#I want to give miles a hug honestly we both could use it

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What no I didn't cry over The Spider Within you did. Dont look at me like that

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poison | steve harrington x black female reader

a little steve harrington x black reader imagine set in the 90s 

contains: use of daddy, praise + degradation, etc

enjoy!

     Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were bent over at your vanity, elbows perched like a doll on the white marble top while you squeezed out clear lip gloss from a tube. It was that sticky 99 cent kind from the hair store that stuck to Steve’s lips whenever he kissed you, leaving behind a sickly sweet taste that he yearned for more of all the time. 

    And that dress you were wearing. A simple white dress that clung to your body, hung onto every curve so unforgivingly. The contrast of the white against your skin tone made your color pop. He almost couldn’t stand the thought that other people would get to see you like this, and he made a mental note in his head at that very moment to be by your side at every moment of that party. Not because he didn’t trust you, but because he wanted everyone to know that you were his, without a sliver of doubt. 

    Watching you pucker your lips and dab delicately at the bit of  gloss that strayed from the outlines of your perfect lips became too much for Steve, who had been sitting on the bed behind you with an almost glazed over look in his heavy-lidded eyes. He sat up and stood right behind you, his body flush with yours. 

He keeled over you and you felt your breath, warm against his neck, before you heard his voice. 

    “Baby, let’s just skip the party, hmm? Let’s stay home.”

You knew Steve had nothing but lust running through his mind when his hand found its way up your body and onto the curvy flesh of your chest and he took a squeeze. 

    You smiled, shaking your head and leaning away out of Steve’s grasp so you could keep prettying yourself up. 

    “Steve, we are going to this party. It’s Ariana’s birthday, I really don’t wanna miss it. She throws the illest parties, too.”

Steve was relentless, swaying along with you and playfully nipping at your chin, grabbing your sides with a soft grip,

    “Mm-mm. I’m keeping you right here, all night. I want you to myself.”

    “Mhm, keep dreaming lover boy,” you replied offhandedly, rummaging through your vanity dresser for blush. 

When he realized you weren’t giving in to his boyish charm, he pouted dramatically, sitting back on the bed with noticeable force. You turned back to face him when you heard the way the springs creaked angrily with his body weight.  

    “Can you relax?” you asked, rolling your eyes playfully.

    “Just let me fuck you one time before we go,” Steve practically begged.

    “Steve!”

    “Fine,” Steve bleated monotonously, folding his arms and deadpanning like a child denied a piece of candy. “But you better behave tonight.”

    You didn’t take him seriously, but a few hours later, boy did you wish you would’ve.

You pulled up to the party not long after, of course not without having to practically tear Steve off of you all throughout the journey through your house to the car and then to the door of the party, which was held on college campus in Ariana’s sorority. The music was blasting and you could hear it even before you walked in—the song Poison to be specific. You danced a little beside Steve while waiting for the door to open, and he just stood there watching you with that horny little smile on his face. 

    “Yo!” greeted a friendly voice as the door opened. It was one of your mutual friends, one out of many people who had taken a liking to “white boy Steve,” as your entire friend group called him. Steve paid no mind to the nickname, in fact he had grown accustomed to it and he honestly loved it. It was like second nature to him. “White boy Steve, what’s up, my man?”

    You watched Pierce, the guy who had opened the door, reach out his hand to dap Steve up. Steve dapped him up accordingly, then pulled him into a hug. Pierce greeted you as well and welcomed the both of you in, alerting everyone that white boy Steve had arrived. He was in fact, the only white boy for miles on this campus, which was populated by mostly Black and Latinx students. But even with his gelled up hair and a demeanor similar to that of a frat boy, he fit right in. 

    The party had already gotten started. The house smelled of smoke and liquor, and the floor shook with all the dancing feet pounding against it. It was crowded, as always, but still enough space to walk around and socialize. Although Steve loved seeing you and his friends, you were the only thing on his mind. He was antsy to get out of here and find someplace quiet where he could have you all to himself. It was all because of that damn dress, and that lip gloss you insisted on reapplying coats of every five seconds. It drove him crazy and it was taking everything in him not to drag you away from Ariana midconversation, as you wished her a happy birthday. 

    “Ari!” you trilled, running up to her as best you could in your glittery silver heels, another thing that was making Steve lose his mind. You were the picture of elegance in his eyes, the definition of a princess. He loved having you as his arm candy, and loved taking care of you even more. It didn’t help that he was also one drink in— that dark brown liquor was going right to his dick. 

    “Mama, it’s so good to see you, you look so good,” Ariana complimented you with eyes wide. “Lemme see a little spin.”

You actually spun around. Steve’s brows raised all the way up, an uncontrollable reaction, watching you show it off so casually, laughing while you did. Steve couldn’t comprehend how that laugh rang like the most angelic music in his ears and also made him want to bend you over until your innocent giggles were drowned out by crude moans. Meanwhile, you were off in girly fairyland with your friend, completely oblivious to Steve and all the things he wanted to do to you. 

    Ariana was trilling and whooping and hyping you up, and all Steve could offer was a nonchalant, wordless nod to her. How was he supposed to talk, or keep himself together when you were literally twirling around in front of him? 

    “Girl, you not even drunk,” you narrowed your eyes doubtfully at Ariana, who was in fact still stable on her feet. 

    “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

A brief pause between the two of you, the giddy anticipation budding between you before you both girlishly squealed,

    “Birthday shots!”

Steve cursed himself as you and Ariana made a bee-line for the kitchen and you beckoned him to come with you. Drunk you meant tonight was going to be even harder for him. Steve decided he might as well match you if this was what was going to happen. 

    Five shots in, you, Steve and Ariana were drunker than a donkey’s ass. Ariana had gone full birthday girl mode, climbing up on the countertop in the center of the kitchen and dancing with the vigor you would expect from a drunk twentysomething. You were safe on the ground, cheering her on until your voice went sore, and then you did the unthinkable. Before Steve could stop you, you had removed your shoes, tossed them to the side and climbed up on the kitchen counter, nearly crashing into Ariana before you joined her in dancing. Steve couldn’t tell what song was playing, only that the bass was bumping and that it was so loud, but not loud enough to cover the cheers and heckling you two were getting from your onlookers. It was all fun and games, sure, but when you started to sway your hips and dance against Ariana, it was like Steve lost himself.

    Everything around him that wasn’t you was starting to blend, his vision a vignette blur with you as the sole focus. He couldn’t decide between being territorial over the fact that you were dancing like that in front of everyone or if he should just stand back and appreciate the show you were giving him. Drunk as he was, his senses got the best of him and he was focused primarily on your safety. Both of you had nearly slipped off the table twice, so now Steve was beckoning you to come down. You couldn’t hear him at first, but when you finally noticed him, you pouted and shook your head.

    “Stevie, I’m having fun!” you babbled, throwing your hands up defiantly3 in the air and back down against your sides. “Girls just wanna have fun? Ever heard of it!”

    “Baby, you gotta get down,” Steve insisted, even though he couldn’t deny that you were cute like this, drunk and carefree and bratty. He was just scared to death that you were going to fall, or that you might be embarrassed in the morning. 

    “No!” you squealed, laughing as you kept dancing, to the delight of other partygoers who were just as plastered as you were. “Let me live my life! I’ll only be young once!”

    “Okay, that’s enough, YN,” Steve said, trying to sound as serious as he could. You turned to him and for a moment he thought you were going to come down, but then you reached your arms out to him and started trying to pull him up to dance with you. 

    “C’mon Stevie, dance with me!” you chirped, a big goofy smile on your face, your eyes round and wide. 

He chuckled, shaking his head. It didn’t help that everyone else was chanting and trying to get him to let loose too. You were just so sexy, he truly did want to, but he knew better. 

    “YN, I’m serious!” he warned, but you ignored him, still tugging relentlessly at his hand.

    Frustrated now, Steve rolled his eyes as he took your hand, but instead of getting on the counter with you, he pulled you off with gentle ease, folding you over his shoulder while his hands gripped the backs of your legs. You whined loudly, pounding your fists against his back and kicking your feet as the crowd playfully booed Steve. He motioned his free hand downwards in the air as if to tell everyone to settle down, apologizing flippantly,

    “I know, I know. Sorry, show's over.”

Steve grabbed your shoes and then walked over to the living room, trying to keep his balance as he set you on the floor finally. You hobbled just a bit and then snatched the heels away from him, putting them back on so angrily it was almost comical. Steve was watching you with a satisfied smile on his face, amused by how upset you were at making you get down from the table. 

    “I was really in my groove over there!” you complained, pushing against Steve’s chest.

    “I know, baby, I know, you did great.”

    Still frowning, you inched towards him, your indignant facade fading with each step you took. Steve knew that look in your eyes from anywhere. It was the look you gave him when you were about to finesse whatever you wanted from him. That low, doe-eyed gaze slightly upward through your long lashes. A small ghost of a smile perched upon those thick, glossy lips, almost a smirk. You reached your hand out, touching his chest, your voice low and husky but still audible over the music.

    “Would you rather I was dancing on you like that? Is that it, Stevie, hmm?” you implored, your voice lilted and almost taunting. 

Steve swallowed. He had been wanting to fuck you all day, especially the minute you put that dress on. Now, there was no telling what he might do. Steve’s eyes, filled with a burning desire, slowly traveled from your lips to your eyes. That liquor was hitting especially hard right now. 

You bit down gently on your lip and turned around slowly, gracefully, your head turned back so you could whisper into Steve’s ear, while you elongated your agitating tease against him, slowly starting to sway your hips into him. Your ass was directly against his dick and you made sure of that, feeling it lift slightly each time you backed up into him and snaked your body side to side. Steve’s hand flung to your hip and his grip was firm and almost harsh. He was practically melting into you, his lips dropped slightly open in pure lust. 

    “You want me to dance on you like this, right?”

    “Hell yes,” Steve nearly moaned, nevermind the other people in the room, who were also dancing just like this with their beau of the night. 

You took it a step further, wrapping your hand around his neck and digging your fingers into his hair, giving it the slightest pull. This time, he really did moan, quietly into your ear. You knew he would— as picky as Steve was about his hair, the one time he didn’t mind getting it messed up was when you were pulling it. He was rock hard against you now, and it was like you were purposefully pressing up harder against him because of that. 

    “I can feel how hard you are. You know, that is just so inappropriate, Stevie, I mean real-”

    You were toying with him, but before you could even finish your sentence, Steve had torn away from you and was grabbing your hand, pulling you along with him until he found a room that was empty. It was the bathroom right on this floor, in plain sight of all the partygoers, but he didn’t give a fuck. He was going to have you, and he was going to have you now. You’d been teasing him all night, with glimpses of your long legs, the sight of your dress riding up your thighs when you sat down, watching you constantly smear gloss on your lips, the way you smelled… and he had to endure it all— enough was enough. 

He closed and locked the door with superhuman swiftness, and the light turned on viciously bright in contrast with the dim lighting of the party. 

    “Steve, what are you—”

    “You’re so fucking stupid,” he practically growled, pulling you close to him and crashing his lips against yours. Though you were caught off guard, you kissed him back just as hard. His longing, open mouth, the way his tongue crashed against yours and the firm grip he had on your hips let you know just how long he’d been waiting to do this, and the way you kissed him back was as if to tell him he was finally going to get it. 

You pulled away first, breathless, laughing slightly against Steve’s lips,

    “I’m the stupid one? You just pulled us into the bathroom. Everyone’s gonna know what we’re doing.”

    “They can watch for all I care,” Steve replied dismissively. The thought made the heat rise in your cheeks and caused your eyes to widen slightly, a reaction which Steve noted, even in his drunken haze. He cocked his head mischievously to the side, the smirk on his face uncontrollable. “But maybe you’d like that.”

    You giggled nervously, turning your head to the side so you didn’t have to face him,

    “You’re such an idiot.”

Steve pulled you back in, starting to pepper kisses along your neck. His hand, big and strong, found its way to your ass and he squeezed through the fabric of your dress, making you throw your head back slightly. A pleased moan echoed from your lips into his ears, which were ringing with the sound of the loud, unforgiving desire he felt for you.

    “Fuck, let me have you baby,” he moaned raggedly, his lips hung open against your neck. You simply moaned in response, hardly picking up on what he was saying because you were in so much pleasure, racked by the idea of being watched or heard. 

    “Can I have you baby?” he asked, this time with his lips pressed to your ear. “Right here?”

    “Fuck, Steve,” you pressed yourself up against him. “You… you want me right now?”

You were breathless, you could barely talk while Steve pressed kisses all along your neck and your jawline. The sensation was heavenly, intensified by the liquor, so sweet and so brisk they made your pussy throb with want. 

    “Mm hm,” Steve hummed into your neck, the vibrations traveling up your spine. 

    “Oh fuck, yes, yes, Steve,” you replied, your voice ragged with bliss. All he had to do was touch you and you were crumbling into tiny little pieces, putty in his hands. “Want you to fuck me right here— fuck— while we’re at this party.”

Your mouth became ten times dirtier when you were drunk, but so did Steve’s, so he knew exactly how to match your energy and then some. But it was clear he was in charge here, and he made sure you knew it. A fact that only made your thighs squeeze together even more with need. 

    “That’s a good girl,” he smiled, leaning in for another kiss on the lips, relishing in the way your lip gloss tasted on his tongue. 

    His cock was practically thumping against you, and he could feel your core pulse against his thigh, you were practically dry humping his leg without even realizing it. He kissed you deeply, his mouth melding with yours. One hand cupped your chin and the other traveled between your legs, brushing against the fabric of your dress before it reached your center. He closed his hand over your mound, feeling how wet you were, counting how many times you pulsed into his hand. A high pitched moan slid out of your mouth into his mouth as you pulled away, watching a string of spit break between the two of you. Your face was twisted up in pleasure— he was rubbing your clit through your underwear with two fingers, keeping perfect eye contact with you as he did so.

    “How do you want me?” you asked, so needy he almost wanted to deny you for the fuck of it, but he couldn’t do that to you or to himself.

    “Gonna put you on the sink, sweet girl,” he replied, wrapping his hands around you and tapping your ass, signaling for you to wrap your legs around him. You did just that, and Steve placed you on the edge of the sink. He held you a bit as you wobbled to orient yourself, laughing slightly. 

    “You’re beautiful, you know that?” Steve couldn’t help himself, he had to say it. As horny as he was, you truly were his princess. All he cared about was treating you right at the end of the day, in any way he could express that. 

    “You’re beautiful too, Stevie,” you smiled. “Why am I on the sink, I thought you were gonna fuck me.”

Steve almost laughed at the impatience hiding beneath your well-meaning question, his eyes glimmering with a deviant sparkle. 

    “Wanna taste my sweet girl.”

    You bit down on your lip, the twinkle of anticipation shining bright in your eyes as they followed Steve’s path to the ground. He lowered himself down until he was on his knees, just face to face with your core, and he took his lip in between his teeth with the kind of want you could only describe as ravenous. It was a wonder he hadn’t torn all your clothes off you already. But perhaps it was because he wanted to fuck you in that dress, not waste it. 

    “Been wanting to taste that pussy all night,” Steve whispered, lips pressed tenderly to your knee, splaying sweet kisses up your legs and thighs. 

    You sighed, your head falling back with bliss, letting go of everything and just letting Steve’s minimal touches take over. He decorated your body with small kisses against your inner thighs and light brushes of his hands, but you felt everything as if it had been multiplied by ten. Not only did the liquor have your pussy throbbing and ten times wetter than usual, but anything Steve did turned you on, whether you were sober or not. 

    So you were already a mess by the time he had fully pushed your dress up past your waist and pulled your panties down, leaving them in a disarray on the floor somewhere beside him. The cool air breezed past your wet pussy and you sucked in a sharp, surprised moan, which was complemented by a deep groan that rose from somewhere way down in Steve’s body. 

    “My God, YN, you are so fucking wet— shit,” Steve hissed, unable to hide the wonder in his voice. He reached out two thick fingers and ran them up your slit, collecting all the slick that had pooled at your center and threatened to drip onto the sink counter. You let out a strangled mewl at the feeling, and looked down at Steve with wobbly eyesight and a screwed up face. “Could probably fuck you right now, fuck… don’t even need to eat you out. Look how wet you are, baby.”

    He reached his hand up, pressing his fingers against your lips and gesturing for you to taste. You wrapped your lips around his fingers, an act so salacious it nearly made him come in his pants. You made sure to suck the taste of yourself clean from his fingers, torturously slow while you made relentless eye contact with him. 

    “Such a dirty fucking slut, you like tasting yourself on my fingers?”

    “Yes, Steve, please,” you panted, teetering dangerously close to the edge of begging. 

    “Please what?” 

    “Steve,” you grumbled, swaying your legs against him. 

    “No, no, you wanted to be a tease all night long. So tell me what you want me to do to you,” Steve commanded, knowing deep down that it was taking everything in him not to dive headfirst into your pussy and shake his head in it. “C’mon, use your words.”

