#Almond-Toe Heels

[lynn-m]

SKY BLUE FOR YOU: Sky Blue Shirtwaister Full-Circle Dress with Necktie; Bronze Kitten-Heel Almond-Toe Shoes

[prissypixie]

Miu Miu Mary Jane Heels

[br3akfestattiffanys]

I edited these Miu Miu Heels pink🩰

[redlikemercury]

𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝔸𝕚𝕕

𝕊𝕙ō𝕥𝕒 𝔸𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒

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Summary: Aizawa is a single father with needs, and being his new neighbor makes him think all his prayers have been answered.

a/n: First ever post, if you have any suggestions or any advice feel free to tell me :)

cw: black!fem, fingering, oral receiving (f), dirty talk, unprotected, pet name (princess, baby), size kink, edging, dilf. creampie? 18+

word count: 5.5k

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"Ungh! Come on dammit." Aizawa’s legs were nearing their end as he stood there on his last set of back squats. His breathing was shaky and he clenched his jaw, grunting to stand back up again. Bending the knees and hips simultaneously, Aizawa lowered his body down, making sure his knees were tracked over his toes and his heels firmly placed. The veins in his thighs were bulging out as they were parallel with the ground as he maintained stability. He squatted deeper before activating his leg muscles to stand back up again, trembling on his fifth set.

Exhaling deeply, he manages to stand back up again. He was pushing his luck doing two hundred and ten pounds today. Small strands of black hair stuck to his forehead like glue due to the huge amble of sweat that trickled down his phone which was placed on the ground. His phone had dinged, when he looked down and saw a notification, Eri had just made a purchase off her iPad on Roblox. He sighed, obviously annoyed with the matter. Eri tended to pay for things without his permission, formed from the amount of spoiling she gets from him. Aizawa finished up his last set, before heading over to the children’s play area to confront her about it. “This child is a handful sometimes.” He mumbled to himself, using a towel to dry off his drenched face.

While coming out of the gym down the hall, you’ve bumped into his sweaty chest by accident. You backed up and cleared your throat getting ready to apologize, until you saw him. Aizawa’s body glistened with perspiration, every inch of his physique was defined by his bulging muscles, a full display of his fierce training regimen. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest created an imposing presence as an overcasting shoulder was cast upon you. The veins in his biceps seeped through. Nothing compared to his abdomen it was a washboard of muscles. His abs were flexing slightly as they sparkled with sweat, you wanted to lick it off so badly. His bedraggled black hair was pulled back into a bun. His almond eyes had heavy bags underneath along with a small scar underneath his eye. The light stubble on his chin completed his face. You were enthralled by the sight of seeing him so worn out. Your heart was racing as you were severely in need of this man on top of you, fucking you like nobody's business. You soon shook your head and snapped back into reality glancing up towards Aizawa. Your full brown lips parted as you spoke to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You said quite hastily, hoping he didn’t think you were some creep checking out his body. Aizawa's eyes carried that same deadpan expression, letting out a momentary sigh and shaking his head. “There’s no need to apologize. I was the one who was in a rush.” His voice didn’t hold any malice towards you as he met your gaze. He stared you down into your beautiful dark brown eyes, that made you more flustered by the sight of him. This intense stare-down did more than just make you uncomfortable, it turned you on even more.

For a second, it appeared like a small playful smirk on his lips before he carried the same exhausted expression. “You’re my new neighbor, correct? Let me make it up to you, me and my daughter were getting ready to head home. If you don’t mind, could I treat you to dinner at my place?” He politely said to you. You were shocked to hear Aizawa make such a suggestion. You’ve moved in beside the man about a month ago. There were occasional ‘hellos’ and ‘how are yous’ in the early morning, as you guys would start the day early in the morning. Aizawa would always be carrying a sleepy Eri to the car as the two of you shared light small talk, nothing more. It didn’t stop your everlasting fantasies of being bent over by this man, til you couldn’t walk. You looked down at your appearance for a second. You were just as sweaty as him from just finishing an intense leg day. The athletic shorts were tight on your body hugging every curve, stretching and flexing around your thighs, displaying that ass you’ve been working on. The print in between your legs caught Aizawa’s attention, but he quickly looked away before you could notice. His mind had racey thoughts as well, ones he was too ashamed to say out loud or ever. You were proud of the progress you were making in the gym on getting your summer body ready. Your tight coils were pulled into an afro puff, as the shrinkage had gotten to it. You weren't worried about how you looked, but more as you would stink from such an intense workout, especially in front of your sexy neighbor. You let out a momentary sigh. “I’m sorry, but I need to shower. It would be wrong of me for you to treat me and I smelled like ten cans of bounce that ass.” You expressed, that Aizawa was amused by your response, chuckling a bit. The drained man reached into his pocket for his phone. He opened up his contracts to create a new one before passing it off to you. “In that case, let me have your number. You can just text or call me, whenever you're done showering. Dinner should be done around eight tonight, so you’ll have plenty of time to come over.” He said rather smoothly. You couldn’t help, but smirk a little. ‘My man, my man, my man.’ You thought to yourself, becoming overwhelmingly giddy. You entered your number into his phone and headed it back to him. “Fine, I’ll come over.” You said teasingly before seeing a notification come through on your phone. It was Aizawa. The man smirked at you briefly, sizing your body up and down. Before he could say anything else, Eri had made another purchase of her iPad. A wave of aggravation appeared on his face, as he soughed. “If you can excuse me, I have to speak with my daughter for a second. I’ll see you tonight.” He voiced before steering down the hall.

You didn’t oppose him leaving, in fact, it only motivated you to see more of your ‘man’ tonight. You hightailed your ass to the car and drove back home. You navigated your vehicle into the driveway of the smooth paved material and pulled into the garage. One side of your driveway features a contemporary design that seamlessly corresponds with the architectural tone of your home. You closed the garage door and entered through the door leading inside your home. The time was six o'clock by the moment you arrived home. The home’s exterior exudes a modern charm with sleek lines and neutral colors and is decorated with many personal items. The windows illuminated a warm glow from outside highlighting the coziness of your home. The smell of vanilla was always a comforting scent to come home to, as you headed upstairs to your bedroom. You set your keys onto your bed and rummaged around through your closet. You didn’t know what to wear and your sore legs were killing you already. “Ugh, what the fuck.” You murmured to yourself, searching for clothes. You finally settled on a nice outfit to wear and took a shower. Once you got out, you pulled out all the natural hair products you could find. You scrolled on Pinterest for inspiration, before settling on a style. You were going to attempt a claw clip hairstyle and began to part your hair into sections. You were taking your time, but part of you was worried you would run late. There were times you thought about slapping on one of your wigs and calling it a day, but you were also determined to trust the process. By the end of it all, it came out cute, as you stuck the claw clip on the back of your head. “Well, I’ll be damned. This came out good.” You said as you admired yourself in the mirror.

As you were admiring yourself, Aizawa was home preparing a nice home-cooked meal. The fatigued man stood in the kitchen wearing a pink apron that was originally white. Eri had ‘accidentally’ tossed her pink shirt in the washer with all his white clothes. He couldn’t be mad at her though, in fact, he found it kind of humorous in his way. The day had been long and very commanding of Aizawa, but he found solace in being able to cook a great meal for the two of you guys tonight. His anticipation was growing rapidly and his heart was pounding, as he was chopping some vegetables on a cutting board. It had been a long time coming since he’d been with another woman, especially sexually. He loved being a father, but it was stressful not having any relief in his life. He’s tried getting off on porn sites late at night, but Eri had been having a series of nightmares recently making his sexual frustrations pent up even more. He had become more irritable, especially at work. Aizawa would often snap at his students and coworkers over simple things, he became so desperate one day he tried relieving himself in the car, but it was vastly interrupted by a fight between two students that occurred nearby. So when you moved next door, it was like the perfect opportunity for him. Aizawa had been pining to stretch you out since day one, he wanted more than to fuck you silly off his dick. The thought alone made it harder for him to sleep at night. He was already basically a walking zombie, as his daughter would call him. He could tell the same desire was in your eyes when he saw you at the gym. Seeing your figure in tight athletic wear earlier made it difficult to contain himself. He was a father after all. You were like a miracle was blessed upon him, as he had the perfect plan for tonight.

