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hoshigray · 10 months

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My Professor's Final Spring Praise ༄ K. Nanami

"Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs?"

A/n: Yessirrrrrr!! First work of my very first series!! I'm very nervous about this as this is the first time committing to writing consecutively for a specific theme, but I got faith in myself!! Also, it's Nanami and my birthday!!!ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ So as soon as this is posted, I'm signing off and enjoying my day with my hubby Kento~ (sike I'm not, just gonna hang with friends, lol). But anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this piece, and thank you so very much for 1k followers~~~!!! Not my best work, but it's a decent start for the series! >:D (will proofread l8r tmrw)

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions.

Wc: 3.4k

Dear Diary...it's been a long while since I had to come to you as an outlet for my thoughts. But something happened today that caused my mind to go rampant, and I need to rely on you again...

Today is supposed to be the best day of the year. You just finished taking your last in-person exam, you were able to finish packing up all your stuff, and you're now ready to kiss this campus goodbye until the upcoming fall season.

You could not wait to start your summer plans. Not only will you work in the internship you've been hoping to get into since last semester, but you'll finally have ample time to hang with your best friends ever — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara!

The summer break has been the end goal for the four of you, and now that your finals are finally over, there's no stopping you from enjoying the season to the best you can!

However, as much as you say you're excited, it doesn't correlate to your actual feelings at this point in time. Something happened that altered your entire perception of what the future was supposed to be.

Something so out of the ordinary that you don't know how to properly feel or think about the situation.

Something so out of the ordinary that you turn to a diary to let your thoughts out, alone in your shared dorm room when all the other roommates have left earlier in the week.

Something so completely out of the ordinary that it sends chills down your spine just reminiscing the moment before sitting at this exact desk writing about what transpired earlier.

It all started when I went to my last in-person exam with Yuuji, where everyone else was waiting for the professor...

You and Yuuji had the same Biology class to take care of one of your science credits, and the exam was to take place on the last day of finals week. Although you've been told it's not supposed to be a difficult test — it's a bunch of multiple questions, short answers, and one essay — the exam period starts from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. Three hours of endless testing was enough to put you, Yuuji, and all the other classmates in shambles, embracing guaranteed failures and having no idea how to study.

Luckily, a true saint descended from above to bless you and your peers with a professor who knows what he's doing and is patient enough to lead you to the right path. Your professor, Kento Nanami, was relatively young enough to connect with his fellow students but held a well-mannered and stern cadence that gained the respect and admiration of those around him. He was able to steer you guys into a secure approach to your studying: taking in questions, making study guides for quizzes and midterms, and highlighting significant areas from the textbook throughout the semester that will be shown on today's exam.

So through all the diligent preparation and practical labs you've attended, you feel way more confident with the material than at the start of the semester. Can't say the same for Yuuji, who's more nervous than you (with his three unexcused absences and constantly coming to you for help). But as long as y'all are suffering together, that's all that matters.

The only problem is that the exam is sectioned into three parts — sixty multiple-choice questions that are one point each, ten short answer questions that are also one point each, one mix-and-match portion, and the essay is ten whole points by itself (twenty if you can answer five bonus questions afterward). So, off the bat, everyone understands why three hours are given to complete the exam. But Professor Nanami said, "You all should be fine because it doesn't necessarily have to take you all three hours to complete. So if you finish early, you can get outta here." Say less.

So once you entered the usual classroom with Yuuji, you followed through and sat distant from each other at the same table. The professor came on time as always, instructing the class on where to get the exam on the class website, giving the password to unlock it, and wishing you luck.

The only sounds in the space were people clicking their keyboards, sighs, and groans, and people packing up to leave after submitting their exams before thanking their professor for a great semester. Soon the number of students would thin out, leaving just you and Yuuji still completing your exam.