    “I want… want you to eat my pussy right here on this sink and ma-make me cum on your face, please, Steve. Feel how much I need you,” you moaned raggedly, grabbing his wrist harshly and pulling his hand back to your core, guiding his fingers sloppily against your center so they were rubbing against your clit and dipping dangerously into your slit. You threw your head back with closed eyes and moaned, “Mmm.”

    Steve felt like this was a fucking fever dream. You looked so hot like this, already in shambles despite how little he had touched you, controlling his hand and dictating your pleasure. He practically growled to himself as he tore his hand out of your grip and shoved his face quite literally face first into your pussy, muttering just loud enough for you to hear. You couldn’t help it and you shrieked out the minute you felt his tongue press flat against your pussy, covering your clit and your pulsating slit, then lick up with unforgiving speed and hard pressure. 

    Not to mention Steve’s hands were gripping into your thighs, keeping them spread apart because already you were threatening to close them in around his head. So as leeway, your hand sprung down to the back of his head and you pushed his face further into your core, squeezing at his hair and eliciting a moan from him that sent a tantalizing vibration through your whole body. He kitten licked your whole pussy and sucked at your clit, alternating between the two and leaving open mouthed kisses against your pussy. He loved tasting you, it was like you were pouring straight onto his tongue and he was lapping it up like a starved predator. 

    You let out a strangled moan, grinding your hips uncontrollably against Steve’s face, your thighs providing cushioning for the sides of his face as he dove inconsolably deep into your pussy, making a mess of his own face and your pussy all at once. 

    You nearly banged your head against the mirror with how far you threw it back when Steve looked up at you with hooded eyes, drunk on the taste of you, infatuated with the sounds of your sweet moans. He’d been wanting to hear them all night and it had him ragingly hard, plus the possibility of getting caught had you both sweating with anticipation. 

    When Steve pulled back, his lips were glistening but his eyes were completely dark, they’d lost any trace of playfulness. Even in your haze, legs twitching and your pussy absolutely throbbing, you knew you were done for. He didn’t keep his hands off of you, gripping harshly onto your thighs and making direct eye contact with you. 

    “Get up,” he commanded. 

    Your eyes widened and you practically jumped off the sink, attempting to wiggle your dress down your legs, only for Steve to position himself right behind you, so you could feel his cock, poking aggressively through his jeans, on your bare pussy. You cried out involuntarily, the slightest friction against your soaking heat making you extremely susceptible to the utmost pleasure. 

    “Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck this pussy,” you could hear Steve muttering— to you or to himself, you couldn’t tell, but the hunger in his tone was such a turnon, you found yourself grinding up against him as he rid himself hastily of his pants and his boxers. 

You felt his cock spring out and giggled mischievously when it did. Steve wasted absolutely no time, placing a domineering hand on your back and forcing you to bend over, your hands collapsing on the edge of the tub in front of you. You barely even had time to steady yourself before he was pushing his cock right into you, already saying the dirtiest things for you specifically.

    “All the way in, just like that,” he murmured. Steve had lost his resolve almost immediately, his mouth dropping slightly open the moment he found himself bottomed out inside of you. He knew he was going to come soon already. Everything was too much. Your ass up against him, your white dress bunched up at your sides, how wet you were, making it so easy for him to just slide right in. “You are… so fucking perfect.”

    You were literally at a loss for words, and it was only just now that you let out a gasp of a moan, legs shaking from the force of Steve’s fat cock sliding into you with such ease, stretching you out with no prep. This man had you bent over in a bathroom at a party, and you’d do it again for him and more. He finally started to move, one hand resting firm on your ass and the other farther up your back. He was easing in and out of you so easily, it had him throwing his head back and groaning. The liquor didn’t help at all, he wanted to do everything to you. 

    “Ste-eve,” you choked out as he started to catch onto a pace, not too fast and not too slow but just right, your wet pussy making slick sounds each time he slid out of you and pushed back into you. 

    “Yeah, baby? You like that?” Steve asked, coming back down to Earth from the Heaven he’d briefly been transported to. “Like how easy this cock just fucking slides into you? How wet you are?”

It seemed that his own words were firing him up. He was starting to pick up the pace, and his hands on you were gripping even harder. Your ass was vibrating back onto his dick, making soft clapping noises that only the two of you could hear over the chatter and music outside. You dared to look back at him when you answered, your face screwed up with pleasure,

    “Yes daddy, feels so fucking good, you feel so go— oh!”

You felt Steve’s hand come down harsh against your ass, a loud, strong slap that made your pussy squeeze involuntarily around his dick, making him bite his lip and moan deep in his throat. He couldn’t help himself now, his words started to flow spontaneously, sounding like the feverish confessions of desire of a man who’d waited far too long,

    “You’re so fucking good, your pussy is so fucking good. Clapping back on my dick like a good little girl, aren’t you?”

    “Y-yes, I’m your good girl, I’m your good girl, Stevie. Make me your good girl, please?”

    “Mhm,” Steve tilted his head slightly to get a better look at his cock disappearing inside your pussy, his strokes growing more languid and confident now as he set a fast, smooth pace. “Or maybe I’ll make you my little slut? Would you like that?” 

You couldn’t respond because it felt like your chest was literally constricted, that was how deep Steve felt inside of you, how good his cock was making you feel. You were practically pressing your face against the edge of the tub now, unable to hold yourself up completely. Steve knew that face from anywhere, knew he was fucking you too good for you to speak, and he chuckled deviously, boyishly almost, a smug smile appearing on his face as he brought two hands to your ass and pushed you back against his dick. Your ass slapped against his mound and you were taking all of him, no ifs ands or buts. And he knew how to fill you up. He slapped your ass again, then resumed his torturously fast pace, becoming even rougher now, even harder. 

He was laughing as he spoke, grinning so despicably, 

    “Yeah, you would love that, me making you my little slut, hmm? Making you— fuck– making you take my cock all day long? Is that what you want?”

Words continued to fail you, so all you could do was nod your head with your eyes screwed tight in pleasure. You knew you were close soon, and you could tell by the renewed feeling in your stomach that you were starting to cream on his dick. Steve didn’t miss a beat, looking down at his thick cock getting coated with your thick cream, down the shaft all the way to his balls, some of it painting your pussy and inner thighs as well. You moaned loudly, you could feel how wet you were between your legs and against the patch of hair on Steve’s mound. 

    “Fuck, that’s a good girl. You’re creaming all over my dick, you know that? Making a mess, baby,” Steve teased, and you nearly ran away when he sucked on his thumb and pressed it against your pussy, rubbing slow, deep circles. 

    “Fuck! Fuck, Steve!” you found the voice to shout, and the strength to start giving him hell too, making sure to bounce back forcefully on his cock as your pussy secreted onto his dick, leaving a circle shaped imprint around his shaft. He actually growled this time, watching your ass clap back against him, mesmerized by the motion it made each time, something like waves crashing against the shore. 

His assault on your pussy grew harsher with each thrust, making salacious, wet slapping sounds that filled the room. He kept one hand on your pussy and the other gripped your ass tight, squeezing all that he could. 

    “That’s a good fucking girl,” he grumbled, his teeth clenched as he watched the way you pushed back forcefully onto him. “You’re— fuck– so good for me, show me how good you feel getting fucked like this.”

He was becoming more breathless, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it in for long. You were nearly crying, whimpering as you got fucked into oblivion. 

    “Make me come, daddy,” you begged, and that was the final push Steve needed to be able to keep driving into you, getting impossibly deeper as he shifted slightly to a new angle. You practically sobbed as you threw it back even harder now, feeling your orgasm come excruciatingly close as Steve placed both hands on your sides, holding you in place so you couldn’t run away from it, “Yes baby that’s it, that’s so fucking good, oh my god.”

    “You’ve been teasing me all fucking night, I want you to come for me now. Go ahead, come all over my cock, baby, make a mess. Make a mess like you do,” Steve encouraged you, gathering up all his strength so his voice didn’t break as he too felt himself on the brink of exploding with pleasure. When he saw the way your eyes rolled back in your head he kept going, egging you, and quite honestly himself, on, “You look so fucking good getting fucked like this. Dressed like a little princess and getting fucked like a whore.” 

You cried out as you found yourself coming undone, gushing all over his cock as you finally came. Steve chuckled darkly and through the haze of your earth-shattering orgasm you could feel his hand coming down to smack your ass. You were depleted now, and Steve was using you, fucking into you so he could reach his end. You felt yourself start to twitch uncontrollably, moaning still as Steve fucked you through your orgasm. Breathlessly, you found enough strength to ask,

    “You gonna come Stevie?”

    “F-fuck, yes, yes baby, you feel so fucking good,” now it was Steve’s turn to whimper, losing sense of himself as he fucked sloppily into you. He drew back slightly and looked down, hands by his side, hips slapping clumsily against your ass and thighs. “God, you made a mess on my dick.”

    “Yeah? I want you to make a mess in my pussy then, baby,” when you said that, Steve choked on the moan that came out of his mouth. His hips stuttered and with it came spurts of his cum thrusting into you, warm and filling and so much. 

    “Fuck YN, I’m coming,” he moaned, his mouth dropped open into an o-shape. 

    “There you go, baby, that’s it,” you grinned, finally catching your own breath and looking back at him, his face enveloped in pure ecstasy and pleasure as he let go inside of you. 

He finished completely inside of you, slowing his sloppy thrusts as if to ensure you wouldn’t waste it. He pulled away sweaty and panting, but even through all of that he couldn’t help but bend down and kiss your asscheek, then pull away and swat at it. He helped you up, then zipped up his own pants, and you shimmied your dress down.

    “Come here,” Steve beckoned you close, pulling you into him because right now all he wanted was to feel your warmth, feel all of you, and feel safe in your arms. You let him embrace you, and you buried your face in his chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful, YN.”

He pulled away, holding you by your shoulders.

    “But never wear that dress again,” he warned you. 

You giggled, shaking your head,

    “Can’t make any promises, Stevie.”

    “Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me. But I love it,” Steve grinned, matching your mischievous energy as always. 

    “I know, baby. Now come dance with me.”

[thewildsideseries]

Chapter 41 - [ AO3 | FFN ]

I stood there, staring in shock, until Lydia grabbed my arm to pull me into a bone-crushing hug. When she looked up at me, her eyes were still teary, but she had a smile a mile wide. “Thank you.” “Hey, don’t thank me. That was all you.” “I know, but—but if you hadn’t told me—” “Lydia, I should have told you a long time ago. No matter what anyone else told me to do. Then you might have been able to save the day a lot sooner. I’m just glad you’re both okay.” I hugged her again, grinning at Jackson over her shoulder. “So? How’s it feel to come back from the dead twice in one night?” “Honestly? Really shitty.” He walked over to us and laid a hand on Lydia’s back. His touch instantly magnetized her, pulling her to his side again as she held on for dear life. “It’s been a pretty fucked up night.” “Tell me about it,” I said with a snort. “But seriously. Thanks…thanks for not giving up on me.” “Well…thanks for proving us right.” We smiled awkwardly at each other for a few seconds, until Lydia lifted her head up from his shoulder. She gave me a pointed look. “Sadie. Hug him.” “…What?” “You heard me. Hug him. He’s been through a lot today.” “Yeah, uh—you know, I would love to do that, except that Jackson’s sort of naked right now? And that’s—that’s not something I want to be a part of.” “Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about,” he said with a smirk. “I know I’m hot.” I rolled my eyes, repressing a gag. “See? He’s perfectly fine. Completely back to normal. I do not need—Lydia, no!” But it was too late. She’d already grabbed my hand with a mischievous smile of her own. With one good yank, I went tumbling into their group hug. I squealed in protest, but with Lydia cackling next to me, it was hard to be mad. I hugged them, my head bumping into Jackson’s as we laughed, reveling in the fact that we even could be laughing, hugging. It was like the previous summer, before the werewolves, before the hunters, back when everything was normal. Except this time, of course, I had several knives strapped to my legs, Lydia could resurrect the dead, and Jackson was a werewolf. And he was also naked. “Alright, alright, I hugged him. Glad you’re okay. I’m gonna give you guys some space.”

[undinegeist]

don’t want to live without you

-xx-

Johnny

-xx-

“Hey.” She speaks first; I’m scared, cold, shaking, outside and inside.

“Hey.”

“How was the fest?”

“Great, yeah. I’m…I’m exhausted, it was so crazy, but it was awesome too.”

She grins, and I melt, though I try not to show it.

“I saw one of the streams…you’re done collecting bras for real?”

I’d stopped doing that for Gretchen’s sake when we got back together, not caring that it made me look uncool; it was force of habit more than anything, plus it made me less of a dinosaur…Y/N’s always had a different way of thinking though.

“Are you disappointed?” I can tell she’s something that isn’t nice.

“Yeah, but…just a little.” She laughs, makes a square with her fingers, sort of nervous, but I feel something warm inside. “I like you, I just…want you to have fun. Refusing bras sounds boring.”

“I’ll…I’ll keep that in mind for the next tour.” All I can hear, though, are the words ‘I like you,’ on endless repeat in my head.

“Cool…I’ll watch for that.”

“Maybe…maybe you’ll be watching from side stage.”

Her eyes glitter, and my heart’s beating so hard, I feel dizzy with it…I’m caught between wanting to slip the words back in and the thought of holding her.

“Only if you’ll let me keep them.” She smirks…and then she’s hugging me; I feel like I could fly, better than any high.

-xx-

Y/N

-xx-

He feels different, skinnier, but underneath that, I missed him so much I don’t care that he’s dressed to the nines, wearing things I’d twist my nose at…I’ll still twist it, but never hard enough to hurt him.

“I…I really missed you.” He has his fingers in my hair, but I don’t mind, unlike with most people.

“I missed you, too.”

He sighs. “Why didn’t I ask you to come with me?”

I move back just enough to look up at him, resting my chin on his chest. “Because we’d just gotten fucked out of our minds and had things to sort out before we did whatever it is we’re going to do.”

“So…we’re going to do it? You still want to?”

If this was before, I’d run from the breaking in his voice, chase it with a high, fuck whoever I could find to pretend I didn’t want him…I know there’s no way around it now, even if it scares me, even if one of us goes before the other…I can never let him go, no matter how hard I try.

“I don’t want to live without you.”

He shivers, moves closer. “Is it cheesy if I kiss you?”

“Let’s give our audience what they want.”

-xx-

Johnny

-xx-

She smirks, and I can’t take it, I’ve waited so long…she moves first, though, faster than me, and it barely seems to matter that I’m too tall for her; she reaches most of the way on her own, and then our tongues are flicking past each other’s, and it feels like we’ve never done this before.

-xx-

Maya

-xx-

Elias sighs, and I turn to follow his eyes; Johnny and Y/N kissing, thankfully not in the limelight this time…the damage control before was the worst.

“I guess it’s finally happening, huh?”

“Did you ever think it wouldn’t? After the shenanigans at the pool in the UK…”

“That was what I thought would kill it. Plus…I thought it’d be Lily, not Y/N.”

I shudder. “Thank God it’s not Lily.”

He nods, but he’s distracted. “Well…I guess he’ll need a new assistant.”

“No, I won’t.”

He comes out of nowhere, arm around her, and though I’m not surprised, Elias starts.

“You’ll be giving me a heart attack, moving like that, kid.”

He’s laughing, patting Elias on the shoulder. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be louder next time.”

“That’s the only thing I miss from your wasted days…we could all hear you coming a mile away.”

Johnny rolls his eyes, but he’s smirking. “Thanks. Listen…we’re gonna duck out for a minute.”

“To go where?!”

“Nowhere dangerous, promise.” Y/N looks him straight in the face, and that calms him; he’s always trusted her when it comes to Johnny, though his eyes narrow a moment later.

“You’re not getting matching tattoos, are you?”

The look in both their eyes give them away; Elias is going red in the face, and honestly, it’s funny.

“It’s Christmas Eve, we’re in the snow, where are you even going to find someone at this hour?! If you make them visible, how will we explain it when you’re seen together working, it’s…”

“El, please…” Oh God. They look too amused; I’m worried. “Come on. Johnny has a million tattoos, what’s one more?”

“Plus, we’ll be getting them somewhere with restricted access.” He does something with his tongue that has me trying not to laugh - or gag - though Elias only goes redder.

“Not on your asses!”

They’re laughing as they leave, passing Adam and Janis out the door, gone, though Elias is still sputtering like their mad old grandpa…

“What is going on here?” Adam, as ever, is puzzled, staring after them…and their held hands.

“They’re going out to get matching tattoos! On Christmas Eve!”

The indignation. I can’t hold it any longer; I’m laughing as he goes on a tirade, completely unnecessary, part of his charm. One of my favorite things about him.

“Wow. Never thought I’d see that happen.”

“I did.” Janis pipes up.

“Of course, of course you did, my love. So perceptive.” She hits him for his sarcasm, and somehow, he’s chasing her around the house.