Eri was engrossed on her iPad on the sofa in the living room, her packs were packed for a sleepover tonight. She giggled overjoyed as she was playing Fruit Ninja, she was banned from playing Roblux for a while. The sound of his daughter giggle, washed away most of Aizawa’s naughty fruitions as he was in contempt with how things were in the presence. “Eri, would you like to eat dinner before you leave?” He asks from the kitchen. Eri placed her iPad down and wandered into the kitchen. The delicious aroma filled her nostrils as he was cooking his signature pot roast. “Yeah, but what’s the occasion?” She questioned, her big adorable eyes staring up at Aizawa. He cleared his throat, Eri was quite an inquisitive young girl. “Oh, nothing. I’m just inviting the neighbor over for dinner.” He muttered nonchalantly. A grin came across Eri’s face. “Okay.” She replied and ran off giggling. Aizawa sighed and pulled out his phone from his gray sweats, seeing the meal he had prepared was just about done. He sees it’s close to eight and decides to shoot you a text.

You're phone lit up with a notification, it was Aizawa.

>Are we still on for tonight?

The text read as it was fifteen minutes from eight. “Oh shit.” You whispered as you picked your phone back up.

>Yeah, I’ll be right over.

You texted it back and looked for some shoes to slide on. You sprayed your favorite perfume a couple of times around your body and grabbed your keys. You walked out the front door, locking it behind you before venturing off to your neighbor's house. As you walked down the sidewalk, inches away from knocking at the front door, you had butterflies in your stomach. Your nerves were getting the best of you as you walked up the driveway of Aizawa’s home. Your hands became shaky as you were approaching the front door. “Oh shit.” You murmured to yourself. Before you could knock on the door, Eri had opened it. She looked at you with a bright bubbly smile. “My daddy likes you.” She said before running off giggling, hearing Aizawa’s footsteps. He was visibly a bit irked by Eri opening the door so carefreely. “Eri, darling, please don’t open the door for people. It can be dangerous.” He reprimanded her, as she was running around the house. The high-spirited child was too busy packing up the rest of her things to care about Aizawa’s nagging. You couldn’t help, but giggle. You didn’t find kids annoying, but they could be just as overwhelming for you. Eri’s words were a bit more of a confidence booster, as kids tend to tell things they weren’t supposed to.

Aizawa smiled at you in a friendly manner. His hair was still pulled back into a bun as he stood there in his vacuum-sealed black shirt and gray sweat. This combination was dangerous for you, all you could do was stare. You already knew what was underneath his shirt, but the idea of seeing it again made your legs quiver a bit.

“You can come into the dining room through the living room on the right-hand side, and the bathroom is down this hall on the left for you to wash your hands.” He stepped aside for you to enter, looking over your body once again. “Oh okay.” You said. The way Aizawa positioned himself didn’t make it exactly ‘easy’ to come through the door. As you walked inside your body brushed up against his, as he didn’t make much of a fuss over it. He was enjoying it. This man was driving you insane.

You slid off your shoes at the door and made your way down to the bathroom. Locking the door behind you and turned on the faucet letting the water run for a bit. You stared at yourself momentarily in the mirror, trying to calm yourself down. Such a brief interaction between the two of you made you get wet like a damn waterfall. The racing thoughts and fantasies filled your brain with such intense lust for him. You cleared your throat and began to wash your hands.

While you were in the bathroom, Aizawa handed Eri off to Hizashi for him to drop her off at her sleepover. Aizawa pulled out a nice tablecloth and placed it over the dining table. He pulled out his fine china and cutlery, placing it on the dining room table. He pulled out a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He had a set of flowers in a vase for the centerpiece, before dimming down the lights. It wasn’t much for a last-minute dinner, but he was also afraid overdoing it would scare you off. His heart was beating tremendously while he placed the food on the plate. “Dammit call down.” He reprimanded himself silently.

After washing up in the bathroom, you joined Aizawa at the table in the dining room. Your heart raced as the somewhat romantic ambiance created. There was no sight of Eri, it was like she disappeared without a trace, the house was nice and silent. “Where’s Eri?” You asked him politely, as you sat down at your seat. Aizawa looked at the food and back at you. “A friend of mine came to pick her up and take her to a sleepover. She’s in good hands.” He said in the same smooth voice. “Besides Y/N, this dinner is me apologizing to you earlier. Eri has nothing to do between me and you.” He said as a small smirk appeared on his face.

There was no denying it now. You wanted this man to fuck you as you’ve never been fucked before. You cleared your throat and sat up straighter in your chair. “I see. Well with that out the way, let’s eat.” You stated elated with the atmosphere being created.

You indulged in a great and flavorful dinner, Aizawa had prepared for the two of you. His pot roast certainly made you fall for the man more, as he cooked like none other. “This is good. Especially after a long day at the gym. I think this might put me to sleep after I’m done.” You spoke jokingly. Aizawa grinned, as you enjoyed the meal. He sighed at the mention of sleep. “Sleep, I haven't gotten much of it.” He spoke in a bit of a hushed fashion as his eyes downcasted onto the plate of food in front of him. You glimpsed up at the man and slanted your head slightly at him. The bags he had were highly conspicuous as he looked like he did have a formidable time resting. “I can understand why, I mean you work and you have a very lively little girl, I’m sure sleeping is a bit difficult on your end.” You expressed. He chortled a bit and nodded His jovial expression seemed to calm some of your worries a bit.

Aizawa's eyes peered over to your outfit. Even though it wasn’t much the way your body looked, make him think of all the ways he wanted to break you. He felt a tinge in the lower region of his body. He figured it was time the two of you were on the same page. “Sleeping isn’t the only thing hard to come by.” He expressed playfully making his stare on your body more apparent. Your thighs squeezed together after hearing his rather suggestive comment. “Is that so?” You questioned in the same impish tone. He peeked up and bobbed his head. “Yes, it is. I haven’t had the best of luck with women these days, because of my busy schedule.” He told before leaning up on the table, resting his head in the palm of his hand. A slight grin swept your face captivated by this conversation it felt like your lewd fictions may become a reality. “Oh, I see. Is there anything I can do to help? You’ve treated me to such a great meal, it would be rude of me not to.” You said with a small smirk. Aizawa a devishly grin replaced his usual nonchalant expression. “Perhaps... What do you think will help me Y/N?” He taunted you, making your panties soak. A disbelief waved over you wanting to know how far the two of you would go, but you weren’t going to back down from this playful banter. “How about a massage?” Your voice oozed sultry, it made Aizawa feel another tinge of excitement in his gray sweats. “I would appreciate that very much, a shoulder massage would be much needed for those back squats from earlier.” He muttered and watched as you stood from the table and walked behind him placing your hands on his shoulders. You slowly massaged them. Your hands moved with precision and skill, effortlessly gliding over his broad thick shoulders. Aizawa let out a soft moan feeling the tension from his intense workout from earlier being at ease. The sound of his moans was like music to your ears, as your fingers knead their way along his shoulder blade, getting rid of the knots and tightness. Aizawa closes his eyes tossing his head back, feeling your nibble fingers for their magic.