Yuuji finished at the two-hour mark, releasing an extended sigh of relief before hurriedly stuffing his laptop in his backpack. He goes down to thank and bear hug the professor. And you giggle at the expression of Nanami's dismay because he would've sufficed with a simple handshake like the other students. But that's what makes Yuuji an anomaly to the mass, being exceptionally himself no matter where or who he's with. The salmon-haired boy walks up and wishes you luck, going to his dorm to pack the last of his things and promising to pick you up when you're done.

And then it was just you and him: the professor standing at the podium in front of the classroom, reading a book while you finish the last bonus questions before submitting it on the class site. You sigh heavily, and a massive wave of relief washes over you. You did it. You handled all your exams. You're finally free!

"Finished?" You look for where the voice comes from. The professor looks up from his book at your figure.

You place your laptop in your bag and stand up from your seat. It took you twenty more minutes just to finish compared to Yuuji. "Yup! It wasn't so bad like you said, but I had more trouble with the bonus questions than everything else." You stretch your arms and legs.

Nanami chuckles at your feedback. "I see. I did say the bonus questions would be more lab-based. Good thing those who couldn't make it to some of the labs got to see me so I could help them or assign them with the other students who missed."

"You mean like Yuuji?" You walk up to the podium to be in front of your professor. "Because the poor guy couldn't make it to some of the labs because of club activities."

"Yes, Itadori is one of those students." Nanami smiles at the mention of the salmon-haired other. "He's undoubtedly a hard-working student, asking questions and enjoying the lectures. But that's for when he is in the class."

You chuckle as the subtle shade at your friend. "He does try, though! All the times we've studied together since this exam shows that he wanted to put his whole heart into this class. Not to mention that you're secretly his favorite teacher~." You mention the last part hoping it sparks something in the professor, and you're glad to see that the older man releases a wee chortle at the tiny piece of information.

"Hmm, well, I appreciate his enthusiasm and that he was deeply interested in the class. However," your professor closes his book and walks to the side of the podium, erasing an imaginary barrier between the two of you. "You also play a huge part in his engagement. He's lucky to have a friend like you."

Your brows trench, but a smile creeps past your conscious. "What makes you say that?"

"You've been a particular student in my class. Not only are you an easy grader, but you capture the material so well that Itadori trusts you enough to help him when I'm not available to do so. Anytime you ask me a question, it's always outside the textbook or linked to something you looked into outside the lectures."

The smile on your face grows large, and you look away to shield it from his vision. "Thank you, Professor Nanami."

"I won't be surprised if I check the grades later and see that you got an excellent grade." He removes his glasses and places them on the podium with his book. "I'd also suggest you consider minoring in this field if you'd like. And did you sign up for that scholarship I mentioned to you around two weeks ago?"

"Yes, I filled it out last week."

"Good." He moves a hand to place on your shoulder, and the action takes you aback because it's the first time he's ever touched you. "I expect great things from you, Y/n. I'm sure whatever you want to do in this life, you'll do just fine."

You bashfully nod at his kind words. And you extend your hand up to him to signify a ready handshake. "Thank you, professor. And thank you so much for all your help this semester."

The hand that was on your shoulder grabs hold of your hand. But what happens next was far from what you expected.

Nanami lifts your hand with his and faintly sets his lips on the back of your knuckles.

And this is the provenance of what sets everything in motion.

What he did to your hand didn't just surprise you, but also surprised him. Nanami froze with your hand still in his, not daring to move as you have yet moved an inch.

Why did I do that? It's the biggest question that runs through his mind at this time. One moment he was praising you for being one of his best students, then he busses his lips onto your hand the next. But why?

Nanami knew he was done for. Unable to look into your eyes, he can only tighten his hold on your hand. This was so not part of his routine. Today was supposed to be like any other exam day. He only came here to see his students for one last time before the start of summer break. He only came here to see his final class and have them take the exam before heading home. So why?

Perhaps it was the feelings of spring blinding him like a child. Or maybe his emotions got the better of him. But today was the last day of the semester he'd see his favorite pupil — you. Until now, the professor has done a phenomenal job maintaining an appropriate relationship between teacher and student, keeping a respectable distance while tending to his scholars.