I turn to Elias. “Well.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know what to do with all these damn kids.”

“Wait til the rest get here.”

He side-eyes me. “You’re the Devil, woman.”

“Nah, I’ll help you with them.”

“Thank you.”

We go to the kitchen, get started on dinner…before long, Vivian’s mother is helping, and then so is Vic; the house is full, Johnny and Y/N get back from the tattoos they refuse to speak about or - much to Elias’ relief - show.

Eventually we all sit down to eat, and it feels strangely safe…a place I never expected to get, with all these people who have suddenly become a better family than the one I came from.

[lagtrovert]

wa alaikumussalam wa rahmathullahi wa barakathuhu!!! I'd hate to reply directly to your "ask" from earlier because I want it to always sit in my inbox like the treasure it is, for me to take a look whenever I'm feeling low. honestly, I'm so so grateful for your beautiful words, jazakAllahu khair from the bottom of my heart, my eyes are still watering at the thought. may Allah grant us both everything we pray for, ameen. Not only do your words reassure me, but they also tear down all the sadness which has been building inside me for a long time and I truly appreciate all the support. *hugging you back* may Allah compensate you for all the comfort you bring me, in both dunya and akhirah, ameen.

Ameen Ameen, wa iyyaki Ukhti <3 I don't know what to say, except that I'm glad I could/can give you some reassurance and comfort from I-don't-know-how-many miles away. And that I hope Allah will grant you every blessing you wish for me (doubled tenfold) + reunite us in Jannah, if not in this world!

[cruelsxmmcr]

♡ beach hut prompt 09: dylan michaels

what are you most looking forward to about reuniting with the other villa? what are you dreading the most?

“I can’t wait to see Callie and Romi and give them the biggest hug in the world. I miss them heaps. Honestly, I miss Naomi, too. That makes me a fucking idiot, doesn’t it? I’m dreading having to talk to her. I’ve been in a limbo stage for days because I’ve been unable to air it out with her, all the while trying to ignore it to focus on the present. Now that the time has come... yeah, I’m dreading it. It’s driving me a little insane actually. Who even knows what’ll happen anymore?”

if you were to stick, why would you? why would you consider switching?

“If I were to stick it’d be because my feelings for Naomi are still very much there and I can’t ignore them. This whole situation has so many ifs and questions that I don’t have the answers to till I talk to her, too and I’d wanna give us a chance to talk things through and figure it out properly. But at the same time, I’d consider switching because of these ifs and questions. I can’t ignore that Josh is there, too, like an annoying fly that just won’t stop buzzing, and that Naomi clearly still has feels for him and is probably taking me for granted after everything. She might even come back with someone. We all know she’s the center of attention wherever she goes. I don’t know, mate... it really can go either way.”

is there a bombshell that’s at the top of you ‘list’? who would you bring back?

“I mean, I don’t have a list anymore. It’s what yesterday was all about for me, wanting to figure out where my head was at with the girls I have been getting to know. I didn’t want to keep prolonging this, but at the same time, I wanted to give myself and them a fair shot at seeing if we can go anywhere. Having said that, if I were to bring anyone back, it’d be Adela. She’s really fun, cute and easy going, our conversations flow so well. I wish I had a little more time with her, honestly.”

if none of the bombshells could come back, who would you miss most?

“Uh, I’d miss them all honestly. They’re a great group of people. We got lucky. Adela, Mali, and Phoebe are great. I know yesterday I had to have a difficult conversation with Phoebe, particularly, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m glad to have met her and gotten to know her... even though things didn’t go the way she might’ve hoped. I gave us both a fair shot and I had to go with my heart, you know? I wasn’t dishonest about anything from the get go.��� A pause. “I’d miss Miles, too, he’s a really good bloke. I’m glad to have met him, even if he’s grafting my sister’s partner.” Tone is playful here.

what conversations do you need to have most when you reunite?

“Come on, mate, you already know. Obviously, the impending conversation with Naomi is at the top of my list. The sooner we talk, the better, of course to see where we’re going with this and air it all out. I’ve been waiting too long already. I’ve managed to distract myself for a good while here, but when I’m in my own head about this, it gets a little too much.”

what are you feeling about the decisions of the other islanders? who do you think has made the best connection?

“It’s been a crazy few days, huh?” He chuckles, but it’s not totally humorous. “I hate to say it, but Frankie and Miles seem to have developed something there. I’m betting everything she’s bringing him back. I feel so awful for Callie because I know how into Frankie she was... I just hope she cracked on during that time and met someone, too.” A pause. “Marcus and Val seem to have something good going since the first day at casa amor, but I don’t know if he’s battling his own thoughts when it comes to Romi, like I am with Naomi. It’s tricky. Josh fucking Mali on day one hours after he told me with his whole chest he wants to be good for Naomi is honestly the joke of the season. This is the guy Naomi still has feels for and wants to give another chance?” He rolls his eyes, scoffing. “Let’s see how he’ll get away with it this time.” Probably by downplaying, lying, and gaslighting, but Dylan doesn’t want to say it out loud.

[jeffdominguez]

GROWING UP IN THE ‘BURG Trade, Commerce, and Tradition on the Sacramento River

Probably the first thing a person has to figure out when he moves to Clarksburg (other than where he’s going to live) is where he’s going to buy his groceries. For a town with a population overestimated at 366, you’d think that a single general store would be more than enough to ensure that the cupboards of the local denizens were always well stocked. Still, Clarksburg inexplicably offered TWO options in the way of shopping: Lawlor’s Market and Holland Market.

Lawlor’s stood proudly at the top of the levee on South River Road, overlooking the Sacramento River to its front side and the gentle ‘burg to its back. To its north side, it hugged Netherlands Road, for all practical purposes Clarksburg’s main street. After all, both the library and the high school were located on that particular drag, along with the Community Church and the Delta triangle, an odd triangular patch of land formed naturally by Netherlands, Park Avenue, and North School Street. Lawlor’s was finished in bright white stucco and trimmed in dollar green, and it had two swinging front doors, not unlike classic saloon doors, save for the fact that Lawlor’s doors were full length, extending from the floor to top of the door frame.

Beyond that, I can’t tell you much about Lawlor’s, because we were a loyal Holland Market family, and honestly, I don’t believe I ever spent a single cent at Lawlor’s. Absolutely nothing against Stu Lawlor, its proud owner. His son, Stan, was a senior at Delta High school when I was a freshman. Both were exceedingly amiable and undeniably decent guys, but we shopped at Holland Market. As Tessio famously explains in The Godfather, it was nothing personal, just business.

At the base of the levee where Lawlor’s stood, just as Netherlands Road flattened out, there was Holland Market. If you had a decent arm, you could stand behind the phone booth on the side porch of Lawlor’s and hit Holland Market with a rock. Not that anyone would ever throw a rock at Holland Market, but the two stores were oddly situated close enough to one another to do so. Holland Market’s shopkeepers, George and Bud McDonald, were beloved and active community members of Clarksburg. In addition to his duties running the front of the store, George was also the Chief of the town’s Volunteer Fire Department. His brother, Bud, drove a bus for the high school and grammar school every day before the first bell rang and after the last, but his primary occupation was as the store’s butcher.

When you had trash you wanted to burn, you headed into Holland Market and took a peek over the doorway of the butcher shop in back, at a sign marked “BURN” on one side and “NO BURN” on the other. It hung by a string on a nail, and George flipped it to the appropriate side every day, depending on prevailing wind conditions, I suppose. My grandparents—who raised me from birth—planned most of our weekends around the burning of our garbage. We didn’t dare leave a trash pile smoldering unattended in order to go call on friends or relatives or enjoy a meal out at, say, Freeport Café or Alma’s in Walnut Grove.

In Clarksburg, homes such as ours, situated on the outskirts of town were spread far apart, because they sat on huge plots of farmland, and the municipality wasn’t large enough to employ a garbage truck and crew to perform curbside pickup. Eventually, Tammy Camarillo’s dad got the idea to buy a used garbage truck and give it a go as a private commercial trash collector. Despite being based in the town of Hood, a few miles down, and across, the river, his business took off quite nicely. It seemed that people were willing to pay a substantial fee for having their garbage whisked away, and Mr. Camarillo’s idea met with great success. He was able to establish a big enough empire for his daughters to fight bitterly over when he sadly passed many years later.

Decades after leaving Clarksburg to attend college and, eventually, work, in Sacramento, it occurred to me that it was an odd thing to have two general stores in such close proximity to one another in a small town, and I gave some thought to how their business was divided. The division was actually fairly obvious all along, though it was never stated out loud or overtly pointed out at the time. It was mainly the more affluent crowd in the community who frequented Lawlor’s, prosperous farmers and the families of wealthy businessmen who purchased homes in the country to get away from the traffic and bustle of city life in the state capital. Curiously, that particular class of folks was somehow predisposed to patronage at Lawlor’s, and it became a bit of a status symbol to confine your shopping to that particular general store.

Meanwhile, down the hill at Holland Market, the clientele was comprised of the common man, the employees of local ranches, manual laborers, migrant farmworkers, and families of more modest means. The market was finished in white lap siding with bright red trim, a somehow homier contrast to Lawlor’s elevation. George devoted himself to stocking shelves, ringing folks up at the cash register behind the front counter, greeting incoming customers. His brother, Bud, was the store butcher, and he kept the glass case in the back stocked with amazing cuts of beef and pork, thick chops and steaks, mounds of freshly ground beef, fat sausages that seemed on the verge of bursting through their casings. There was also a sandwich counter in the back, where you could order a salami, ham, or bologna sandwich with or without cheese.

The options for your sandwiches were not nearly as exhaustive as those of the modern-day supermarket deli departments, with your choice of bread, Dijon or honey mustard, banana peppers, pickles, olives, etc. The sandwiches at Holland Market were all made on regular Rainbow Bread loaf slices, with plain mustard and mayo—you didn’t even get to choose your type of cheese, just whether or not it was included—but they were somehow the best sandwiches I’ve ever eaten. Perhaps it was because they were heartily consumed after a morning of summer football practice or endless hours of horseplay in the pool down at the high school, but those sandwiches remain a cherished culinary memory of my youth.

I used to be able to go in back at Holland Market, order a sandwich, grab a Pop-O soda in the flavor of my choice (usually root beer or grape), a bag of chips, and a candy bar, and take my haul up to the front counter, where, after George tallied my total, I would say, “Put it on my tab, George!” At which point, he would pull out a small binder with alphabetized dividers from behind the counter, open it to the “D” section, and write my total down. I’d sign the new entry and be on my way.

Grandpa would head into the store at the end of every month and square my bill with George. At dinner on those nights, the topic would inevitably arise. “Hey,” Grandpa would say to me, “I paid your bill at George's today. It was twenty-three dollars! What are you eating, gold?!” Grandma would shush him, explaining that a growing boy needed his nutrition (soda pop and candy bars included, obviously). After all, they didn’t want me wandering around town hungry, a horrible feeling that, sadly, was no stranger to either of them when they were my age…

While Lawlor’s may have held the tactical advantage of location, Holland Market was a wonder of comprehensive inventory. The store was small in square footage compared to the supermarkets in town, but George somehow managed to stock anything anyone might possibly need. To this day, I don’t know how he did it. Sure there were sacks of flour, and butter, and milk, all the staples, but did they have baking powder? Of course they did. It might not have been Grandma’s preferred brand, Clabber Girl, but George always had a few cans of Calumet on the shelf. He always had, it seemed, a few cans of everything.

Stumping George became a bit of a game for us, and I was often sent to the market to retrieve the oddest items. Thumbtacks? George had them. Diced olives? No problem. Spray starch? Here’s a can! Dry yeast, clothespins, birthday candles… check, check, check. You could even buy a pack of four-ought fish hooks or a pair of pruning shears at Holland Market. Why drive all the way into town when George had everything you needed in the comfort of our home?

Every year, around late May or June, George would post a flyer on the big bulletin board on the front porch of his store, next to the ice case: entry forms for the annual 4th of July Parade, organized by the Clarksburg Volunteer Fire Department. Whichever of your friends happened to be with you when the forms were first noticed on the board, he would be your parade partner that particular year. We’d decorate our bicycles with red, white, and blue streamers, our skateboards, our go-carts, our dogs, and take our place in the lineup.

The streets comprising the only logical parade route in the neighborhood would be lined with locals ready to enjoy the spectacle. The turnout every year was overwhelming, with decorated tractors and combines, fancy hotrods, the local Boy Scout Troop 83, the Delta High School Marching Band—nearly as many participants in the parade as there were enthusiastic spectators lined along the streets of Clarksburg, waving flags, clapping, and whistling.

George led the procession each year in an old relic firetruck on a 1925 Model T frame, owned by the department. It was kept by his crew in auto show quality, all spit shiny red and brass, and George had a small hose hooked up to the tank in back with a hand trigger nozzle. His driver would weave from side to side of the street along the parade route, and George would throw candy to the crowd from the front passenger seat and squirt a lucky spectator here and there to the delight of those who managed to remain dry. Clarksburg being a small town, the parade route was not very long, and recognizing that everyone, spectators and participants alike, went through a lot of trouble to prepare for the event, once George completed the lap around the block, it was not uncommon for him to continue on a second, and sometimes third, lap, just in case anyone had missed anything the first time around.

One year, I noticed that my bicycle tire had somehow flattened along the route, so I simply peddled over to Updegraff’s Chevron station up on the levee road, aired up, and returned to my place in the lineup which had somehow managed to muddle through in my temporary absence. Following the proceedings, the entire town headed over to the Volunteer Fire Department, where the crew would pass out popsicles to anyone who wanted one, and the winners in the various categories among all the entrants would be announced. I never won a trophy, but, just being alive and involved in the festivities, sitting there on my decorated bike with my buddies, sucking on a two-stick double pop in the July heat, my dog, Henry, at my feet, made me feel like the luckiest kid in the world.

And, honestly, I was.

[spidernerdsblog]

Hey can u write abt yn meeting Tom's parents of its complicated

Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

It's Complicated (roommate au)

Meeting his parents

Pairing : Frat! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : none

“Y/N just relax.” Tom watched you chug down the whole glass of champagne which the flight attendant handed you a few seconds ago. You were doing fine when you boarded the jet at New York, then both of you made sure to get yourselves included in the mile high club as well but as the pilot had announced that you were half an hour away from landing at the private airport in London you were all nerves.

“I can't.” You said feeling all jittery.

“Why what's wrong?” 

“What's wrong? Tom, I thought you were business class rich, not a private jet kind of rich.” 

That made him laugh. “What difference does it make?” 

“A lot.” you looked at him incredulously. “You are like royalty having people at your beck and call to do all your work. And here I am, a nobody. Will your parents even accept me as your wife?” you sighed with remorse.

“Darling, I know you were the smartest in our class scoring straight As but I’ve to say sometimes you act silly which is totally cute by the way.” he snickered.

“Stop laughing Tom, it's not funny. I’m literally panicking over here and you’re sitting there enjoying.” you huffed annoyed. 

“Ok, ok I’m sorry, love.” he stood up and sat next to you. “You are so perfect you really have nothing to worry about honestly. It isn’t any kind of interview, I just want you to meet them.” he said. “You don’t know how excited they are, especially my mum the number of times she has called this whole week to know what you like and don’t like. If it were to her she would have us married by this weekend.” Tom chuckled and then touched your face gently looking into your eyes. “And I love you, that's all that matters.” He leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your lips and you were already feeling a lot less nervous.

After landing you went through security check in and then grabbed your luggage. At the exit a car was already waiting for you. A middle aged man stepped out of the driver's seat. He was very neatly dressed in a polo t-shirt and dark trousers as he walked towards you with a huge smile.

“Dad?”

“How are you son?”

“I’m good but you needn’t have to come to pick us up. Sanders could have done that.”

“Your mother’s strict orders I must go and welcome our future daughter-in-law myself. And you don’t say no to your wife Tom. This is the first most important lesson you need to know.” he said with a boisterous laugh.

“I’m Edward Holland.” he stuck out his hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N” you shook his hand meekly. “Nice to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” he said with a fatherly tone. “We can talk further on the way, let's get going or else we will be late for lunch.”

Once the bags were loaded you and Tom climbed on the back seat as his father pulled out the car from the parking lot and drove towards their mansion. The weather in London was cloudy with overcast skies and light drizzle. The city had a vintage vibe with all the Victorian architecture you noticed during the drive. A smile crept at the corner of Tom’s lips seeing you all mesmerised with his hometown. He laced his hands with your giving it a light squeeze. You turned to look at him. “This place is beautiful.” 

“I’m glad you liked it.” he said rubbing his thumb over your hand.

It was a two hour long drive to his childhood home, a huge mansion in the suburbs. As soon as you reached the front door it opened immediately revealing a red headed woman. It was Tom’s mom you recognized from the few video chats you had in the past.

“Tom!” she cried hugging her son tightly. “You finally found some time to visit your mother.”