“Do you like that?” You asked in a sensual tone.

Aizawa was aroused by your question, his soft pink lips parted before he spoke. “Very much.” He whispered seductively.

His answer satisfied you, working the knots in his shoulders. Aizawa didn’t shy away from moaning, making sure you heard every single one. “Fff-fuck.” He gasped and sighed heavily. You squeezed your thighs together sliding them together, yearning for some friction for your greedy clit. Your hands slide down to his back and up his shirt, feeling his larger back muscles. Your cold fingers on Aizawa’s bare skin almost sent him over the edge. Things he only dreamt of were being played right in front of him.

“How about we take this upstairs..” He whispered.

Those words sent a shiver down your spine, as you grew wetter by the second. “Alright then.” You replied, taking his hand. He helped you out of your seat He got up out of his seat leading you, up the stairs to his bedroom. You went to sit on the edge of the bed as Aizawa closed the door behind him. His hand slipped underneath his shirt, rubbing his abs as he approached you. He stood in front of you with the same mischievous grin. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest as you were thirsting for him. You made it obvious too, looking at the print in his gray sweats and biting on the corner of your lower lip. Aizawa removed his hand from underneath his shirt and made himself on the bed. His eyes cut over to you swiftly, an assertive persona seeping from him as he motions for you to sit on his lap. You crawled over and sat in his lap facing towards him. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly, pressing your chest up on him.

“Take off my shirt and massage my back.” He spoke, peering with a lecherous gaze.

“Aren’t we needy?” You teased, as you took off his shirt, he chuckled. You were just as bad as he was. The moment you took off his shirt, your eyes darted to his well-defined physique. His chiseled chest and sculpted shoulders had you wanting to lick all over it. His torso was a true testament to the hard work he put in at the gym, he purposely flexed his muscles showing off his impressive size and definition. You traced subtle veins in his arms and chest making him tingle a bit. Aizawa leaned up to kiss your neck, which made you moan instantly. “Fuck.” You whispered, enthralled by the sensation. His lips lifted off your rich brown skin and to your ear. “My massage, princess.” He spoke in a hushed tone. The potent mixture of desire filled every inch of your body, and hearing him calling you ‘princess’ made you hot and bothered. Your hands are placed on his back, rubbing it slowly, those soft hands make Aizawa grunt pleasurably, nestling his head into your shoulder. His dick was rock hard as you continued to massage the knots in his back. His silent curses made your pussy weak for him, and your hips started to buck against his crotch. Aizawa reached and grabbed your hips, stopping you. You were appalled by him stopping you when he smirked at you.

“You’re going to have to earn this dick.” He spoke in a rather serious tone flipping the two of you, so he was on top of you on the bed. He was more assertive and dominant over your body. He hovered his face closer over to yours, his lips brushed against yours.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” He whispered, staring you dead in the eye. You felt your pussy quaking, yearning for him more than ever. A smirk came across your lips, as your hands tugged at his torso. “So fuck me then.” You replied boldly, riling up the man in front of you even more. “I can’t wait to break you.” He declared hungrily. You wasted no time, touching all over his chest.

Your hands glided over his hardened nipples, which made him shiver a bit. Aizawa was amused by your fascination with his chest, but he wanted to touch you in the same way.. just as badly.

“Strip down for me princess.” He retorted hastily, taking one of your hands and kissing the back of it. A grin sweeper over your face and you did as asked of you. “Anything for you.” You spoke, before winking. You stripped off your clothes, revealing your sexy body to him. He was in awe and his mind raced with all the possibilities he could to you. Aizawa placed his hand on your chin and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. His tongue entered your mouth exploring your cavern and swirled around with yours. He stuck his tongue deeper down your throat, making you gag a bit. He wasn’t letting for an inch, you could tell he hadn’t fucked in a while, it was beginning to show how hungry he truly was. He broke the kiss as the two of you were heavily panting. Your mind was only focused on him, as he rubbed his big hands all over your body. You were curious to know how long it’s been since he last touched anyone, so you ask. “How long has it been.. since you last did this?” Aizawa smirked and got up from the top of you. “Too long.” He replied quite bluntly, and spread your thighs apart wide. A squeal escaped your lips from working out earlier that day. Despite your whimpers, he stretched out your thighs wider.

“Now then princess, play with that pretty pussy of yours.” He commanded. His words made your whole body hot. You didn’t object to it, your fingers dove right to that soaking cunt of yours. You moaned obsessively, giving him a suitable show. Your thighs spread wider, the more your fingers moved vigorously in and out that greedy pussy of yours. “Ngh.. Ahhh.” You called out as walls clenched around your sticky fingers. Your juices spilled onto the bed as you did, and Aizawa enjoyed every moment. His dick grew so hard it was almost about to burst out of his gray sweats. “Fuck, just like that princess.” He encouraged, watching intensely as you played with that sloppy cunt of yours. “You like that baby?” You moaned, as your eyes were staring into his. Aizawa nodded, biting his lower lip. “Of course, I am a princess. Fuck yourself harder for me.” He spoke flirtatiously. His voice was so fucking hot to you. Something about his low and silvery tone made your finger pump in and out your sobbing cunt faster. You were about to cum off over the sheets the way you were whimpering. “Shh-shit!” You moaned, and Aizawa came closer.

He pulled you by the hips to the edge of the bed and smiled. He kneeled on the floor and positioned his head in between your legs. “Let me handle this princess.” He said calmly, and you removed your hands.

He stuck his tongue out and began to lap his tongue in your wet folds. You shivered and moaned out loudly. “D-dammit.” You whimpered, as your hand took a fistful of his hair. He was pleased about your reactions and slurped up every drop you had to offer him. He was enthralled with your wet cunt, and started to vigorously eat you out relentlessly, whirling his tongue around your poor clit.

“F-fuck.. baby..ohhh!” You moaned and gripped his hair tighter. Your legs were shaking so badly, you didn’t know how much you could take. “Almost there, princess.” He purred before he dribbled his tongue over your glistening folds, before shoving his index and ring finger up your greedy hole. He was pumping his fingers in and out of you at an alarming rate aiming right towards your g spot. Your stomach was in knots, as you started to buck your hips against him. “I’m going to cum, I’m... shit... I’m so close, baby.” You said as your words we’re starting to slur a little. Aizawa ignored your whiny moans and continued to eat his favorite meal of the night. The sounds of your squelching pussy made him lap over your clit furiously.

It didn’t take long for you to throw your head back, as you bucked your hips faster, your climax was approaching. Your hands gripped his hair tighter, and you came all over his face, gasping. Aizawa slurped up every drop of your sweet release and lifted his head. He saw the fucked out look on your face and licked his fingers, slurping off your sweet release. “Princess, don't tell me you're worn out already. We have got the whole night ahead of us.” He teased and stood up. You watched tiredly, as slipped off his sweats and boxers. His dick oozed with precum, as he tapped it against your throbbing cunt. You gulped as little as he expected to take every inch of his long, hard dick. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll manage.” You spoke, and he smirked. “Good, now then princess. Turn around and ass up.” He spoke sternly.

You were starting to get all giddy from his words again and did what was told. You tooted your ass up sky-high for him, and he positioned himself behind you.

The tip of his cock teased your glistening hole making the two of you moan. The euphoria of it all had Aizawa weak as he continued to rub his giant head against you while your lower body was in intense agony. “Put it Shota.” You begged to get fuck. Aizawa ignored your pleas and continued to rub the head of his sticky cock around your glorious hole, teasing the both of you. After a while, he gave in and grunted entering your walls, and slapped your ass. The tip of his dick kissed your cervix, staying dormant until your walls adjusted around the throbbing dick. You let out a loud moan, gripping the sheets. “Shit, princess, you feel amazing.” He groaned, his big hands gripped your ass. “F-fuck.” Aizawa moaned, your walls were clenched desperately on his dick. He smacked your left-ass cheek, he wanted to break you some more.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” He spoke in a low hushed tone in your ear.

