her daughter how she had been

Well, apparently not

"sorry, Jake. She's not trying to exclude you. She's just....a little hard around the edges."

He appreciated MC's dad because at least one parent didn't seem to hate him

"I appreciate that, sir."

He looked horrified at being called sir

"please don't call me that. Makes me feel old. Call me dad!"

Jake was once again astounded by the man's openness and not wanting to offend him, nodded hesitantly

He smiled widely and Jake was immediately reminded of MC's face when she laughed

"that's more like it! Come on now, the ladies shouldn't be left alone, they'll talk the night away."

MC smiled as soon as Jake entered in the kitchen where both the women were cooking and bringing out the cutlery

"had a nice chat, you two?" MC asked and her father nodded enthusiastically

"I like him! He's very nice, I approve."

"you've known him for two seconds." MC's mom deadpans and Jake smiles nervously

"can I help you with anything ma'am?"

She appraises him for a few moments and then nods

"then please help MC set the table."

Jake literally sighs in relief when the two of them come out from the kitchen

"your mom is scary."

MC laughs and pinches his cheek

"only because you look terrified of her. She enjoys making you squirm."

"well I almost wet myself because she looked at me like I murdered her dog or something"

MC laughs loudly and her father pokes his head out of the kitchen

"alright you two?"

Jake fights off the blush he knows he's sporting and prays that neither of her parents heard what he had said

Table was set quickly, with MC telling Jake about her childhood memories and her parents brought out the food

Jake thought he might have seen MC's mother smile when he made MC laugh but he wasn't sure

Dinner was a loud affair, with MC and her dad competing about who remembers the most about MC's childhood and Jake and her mother listening quietly

He definitely knew where MC got her charisma from

MC's dad was sweet to include Jake in their conversation, addressing him directly and asking him about his own experiences

He slowly found himself relaxing in their presence and telling them about his own hobbies and pet cat

MC's mother gave an approving nod at his choice of pet and asked him to bring him along the next time

Next time

Jake's brain short circuited at the thought that she wanted Jake to come over again

Does that mean tonight was successful?

"so Jake, you didn't say what you do for a living."

Ahhh

Well, it had to go wrong somewhere, right?

Jake froze and looked to MC to see her in a similar state and immediately deduced that she had not told them about his profession

Well

He knew this was going to come up eventually

"I'm a hacker."

Pin drop silence

You couldn't even hear anyone breath over the quietness

MC's mother put down her spoon slowly and opened her mouth to say something but Jake interrupted her before that

"I know you might think it's not a respectful job but it's what makes me happy. And MC supports me every step of the way and I promise you that I'll do everything in my power to honor her confidence in me. Keeping her safe and happy and healthy is my priority and I'll give my all to make sure that she's never unhappy with me."

Everyone at the table looked at him, MC with tears in her eyes and her father looking very proud

Her mother's expression was still unreadable until she smiled at him

The first smile directed at him

"I was going to say that's very interesting. I myself work in cyber security so I've had dealings with hackers. I've found that they're usually very polite."

What

The

Fuck

Jake blinked slowly and MC shifted guiltily in her seat

"haha what a coincidence, right?" She smiled nervously and her dad picked up quickly at her hint

"oh definitely! Why don't you two talk about work stuff and MC and I can clear up the table?"

MC and her father practically fly out of the dining room and Jake and her mom are the only ones left

It was MC's mother who initiated the conversation this time and Jake replied to her questions

He found it quite pleasant to be honest

It was not a regular occurrence that he could chat with someone who knew about computers so this was a nice change

And MC's mom was quite knowledgeable

She even offered to hire him the next time her company had a need of someone to check their software

Jake had no problem agreeing to her wish

He found that she was actually a very kind but fair woman who loved her family dearly, judging by the way she spoke of MC and her father

His heart warmed to know that MC had grown up in such a loving household, even if his heart gave a twinge at never having felt something akin to parental affection

"okay, you two. I think that's enough chatting for today," MC's father said and Jake looked at the time

Holy shit

How is it so late??

MC gave him a discreet thumbs up behind her mother's back and he had to stifle a laugh

"as much as we loved having you two, you should probably get going if you want to reach the city before midnight."

The goodbyes were a little sad and Jake found himself getting a bit emotional too

He really felt like he belonged here and not like an outsider

And MC's parents are so nice and inclusive

No he did not cry

Not at all

To Jake's surprise, MC's mom pulls him into a hug

"take care of my daughter."

And then he's getting roped into another hug, this one much tighter by her dad

"you hurt her, I'll kill you."

And when he stepped back, he was smiling as usual and Jake almost thought that he imagined his words

Anyway!!!

They are in the car and MC is already planning their next trip

And before he would have been scared but now, after spending time with her family, he knew he had found people worth considering his family