“Mum… you know I’ve to handle the whole NY division of our company.”

“Ok, ok I understand.” she snickered. “It’s so good to see you.” 

Tom stepped back from her embrace and gestured towards you. “Mum, this is Y/N.”

“Ah it’s so nice to finally meet you in person.” she took both of your hands in hers smiling.

“Hello, Mrs. Holland.” you smiled widely in return.

“Oh please call me Iris.” she said. “I feel so old when people call me Mrs. Holland.” 

“Because you’re old, mum.” Tom teased.

Iris swatted her son on his arm playfully. “You’re a menace, you know that.”

“And yet you love me the most.” he said sweetly.

“Ok, ok now come inside. I’ve lots to catch up with Y/N.”

After Iris gave you a short tour of the house you were sitting in the main dining room around the large mahogany table enjoying your lunch which was delicious.

“Is the food to your liking Y/N.” Iris asked.

“Yes it’s truly delicious.” you replied.

“I hear you work in an IT firm.” Edward said.

“Yes, I head the software developing team.”

“That’s wonderful and what do your parents do?”

“Both my mom and dad are professors at Boston university.” you informed.

“Oh so you’ve an academic background that’s great!” he said with admiration.  “You see Tom’s grandfather started as a carpenter but then with little luck and a lot of hard work he expanded the business and now we’re a big name in the whole housing business.”

“That’s inspiring.” you said.

“So when are you planning to have the wedding?” Iris asked.

“We haven’t decided yet.” Tom answered.

“Then you should so that we can talk to Y/N’s parents.” she said excitedly. “I can’t wait to see my youngest son happily married.”

“Mum, just slow down, you're going to scare Y/N now.” Tom chuckled.

“Oh I’m so sorry I don’t mean to overwhelm you.” 

“It’s alright I understand your concern.” you smiled.

“I was always worried that my youngest son would never find love again but then one day he called and started talking about this lovely girl he met and wants to spend his life with her. I could feel the happiness in his voice the way he spoke about you.” her eyes were misty as she spoke. “And now that I’ve met I’m glad it’s you.”

“Thank you, you’re too kind.” you blushed.

“No need to thank me, just give me some grandkids to spoil and I’ll be happy.”

“Mum!” Tom screeched.

“What? You do have plans to have kids someday don’t you?” she looked at you both expectantly. Though you and Tom haven’t had any serious conversation about having kids but seeing Tom all flustered you knew he wanted them too.

“Umm yes but nothing in the immediate future.” you said coyly.

“That’s fine, take your time, there's no rush.” she said. “Tom was the chubbiest of my three sons with these round cheeks and head full of dark hair. I’m going to show you the photo album later.”

“Oh no…” Tom groaned.

You leaned towards him and whispered, smiling. “I really like your mom.”

(p.s - from now on I'll be trying to use original characters for Tom's family in all my original au's, though I might use the boys as face claims .)

[twinkleimagines]

*Let me please you *

You’re a virgin and Rafe wants to show you what it feels to have an orgasm without taking your virginity.

Warning ⚠️ smut and language

Not proofread

Rafe had always admired you. You guys were the same age, same schools but completely different clicks. your parents were rich yes, but you didn’t act anything like a kook. You were quiet, shy. Never once put a single bit of make up on.

You had a natural beauty that radiated off of you for miles. which was what first caught his eye. Rafe being the kook king though , so popular in the crowds, he never really gave you the time of day. yanno, reputation and all- not that you were seeking it out anyways.

You were definitely one of the girls that were considered nerdy. you spent most your time with your nose in your book or at home. you didn’t go to parties, you didn’t wear make up, you didn’t have a boyfriend and you really didn’t have friends. 

Believe it or not though Rafe had definitely noticed you multiple times throughout the years. You were one of those girls that when he looked at you, you just looked so innocent and pure which if we’re being honest that’s exactly what you were and something about that just had him hooked to you. You were always so distracted that you never even realized the Kook king Admiring you from afar.

But now it’s the summer after your senior year and Rafe himself couldn’t stay away from you. It all started one morning when you both ran into each other at a coffee shop where you accidentally spilled your drink on him.

And honestly if it were anyone else he would’ve flipped his shit, probably cuss you out and make a big scene but when he looked down to see you, you’re innocent big (y/c/e) eyes and your loose curls tucked behind your ear as you frantically apologized for ruining his shirt, something in him switched and all He wanted to do was just hug you and protect you from the world.

Which He had done that ever since. He spent a little while talking to you at the coffee shop and managed to get you outside of your comfort zone, only a few months later becoming official in a relationship. 

So now we are here today. At this point you and Rafe have been together almost 6 months now. You knew what type of guy he was but the way he was with you was like a whole different side of him and you had honestly fell in love with him. nobody realize how infatuated he really was with artistic stuff like you and how intelligent he really was when it came to business. It was always hidden behind his partying Ways and fighting that nobody really paid attention to him like you did.

 you laid with your back propped up against Rafes headboard with a book in your lap as you silently read through the pages when Rafe walked in, his eyes landing on you.

“What are you reading ?” he asked. you sighed before lifting the book up slightly so he could read the back not breaking your trance from the page. 

“Oh” he responded quietly before placing himself next to you in the bed. He sighed heavily as you felt his fingertips trail up your thigh, gently running up and down as he watched you intensely as your eyes scanned the words across each page. 

“You’re so beautiful” he spoke out grabbing your attention. You glanced at him through the corner of your eye before going back to your book replying with a soft ‘thank you’. Hey grinned before placing his lips against your arm that he once had his head laying on. you furrowed your eyebrows together as you tried to continue focusing on the story in you book, only having to go back over the same paragraph because you didn't pay attention the first time.

  you sat for a second trying to continue reading your book but at this point it was no use because of his actions and how much they were distracting you. You finally caved in and put your book down on the nightstand before turning to the side facing him, giving him a sly smile. He smiled at the invitation before he sat up and placed his lips against yours. they were soft and plum, the taste of peanuts from his snack earlier still lingering on his tongue. Your moaned softly against his lips as he pulled you closer to him by your hips. you felt his hand rolling closer to an area thats never been touched by him (or anyone) so you jumped slightly before pulling your lips away from his.

“im sorry” he quickly spoke out, pulling his hand away. “you okay?”

 Rafe knew that you were a virgin.  it was one of the things that he loved about you. It wasn’t a goal of his to take your virginity or anything but he did love the idea that he was going to get to be the one to show you all the pleasures and be your first with everything. He loved knowing how innocent and pure you were and it gave him all the more reason to be protective over you. 

“Yeah I’m okay” you responded pushing some of your hair behind your ear. 

He sat for a second looking at you. Even though his eyes were staring into yours, you could tell he was deep in thought.

“ I have an idea, if you’re up for it” he finally spoke out breaking the silence. you felt your heart flutter as you heard the words fall from his lips. your mind quickly began racing, thinking of all the possible things he would want to try at this moment, 

  you knew at one point in time Rafe would want to take things further. He defiantly had his fair share in women, and you were surprised he had lasted this long without trying to go further than just make out sessions with you. but by now you had fantasized on what it would be like to go further  with him as well. 

“ I know you want to save and wait on your virginity” he responded breaking your train of thought. “ but what if there’s other ways I can make you still feel good without going to that level?” he offered, his voice soft and gentle.

You bit your bottom lip with nervousness as his large but soft hand caressed your thigh, rubbing back and forth with comfort. The only thing you guys have ever done this whole time was kiss and grope each other. You’ve never even experience and orgasm. Not even by yourself. You sat and hesitated for a second, questioning yourself if you were ready to take things further.  you were almost 20 at this point and you were very happy with the Rafe, so much that you didn’t even see the possibility of you guys not being together. 

you finally nodded giving him approval. he smiled widely at you, satisfaction radiating through him knowing that he was finally going to be able to please you in some way . 

“What are you going to do?” you asked, your palms getting sweaty from nerves.  He shook his head before placing his hand on the side of your face, rubbing gently circles with his thumb.

“ I just want you to relax princess.”

Rafe placed his lips back against yours before hovering over you, causing you to lean back, your head landing on his pillow. .

he placed one of his legs in-between yours, Your eyes widening as you felt his knee press against you applying pressure. you moved your hips slightly, feeling your body crave for that feeling again.  You gasped slightly as you realized he had done it on purpose when his knee continued moving back-and-forth against you. Your mouth stood wide open as your eyes close feeling the movement from Rafe.

“does that feel good baby?” he questioned staring down at you as if if he was a painter and  you were his own painting.

You bit your lip before nodding slightly opening your eyes to make contact with his.

‘Here come here’ he said before removing himself from above you, propping himself up against the headboard. “Sit on my lap” he instructed. you hesitated for a second before obliging. He tugged on your pajama shorts pulling them against your heated core before pulling you up against his crotch by your hips. 

‘Just do like this princess” he insisted as he applied pressure against your bottom with his hand pulling you forward towards him. You grinded youirself against him until your hips were touching his before he pushed back against on you, making you slide back down. he watched your face for any type of expression before repeating the movements once again pulling you forward towards him. 

You felt uncomfortable at first, not so much that you weren’t enjoying it but just because you had never done anything like this before and you weren’t sure if you were making a fool of yourself or not. But the feeling you were getting felt so good that you didn’t want to stop regardless of how you looked so you continue moving your hips against him. At first your movements were slow- your hips grinding against his very prominent Boner in between your legs as you slid up and down it. 

 you mumbled a few ‘fuck’s and ‘God!’ out , as well as Rafe’s name as your thighs slightly trembling around him.. Rafe  Pulled your hair away from your face so he could watch you. your eyes squinted shut as your mouth gaped open, moans slipping out. It felt good to him as well even though he wasn't inside you, but just watching you unfold on top of him beat any orgasm he’s ever had. 

“feels good doesn’t it princess?” he groaned out as your movements against him began to speed up. 

“ yes Rafe” you moan out loudly. even though you took Rafe by surprise at your outburst, he almost came undone right then and there. He had never seen this side of you and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. 

“ it feels so good”  you breathed out, your arms placed over his shoulders as your hands tugged on his hair.  your hips were moving faster faster before soon started to feel this tingly feeling and the bottom of your stomach. it was definitely an unfamiliar feeling but it felt so amazing and it gave you a feeling of you needed to keep going as your climax was building up.

Rafe could tell you were getting close as your moans became uncontrollably consistent, and your body rocking against his became fast and rough, which Rafe was to just as close just by the feeling of you dry humping him and the sight of you. 

“Oh my God I think I’m cumming!” you cried out as you felt your clit throbbing. this unexplainable feeling rushed through your lower abdomen causing your hips to jolt forward a few times as you rode out your high. your hips finally came to a halt as you tried to catch your breath.  you laid your forehead against rafes before chuckling slightly, almost lost for words as to what you had just done.

“ Wow” was all you could say causing Rafe to laugh loudly while nodding.

“ I know princess, you're amazing” he praised. you shifted slightly against him before looking up in confusion as you still felt a hard Boner pressed against you. 

“wait, did you finish?” you asked.

Rafe shook his head no and you sat for a second with confusion. After the way he had just made you feel, you wanted to repay him by getting him off as well, but with you being so unexperienced you honestly had no clue what to do for him. 

“well what can I do?” you finally asked, pushing your curls behind your ear once again, another little thing you did that turned him on.

“You don’t have to do anything princess I was doing this for you” he said shaking his head. “ I wanted you to feel good.” you grinned shyly lowering your hand as you thought back to a few moments ago when you practically dry humped your boyfriend to an orgasm.

“Well I did feel good and I want to repay you, if you’ll let me” you offered with pleading eyes.

He sat for a second, this time him being the one to think it through. of course he wanted you to do stuff to him, but he didn't want to make you feel pressured. the thought of you wanting to please him willingly made his dick jump in his jeans. he finally looked you in the eyes, a nod following shortly after. 

“only if you want to princess” he responded. he waited patiently for you to assure him that you really wanted to do this before he pulled his long hard member out of his pants.

Throughout the 6 months that you have been together, this was the first time you had actually seen it. Not that Rafe was hiding himself, but he just felt it was best for when you were actually ready. you have felt it of course but seeing that now, you were flabbergasted.

“You’re huge rafe” you blurted out with your eyes wide. He laughed at your cuteness from the outburst that had caused your cheeks to turn cherry red. “Come here” he spoke softly, his hand grabbing ahold of yours.

“ I’ll show you what you can do” he said before placing your hand around his member,  his hand helping guide yours along his cock

“. Does it feel good?” you asked, your eyes focused very intensely on his expressions, needing clarification since you hadn't a clue what to do.  Rafe nodded while leaning his head back some, his eyes lowering.

“ yes princess” he said, his voice soft and comforting. He’s had plenty of hand jobs before, but it was different when it was yours. He  just had so much love for you at this point. You were the first girl he had ever spent time with and was in a relationship with that didn't include sex, which made you bond even more. The love he had for you was like no other, and so was the feeling of your hand around him right now. 

You bit your lip as you continued to pump your hand around him, squeezing slightly and twisting your hands in circles. Even though you had never watched porn or you had never personally done any of this yourself, you had read a lot of books that would sometimes go in detail into their sex scenes. You tried basing it off of what you had read, and by reading Rafe’s face, it was clear he was enjoying it.

You ran your thumb over his tip causing him to twitching your hands leaving a smirk on your face as you watched his breath hitch in the back of his throat>

“You’re doing so good princess” he praised. you sat for a second as you hesitated your next move before finally just lowering your head, wrapping your lips around him.  at this point Rafe was in complete shock seeing you build the confidence to please him the way you were. You were doing so good even though you had no prior experience.

“ princess your mouth feels so good” he groaned out, his voice deep and low. Your moaned slightly as you felt his fingers run through your hair pushing down slightly.

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous before but now that you were actually doing it and watching how much you were pleasing Rafe turned you on more than you have ever been in your entire life and you didn’t want to stop.  you continue bobbing your head up and down, your hand following in the same motion as Rafe continued to moan and praise you for your actions.

"baby I’m gonna to cum”  he breathe out his hips slightly bucking up into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. you gagged slightly, your throat clenching aorund him.

“Fuck baby girl” he groaned out as his member started to twitch. you could feel him tugging on your hair trying to pull your head up but with all the confidence you had and the adrenaline, you kept your head lowered down on him. your lips were almost touching his pelvic bone, his tip deep in the back of your throat. you held your breath as you tried not to gag but the clenching from your throat immediately set Rafe’s orgasm off, his warm load shooting down the back of your throat. your eyes widened for a second as you tasted a thick warm salty substance fill in your mouth. Rafe bucked his hips in your mouth a few more times before his hips came to a complete stop. You lifted your head up slowly ,  your mind racing about what you had just done as Rafe watched you, making sure you were okay with what had just happened.

 his member immediately got hard again when you looked up at him through your eyelashes, slowly wiping the side of your mouth off from the saliva that was placed on the side of your lips.

“ God princess you’re just so perfect.” Rafe said. He stared at you and thought about all the other things he wanted to do to you. he wanted to taste you and feel himself inside you but it was much more satisfying to him knowing that you willingly wanted to do these things with him and he that didn’t force you to do anything. Knowing that you waited all these years and he got to be the one to finally let you experience it was the biggest flex he had on himself. It brought a warm feeling in his heart. 

“Did you like it?” he asked after he cleaned himself off placing his member back in his pants. You nodded before looking down with a shy smile as your cheeks turning cherry red.

“ I did I really did” you responded before laying yourself down next to him, placing your head on his chest.

“ maybe we can even do some more later tonight”  you offered causing a big grin to form across his face.

****

Maybe part 2???

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[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Hestia

This is another eternally virgin goddess, so we're doing another pseudo-demigod by adoption (like we did with Athena).

Demigod MC: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia

Hestia is the goddess of the Hearth, Home, Architecture, Domesticity, Family, and the State. She's high up there (firstborn of Rhea and Cronus), but several factors have led to her falling into the background when compared to the other (flashier) Olympians. She swore to never marry, rejecting proposals from both Poseidon and Apollo, and is something of an antithesis to Aphrodite.

Lucifer

Honestly? He thought they were exactly what they were after. A weak human with no experience in the magical world what-so-ever.

Well… He was half-right.

On the surface, this is a pretty weak human. They don't have super flashy powers or a divine birth from the gods… but they do have a very protective adoptive mother.

The brothers had just settled in for their first dinner with the new human when the goddess herself strolled into their dining room, asked who was in charge, then dragged Lucifer away by the ear!

She's not even his mother, yet he felt the intense urge to apologize and put himself in his own room… Oh, the humiliation… at least she did the same to Diavolo…

The Prince was only able to calm her down by promising absolutely NO harm would come to her child… on their heads...

By the time the goddess finally let him go, Lucifer was about ready to shackle the MC to his wrist so nothing could touch them but he settled on keeping them with him like an assistant of sorts. They were in charge of helping him with the paperwork so he could keep an eye on them. 