“Y-you.” You whimpered while your legs were about to buckle.

“Say it again.” He commanded.

“I-it belongs to you!” You whimpered more.

“Mmm, that's right.” He sounded giving that beautiful ass another powerful slap.

“Oh fuck..!” You moaned.

He wasted no time and rutted into your squelching pussy, slapping your ass repeatedly. Your hands gripped the sheets tighter, taking on his girthy cock. “Ooohhh babyy..” You whimpered while getting drilled in by a madman. He was going to fuck you so hard until you saw stars. He went harder and deeper with every time your pussy connected to his balls, the dopamine of hearing the clapping noise sent him over the edge.

“Tell me how much you love it, princess.” He groaned, spanking your ass again.

“I love it!” You screeched, feeling your body grow weaker every second. The lewd slapping of your and Aizawa's skin together filled up the walls of his bedroom. He was plunging deep inside your wet wall, feeling like he was rearranging your guts. He grunted again, giving your ass another slap. “Tell me how much you love this fat dick. I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll sleep like a baby.” He murmured and slapped your ass again. “I love it so m-much.” You moaned.

Aizawa drilled into your pussy relentlessly, as your juices coated his thick dick, slamming into your g spot. He was getting close to seeing what a sloppy mess the two of you were becoming. He couldn’t help but want to tease you. He pulled out, edging his tip near your entrance. You were completely weak and craving for him to finish. “P-please. I need it. Give it back.” You moaned. Aizawa smirked. “Louder princess.” He urged you, before giving your ass another loud slap. You yelped a bit and moaned profusely. “Fuck me!” You shouted, and it was at those words he shoved his hard dick back inside your sloppy cunt, your tits bouncing uncontrollably. He fucking you so good your eyes begin to roll back, your toes started to curl. “Ohhh, fuck yes.” You purred.

Aizawa was deep inside your tight pussy, grunting with each passing stroke. “Fuck.. I’m close..” He snarled, reaching his hands onto your shoulder. You could barely take it, your knees were beginning to go weak. “Don’t you dare.” Aizawa muttered as he saw your body shaking about to tip over. You were about to object until he thrust into you roughly. “Dammit!” You shouted as we were approaching your end. Your walls clamped down tightly on Aizawa’s dick, as you came all on. The warmth of your cum running down his shaft, makes Aizawa curse silently before stuffing you full of his cum. “S-shit.” He said silently and watched as you collapsed onto the bed. Your body was spiraling, and Aizawa lay beside you with a smirk on his face.

He yawned, feeling tired enough to get some rest. He cradled you into his arms and kissed the side of your neck. “I’m going to love this princess.” He whispered sweetly in your ear. Your body began to relax, as you laid in his arms. “Me too.” You said softly.

His soft hands rubbed against your sore clit, making you squirm. He smirked. “I said we had all night darling..come sit on my face, Princess.”

END!

[violetpixiedust]

thinking about soft!boyfriend steve. who grabs whatever inanimate object is closest to him and sings a silly little song into it whenever you’re sad just to see you break into a smile. who bundles you up in the coziest scarf he owns at the slightest inclination that you’re cold, he keeps it in the trunk of his car for you just in case. steve, who cuts off your self deprecating speech with a head spinning spearmint flavoured kiss because he adores you so incredibly much, and he knows that no words he could ever say would speak louder at that particular moment. steve, who reaches up wordlessly with a veiny hand to grab anything off the top shelf before you can even lean onto your tip toes. steve, who’s crafted from stardust, donning constellations made up of moles and freckles, scattered across his sun kissed complexion for you to trace, kiss, and memorize. steve is the act of selflessly switching ice creams or even sandwiches with you when you end up not liking yours. a rosy flush never fails to adorn his cheeks the day after, when you sweetly drop off coffee and baked goods at family video for him and robin to share as a thank you. steve is the colour of sunshine. paisley, warm and illuminating. steve is the epitome of lovesick when you laugh a bit too loud, knowing that you learned to shed your fear of doing so after you told him an ex of yours loathed it. he would give anything to hear you laugh like that every time. steve is the type of boyfriend who twirls you with his arms wrapped tightly around your waistline after spending fifteen minutes apart from you. who goes helplessly weak in the knees when you kiss him, because every time feels like the first time with you. who fiddles with the hem of your clothing, a lock of your hair, your dainty jewellery, anything to be closer to you while you speak to him. who reads with you from behind your shoulder, and quietly kisses the crook of your neck to let you know that you can turn the page. who promptly kneels onto the floor in front of you no matter where you are before fixing your shoelace or heel strap when he notices it’s come undone, much to your appreciative embarrassment. who lifts you up onto the nearest surface before he protectively bandages your wounds no matter how small, even if it was just a little scrape from when you clumsily banged into one of the cupboards, placing a tender kiss to the area after he ensures the edges of the plaster are smooth, wiping away your tears if any. steve, who feels the garden of his chest bloom with fresh wildflowers every time you say you love him, because he knows that you mean it, he can feel it, also because you’re so endearingly bad at telling even the whitest of lies. he drifts off to sleep whenever you play with his silky hair at the end of a long day, your manicured fingers gently scratching his scalp as he leans into the safety of being taken care of. steve is sticky lipgloss coated kisses on the cheek, intertwined fingers, dusky almond toned eyes brimmed with infatuation, fresh linen scented lullabies, bottled springtime, bouquets of your favourite flowers at any hour, stray flowers picked by you innocently placed behind his ears or braided through his hair. unbeknownst to the both of you, you’ve each started your own flower pressing journals, preserving every single petal that you’ve ever received from the other. steve is confidently mispronounced words that have you rolling in giggles and falling for him impossibly harder. he’s rose water scented love letters, time capsule polaroids of you in every nook of his burgundy bmw despite max saying that it looks like a shrine, slow dancing tipsily as dinner cooks on the stove, teary eyes at animal shelter commercials between bubblegum dramas, stolen kisses in broad daylight, absentmindedly humming along to the radio on the drive to lovers lake, fleeting confessions in the purple dawn. finally, steve is the schoolgirl type of love that has you twirling and daydreaming airily before opening your window for him when he sneaks into your childhood bedroom. lovestruck forever.

*soft!boyfriend stevie owns my ♡*

[femmefatalevibe]

how do you get monica belluccis vibe (with short wavy hair)?

Use nourishing shampoo/conditioner with a leave-in, anti-frizz conditioner. Let your hair air-dry

Apply ultra-nourishing facial moisturizer to the skin with SPF

For makeup: Use a satin-finish foundation with medium to full concealer underneath to cover imperfections; apply a golden brown bronzer as a contour and a pearly-highlighter to the cheekbones& high points of your face if not oily (tip/bridge of nose, cupid's bow, chin, middle of forehead); Fill in your brows so they look full but natural with a match brow pencil/powder shade; Create a grey-brown smokey eye with a golden bronze/taupe eyeshadow as a base on the lid with a smokey grey in the crease and black shadow on the outer corner(if desired); Apply a thin layer of black liner to the top of the eye with a subtle, classic wing and to the water line/tight line (inner rim); FInish off the lips with a matte or satin finish pink-brown lipstick (or a "your lips but better" hue)

For clothing: Tailored black wardrobe staples in high-quality fabrics – sharp wool/leather/silk blazers, crisp moto jackets, Pima cotton tops or silk camis/blouses, cashmere/leather bodysuits, tailored straight-leg or bootcut black trousers/denim, black slip dress/bodycon knit or heavy-fabric dresses, long tailored black coats in wool, leather, or silk with accents of black lace/red/leopard print

For accessories: Statement crystal, pearl, or classic chunky necklaces with sleek black heeled boots or pumps with a pointed or almond-shaped toe, black tights & hosiery

[sovereignjojoz]

Mista with an affectionate rich girlfriend! reader!!!