And yet, he still would catch himself sneaking a selfish glance at you following through with his lectures, his heart swooning when you use your lovely voice to ask a question, or going blind when you flash a smile that rivals the sun's beam.

It's never right to have favorites; however, you clearly were the one that caught his attention the most.

Yet, also, this type of relationship is not the best for Nanami or you. You are a student, and he is your teacher. This could damage the reputation of both of you. It's the least favorable outcome between the two of you...

...So why haven't you snatched your hand away from mine yet?

Your hands tighten back with his, and the man finally chooses to look at you.

You're eyes bore into him, looking at him as if he's the only thing meant to have your concentration. Your breathing descends to a slower pace, but the rhythm of your heart beats the more you look at the man before you. "Professor Nanami..." you said his name in a whisper, and God, did it feel so wrong to do such a thing. As if your mouth would be thrown into a pit of flames for even calling to him with an indescribable connotation. Your mind is now fueled with a deep emotion rooted within, rooted with a scary longing.

"Y/n..." It felt even more wrong to have your name hushed in his voice, so hot to the ears that they could melt any second. Even so, a part of you wishes he would repeat it in the same tone again. Expressing the exact feeling of wanting something, wanting you.

Observant brown eyes lock in with your eyes. Faces move forward with hesitance. Eyes close. Noses begin to brush their skins against each other. And pairs of lips seal an unfortunate yet desirable event that cannot be revoked.

It takes a few minutes for you two to melt into each other from the makeout session. It takes a few minutes to block the glass windows with portable whiteboards to block the view from the outside. And it takes a few minutes for you to be a disheveled mess with your back on a table with Nanami between your legs, fingering your throbbing vulva and licking your slick and sensitive clitoris.

"Hoooh...Mmmm, Professor Nanami, your tongue. I-It feels too good—Nnnmph!!"

Nanami flicks his tongue on your sensitive, the cause for you to cry out. "Y/n, I told you. It's just the two of us, so call me by my name."

No, you mustn't. That's taking things too far. But, "K-Kentooo," that name is too tempting to not have seeped through your moans. "Your tongue and fingersss, they're too much!"

His middle and forefinger pull and push inside your gushy walls, prompting more of your sweet cries to fill the blonde man's eardrums. "Is that so? Too much for you? Think you're gonna cum?"

You nod desperately with each question, your cunt clenching around his digits as if you were to snatch them off. But that would be impossible when he's playing with your pussy like a toy. Sweat starts to form on your forehead, your orgasm inching in closer and closer by the second.

And Nanami notices, resulting in him coming to your aid for release. His tongue goes back to lapping around clit, kissing and sucking on the bud while the tempo of his fingers increases.

Your climax hits you hard, having your body twitch and quiver as the inner walls of your slit contract around the digits scraping your velvety texture. You grab tufts of his blond hair, messing up its neat shape. But neither of you cares, too engulfed with each other to worry about the details. Tears form at the end of your eyes as you experience your high, and you try to steady your breathing when your professor withdrawals himself from you.

"Good job, sweet pea. Made a mess on my fingers." He praises you while undoing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his well-defined torso for your eyes to see. But the real prize is when he unzips his pants and pulls down his briefs, his erect cock out in the open for you to marvel at.

But before you could look at it with all its glory, the tip of his dick presses up against your cunt, sliding it up and down to warm you up before entry. The feeling of his shaft grinding on your folds and clit is enough to have chills travel down your spine.

"Alright, love, I'm gonna go slow for you, okay?" His chocolate brown eyes examine your face to give him a response. You nibble on your lip and brace yourself after confirming your cooperation. "If you want me to stop, let me know. So, take some breaths for me."

And with that, the blonde pushes his cock into you with every exhale you take, the twinge of pain making it difficult to focus. Yet you still pull through because you want this so fucking much. There's no turning back now. And when the tip of his cock finally nestles inside your vagina, a choked shriek departs from your lips.

Slowly, Nanami pushes himself into you, every inch of his cock venturing further into your welcoming, throbbing chasm. He brushes up against your sweet spots causing you to jerk up. Nanami coaxes you through it. "It's okay, darling. You're taking me so well."