What he didn’t expect was for them to be so… good at it? They could keep his offices clean, they managed his daily schedule, fixed up the House, and still have time to bring him tea and sweets every night!

They could even reign in his brothers somehow… They weren't strong or intimidating, but one or two mildly unhappy words out of them and everybody would be on their best behavior.

Was everyone positive they're only human...?

As much as he hated to admit, he may have a slight deep case of falling for the housekeeper… He would make a move, but well…

He has Beel to contend with first.

Mammon

Okay so, watching Lucifer get dragged out by the ear just like Raphael used to do to him was hilarious!!! The whole room got a good laugh! 🤣

Until Hestia glared at them and suddenly they all felt like they'd disappointed someone important….

And all that fuss over some dumb human??

So what if they made amazing food?

So what if they could clean the entire mansion in a day?

So what if they were the walking equivalent to a warm cup of cocoa on a winter's day??

So what if they were just the kindest, sweetest thing in this godforsaken hellscape and he would throw himself in front of a bus to keep them safe-

-Wait, when did that happen?!?

Seriously, Mammon's attachment to the MC came out of NOWHERE to him. One day, he was threatening to eat their soul and the next he's freaking out when they stub their toe!

He swears they have to have some kind of magic about them! A charm, or a spell, or… their lovable smile and warm, loving hugs...! 😊

Damnit!! They're too cute!! He needs them to go away but also never leave, thanks. 😒

In all seriousness, though their kind nature puts Mammon's tsundere self at a bit of a disadvantage, his protective instincts shoot through the roof whenever they're involved.

Naturally, that means his day is spent running them away from hungry lesser demons or shielding them from Beel and Lucifer's tug-of-war matches… He's a busy guy these days. 😖

Leviathan 

They're so… so… MOE!!!

That was his immediate thought when Mammon brought them home. He was expecting a defenseless human, but not one that could have stepped out of one of his slice-of-life manga!

To be honest, his instant thought was try and find a place to sit them on his shelves with the rest of the adorable characters he loves… 😅

And that was before they even opened their mouth! Five words into their introduction and he was ready to get their face on a t-shirt!!

Honestly, combine their natural cuteness with their household skills and they made for perfect waifu/husbando material… 

Not helped by the fact they found one of his maid/butler outfits while doing the laundry one day. Not only did they ask if they could wear it, they actually non-ironically liked it and started wearing it around the House!!

Oh he got cornered by Beel, Lucifer, and Mammon separately that day because they thought he was using them for fetish fuel… But it was their idea, he swears!!

I mean… He didn't discourage them or anything either but still…

If Beel hadn't claimed them on Day One, Levi might have eventually thrown his hat in the ring too... Oh well… he can pine from a distance… What else is new? 😔

Satan

He has a video of Hestia dragging Lucifer out of the dining room on his phone and it's one of his most treasured possessions now. 😌

He is perhaps the only person in the House who was not at all impressed with their little human.

So they could cook? So could he. So they can clean? That's not impressive. They could manage a household? Big deal, he's more or less been in charge of the same thing for centuries!

As far as he saw it, there was nothing the MC could do that he couldn't do as proficiently or even better. There was nothing remarkable about this human at all!

… except for one thing.

That maid/butler outfit of Levi's? The one they like to wear around?

It has cat accessories…

Either they don't notice or they don't mind it but they essentially walk around the House cleaning things with little kitty ears attached to their head and a bell on their collar…

Dammit… Why did Levi even buy that?!?

Satan ended up getting in trouble for enchanting their outfit to give them REAL ears and a tail "accidentally..." Lucifer strung him up by his toes, Beel gave him a black-eye, and Mammon still calls him a "perverted cat freak" but it was worth it, he says, worth it!!

Asmodeus 

Oh Beel…

Asmo saw Beel's feelings for the MC coming from a mile away. He didn't even need to confirm it with a sniff check, he had them scented by the end of their first night!

Lucifer, on the other hand, now that was a surprise... 😏

Ask him a century ago if Lucifer would ever consider a human lover, godly mother or no, and he'd have laughed! Yet here he is, giving gifts and sneaking whiffs of their adorable new housemate!

Of course, that's causing some commotion because they're pitted against each other, but Asmo finds it kind of cute honestly. 

Beel and Lucifer aren't fighting, not for real. The whole house knows Lucifer would win in a real brawl, but neither of them actually want to hurt the other… They're far too close for that.

So Beel tosses Lucifer around with kid gloves and Lucifer holds back considerably against Beel. It's pretty much just two brothers who love each other squabbling over the same toy… 🤭

Honestly, Lucifer might have bowed out by now and just let Beel have them but now his pride's on the line… thus an endless tussle between family and the sweet MC is in the middle, clueless to it all!

Tragic, is it not? But it certainly makes things more entertaining around here! (Good thing too since Beel beat him to the punch… If it's a fight against those two, he'll have to keep any of his own affairs with the MC under the radar... 😏)

Beelzebub 

He has claimed this one. Full stop.

For a bit of perspective: when Barbatos needs cooking tips, he calls Hestia. Hestia, the Divine Master of All Things Cooking. Hestia, the goddess who raised this MC… 

Needless to say if they have any magic at all, it's in the kitchen.

If food is the way to Beel's heart, this MC has claimed his heart, soul, and probably all of his vital organs. Their food is astounding!! Always perfect every time and so good it brings him to tears!

It started the night of that first dinner, prepared by MC. He was too busy scarfing down the table to even notice a goddess showed up and then he proposed to the MC with their own pig roast by meal's end!

They said no to marriage, but an instant pact agreement suited him just fine.

Beel didn't waste a single moment before he started treating them like a potential mate, territorial aggression and all, but there was a bit of a catch… He kept the MC totally oblivious to it.

Surprisingly, Beel's can turn the "They're MINE" part of his brain on and off pretty well. He's nothing but sweet and cuddly to the MC when they're around and even with his brothers!... as long as they don't try anything.

The moment he caught whiff that Lucifer might be pursuing them too, it was on. Suddenly the two brothers who almost never fight were in competition against each other! But of course, both have an unspoken rule to never do so in front of MC.

And now poor MC believes it's common for demons to "play wrestle" like puppies and hugs are traditionally supposed to be so hard they could snap spines… 

And it doesn’t look like they'll be backing down any time soon… Oh dear...

Belphegor 

You know what? For once, everything goes exactly to plan for Belphie!

No really, this MC has no hidden powers, no magic horses, not even Demon Nip. They are a helpless, trusting little human who just wants to help their big teddy bear get his twin back!

So, you know how it goes. The charm, the lies, the treachery and all of that. He even gets to kill them!! Oh, happy days!! 😁

Come to think of it, they did smell an awful lot like Beel… But who cares, as long as Lucifer suffers right?? And this whole "living together in harmony" crap fails, right?!

Wrong. 

Beel went ballistic. Lucifer did too, but Beel was what really hurt…

Belphie can safely say that in all of his life, Beel has never physically attacked him. Not once, or at least, not with intent to kill… 

But when the sixthborn's fist went crashing through the wall right by his ear that day, he knew his brother's first instinct was to aim for his head… and his second was to miss, as he still loved him, but only by just a little.

What the hell did he just do??

Thank their father for Barbatos and all the funky time stuff he can do because bringing the MC "back" snapped his angry brothers right out of it. 

Things should have been smoothed over at that point but as everyone was finally settling down for tea, Hestia made another appearance in the House… this time carrying a butcher's knife!

Time fix or no, Diavolo had promised her no harm would come to MC and at least one continuity of them DIED… so punishment was now on Lucifer and the Demon Prince himself!

Belphie, in a rare case of guilt and an expression of brotherly love, offered to take their place since it WAS kind of all his fault. His gesture softened the Goddess of Family juuust enough to lighten his sentence from execution to hard labor.

And thus, the MC had their own housekeeping assistant for a whole year, complete with bitter reluctance and a matching maid outfit! Cat-theme and all!!

He's sending nightmares to anybody who laughs… guaranteed. 😒

[snelbz]

Life As We Know It {Chapter 23}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara’s blogs! >> @tacmc.​

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Nesta was torn.

Half of her thought that Cassian was overreacting, but the other half of her thought that his anger and frustration was perfectly justified.

What exactly were they getting into? And, was it what was best for Nyx? Yeah, the last month had been great, but if it didn’t work out, what would that mean for him? Would it be better if she and Cassian had simply remained two friends, co-parenting under one roof?

Nesta’s heart began to beat a little faster.

She felt like she was going into a panic attack.

Cassian and Nyx had been gone for an hour, and every second that passed became more and more unbearable.

She needed him to be there.

She needed to figure this out.

She just didn’t know what the answer was.

Alis had gotten into her head, there was no doubt about that. A little over an hour ago, she was living in a dream, then Alis came in, out of nowhere, and brought her back to reality.

She was sitting on the couch, almost exactly where he’d left her, when he finally returned. He was covered in sweat, his t-shirt sticking to him. Nyx was having a conversation with him, more to himself though, since it didn’t seem like Cassian was even close to paying attention to him. But his eyes went directly to Nesta as soon as he walked in.

She’d changed. She no longer wore his t-shirt, instead in a loose shirt of her own and a pair of jeans, and her hair was loose and wet around her face. As if she’d need to shower their night together, shower him off of her. Not a shred of that beautiful skin was showing, not like she’d been doing lately. Leggings and shorts and tank tops. She’d been comfortable around him.

With a scoff, Cassian set Nyx down on the floor. He headed for the stairs, but Nesta stood, nearly toppling the cup of coffee she’d been clutching over as she set it on the coffee table. “Cassian, we need to talk about this.”

He paused, waving a hand towards her. “What for? It looks like you’ve already made your decision.”

“I need you to calm down,” she said, steadily. “I need you to think logically.”

Cassian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I need you to tell me.”

Nesta hesitated. “Tell you what?”

“If this is something you want to pursue or if I just wasted the last couple months falling in love with you,” he finished.

His voice may have lacked emotion, but Nesta felt every word like a stab in the chest. Falling in love with you. Those were the words she was going to tell him today, under much different circumstances.

Now, she didn’t know what to think.

Now, she was overwhelmed.

Now, all of her thoughts were rushing toward the same spot in the middle of her skull at a thousand miles an hour, and when they got there, her head would explode.

“It’s not that easy,” she said, and her voice cracked.

“But it should be,” Cassian said. “If you feel the way that I do, it should be that easy.”

“We have to think of Nyx,” she breathed.

“I am thinking of Nyx,” he said, struggling to keep his voice low. At the sound of his name, the baby turned to look at him. “I want him to grow up in a happy home, seeing two people who love each other, and damn it if that isn’t how it’s been for the past few weeks.”

“It’s not that simple,” Nesta said, shaking her head. “What happens if we break up? What happens if we get in a fight or something happens to one of us? What then?”

He had strode down the stairs and was in front of her before he could stop himself. He framed her face in his hands, like he had so many times the past month, to kiss her, to make love to her, to show her how he cared for her. “Why are you worrying about the what if’s? Why are you worrying about what could go wrong, rather than how right everything has been?”

Because everything goes wrong eventually. The only reason we’re together is because we were shoved into this house after the worst thing imaginable happened. They died. We took over. What right do we have to be happy?

The words flooded her mind, but stilled on her tongue.

Nesta didn’t push him away. She wanted to reach up on her toes and kiss him, softly, but she didn’t.

Instead, she met his gaze. “Cass,” she breathed.

The pain in his eyes nearly shattered her heart into a million pieces.

Nyx had walked up to them and was hugging Nesta’s leg, as if he knew that she needed the comfort.

“Dont say my name like that,” he whispered.

Nesta slowly shook her head. “I just think this has all happened too quickly. We haven’t been thinking, we’ve just been acting-.”

“You’re pushing me away,” Cassian interrupted, swallowing harshly. “Damn it, Nesta.”

“You don’t understand,” she pleaded.

“Because you’re not making sense,” he argued. “Things have been perfect—”

“They’re dead!” She cried, pulling from his grip, scooping Nyx up. “Things have been far from perfect. We’re only like this now because Rhys and Feyre are dead.”

The words seemed to freeze something inside of Cassian and he stepped back as well. “So what? We go back to how we used to be? I’m back in the guest room and we awkwardly exchange good mornings over breakfast?”

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of him, the scent of him, everything. “I don’t know, Cassian, I don’t—.” She took a shuddering breath, her arms wrapping tighter around Nyx. “I just need some time to think, to breathe…”

When she looked back up at him, his jaw was set and he was slowly nodding. “Fine. Take your time.”

And then he was moving, back up the stairs before Nesta could even ask what he was doing.

A few minutes later, he was back with a duffle bag in his hands.

“Wh—what are you doing?”

“Giving you space,” he said, refusing to meet her gaze.

Nesta opened her mouth but nothing came out. She was frozen where she stood, her feet stuck to the floor, her mouth hanging open, that panic rising from the pit of her stomach into her heart, which was beating far too quickly.

Cassian kissed Nyx on the forehead as he passed, but paid Nesta no mind as he went for the door.

“Cassian!” She called, at last.

Cassian stopped just in front of the door, keeping his back to her, one hand on the doorknob.

“You're just going to leave?” She asked, quietly, bouncing a sleepy Nyx on her hip. “Just like that?”

Cassian didn’t turn around. “Are you going to ask me to stay?”

Yes. No. I don’t know. Nesta said nothing.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he grumbled, exhaustion lacing his tone. “Maybe I need time to think, too.”

He opened the door and shut it softly behind him.

*

He didn’t know where else to go. He didn’t have anywhere else to go.

He knew where he wanted to be, but right now…

He couldn’t look at her.

It didn’t escape him that when he’d told her he’d fallen in love with her, she didn’t say it back. He couldn’t even act like he hadn’t seen her eyes flare in panic. So he couldn’t stay there. Couldn’t go back to sleeping in that guest room, not when he’d become so used to sleeping with her in his arms every night.

So Cassian had ended up here, knocking on his brother’s door, thankful that his car had been parked in the driveway when he pulled up.

He needed a drink. He needed someone to tell him he was being an asshole. He needed someone to listen while he vented and bitched. He knew Azriel would do all that for him.

When he answered the door, Seph was in his arms, pulling on his bottom lip. She smiled when she saw Cassian, but Azriel’s surprised smile quickly faded.

“Do I want to know?” He asked, looking at the duffel bag tossed over Cassian’s shoulder.

Cassian sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

Azriel stared at him for a second before stepping aside and letting Cassian pass.

“Are we talking about this now or later?” Azriel asked, shutting the door behind them.

“Beer?” Cassian asked, dropping his bag beside the couch.

“Fridge,” Azriel said, slowly, watching him.

Cassian made his way to the kitchen and threw open the refrigerator door, grabbing a cold bottle and chugging its contents.

Azriel followed, leaning against the countertop and Seph continued to play with his lips.

“Where’s Elain?” Cassian asked, tossing the empty bottle into the trash and getting another.

“Work,” Azriel said, sighing. “So, if this involves smack talking Nesta, you may want to get it out now.”

He shook his head. He didn’t want to do that, barely wanted to think about her. But he owed Azriel at least some explanation.

“The social worker stopped by this morning,” he sighed, leaning back against the counter and opening the beer. “And honestly, yeah, it was unexpected, but I figured it’d be fine. Last time, Nes was drunk off her ass, but we— I figured, since we were more of a family this time, things would be great.”

Azriel blinked. “They’re not taking Nyx, are they?”

Another shake of his head. “No, gods, no. They— She could tell he was in good hands, but she immediately picked up on Nesta and I. What we’ve…become.”

It seemed, just like Cassian, Azriel didn’t see it as a problem. He wasn’t following. “And?”

“And Nyx was hungry so I left the social worker and Nesta alone to get him breakfast. I came back and she’s gone and Nesta is second-guessing our relationship. She asked if I’m just fucking her out of convenience.”

The thought made him sick to his stomach, almost as badly as it hurt his heart.

“And you replied with…” Azriel began, trailing off, waiting for Cassian to finish the sentence.

“I went for a jog,” Cassian said, shrugging.

“So you ran away?” Azriel pushed.

Cassian shot him a look. “No. I went for a jog.”

Azriel sighed. “And when you came back?”

“She said she needed space,” Cassian said, emptying his bottle.

Azriel set Seph on the floor with a plastic spatula, which she instantly start banging on the cabinets. “And that’s when you ran away?”

“I didn’t run,” Cassian snapped. “I gave her what she wanted. I gave her space.”

Azriel slowly shook his head. “Did you even try to talk things out?”

“Yes,” Cassian said, the word clipped. “Told her I was falling in love with her, and guess how she replied?”

Azriel watched his brother.

“Didn’t say a fucking word,” Cassian finished.

When Azriel didn’t speak, he walked back to the trash can, dropping the bottle inside.

“Quit looking at me like I’m the bad guy here,” he said, unable to turn around and look his brother in the eye. “She was ending it. She was calling things off and I’m supposed to, what? Just keep living there like we were before? Pretend nothing has changed?” He swallowed hard, willing the damn tears clouding his vision to fade. They wouldn’t. “She didn’t even ask me to stay.”