Pairings: Mista x fem reader

Warnings: reader is kinda spoilt but sweet, maybe even a bit ditzy.

Notes-as soon as this popped into my head I had to write it idek?!&@)&?£&&/

<3thinking about Mista with a spoilt but sweet rich little girlfriend who just spoils him rotten and buys him all these gifts and jewellery :((

<3and like when the gang meet you they fully understand because you're (one of Mista's many types) to a T. Like you're dressed from head to toe in an elegant co-ordinated outfit, with high heels and expensive shades on, because you wanted to make a good impression, and you're just there clinging to Mista like "hi🥰!!, I'm Mista's girlfriend!"

<3you literally just cling to him the whole time too, kissing him casually and leaving some of your lipstick shade on his lips, sitting in his lap, holding his hand, re-adjusting his hat, he loves it.

<3and he knows how much effort you put in today since you wanted to make a good impression on his friends, you even dragged him shopping just to buy a new outfit for this occasion since you were slightly worried of what they’d think, so he made sure to tell you how good you look murmuring comments like “you look so pretty baby.”

<3you can’t help but cuddle him and kiss him all over.

<3the others were so curious and couldn’t help but ask how the two of you met and you obliged telling them how you saw him walk into your favourite boutique and he was just so cute you had to make him your boyfriend, so you begged him for a date and at first he said no (he didn’t wanna put a pretty girl in danger due to his occupation) but at your disappointment he changed his mind and gave you his number causing you to squeal.

<3cue Mista blushing slightly as you reminisce.

<3he finds himself drowned in jewellery and expensive glasses and stuff just because you see something that you think would look nice on him and just MUST buy it for him, and it’s fine since your dad is like the top surgeon or something so it’s not even a dent in your pocket. He’s so flattered.

<3sometimes he’ll just here a ping, or see a notification saying: [name] sent you €750. Hiii baby~ please treat yourself, I love youuu! Mwah mwah mwah! He finds your generous it’s so adorable.

<3he’s also a good boyfriend though, like he treats you really well, is protective of you and most importantly returns your affection like he’ll spoil you rotten with quality time.

<3he definitely shows you a ton of places too, y’know since he’s eighteen years old and would most likely love going out, so he loves showing you all these cool places that he knows and seeing your reaction since you’re mainly used to prestige.

<3he’s quite patient with you too (I mean he deals with the pistols on a regular so…), so like if you don’t understand something like how to use a regular appliance, he’s probably going to tease you a lil then show you how to use it, or not so you have to keep coming to him every time you want to use it (hehe).

<3and even though he may not be as loaded as you, he likes to spoil you too! He knows that you’re high maintenance and like to do stuff like getting your nails done, or getting new outfits so he often indulges you too. Once in a while you’ll see a notification like: Mista sent you €200. For ya nails babe, get em blue and red like my hat or that pink that looks good on you, almond shape.

<3he’s so sweet, he might even get his nails done with you sometimes, he just loves his gf so much!

In conclusion, boyfriend Mista>>> and he deserved to be spoilt rotten!🥰

[whatisflorencewearing]

January 5, 2024 - BBC Sound Of 2024

Florence got to surprise the all-female rock band @thelastdinnerparty with their @bbcradio1 Sound Of 2024 win.

She's wearing a vintage 1970s cream silk chiffon and lace high-neck maxi dress from @turnervintage.

It's paired with @shopdoen Dasha velvet lace-up ankle boots in Hickory (a.k.a. a rich chocolate brown that turns coppery when it hits the light) that features an almond-shaped toe, a mid-height heel, leather piping and cord lacing from the Holiday 2022 collection.

[trappergirl]

Hi i'm not dead!! my wife @softiescully tagged me aaages ago, thank u 🫶💐

favourite song at the moment: dream brother by jeff buckley or a&w by lana

current obsession: i'm in between obsessions atm but twd always & i do still randomly bring bj up in conversation

style: lots of ditsy florals and lace for summer, 70s prairie dresses, red or green accent pieces, 90s square toe kitten heels, my thrifted leather jacket and red white & blue cowboy boots

celebrity crush: jdm lol. and did u guys see anne hathaway in the wattpad movie oh my god...

favourite food and drink: had the dreamiest fluffiest scrambled eggs recently in paris 🍳🩷 at home i've been loving brioche, hbaf almonds, espresso tonics

places where i'd like to live: my friends pockets or holland, but i actually love where i live... new jersey for like a month

hobby: reading, writing, best friend and i are slowly getting into scrapbooking

sooo nice to catch up @anatomicvenus @weirdlittlegirl @majorbaby @teamtoby @katiehoughton @10000000fish @strideofpride & every mutual i have ever had and forgot... what have u been up to!!

[lynn-m]

FEELING BLUE: Plain White Blouse; Blue Plaid Knee-Length Pencil Skirt in Tafetta Fabric; Black Satin Clutch Bag; Grey Almond-Toe 2½" Heels

[casskeeps]

new york kouros

basics

name: new york kouros

date: 590-580 bce (early archaic)

artist: unknown

function: attic grave marker

size: ~195cm - about life size

original, reconstructed, or copy: original naxian marble

subject matter

this statue is a kouros: a statue of a nude male figure. number one thing to remember is that most kouroi are not supposed to depict real people - instead, they are more of a representation of idealised youth.

context

beginning of the archaic period ! this statue is the product of a process called orientalising: the process where egyptian artistic features are assimilated into greek art. the greeks first came into contact with egyptians in around 660 bce, and the influence of egyptian art is very clearly visible in the new york kouros (elaboration in stylistic features).

composition

the pose of the statue is highly rigid, and appears to sacrifice naturalism of anatomy for structural integrity. this is most evident in the "impossible twist" in the wrists, and the positioning of the feet.

the wrists are profile, flat next to the thigh (although bridged by a support), despite the elbow and inner forearms being frontal and facing the viewer. while this allows for sounder support between the hands and thighs, making the arms harder to break off, it detracts from the naturalism by depicting an anatomically improbable positioning of the hand and wrist in relation to the rest of the arm.

the feet, while not anatomically impossible, also demonstrate a sacrifice of naturalism for balance and structure; the pose of the kouros emulates a person walking, but it lacks the naturalism of the action. this effect is created by the straightened legs (there is no bend in the knee joint), and the flattened feet. the flat feet and rigid legs create an impression of stillness, as opposed to the shift of weight shown by later statues by the raising of the heel of the foot.

the anatomy of the face and head also demonstrate the common difficulties depicting humans in archaic sculpture; the ears are created using a volute shape for the shell of the ear, and the eyes are a stylised almond shape and oversized for the face. the use of abstract shapes to depict natural forms can be referred to as geometricism, and the oversized eyes can be referred to as "insectoid".

the kouros has a relatively emotionless face; it has an archaic smile in order to give it more of an impression of life, but the rest of the face doesn't respond to the muscles. this is what makes the archaic smile unsettling and almost inhuman to many viewers - it lacks proper interaction between muscles.

the proportions of the statue also demonstrate the effects of geometricism on archaic greek art; the torso is much wider at the shoulders than at the hips and waist, creating a triangle shape to represent the form of the upper body. the entire body is slender, and the digits are much longer than human digits - this is particularly evident in the toes, which are noticeably lengthened.