Azriel sighed, opening a cabinet beside the fridge that Seph couldn’t reach. He produced a bottle of whiskey and set it on the counter. “I can’t drink until Elain gets home. And I absolutely think you need to talk to Nesta, but I think you’re right. You need to stay here tonight. Give her space.”

Cassian blinked, and a tear that was holding on slid free, down his cheek. He angrily wiped it away. He felt ridiculous, but it had been a long time since he had told a woman that he loved her. He’d never said it in his adulthood. A couple times in his teens, before he knew what the word really meant, but never as an adult.

He’d said it.

He’d meant it.

And she hadn’t felt the same.

Cassian nodded and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

*

Nesta stared at Cassian’s contact on her phone screen.

She wanted to press the call button, but didn’t.

She did open a blank text a few times, but couldn’t type anything.

She didn’t know what to think, didn’t know what to do.

She knew what she wanted.

She wanted Cassian.

But, she didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

She had never been one who was dependent on a man, had spent most of her twenties single and having no problem with it. But suddenly, she couldn’t imagine her day to day life without Cassian in it. And that terrified her.

She heard murmuring on the baby monitor sitting next to her on the side table and glanced over to see Nyx sitting up in his crib.

It had been nearly three hours since Cassian left, and aside from putting Nyx down for a nap, Nesta had barely moved. She still sat in the same spot on the couch she’d been in when the social worker had shown up and when she’d ignored that Cassian had said that he loved her.

The words should have filled her with joy and she should have screamed from the rooftops that she loved him, too. Instead she locked up and thought she was going to be sick.

What was wrong with her?

Wiping away the tears she didn’t even realize had fallen, Nesta hurried up the stairs, and into Nyx’s nursery. He reached for her the moment he saw her, his own big, blue eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“What’s wrong, bubba?” She cooed, resting his head against her shoulder.

After a deep sigh, he looked up at her and reached for a tear that had fallen down her cheek. His lip began to wobble.

“I’m okay,” Nesta promised, even though her voice cracked and those tears continued. “I’m okay, buddy, I promise.”

Nyx knew, though.

He knew something wasn’t right.

He knew Cassian was gone.

He knew Nesta was heartbroken.

Little did he know that her heartbreak was self-inflicted.

Nyx laid his head back on her shoulder and clung to her. He stayed like that as she walked back downstairs and sat back in her spot on the couch.

He held onto her, looking around the room. She knew he was looking for him and was about to tell him he wasn’t here when he spoke. The word wasn’t a mash up of noises like it had always been. No, it was a true and steady word. His first word.

“Dada?”

Nesta froze. She didn’t even know what to say. Should she tell him Cassian wasn’t his father? He probably wouldn’t even understand, just like he didn’t understand where Rhys and Feyre had gone.

But…for all intents and purposes, Cassian was his daddy now. And she was his mama.

So she pressed a kiss to his dark hair and whispered. “He had to leave, baby. He had to go for a little while.”

Nesta hoped and prayed that Cassian would walk back through that door, and yet, she couldn’t muster the courage to ask him to.

That night, instead of Cassian taking up the spot next to her, it was Nyx, who held her hand until they both fell asleep.

[nyanykamito]

Siren Precure movie “Blue Wave”

Notes: ( “words”) Represents characters thoughts.  Here’s a short snippet I wrote for Siren Precure Movie Blue Wave. Siren Precure belongs to @aceaeite​  

Summary: Umiko, Maylee and Chinami are going to Sea salt cove resort for summer break through their school, but their fun summer begins to unravel as strange events begin to happen at the resort. New enemies begin to emerge just from beneath the surface of the once calm waters. But to match new allies come to the teams aid. Can the Precure Squad pull through or will they be washed away in riptides of evil? 

Kaigan Island International Airport

Over the intercom a woman's voice is heard as she gives out instructions to the airport's residents.

Heavy foot traffic litters the building as people are coming and going followed by luggage of all shapes and sizes. But the sun's warm and the ocean's scent flows freely around a small group of young heroine's. Known as Siren Precure Squad!

"So you guys made sure you packed everything you need? You're not forgetting anything?"

"yeah yeah, sure sure. We've gone over our things a ton of times Marina, I'm sure we'll be fine." Maylee replies back.

Chinami chimes in. "Agreed, we've been excited for this trip for weeks now. Some of us packed our bags far in advance. So you don't have to worry too much Marina."

Marina sighs and a slight blush brushes her cheeks. "I'm not worrying I just want to make sure you all are prepared, I won't be there and you will all be miles from home…."

"awww! That's so cute! You care so much!" Maylee goes to hug Marina while Chinami chuckles a bit. 

"But honestly, we'll be fine. We'll only be gone for a few weeks, and if we need anything we'll call. I'm honestly more worried about what will you do without us?"

"Trust I'll be plenty busy with the affairs of the underwater kingdom."

" We'll make sure the girls will be fine and be sure to check in from time to time. Plus we will be with them."

"Right, thanks Lele."

"It is a shame though that you can't join us, this could have been like a team vacation slash bonding time. Especially with everything that's happened. We could all use a break, especially you."

"Right?! It feels like it's been fight after fight! I'm still exhausted. My cuteness was starting to run out."

"Agreed, but...as of recently it's been quiet and while it's a nice breather we shouldn't relax completely. You never know what could be lurking just beneath the dark waters."

The girls nod in unison.

"wait.... where's Umiko?"

The girls all look about until one of them spots her in the distance standing with another girl.

"oh I see her! Wait... Oo~ohh she's with Haru-chan. How cute. hehe"

"That's right our two schools will be going to the resort together, what are the odds."

"yeah, must be one of those strange coincidence or the writers just wanted to give the story more plot."

"what??"

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Two girls chat casually as a soft and sweet atmosphere sits around them. Both hearts sing of the sea and goodwill, but especially from one innocent heart in particular.

"I can't wait to see what all they have planned at the Sea salt Cove Resort. It'll be a great way to break in summer break, I'll have to be sure to take lots of pictures. That's the one thing my parents requested that I do. And hopefully we'll see some new kinds of sea life."

"Same, I've been counting down the days for this trip. I heard they have one of the biggest underwater aquariums in the world. And I really want to see the rainbow coral reef."

"well hopefully we'll be able to see some of that stuff together, since both of our schools are going at the same time. I'll be sure to take pictures so we have stuff to look back on..... Actually let me double check that I have it." Haru begins rummage through their bag leaving a blushing and highly excited Umiko's mind to wander.

("I hope so too, that's one of the main reasons I was excited to come. I'll be able to spend some time with Haru-chan.") 

Umiko glances at Haru who's still rummaging through their bag looking for their camera. She chuckles and offers to help them look.

A young boy approaches the two."Haru? What are you doing?"

"I'm looking through my bag, for my camera."

"....you don't remember that you had asked me to hold on to it?"

"......oh yeah."

Umiko giggles and Haru scratches their head in embarrassment. "Maybe I didn't get a lot of sleep last night?"

"it's always possible. I'm hoping this trip will be good for you, you're always running about. Maybe it'll slow you down, we came here to relax and enjoy our summer. So I'm going to hold you to it." Sebastian turns to Umiko. "Can I count on you too?"

"M-me?"

"yeah. As you know Haru has a horrible condition called I can't sit still for nothing. At first it starts off as I need to clean my mess, then I need to clean under and around. To then everything is a mess and I must clean this whole place. Before you know it Haru is trying to do it all. And this condition is not solely cleaning, it's any work that needs to be done. Sadly this sickness isn't curable, but it can be medicated by supportive friends keeping Haru from doing work during our time at the resort. So with all that can I count on you Umiko?"

"yes! You can count on me, I won't allow this dreaded sickness to hurt Haru-chan!"

"... Sebastian....look what you've started..."

"Whelp looks like it's our time, better saddle up."

"yeap! Oh we should take a picture, Umiko do you want to be in the picture?"

"y-yeah!" ("I'm gonna get a picture with Haru!!")

Over the intercom of the airport a woman's voice is heard again. "All those boarding for Sasura Island please go to your gate. I repeat all those boarding for Sasura Island go to your gate."

(" It's my time to shine as Haru's wingman!") "Hey uh let me help take the picture, I'm pretty good with a camera."

"You sure you don't wanna be in it Sebastian?"

"Yeah dude, I'm sure. I'm kinda picture shy, but I know you two aren't." Sebastian readies the camera to take the picture of Haru and Umiko. "Aaa~aand say cheese!"

Just then Maylee, Chinami and the fairies come in tripping and partially ruining the picture.

"Ouch...you alright Umiko?"

"y-yeah, I'm alright. How about you?"

"just fine! Hopefully nobody got hurt…"

"Sorry about that guys, ehehe."

"haaaa.... Potential waisted.. oh well they'll be other opportunities to snag photos"

Marina comes running up to the group. "You guys better hurry or you'll miss your flight ."

"oh no!"

The group collectively grabs their things and runs for their gate. Waving goodbye to Marina as they quickly board their plane seconds before it closes. Grabbing their seats the group sits close together on the plane. 

They watch from the windows as their home island grows smaller and smaller as it gets swallowed in the open sea of blue.

"I can't wait to get there! I hope the shopping at the mall is as nice as people say it is!"

"Right! This is gonna be so fun! And maybe Umiko can have some time with haru. Hehehe. "

"Th-that would be nice." ("I just hope that this time we can relax and enjoy our summer without anything bad happening. Hmm.... Next stop Sea salt Cove resort!")

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Sasura Island, Ballad Estate

A soft Melody is being played in a grand yet empty ballroom. The melody is somber and lonely, the notes are light but the emotions are heavy.

A young girl playing the melody sits upright as her fingers seem to waltz across the piano keys. As she presses down on the last key the song comes to an end.

"That was amazing Allorian! But the melody, it was kinda sad... You okay?"

Allorian places her hand gently on Fufu's head, "I...I had another dream last, about that girl. But the outcome..it was still the same. How can I help if I don't know what or how to help them?"

"Hey! Cheer up, what I believe is that these dreams are warnings. But if you're getting warnings it means you can change the course of these events. And that also means what is going to happen hasn't happened yet. So we have time. Okay?"

"Yeah. Sorry I haven't been getting much sleep, those dreams have been haunting me this month. Made me feel pretty useless."

"Well you're not! And I know when you need your power most, that's when it will appear."

"Right. Hopefully… one day soon..."

"Come on! Let's go to the underwater aquarium, I wanna see a shark!" 

To be continued.....

Allorian and Fufu 2.0 yay!! 

Really love their new looks, I liked Allorian short hair siren look so keeping it. if she gets like a power up or stage two form then she’ll have a version of fufu’s hairstyle. 

[high-functioning-lokipath]

SH - Sherlock x Depressed!Reader - With a Little Help from My Friends - Words: 2,793

IMPORTANT A/N - PLEASE READ: As stated in the title, this story contains discussions of depression. There is mention of suicidal thought and self-harm. I personally don't think it's too intense in it's descriptions HOWEVER!!! If this will trigger you, for your own health and safety please do not read. My messages are always open if you'd like to talk. I wrote this partially based on my own feelings so I can understand to at least a degree. You're amazing and I love you all. As far as this story goes, just remember: it has a happy, very fluffy ending but it doesn't start that way. I hope you enjoy it, feel free to leave a comment!

Brief Backstory: Reader is friends with John and Sherlock. She is a nurse who works with John. The three met shortly after Sherlock came back. Sherlock and Reader have crushes on each other but won't admit to it. I think the story explains everything else.

"Y/N, I'm going to be honest," John said, putting his hand on your shoulder comfortingly. "I may have PTSD but I cannot fully put myself in your shoes. My depression is different than yours." You had called your best friend, John Watson, in a mild panic. You had been feeling depressed for some time, as he knew, but that day had been especially bad. There was no particular reason but your depression had gotten so intense that you knew you needed help to get past this particular wave. John invited you over to 221B, assuring you that his flatmate would be out for the next couple of hours. "As a doctor, I am going to prescribe you some medication. Lowest dose possible and only because I want to help you get some immediate relief but I know you do not want them to become permanent. Let's work on finding another solution for you, ok?"

"I don't know, John," you replied. You'd asked John to be your Doctor since you didn't go to one regularly and he didn't mind your irregular checkups. "I've tried just about everything. The only outlet that seems to help is writing and even then," you trailed off, trying not to cry again. "This feeling just won't go away and I don't even know why it's there in the first place. I just want it to stop."

"I think you should talk to Sherlock."

"What?" You squeaked. "Why in the world would I talk to Sherlock?"

"I can't tell you why, Y/N. As both your Doctor and Sherlock's, I have to respect certain amounts of patient confidentiality. However, as your friend, I think you should talk to him."

"I don't know."

"Trust me," He replied. Smirking slightly, he added, "Doctor's orders."

"Ok, John," you chuckled. He smiled and hugged you. "Thanks."

"Now how about we go and fill this prescription and then maybe get some ice cream?"

"Well, honestly," you sighed. "The ice cream sounds great but I didn't sleep well last night. I was actually wondering if I could just take a nap here for a bit. I sleep better here sometimes." You blushed but John nodded understandingly.

"Of course," He replied. "I'll run down to the drugstore and fill this for you. Meanwhile you get some rest. I'll let Sherlock know you're here just in case he ends up getting back before I do. Will you be ok by yourself?"

"Yeah," You smiled. "This is a safe space for me. I'll go grab a blanket. Thanks again."

"Don't mention it. Just remember, talk to him."

"I'll try."

About 15 minutes later, Sherlock arrived back at the flat. He'd gotten John's texts.

John: If you get home in the next 45 minutes, be quiet. Y/N is over and she's taking a nap. I have to run out for something.

Sherlock: Is everything ok? - SH

John: She said she had a bad night.

Sherlock: She must have had a reason to come over in the first place though. - SH

John: She's going to need to tell you that herself. Don't ask. Do you understand me? Let her tell you. Be nice, ok?

Sherlock: When am I not nice to Y/N? - SH

John: Ok, that is true. You like her too much to be rude to her. If you could just hold back your deductions for one second I will say this: you two have more in common than you think.

He hurried home, not to wake you up of course, but because he wanted to see you. If there was something seriously wrong, he wanted to try and brace himself for it first. He couldn't help the smile playing at the corner of his lips when he thought of you. You two were good friends, that much was obvious to everyone. But Sherlock could see the potential for something more. He liked you a lot. You were just as smart, sassy, and sarcastic as he was. But you also could be extremely kind and caring to others and especially to him. He still didn't quite understand why you cared for him so but he was grateful. Before he could dwell on that too much longer, he arrived at 221B.

He quietly slipped inside and smiled at what he saw. You were curled up on the couch, sleeping like a baby. Apparently, though, you'd kicked off the blanket you had grabbed. Instead of picking up the blanket, he decided to take off his long coat and carefully lay that over you. You quickly cuddled into the warm fabric, unconsciously taking a deep breath, inhaling his unique signature left behind on the coat. Satisfied with what he'd done, he took off his suit jacket and went to the kitchen to prepare some tea for when you woke up. He knew you had a favorite tea and, unless John moved it or drank it all, there still would be some in the cupboard.

You woke to the smell of your favorite tea and a hushed exclamation from the kitchen. Opening your eyes slowly you saw Sherlock in at the counter trying to set up a tray with the teapot and cups. Recognizing your surroundings a bit more, you realized what was on top of you. Sherlock was just about to bring out the tray but you decided to pretend you were still asleep. The chances of fooling the Detective were low, but you wanted to try.

"There," He whispered to himself, setting the tray on the coffee table. You could hear him settling down on his chair, likely getting into his 'palace pose' as you called it. For a moment you were happy. You had actually gotten some quality sleep, you were currently cuddled up in Sherlock's famous coat and Sherlock had even made you tea. But that feeling quickly faded. Tears threatened to spill out of your still closed eyes as self-deprecating thoughts filled your mind.

'John probably told him to make me tea. He probably covered me with his coat so I wasn't as much of a distraction. He doesn't want me here. He never does. Why does he even tolerate my presence? He probably wishes we'd never met,' You thought. Your mind was going a million miles an hour and gaining. Without your notice, the tears began rolling down your cheeks and quiet sobs escaped your lips.

"Y/N?" Sherlock whispered. You're eyes shot open. You hadn't heard him get up. Now he was kneeling right next to you, one hand hovering over your arm. "Are you ok?"

"Oh, Sherlock!" You cried. "I-I wish I knew."

"C'mere," he said, motioning for you to sit up. Once you did so, he pulled you into a tight hug.

"What's this for?"

"You always give me and John a hug when you see us. You haven't done so for the past 5 days. I-" he paused briefly before lowering his voice and continuing. "I missed it."

"Oh." You weren't quite sure how to reply to that. You leaned into his embrace, letting yourself get lost in the moment.