stylistic features

this kouros is highly typical of the archaic period, particularly the early archaic period - it is highly influenced by both geometricism and egyptian art.

the anatomy has many features of archaic period - particularly the abstract shapes used to represent the more complex natural forms. these include volutes in the representation of the ears, gull-wings (like m and w shapes) in the pectorals, eyebrows, and knees, and chevrons (v shapes) in the elbows, knees, iliac crest, and to represent the bottom of the ribcage.

the subject is also highly typical of the archaic period, as a nude male figure (a kouros), but it's important to note that the nude male figure perseveres through greek sculpture, even to the late classical period and beyond

scholars

harris and zucker: "the lack of contrapposto, the symmetry, does place him in some ways firmly in a world that is not ours"

osborne: "this kouros is particularly important, not only for the fine details, but also for its proportions"

extra information

khan academy

the metropolitan museum

smarthistory

[fashionofemmacdwatson]

Leaving the Palazzo Parigi Hotel & Grand Spa and Going to the Prada Store | Milan, Italy | February 21, 2024

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[expired-bat]

6 Meimei and any fine lady of choice

honestly i cant think of who to ship meimei with, so i came up w a mystery woman!!!

6 - Write about an intense kiss between your ship.

In the City That Never Sleeps, the nightlife is where it is to die for. The rest of the crew arrived to their designated club after a crazy show, getting their groove juices to spill onto the dancefloor. Meilin tried to push the heavy door open, but of course, Tony had to open it for her. She was the first to arrive, with the rest of her minions bandmates following suit. The neon lights danced around the room, casting vivid hues on the sea of bodies moving to the rhythm of the music. As she navigated through the crowd, Meilin couldn't help but feel the electric energy in the air.

She found herself at the bar, ordering a Manhattan to steel her nerves. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, and Meimei was ready to set loose. Drink in hand, she made her way to the dance floor, where the sea of bodies was in constant motion. She sees Ryan and Tony and made her way to them, seeing that they're the only two that will protect her (just in case some dickhead spiked her drink).

Meilin took a sip of her drink, watching the two having their little "dude-bro" moment of dancing on each other. How they managed to click without being in love, she doesn't know. She's aware of their benefits for one another, being that neither of them wouldn't shut up when she tried to go in the bathroom one too many times.

As the beats throbbed, Meilin moved with the music, losing herself in the vibrant energy. She felt her eyes on her. A man, she thought, a vile, disgusting, poor excuse of a man. When turned, she locked gazes with a enigmatic yet sexy woman. She is tall, with curves all in the right places and alluring brown eyes in the shape of almonds. Her hair is dark, long, and straightened, her skin in the color of chestnut, and her face painted in bold makeup. Her black dress hugs onto her curves, displaying her cleavage from the deep v-neck. Her eyes held a magnetic pull that drew the frontwoman in.

Meilin nudged Tony, shoving her Manhattan to his chest. The bassist was a bit bewildered that his bossgirl gave him her drink.

Without exchanging words, the woman joined Meilin on the dancefloor, seamlessly moving inn rhythm with her. The air was thick with anticipation, and as the base dropped, the two women shared an unspoken understanding. The dance became an intimate conversation, bodies speaking a language that transcended words.

Meilin's heart raced as the woman's hand grazed hers, sending shivers down her spine. the pulsating music surrounded them, drowning out the rest of the world. In the dimly lit club, their connection deepened, each movement conveying a shared desire.

Without hesitation, the woman leaned in, her lips capturing Meimei's in a passionate kiss. Her world faded away as the kiss deepened, the heat between them escalating. It was a moment suspended in time, the merging of two souls in the heart of the pulsating nightclub.

The kiss broke as the song reached another beat drop, leaving Meilin breathless and exhilarated. The woman offered a playful smile before disappearing into the crowd, leaving the frontwoman standing there, heart pounding, with the taste of her lips still lingering.

"Wheeeewwww, Meimei!"

Her head turned to see Ryan holding his phone in flash and Tony snickering behind him. Her face instantly turned red and stomped her heels towards him.

"HEY!! TURN THAT SHIT OFF!!!"

Like a kitten playing with it's toy, she reaches up high to snatch his phone from his hands, with the men laughing their asses off from her poor attempts to. It instantly ended when she stomped her heel onto the goth's toe, making him screech and drop his phone onto the grimy floor, shattering the screen. She snatches her drink from Tony's hand, chugging it all and going to the bar to order something stronger, probably ten shots of Fireball to forget the night.

[whump-card]

Interlude 21.1: Candy and Cameras

Takes place during Arc 2, except for a little bonus moment at the end :)

Based off of prompts from this list by @whumperful as requested by an anon and @thecyrulik

~1160 words

CW: alcohol, toxic relationship, whumper/whumpee, manipulation, conditioning, restraints, dubcon kissing, fade to black dubcon

~~~

“Have another.”

“Have another.”

“Have another.”

~~~

Simon stumbled out of the bar clinging to Matthew’s arm, giddy and single-minded. He stood on tip-toe to breathe into the vampire’s ear.

“Can-dy, can-dy, can-dy!” he chanted.

“Okay, okay!” Matthew relented, “There’s a CVS or whatever-the-fuck down the street, let’s go.”

The bright lights of the convenience store were dazzling and magical. Simon spun in place for a moment, then spotted the candy rack and nearly fell to his knees in front of it. The clerk gave him the side-eye, but decided he wasn’t causing trouble.

“You pick out what you want,” Matthew ruffled Simon’s hair, “I’ll be right back.”

Simon barely noticed the vampire leave, too entranced by the bright colors and logos spread before him. Something plucked at his heartstrings.

Nostalgia.

He brushed the feeling aside and busied himself with picking out the perfect selection. A giant Mars Bar, obviously. A pack of Sour Patch Kids. An Almond Joy, because that was - that was somebody’s favorite. He couldn’t remember whose. Hubba Bubba bubble gum tape. A giant KitKat. No longer able to pick up anything else without it all spilling out of his hands, Simon staggered to his feet.

He convened with Matthew at the checkout, and the vampire tossed his own find onto the counter; a red and yellow box.

“Whassat?” Simon asked, leaning against him.

“Camera. You got fuckin’ Almond Joy?”

“I like Almond Joy,” Simon mumbled.

~~~

Back at the apartment, Simon flopped onto the bed while Matthew dumped out the shopping bag full of candy onto the sheets.

“Yessss!” Simon snatched up the sour gummy bag and struggled with it for a moment before shoving it towards Matthew. “Help!”

Matthew, who had been taking the disposable camera out of its box, glared at him.

“You know you’re a fucking demanding little bitch sometimes?”

Simon laughed, before he processed Matthew’s serious tone and a shot of anxiety ran up his spine.

“Sorry.”

“You can make it up to me.” Matthew opened the gummies easily. “Kneel.”

The command sent a drunken flutter of arousal through Simon, and he pushed himself upright, overshot and almost keeled over in the other direction, then sat back on his heels.

“Shut your eyes, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue,” Matthew ordered, plucking a sour gummy out of the package.

Simon obeyed. He wanted Matthew to have fun. He didn’t want Matthew to be mad. He wanted to do whatever Matthew wanted, forever.

“Now, don’t move until I say so.” Matthew set the candy on Simon’s tongue, eliciting a whine of protest. “Hold it!”

Simon could feel drool collecting in his mouth. Then he heard a click, and a bright flash lit up the insides of his eyelids red, dazing him. He automatically pulled the gummy into his mouth to say, “Hey!” He blinked up at Matthew, who stood over him with the camera, winding it back.

“I don’t like…” An old fear soured his stomach and jumbled his words as he slowly chewed the sour candy. “Don’t take pictures of me!”

“Aw, c’mon!” Matthew gently persuaded, “It’s just for us, nobody else will ever see them,” he combed a hand through Simon’s hair, “Except for the nerd at Staples who develops them, but what do we care what they think?”

Simon leaned into the vampire’s touch as Matthew brushed his hand down the side of Simon’s face and took a firm hold of his chin, turning his face this way and that.

“Man,” Matthew breathed, “You’re real pretty when you’re wasted.”

Simon beamed at the compliment, warm devotion drowning his anxieties.

“Open.”

Completely pliant, Simon opened his mouth and Matthew slipped his thumb in under Simon’s tongue to take an even stronger grip on his jaw.

“Ow,” Simon half-complained.

“Shh,” Matthew lifted the camera in his other hand, “Hold still, just like that.” He snapped another picture, and Simon cringed from the flash.

“Okay,” Matthew released him, “Take your shirt off.”

“Not if - Not if you’re gonna take pictures a’me,” Simon slurred, folding his arms and frowning.

“But I want to take pictures of you. You’re adorable,” the vampire cajoled.

Simon knew he should be able to resist the simple flattery, but couldn’t.

“Mkay but, nobody sees ‘em essept you. N’the Staples nerd.”

“Just me and the Staples nerd,” grinned Matthew.

Simon started to pull up the bottom edge of his turtleneck, but as he got it over his head the dexterity of his drunken limbs failed him, and his head and arms became trapped in the fabric.

“Agh!” He lost his balance and flopped over onto the bed, twisting uselessly. He heard Matthew laugh and the camera snap as the vampire captured a photo of Simon’s exposed abdomen.

“Matthewww!” he whined, muffled under the tangled shirt, “Help me!”

“Okay, okay!” Matthew took one more photo before climbing onto the bed and pulling the shirt off Simon’s head.

“Better?”

“Mhm,” Simon nodded, still disoriented. Matthew leaned in and kissed him, hard, confusing him further, and held up the camera and took a selfie. Then he pulled back with a self-satisfied smirk, winding the camera back.

Simon wiggled his arms above his head where they were still trapped in the shirt, blinking his eyes rapidly from the haze of the flash.

“Get it off,” he mumbled - but now that he was lying down, he was finding it harder and harder to care. Fatigue was settling deep into his bones, and the bed was so soft and comfortable.

Matthew’s eyes lit up, and he dropped the camera into the sheets to peel the shirt off Simon’s arms - but instead of taking it entirely off, he wrapped and knotted the fabric around Simon’s wrists.

“Hey…” Simon struggled weakly against the restraint, “I don’… I donlike that.”

Matthew leaned down to kiss him again, murmuring into his mouth, “Yeah you do.”

Simon would do anything for Matthew.

“Yeah I do,” he echoed.

Matthew reached down to unbutton Simon’s pants.

“Can I take pictures while I fuck you?”

“No, c’mon…” Simon turned his face away, but it was a half-hearted denial. Matthew grabbed his chin and pulled him back, nose-to-nose.

“Come on, say yes,” he coaxed.

Simon’s eyes wandered over Matthew’s face, only barely comprehending.

“Okay.”

~~~

Months later, Captain Isles stood in Simon and Matthew’s abandoned apartment, opened with keys taken from Matthew’s seized possessions. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he was looking anyway. He picked up and put down Simon’s books. He opened and closed the refrigerator. He rifled through dresser drawers.

That’s when he found it.

A fat yellow envelope, buried under Matthew’s socks. He opened it and pulled out a random photo from the center of the stack. Stared at it for a minute. Slid it back in and closed the envelope. Almost put it back in the drawer.