"Y/N? Is there something I can do to help?"

"How much did John tell you?" You asked. You wouldn't have been mad exactly if John had told Sherlock to talk to you, but you wanted to think Sherlock was reaching out on his own.

"He told me you had a bad night."

"That's all?" You asked, surprised. You pulled away slightly and stared into his eyes. Sherlock nodded, frowning slightly as he tried to deduce you.

"Why are you afraid to talk to me?" You turned away, embarrassed and unsure what to say. "Be honest."

"I don't want you to make fun of me. I have-" You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves and preparing to just jump right in. "I have been extremely depressed lately and I didn't want to hear another speech about how all I need to do is exercise and eat right and stop thinking about sad things. Well you know what? I can't stop it! I can't help it if I feel like a useless pile of trash that should be thrown in the bin and burned." By the time you finished your little tirade, you'd gotten up and started pacing the floor. Then you turned and faced Sherlock. His expression was neutral but there was an obvious sadness in his eyes, one you didn't expect to see. It wasn't of pity. If you had seen that you also would have given up on the conversation. No, it was almost an understanding, an empathy. His eyes were actually glistening with tears.

"Have you ever felt like," he paused, voice unsteady. "Like giving up?" He whispered, unable to hold eye contact. You nodded silently. He got up slowly and walked towards you. At first, you thought he would hug you again but then he started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Uh, Sherlock?"

"Just wait a moment. I want to show you something." He carefully shrugged off the purple shirt that you, admittedly, loved so much and tossed it on the chair. "Only one person knows about this. You will be the second. You remember I told you about Moriarty's network?"

"Yes, the day we met. I asked you about your work, a simple question. And I got an answer that lasted 3 hours." Sherlock chuckled dryly.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Oh, no. Please don't apologise. I-" You sighed, rubbing your forehead. "I tend to make jokes when I'm nervous."

"I know." He smiled at you with, yet again, a completely unreadable expression. "You remember though." You nodded, opting to stay silent as he explained. "Well, those 2 years dismantling his network weren't easy. Not physically and certainly not emotionally. As a result of the different missions, I received many wounds on my body in various locations. I was," He paused, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. "I was depressed, guilt-stricken and suicidal. I figured I had hurt my friends enough. If they thought I was dead maybe I should just go on with it."

"What changed your mind?"

"I didn't want to do it on a mission. I wanted to see home again one more time. So to temporarily relieve the pain I," He sighed. Well, I wouldn't let my wounds heal. I'd pick at them. Mycroft finally convinced me to come back officially because he needed my help. I never told him about this. I think he knows but we don't discuss it." He looked down, obviously embarrassed and feeling more emotionally naked than physically. "You can look," he said. It was as if he'd read your mind. You were trying to be respectful and not stare but you realized that's what he wanted to show you. You had, on occasion, seen him shirtless before but you had never realized how bad some of the scars were.

"Sherlock, I-I don't know what to say. I-" You were completely shocked. Not offended. But actually comforted that he understood you. "Thank you," You finally said.

"Actually I wanted to thank you. I didn't just show you this to prove that I understand your feelings." You looked at him confused. "The day we met. You were leaving work, correct?" You nodded.

"It had been my first day there. John had been happy with my work and requested that I stay assigned to his office permanently. John had already finished up and headed home but there was some paperwork I had to finish so I was leaving about an hour late. Come to think of it, John said he had plans with you that evening. Why were you there?"

"That's what I wanted to tell you. I met you less than a month after I came back. I had still been quite depressed so I was still picking at my injuries. That day had been a bad day for me. So I cancelled my plans with John and I decided to go back to where I started this whole mess and finish it."

"Wait, are you telling me that-"

"You saved my life." Sherlock took one of your hands in his own and held it tightly. "I had memorized the work schedules of most everyone there and knew how to slip in unnoticed."

"But you didn't factor in me."

"Correct. When I ran into you, quite literally in fact, as I was entering the building, I was surprised. Not just by your presence but by what I deduced about you. You intrigued me. I had to find out more about you so I invited you to have a cup of coffee with me."

"Which turned into dinner." Sherlock nodded. "And since you were so intrigued by me, you forgot all about that."

"In a manner of speaking. You weren't a cure-all, mind you. You helped, though, by giving me a new mystery to investigate: you. That night, when I got home, I told John everything. He helped me too and when I mentioned you he couldn't stop singing your praises. He is very proud of you and your work you know."

"Yeah, I guess so," You replied, a little embarrassed. "Thank you, Sherlock. I'm sorry that you went through all that, but, I'm glad I have someone who understands. And I'm glad you're here to help me."

"Me too, Y/N. Me too," He replied.

"Can I, um, can I have another hug?" You asked, blushing and smiling. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"If you must," He sighed, holding his arms out. Any other day, you would have thought he genuinely didn't want personal contact. But today you realized he was simply teasing. You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your head on his chest. You felt him relax as he leaned forward a little to cocoon you in his arms. "I care about you, Y/N. I don't care about many people but you mean so much to me. I-" You looked up at him and pressed a finger to his lips to quiet him.

"You don't have to say it, Sherlock. I know." He smiled and looked somewhat relieved. You knew he wasn't good with feelings and that was fine with you. "I love you too."

"I wanted to be the first one to say that," He pouted. You chuckled softly and booped his nose.

"You already have." He smiled and kissed your forehead lightly.

"I know this won't fix everything right away. I know you'll still have bad days. But I wanted you to know you could come to me too."

"I know. Thank you again, Sherlock." At that moment, John walked in with a bag from the store.

"Oh, hello!" He chirped, happy to see you hadn't gotten into a yelling match. Then he noticed Sherlock's shirt, or rather, lack thereof. "So, uh," He stuttered, unsure of what to say. "What should I do with this?"

"First of all, thank you, John, for giving me the guts to talk to him about this. And second, I think I'll give it a try. You know, to try and prevent a really bad day when you guys aren't available or if talking still isn't enough. But for today I think I'll be alright," You said, turning to John with a smile.

"Well, I'm glad. So did you just talk about that or did he finally tell you that he's had the biggest schoolboy crush on you from the moment he met you?"

"John!" Sherlock yelled. You laughed loudly.

"Not in those words exactly, John," You replied. "Don't worry," You added, turning to Sherlock and ruffling his curls. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Good. Now if you don't mind, I need your input on this case."

"Me?" You asked, quite surprised.

"Yes," He said as if it was obvious. "You're a woman after all!"

"And that is important because?"

"The killer was a woman obviously but I can't understand why she would do it!" The two of you went off into your own little world, completely ignoring John as he cooked dinner.

John: Ok, mates, get your tuxs out. Won't be long now.

Greg: He finally proposed? 😀

John: Not yet, give it a week.

Mycroft: John, you forget I monitor his spending habits.

John: And?

Mycroft: He's had a ring purchased for some time now.

Greg: 3 days tops.💍

Mycroft: I would estimate about 3 days as well, Detective Inspector.

Greg: We're in a Group Text. Talking about our friend like a bunch of teenage girls at a slumber party. I think you can call me Greg.

Mycroft: If I must.

John: So, girls, will you help me make the plans?

Mycroft: Of course. He is blood after all.

Greg: Count me in! Wouldn't miss it! 🕵️👰

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Smile

Star: Kim Yoohyeon (Dreamcatcher)

Idea: Yes

Love: Hiii, could I ask for a scenarios about Yoohyeon and reader having a good smile? Where Yoohyeon got attracted to reader because she has a good smile. And they are super fluffy because yoohyeon is all lovey dovey because she loves her so much. Sorry if it’s confusing you can ask me for a change if you want! Thanks

A/n: This was really cute, hope you like how I made it love

There were certain things that Yoohyeon enjoyed in her life.

First, she enjoyed being with her family, spending time with them during holidays. Going home to their warm greeting always made her happy. Secondly, she enjoyed her job, because she got to spend it with six of the most amazing girls in the world.

To be able to perform in front of hundreds of fans, singing their hearts out as they danced the night away. She lived for the adrenaline and excitement that came with it, as well as the love that their fans would give them.

However, at the end of the day, she only lived for one smile that always made her happy.

Yoohyeon opened her eyes, a small groan leaving her lips when the rays of the sun beamed onto her face. The puppy rubbed her eyes, her hand landing on the pair wrapped around her waist.

A small smile graced her lips as she turned around to meet your sleepy features.

Her smile grew when she saw how peaceful you looked. Raising her finger, Yoohyeon traced your features carefully, enjoying the feeling of soft skin under her fingertip. She somehow found herself doing the same thing every morning.

Waking up purposely earlier than you, spending a few minutes watching you sleep, delighting when she realized how lucky she could be.

Sure, she had fame, money, talent, and friends. But she could never believe that she would be able to find someone like you, to have such a wonderful partner that would always be there for her.

To have her nights spent with you, limbs tangled around each other as you gave her the warmth she needed. The days she spent inside your arms, allowing you to ease all the stress that she encountered. The small kisses you would leave on her forehead, cheeks, and head.

She was never the person to express her feelings well, sometimes opting to stay silent, nervously trying to push herself to initiate some type of word or skin ship. But with you, she was free, never hesitating to give you a kiss or a hug.

It was almost as if you gave her a key to her restraints, freeing her to do whatever she wished when you were with her. The amount of love she received from you was enough to fill her heart, which in return she would show you the same, if not more than the amount she received.

It was her way of saying thank you for everything that you’ve shown and continued to show her.

While Yoohyeon continued to admire you happily, she became too lost in the glee, failing to notice your eyes open.

You adjusted your eyes to the light, blinking until you were met by your girlfriend’s smile. Looking at her, you smiled back. However, she didn’t seem to notice you.

A small giggle escaped your lips, and you leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss against her nose.

When you pulled away, she still hadn’t noticed, so you leaned in once more. You gave her kiss after kiss, kissing the tip of her nose.

The puppy hadn’t noticed until you moved to her cheeks, a small giggle escaping her lips when she felt a ticklish sensation. Blinking her eyes, Yoohyeon met your smiling face, a toothy smile on your lips as you looked at her.

"Good morning,"

Your raspy voice brought chills, your hand raised until you cupped her cheek. Yoohyeon leaned into your touch, feeling your thumb graze her skin, a familiar tingling sensation forming in the pit of her stomach.

It was the tenderness of your touch that managed to make her full, almost feeling overwhelmed by the love you made her feel.

When she was in your arms, she melted, allowing you to hold her like she was still a young baby. With you she was small, yet she was safe, she felt vulnerable yet comfortable.

"Good morning to you too,"

She kept her eyes closed, but she knew she was smiling. Your hand had not left your cheek, spending the next few minutes in silence.

That is until the door burst open and a very loud chic came in to disturb your morning, "Yoohyeon! We have schedu--"

The loud girl was quickly pulled away by her shirt, flinging her out of the room. Then Minji peeked her head from the side, reaching for the doorknob as she looked at both of you, "Sorry for that, she woke up excited,"

You raised your head with a smile, while Yoohyeon had a pink tint growing on her cheeks.

"But she’s right. Yoohyeon, manager will pick us up in fifteen minutes."

Her voice was much more hushed than the other girl, closing the door gently before hearing Bora’s laugh through the door.

A giggle left your lips. Turning your head towards your girlfriend, you saw the pink hue on her cheeks. Your smile widened, leaning closer to her and giving the pink spot a small kiss, "I’ll go first," you whispered, pulling away as you sauntered to the bathroom.

The puppy fell back on the bed, clutching the covers as a dreamy sigh escaped her lips. This was the luxury that she got to experience every morning. Being able to wake up to see your smile, having small intimate moments with you, the tenderness and the softness.

She was puzzled, considering everything that was going on in her life. Yoohyeon wouldn’t think that coming home or spending a day off in your arms was something that she wished for every single day.

A part of her was cringing at how lovesick she was. She was aware of that. But honestly, one glance at you convinced her why.

Every time she saw you, it reminded her of the first time you two met.

Yoohyeon was walking Pie in the park, enjoying her day off as she walked the puppy.

She took a seat on the nearest bench, letting the little pup run around, enjoying the sunlight that peeked through the trees above her.

Then she noticed another person walking in the park, seemingly enjoying the nice day. Yoohyeon lowered her cap as she adjusted her mask properly on her face.

Sitting beside her, you hadn’t thought anything about the girl beside you.

You noticed her, but you didn’t say anything, letting the girl have her privacy. But you noticed how she kept fidgeting her hands and staring at her dog in silence before calling her over.

The puppy turned its head towards her owner, barking before she ran toward Yoohyeon.

However, upon catching sight of the new person, Pie ran towards you instead.

The puppy stood up on her hind legs, pawing at your pants, barking excitedly at your presence. While you were amused that the puppy had approached you, Yoohyeon was embarrassed.

You lowered yourself towards the puppy, allowing her to stand on your shoes and lick the tip of your nose. A small giggle escaped your lips, feeling ticklish because of the kisses before you glanced at the owner beside you.

Through her mask, you could see how apologetic she was, but you merely smiled at her.

Yoohyeon seemed to get even redder because of that. It was like every romantic scene that she had read.

She felt her breath hitch as if time slowed down and she only focused on you. She had never seen a smile so perfect before. A smile that made her insides feel excited. She thought it only happened in movies.

The puppy was enamored, the kind smile doing all sorts of crazy things to her.

But she quickly snapped out of it, breaking eye contact as she took the puppy from you, holding Pie in her arms. Yoohyeon muttered a short apology before she walked the other way.

She could feel her heart beating a million miles a second. However, she didn’t feel nervous. Yoohyeon felt happy, a sense of satisfaction after that short interaction.

She didn’t know it yet, but as she left the park, that brief exchange would be something that she would never regret.

The next day, she found herself sitting on the same bench, letting Pie run around as she watched from a distance. She did, however, spend the time being distracted in her mind.

She couldn’t get the image of your smile out of her head.

It seemed so calming for Yoohyeon, but it weirded her out that she was suddenly having thoughts about a person she hadn’t known, and her questions wouldn’t get answered when she suddenly heard her dog barking beside her.

Blinking her eyes, Yoohyeon saw Pie once again pawing at your legs. While you lower your hand, petting her head.

She watched the scene before her, your giggles echoing in her ears as the small dog kept trying to lick your hand.

Then, after a few minutes, you turned your head, a smile gracing your lips as you looked at the owner, "Your dog is really cute."

"Hey,"

Yoohyeon opened her eyes, meeting your amused ones when you saw her smiling alone on the bed, "What’s got you all smiley?" You asked, her smile not disappearing before she sat up, hopping off the bed and giving you a sweet kiss.

"Nothing, I remembered something funny," she excused, skipping her way to the bathroom with a smile.

Your brow furrowed, stunned by the unexpected kiss. Though your lips elicited a chuckle, your girlfriend did have a knack for being weird, but you still love her nonetheless.

[parkers-gal]

never have i ever T.H.

reposting because somebody requested it <3

wc: 1.1k

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"Not sure I want to do this," Tom mumbled to you with a grin.

"You're the one who signed us up, you div!" you whisper-yelled back, laughing. 

James looked at both of you before the producer was counting down again and that oh-so-familiar red light blinked on and commercial break ended.

"And we're back!" James spoke into the camera. "I'm here with Y/N L/N and Tom Holland and they're going to play Never Have I Ever."

"Isn't this supposed to be played with drinks?" You asked.

"Of course you want to get drunk again."

You gasped and looked to him. "That's not true! I just remember what I played in college, you know, a place for smart people."

Tom gasped at you this time, and the audience laughed. The two of you were seated side-by-side on the couch holding a paddle stick. The green side said I have and the red side read I've never. Tom was wearing his blue shirt and grey slacks (THE OUTFIT FROM HIS INSTA PFP), his muscles distinct and bulging against the fabric of the top. You were wearing a white tee shirt under a plaid cami dress, black doc martens fitted snugly on your feet. You hair was up in your preferred style, your eye-shadow a hazy red with some winged eyeliner.

"Ouch," Tom said, hitting his chest with the top of his closed fist, as if his heart physically hurt.

You playfully rolled your eyes before giving James your attention again.

"Ready?" James asked, tapping the cards on the table to organize them. When the two of you nodded, James began. "Never have I ever... gotten a tattoo."

Everyone knew Tom had one on his foot, so the green side of the paddle immediately went up. For you, however, nobody except your friend knew you had gotten a tattoo, so when the green side of your paddle also went up, Tom gasped.

"Y/N! What the fuck, how do I not know? I've literally seen your entire body-"

"Thomas!" You shrieked, slapping his shoulder.

"Well it's true!"

You huffed, rolling your eyes again. "I didn't tell anyone. [Your best friend] and I got some at the same time, I just never mentioned it to anyone."

"Well," Tom breathed out. "You'll have to show me them later."

"Never have I ever... sent nudes to the wrong person."

Tom's side was red but you had guiltily put up the green side.

"Y/N! When was this?"