Then he tucked the photos into the inside pocket of his jacket and left the apartment.

~~~

Masterlist

Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy, @pigeonwhumps, @sunshiline-writes, @seasaltandcopper

[dontyoutrytocalmmedown]

saladandballads: EVERLANE “The City Boot” in toasted almond Beautiful rich caramel colored suede block heel ankle boot with square toe

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Time After Time

Warnings: None. Some kissing, and a smidge of making out - teenage!Sam and teenage!reader (both just graduated) nothing explicit or graphic at all.

Summary: It's Senior Prom, and Y/N is Prom Queen and everything, but the night won't be complete if she can't get at least one dance with Sam Winchester.

Pairings: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,429

A/N: I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what.  They won’t always be in order.  This fic will be for the prompt: Use the words: crown, dance, smile.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: So, at first I was just going to write this as a one shot, and for now that's what it is, but I have some ideas of how to make this fic into a series. I thought I'd throw it out to you guys and see what you thought. If you're interested, I'll continue the story, so please let me know. 😊 Still not wholly confident in my ability to capture Sam properly on the page! 😬

Both of the beautiful dividers, below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89 💓

So, it was a long time ago, lots of years, more years than I care to think about, really.

The night had been a long time coming; months of planning and preparation had gone into it, months of excited giggling and daydreaming with my friends. So many conversations and shopping trips, for dresses and shoes, and the perfect shade of lipstick, trying to make everything perfect.

For our Senior Prom.

Of course, however much we'd planned, it wasn't perfect. Our dresses were too hot for the end of June, so we were all too warm, and our high heels pinched our toes; one of my friends, I don't remember which one now, got into a fight with her boyfriend and spent over an hour in the girl's bathroom lamenting her broken heart.

They were back together by the end of the night.

But in spite of these issues, it was a magical night. And not just because I was voted Prom Queen. It didn't really mean that much to me; I wasn't that popular, but my date was, and he'd been voted in as King, so I think I just tagged along for the ride; I'd certainly never campaigned.

I don't really remember my prom date's name either. Steve...something, I think. He wasn't my boyfriend, just a guy who'd asked me to go. And I couldn't just sit around waiting forever for the boy I wanted to go with, to ask me. So, I said yes to...Steve Something and had a nice night. I stood on the stage in my little plastic crown and waved and tried not to feel too silly.

Being up on the stage did have one advantage though; from my vantage point I finally saw him for the first time that night, the boy I'd actually wanted to go to Prom with.

He was easy to spot towering head and shoulders above everyone around him; he was leaning against the wall at the back of the gymnasium that we'd decorated so elaborately, in the hopes of evoking romance. Through a sea of tinfoil stars, white balloons and baby blue streamers we made eye contact and he gave me that warm, sweet smile that never failed to make my heart skip.

Those dimples should really be illegal.

Without really paying attention to what was happening, I walked down off the stage and began the king and queen dance. The whole time I was awkwardly swaying side to side with my date, my eyes were scanning the room for an unruly mop of brown wavy hair and almond-shaped, hazel eyes.

He was so beautiful. I'd fallen for him the second he showed up in my biology classroom two months earlier. He was new, not just to my classroom, but to the school. I knew that right away, because I never would have missed his existence in my small high school.

Then we'd been partnered in a few labs and I'd fallen even harder and deeper for his shy, sincere smiles, and obvious intelligence.

And I'd waited and waited for him to ask me to a movie, or for coffee, or to PROM. There were some moments where I felt sure he was going to ask, like it was on the tip of his tongue, but it was as though he pulled himself back at the last second.

I told myself that it must all be in my imagination, he couldn't be interested, because here I was dancing with Steve Something instead of Sam Winchester.

Finally our dance ended and I told my date I wanted to powder my nose and left him standing on the dance floor to seek Sam out.

I feel a little bad now about my abrupt dismissal of the very kind boy who'd brought me. But the evening was winding down to the last dance of the night and everyone was partnering up for it and I absolutely refused to miss my chance to be wrapped up in Sam's long, muscular arms at least once.

I held up my long skirt and dashed about a little wildly, trying to find him in the crowd while Cyndi Lauper's unique voice blared across the gym singing Time After Time.

"Hey."

I spun around at the familiar voice and craned my head back to smile up at the boy I'd been looking for, possibly forever.

"Hey." I answered back. We then proceeded to stand there awkwardly shifting from foot to foot before both speaking at the same time.

"Do you wanna da-"

"Feel like danci-"

We both laughed, full of nerves, but then he put out his big hand for me to take hold of so he could lead me out to the floor. I timidly put my hand in his, loving the warmth of it, and hoping mine didn't feel too clammy. As we reached the edge of the crowd he pulled me close.

Then, instead of putting both hands on my waist and shuffling around in a circle with me the way the other boys were doing, he slipped his wide, warm palm to the small of my back and then brought the hand he'd been holding up to his lips to kiss the back of my knuckles. He then kept it wrapped up in his and pressed both our hands against his chest. He lead me in a slow, swaying motion in time to the gentle rhythm of the song.

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and was sure he could feel it too. But I couldn't help it. He was so beautiful. He wore a plain white button up shirt with a dark blue vest, and dark pants. The vest seemed to accentuate his broad shoulders and the way his torso narrowed at his waist, creating a beautiful V shape that made my stomach flutter.

I finally worked up the courage to look into his eyes and was immediately lost in their multi-colored hazel depths. He smiled down at me, gentle and still slightly shy. I decided his shy uncertainty deserved some reassurance. So, I smiled brightly up at him before laying my head against his chest.

I heard the gentle beat of his heart kick up a little and found some reassurance of my own; I wasn't the only one affected by our closeness.

As the song wound down and Cyndi's soft voice faded away, we reluctantly pulled apart slightly and as we did, the lights came up in the gymnasium and as though the clock had struck midnight, a spell seemed to break and people began noisily milling about, gathering up purses and jackets and making plans to get home, or continue the party elsewhere.

Sam and I were jostled around a bit, as people pushed past us. Sam's expression was vaguely annoyed. He still held my hand and he tugged me close again so I could hear him over the noise of the crowd.

"Can I walk you home?"

I nodded eagerly. Then, not wanting to be completely heartless, I patted Sam's arm. "Wait just one second?"

He nodded and I dashed over to where I could see Steve Something standing around with his friends, who weren't really my friends.

Leaning up, I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and a smile.

"Thanks so much for everything! I had a great time."

He made a vague offer to take me home, but I could see he wanted to party elsewhere with his buddies. Neither of us were heart broken that it hadn't been a love connection.

"It's okay, I've got a way home. Have a good night!"

And without a backward glance, I ran back to Sam's side.

He grabbed up my hand again, and used his impressive size to clear a path for us through the crush of people still trying to leave.

Finally we were out of the building and free of the crowd. We began ambling slowly toward my house, our hands still linked.

For a while we chatted about school and the fact that we were actually done for good. He asked me what my plans were for the future, and I told him about leaving for college in the fall, the first stop on my way to med school.

I was still excited for my plans and my future, but a part of me already knew I'd be miss this soft, mysterious boy beside me, with his vague descriptions of continuing on "working at his family's business."

Finally we reached my house, and I brought him around to my side door where there was no porch light or window, and therefore less chance of my parents noticing I was coming home with a different boy than I'd left with.

"So..." I fumbled for my words. "Thanks for the dance and for bringing me home."

He nodded. "Thanks for letting me."

We stood in darkened silence for a moment before Sam took in a deep breath. "So, we're, um...my dad and brother and I, we're moving really soon. Couple days, I guess, maybe less."

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. "But I wondered, if I could ah...if I could still call you, and maybe write you some times."

He looked down at his shoes.

I felt my heart sink. I knew I'd be gone in a couple months anyway, but I'd sort of already started imagining a summer full of midnight movies, ice cream dates and swimming at the lake - Sam's broad chest bare, tanned, and warm under my hands.

But those images floated away on a cool north breeze and I moved up against him to catch his eye again.

I smiled. "I would love that." I found a pen in the little purse I'd bought specifically to match my dress.

I pulled one of his hands out of his pocket and turned it over to write my phone number on his palm. I could have written a novel on his giant paw.

"Call me anytime."

He smiled down at me, his deep dimples making me melt slightly as I put my pen away. He continued to look down at me, blinking slowly and making my heart race a little as I watched his eyes fall to my lips.

"Kiss me." I blurted out.

I saw Sam's eyes widen slightly and I slapped a palm to my mouth not quite believing that demand had just popped out. I'd been thinking it so hard, I suppose it was bound to spill out!

"I mean...I just meant..." I was beet red and once again grateful for the dark. "I just mean, if you wanted to, you could kiss me."

Sam didn't say anything for the span of five seconds which was far too long for my panicked and mortified brain so I began gibbering.

"Really, you don't have to...I mean, don't, you don't need -"

Sam cut me off, sputtering a little himself. "No, I want to, really want to. I mean not...I don't mean to...not in a creepy way..."

We both trailed off into silence and then almost simultaneously began to chuckle over our extreme awkwardness, and the ridiculousness of the situation.

As our laughter died down I felt Sam shift slightly closer and my breath caught in my throat. He smelled like something masculine and warm, it was hard to define, but it had a heat and a spice to it that made my knees weak.

He tilted my chin up with his long fingers and leaned forward slowly. I took in the little mole at the side of his nose, and as my eyes fluttered closed I realized it was a beauty mark in the very truest sense.

God, he was beautiful.

His lips met mine and I sighed against them. They were so soft and so gentle as they slanted over mine. He moved his hand from my chin to the nape of my neck, and I shivered as his strong fingers massaged my skin there.

Obviously encouraged by my reaction, he slid his other hand around to the middle of my back, splaying his fingers wide and pressing me more firmly against him.

He swept his tongue across my sealed lips and they parted for him automatically. I felt my stomach swoop and my core muscles clench as he licked into me, his tongue bold and exploring.

I let out a soft moan, surprised by the way my body reacted to him. I'd only been kissed twice before and if this was what kisses were supposed to feel like, I'd been woefully short-changed with those previous lip-locks.

He pulled his mouth from mine, just so he could suck along my jawline, teeth scraping gently there before he moved down the column of my neck. His hand slid from my back, down over my ass, grabbing a handful.

I craned my neck back and buried my hands in his long hair, moaning and feeling a keen kind of need for the first time in my life.

Suddenly, he wrenched himself back from me, chest heaving in a way that was just incredibly sexy for reasons I was still too young and inexperienced to really understand.

"Sorry," he apologized, "got...got carried away."

I was shaking my head before he finished. I was slightly embarrassed at my incredibly eager response, still holding on to the bullshit idea young girls are fed, that being too enthusiastic about making out with a boy meant you were a slut.

But I didn't want him to think he'd done anything wrong either, so I reached up and placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips.

"Don't apologize. That was..." I looked down at the ground before screwing up all my courage and looking him in the eye. "That was wonderful."

I was rewarded with his dimples again and I reached up to trail my fingers across his cheek simply because I figured it was likely my last chance to do so.

Sure enough as I dropped my hand away, he stepped back out of my reach and gave me another sad smile.

"Well, take care of yourself." He said, and then held up his palm toward me. "I'll call you."

I nodded and smiled, not sure if I believed him; keeping in touch over miles and years was a tall order for someone you'd barely known three months.

But as he backed away from me and then turned away with a final wave, I prayed he would. Because I wasn't ready to say goodbye to Sam Winchester.

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