"Okay in my defense," your hands were gesturing to the audience and to Tom. "Harrison had texted me out of nowhere, and my fingers moved too fast! Let's just say Osterfield considers Tom a lucky guy."

Tom's jaw was slack as he whipped his head to look at you in pure, utter shock. "You sent nudes to my best friend?!"

"They were meant for you! It's the- thought that counts?" you shrugged hopefully.

Tom shook his head with a laugh. "You're lucky you're cute, L/N."

"I know," You grinned cheekily.

James went on, "Never have I ever... gone skinny dipping."

You and Tom simultaneously put the green side up.

"You're obligated to share this one," James laughed out.

"We were in.. Venice, I think?" You said, looking to Tom for confirmation.

He put his water down, nodding as he swallowed. "Yeah, Italy."

"Yeah. We were in Venice when Tom was filming Far From Home. I think we were with Harry and Harrison.. Zendaya, Jacob, Tony.. the works."

"That's it?" James asked.

"Well!" You laughed. "They had the weekend off, and I asked them if they wanted to come to the studio with me -- I was producing a single at the time -- and they said yes. We had a few bottles of wine and the beach was down the street, so we just ran there and stripped once we got to the sand."

"I think that was the first time I saw you naked," Tom said, pondering the thought, and you laughed at him.

"I can't say the same," you admitted.

"When did you see me naked?" he wheezed.

"Hey! You have to wear those skimpy thongs on set -- that's practically nude!"

"Well damn," James said. "Never have I ever... been a member of the mile high club."

You and Tom exchanged glances, neither of you raising your paddles.

"You can't do that!" James laughed, trying to put your paddles up for you both. "C'mon put those babies up!"

Bashfully, the two of you held up the green side.

"We will not be disclosing this story," you said, smiling wide at the end. "Next question."

"Never have I ever... put my own song on my sex playlist."

"You don't even have any songs!" you huffed at them both. Your paddle was green and Tom's was red.

"Someone has a kink for herself," Tom said, pointing at you.

"I'm not the one who gets off to my voice," you teased. "Besides! It was an unreleased song I made specifically for sex. The beat was powerful and I felt it fitting. There weren't a lot of lyrics," you explained.

"If I didn't have any memories attached to it," Tom said cockily, "I'd just consider it a lovey type song."

You rolled your eyes before glancing to James for the next question.

"Never have I ever... flashed someone."

You laughed vocally, shutting your eyes and shaking your head. Your paddle was red and you put Tom's up for him, for he was too slow to put up the green side himself.

"That was a wild night," You said, laughing.

"How wild?"

"It's not what you're thinking, actually," you said.

"We were at a party playing truth or dare," Tom continued. "I wasn't going to lose."

The three of you laughed as James went on. "And lastly.. never have I ever lied during this game."

You and Tom both put up the red side, honestly showing that neither of you had lied.

"That was Never Have I ever with Tom Holland and Y/N L/N, and I'm James Corden and we'll be right back!" He said enthusiastically, before standing up and hugging the both of you, thanking you for coming and telling the both of you that you could head off to your dressing rooms.

"We're going to hell for that one, you know," Tom whispered, wrapping his arm around your waist as the two of you smiled to the audience before finally stepping off the set and into the backstage corridors.

"We'll never hear the end of it from Harrison."

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Speak Easy Part 13

Dabi x Reader , Bakugo x Reader

Words : 3125

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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You watched as Dabi paced in front of you as you hugged your knees to your chest. Shoto had come to sit next to you and you were grateful for his calming presence. He kept giving you a weird look and then looking at his brother. He obviously wanted to ask what was going on between the two of you, but you mouthed, “later” at him and he shrugged it off.

“Ok. So what? He has a list of my safe houses. That’s okay… That’s arguably a good thing actually.” Dabi was thinking out loud trying, and even though his voice sounded calm, you could see the way his hands balled into fists so tight his staples were pulling.

“No one knows about this place. This is the safest house out of all of them. I bought it after I left the League, it’s in the middle of nowhere, and the security is the best money can buy.” He stopped his pacing and looked at his brother, “So…”

Shoto draped a lazy arm around you and you released a tense breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. He quirked his head at his older brother, “So…? What? Why is that a good thing?”

Dabi’s eyes got this scary look. They practically glowed and you could tell whatever he was thinking probably wasn’t good. “It means we can pick them off. Set up traps for them at my other safe houses. It might take some time… we won’t know what houses they’re targeting so at first it’ll be a lot of guess work.” You could see a scheme hatching behind his eyes and for once he truly looked like a villain. “You said Bakugo was already out looking for them, right? I can meet up with him! They’re my houses after all, no one knows them better than me.”

He took off towards the bedroom mumbling something about needing to pack. Your wide eyes connected with Shoto’s, “How long before he remembers he’d have to leave me behind and panics?”

Shoto hummed, “I’d say about thirty seconds after he’s done packing.” He shrugged, “It’s not a bad plan honestly. I see he’s gotten rather attached to you lately though.”

You could hear the unspoken question and you weren’t sure you were ready to jump into that conversation just yet. It was bad enough that Katsuki knew. You shrugged and averted your eyes back to the door Dabi had disappeared behind. “We’ve gotten pretty close. You learn a lot about someone when you’re stuck in a house with them.”

“SHIT!”

Shoto sighed, “Sounds like he just remembered.”

Dabi stomped back into the living room and stopped a few feet in front of you. His stare was intense almost like he was trying to see through you. You could see his frustration growing as he battelled internally over what he should do. “I can’t leave you here by yourself… I don’t want to leave you at all. But- But I can’t take you with me either.” You could see his mind running a mile a minute trying to come up with a solution.

“You can leave me here, I’m not totally useless. I have the collar, so you can call me, check on my location and vitals and all that creepy shit.” You gestured to the younger Todoroki sitting next to you, “And I’m sure your brother and Izuku are dying to have some time to catch up. They can keep me company. Kiri too if need be.”

Dabi kneeled in front of you and laid his arms on either side of you, caging you in. “It would drive me insane leaving you here.”

You brushed your thumb over the spot between his eyes, smoothing out his worried expression. “More insane than if you stayed here and let Katsuki handle this on his own?”

His body sagged and he leaned his forehead onto your shoulder. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say it sounds like you want me to go.”

You leaned your head on his. “Of course I don’t want you to go idiot. But I hate to break it to you, I know you pretty well… And I don’t think sitting here day after day listening to you complain about how you could do it better, sounds like fun.” He groaned because he knew you were right. “So, go ahead and go. I’ll be fine here I promise. Go catch some bad guys with Katsuki.”

“Ugh don’t say it like that. You make is sound like a cheesy buddy cop movie. I just hope your little hero friend isn’t squeamish because I’m not going to hold back.”

Shoto cleared his throat, “Some of us… little heroes… have seen enough shit to last a lifetime. Bakugo’s the hardest working and grittiest out of us all, so believe me when I say you don’t need to worry about him.”

Dabi narrowed his eyes at his brother who he had just realized was practically cuddling with you. “Seeing death and dealing it out are two different things. I know he’s capable of killing someone, but mentally I don’t think he could cross that line.” He held a hand up to stop Shoto from arguing with him. “And I don’t care if he doesn’t want to get his precious hero hands dirty. Because that’s what I’m here for, and I’m honestly looking forward to it.”

You huffed, “Listen, I really don’t like the look you get when you talk about killing people. It’s sick… killing isn’t supposed to be fun you psychopath.”

His eyes shifted back to yours, “Baby girl. I want to make something clear. I will find the sick fucks that kidnapped you. I will torture them in the most painful and humiliating ways possible. By the time I’m done… they will welcome death with open arms. I’ll be doing them a favor.” His forehead pressed against yours. “Unless you’d rather I save them for you…My destroyer of men.”

You hit his shoulder, “I’d rather you let Katsuki arrest them! You know how I feel about killing villains.”

His hand gripped the back of your neck hard to force you to look at him, “…No. You know I can’t do that. The sooner you accept that, the easier all of this will be.” His thumb rubbed your cheek, “I know it sucks. But this is the world you live in now. We can’t trust anyone but ourselves.”

Shoto cleared his throat, “Listen I don’t know what is going on between the two of you, but I would appreciate it if you refrained from being kinky in my presence.”

Dabi growled, “Fuck off! You literally let yourself in unannounced… When all of this over I swear we’re leaving the fucking country. I’m so sick of you brats just coming over whenever you feel like it. We’re gonna leave and you’ll never see us again.”

Shoto quirked an eyebrow, “So… Even after all of this is resolved… you plan to still live with y/n?” You could see the gears turning in his head as he pieced all of this together. “Hmm interesting.” He got up and stretched. “Well I guess I’ll give you guys some alone time to… do whatever this is… just without me having to witness it.”

“Hey before you go… You sure you’re okay with keeping an eye on her while I’m gone?” You hadn’t heard Dabi sound so uncertain before. Usually he carried so much confidence that it was overwhelming. But now he sounded lost.

Shoto nodded, “Yeah it’s not a big deal. Izuku and I can take shifts. Kirishima will probably take over every now and then depending on how long you are gone… But we don’t mind. Y/n was right when she said we’d like to catch up with her.” He gave you an awkward wink that was completely out of character for him. “You’ve been hoarding her all to yourself for months now.” He walked down the hall and shouted, “Try not to be too loud. I’ll just pick the room that smells the least like sex.”

“Good luck! I’ve fucked her on every surface of the hou—” You slammed a hand over Dabi’s mouth to cut him off.

You hid your face in Dabi’s shoulder to stifle your laugh. “I love your brother so much. He has no filter and it’s honestly so refreshing.”

A quick slap to your thigh had you gasping, “I don’t appreciate you talking about my brother that way.” He nipped at your earlobe harshly, “Especially after I just agreed to let him stay here while I’m gone.”

Before you could respond he was standing up and throwing you over his shoulder, “I think I need to remind you who you fucking belong to.” He slapped your ass as you shrieked, “I might be gone for a while, so I think I need to give you something to remember.”

“You are so ridiculous! He’s literally in a committed relationship with another man!”

Dabi tossed you onto his bed and immediately fell on top of you. “He’s also my brother and I know that slut swings both ways.” He bit down hard on your shoulder, “I’m going to leave my fucking mark all over you before I go.” He sucked a bruise into your neck, “Tonight… I’m going to claim every fucking inch of you.”

He had you naked underneath him within seconds, kissing down the column of your neck. He continued down to suck a nipple into his mouth and you had to bite down on your lip to keep from screaming.

“Come on baby, let him hear you. Let him hear how good I treat you. Let him know that there is only one Todoroki for you.”

You wanted to argue with him. There was no way Shoto was interested in you at all. He’d been in love with Izuku since high school. But you were also enjoying the way Dabi was marking his territory. There was something so peaceful about giving up control to another person, especially someone you trust.

You let him kiss and suck and grope every part of you. In this moment you were his to do with as he wished. You didn’t care he was leaving mark after mark on your skin. He was claiming you, he was daring others to lay a finger on what it is his. And you fucking loved it. You loved the peace and the comfort that came with the idea of him declaring that you are his. The security of knowing he wouldn’t let another soul touch you.

He bit harshly into your inner thigh, making you yelp and buck your hips.

He chuckled darkly as he came back up and rubbed his nose against yours. “Baby girl, just look at your face. I haven’t even touched your pussy yet and you already looked so fucked out.” He dragged his fingers lightly over your stomach, across your ribs, over your breast, and finally let them settle on your neck.

You shivered and closed your eyes, “Dabiiii, stop teasing me.”

His fingers tightened around your throat. “You said some shit earlier that really got under my skin. And now I can’t decide if I should punish you or not.”

Your head spun as it tried to think about what you possibly could have said to upset him. “What – what did I say?”

Dabi leaned in sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before biting down hard. “You said…. You loved my brother.”

Your heart pounded in your chest and you felt an intense heart overwhelm your face and neck. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Was he jealous? Did he want you to say you loved him? Is that really what he wanted to hear?

You hadn’t noticed him pulling his own pants down until he was thrusting into you. “I’m a selfish man y/n. I’m greedy. I don’t share. And hearing those sweet little words said about someone else.” His hips snapped into yours harder, as his fingers got even tighter around your neck to the point where you were sure there would be bruises.

His pace picked up and you could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, “I wanna hear you say it. Who do you love?”

Your eyes rolled back as you croaked out a horse “you”

“That’s not good enough doll. I said! WHO do you FUCKIN LOVE?”

His fingers let go of your throat and as intense pleasure washed over you, leaving your legs shaking, “YOU!”

He fucked you through your orgasm before he followed right behind you, “That’s what I fuckin thought.”

He only parted with you long enough to clean the two of you up. He wandered to the bathroom to get a warm, wet towel. You hummed contently as rubbed it all over your body, especially over the sore new marks he had made on your skin. When he was satisfied, he tossed the rag to the floor to deal with later and rejoined you in bed. He pulled you to him, your back to his chest, and let out a huge sigh. “I’m really nervous about leaving you here. And it honestly makes me angry. I’ve never cared about another person like this, hell I’ve never even cared about my own well being this much.” You could feel him resting his chin on your shoulder, “It makes me feel weak and I hate it.”

You intertwined your fingers with his that were wrapped around your middle. “You know what they say about bravery right? Bravery isn’t not being scared. Only stupid people aren’t scared of anything. Bravery is being scared of something and doing it anyway.” You sank further into his embrace. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m scared too. Which is equally as frustrating.”

You could feel him kiss your shoulder, encouraging you to continue. “I used to be incredibly independent. I lived alone, I worked alone, because of the classified nature of my job I was pretty isolated. I didn’t need anyone, and I was more than happy to get shit done on my own…Now the thought doing anything without you gives me anxiety.”

He sighed, “If anything that makes me feel worse… I believe we have a classic case of codependency… it’s your fault by the way. For sucking me in to your annoyingly needy arms.”

“Says the guy who has his arms currently wrapped around me like a vice.” You wanted to stay in this sweet moment. He was never this open with you, never this soft. “And even though it’s not my fault, I will admit that I did kind of need you for everything when I first got here.” You felt his chest rumble with silent laughter. “But you never really complained, did you? To be honest I had thought you would have been… I don’t know… a little more… cold I guess.”

His hands heated up as they rubbed circles into your stomach. “To anyone else I definitely would have been.” He turned you around so he could pull your chest to his and rolled onto his back, tucking your head under his chin. “I was fucking toast the second you fell into my arms though.” He groaned, “UGH! I sound like such a pussy. I hate it.”

You pressed several kisses to his chest, “Well I don’t hate it.”

There was a long stretch of silence in which the two of you just held each other, not wanting to burst your bubble.

Dabi cleared his throat and you knew he wanted to talk about it. “Listen… While I’m gone all of the laws are still valid. You still need to take care of yourself. Just because I’m not here to force you to eat lunch doesn’t mean you don’t have to.” His fingers rubbed up and down your spine. “I’m sure if you ask the guys, they’ll work out with you, but they need to keep their filthy hands to themselves.” His hand stopped at your collar, “And as much I hate saying this. Don’t call me.”

You lifted your head and gave him a confused look, “What? You worried your side chicks will hear?”

He reached down and slapped your ass, “Shut up. I literally live with you and we never leave the house. That jokes not even funny.” His hand started to rub the same spot he had just slapped, “I’m being serious though. I don’t want you to call me. If something happens and they get my phone, or hell if they somehow capture me, I don’t want anything tying me to you. Shigaraki suspects you’re with me otherwise he wouldn’t be going through my safe houses. But he doesn’t know you’re with me, and I want to keep it that way.” His voice got quitter as he mumbled into your hair, “Besides… I think if I heard your voice I’d give up and come home.”

You froze, “Okay, that is officially the softest thing you’ve ever said to me… and I love it.”

He growled low in your ear, “That’s it, I’m going to start calling you whore, and making you call me sir. I’m losing my damn edge.”

You just giggled, knowing he was bluffing, but then again… he did get you a collar.

“I’m going to miss you… sir.”

“I’m gonna miss you too… my special little whore.”

You sarcastically beamed at him, “Aww you think I’m special?”

That night, you barley slept. You were so worried he’d leave without waking you up to say bye. So, as a consequence you woke up several times throughout the night and every time, he’d pull you closer and mumble a sleepy “still here.”

When morning finally came you sat on the bed with your kneed tucked under your chin as you watched him finish getting ready. Your eyes followed him as he walked around the room, taking his time. He knew the sooner he got dressed the sooner he’d have to leave.

Finally, when he had no other choice, he laced his boots up and looked at you. “Come here…” He held his arms out to you and you quickly slid into his embrace. “You be a good girl while I’m gone, okay?” He kissed the top of your head. “Listen to Shoto and try not to give him too much shit. Follow the laws, don’t watch any of our shows while I’m gone, if there’s any big emergencies have one of the guys call Bakugo.”

You nodded and looked up into his bright blue eyes, “You be safe, and don’t do anything stupid. Come back preferably in one piece please.”

He chuckled, “I will do my best doll.”

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