Tears come streaming down when the base of his cock kisses your folds, your union now solidified. The blonde gives you a moment to get acclimated with his girth inside before he gradually instructs a patient pace of the hips.

"Mmmm, Kento. 'S so good..." You mewl into the air, your face feeling hot and sweaty. The slow rhythm of his ruts is tantalizing, but it feels so good having his length scrape your insides. "Pleaseee, go fasteeer—"

"Want it faster? Nnmmm, damn, I'll go faster, baby." When the moment is right, his thrusts quicken the cadence, provoking more blissful whimpers to fill the silent room.

Your hands find purchase on his back, your legs wrapping around his waist to cage him close to you. And Nanami takes the notion as a signal for him to dial up the speed, thrusting so deep into your pussy with an erratic tempo. Pelvis smacking hard on your slit and tender clit that it has you seeing stars.

"Hmmm, Ahh—Ahhhh! Ohhhh, fucking shit!" The harsh ruts to your lower half keep your ground to the table beneath you, sweat sticking your clothes to your back. The sounds of skin slapping each other are on par with your pornographic noises, having you feel indecent and shameful. But it's too late now.

"Hmmph! Oh, fuck," husky groans exit from Nanami, the man putting his forehead on yours. "You feel so good and tight around me, love. So close to—Ahhhh!! Shit, so close to cumming.."

You swallow the spit that secretes your mouth. "Haaaah, Kentoooo—" your eyes are shut to wholly focus on the commotion beneath you. Your sexes smacking each other, forcing you to clench around him with every thrust of the hips. "I'm about to—Nnnaaahh!! Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna cummm!"

He kisses your forehead. "You want to cum, sweet pea?"

"Yesssss, please, please, pleaseee!!" Begging for your release is all you can do as your mind turns into mush, the familiar sensation crawling back to haunt you.

He hushes your cries with his lips on yours, the final kiss filled with scorching passion while Nanami pistons a few thrusts plunging to your vulva.

Your orgasm washes over you again, and you moan blissfully into the blonde's mouth. Your gushy walls flutter around his member for the last time, coating it with your essence. And Nanami had to be quick not to sink too deep into the feeling, or else he'd spill his release into you. He removed himself from your lips and body, ejaculating his load onto your bare stomach, and you gasped at the contact of his fluids spilling on your exposed skin.

You look up to survey the man before you, and you're met with an image you never thought you'd see. Blonde hair that was once slicked neatly now had messy strands that framed his face beautifully. Sweat covered his sculpted physique, and hooded brown eyes examined your body under him.

Letting the silence calm the both of you down from your aftershocks, Nanami glances at your face and smiles. He brings a hand to cup your cheek, brushing off tears that painted your face.

"Glad to have you this semester. Have a good summer, darling."

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BAM! BAM!! BAM!!!

An abrupt sound has you stop writing on the entry, bringing you back to the present time.

It sounded like it came from the front door, so you stuff your diary into your bag and exit the room to find out who's causing all the ruckus. When you open the door, the first thing that enters your line of vision is pink hair.

Your friend, Yuuji Itadori.

"Yo!" He greets you. "Ready to go? I called up your phone like four times."

"Oh, you did? Sorry, I must've forgotten to put it back on vibrate after the exam." You move out of the way for Yuuji to enter your dorm, closing the door behind him. "My stuff is in my room. I got two suitcases, a duffel bag, and my backpack."

"Alright then, let's hurry and get out of here! Think we can take the freeway since it's late at night, and traffic should be gone by now."

Yuuji grabs your two suitcases and heads outside to put them inside the trunk of his car. You walk around to check and see if anything is missing or misplaced before heading to your room and grabbing the other bags.

Yet before you leave the space entirely, you grab your diary again and write your final thoughts.

...I don't know what possessed me to let what happened happen. But, at the same time, I don't hate it for happening? I don't know...it was probably the feelings of spring taking over me or the relief that I finished all my exams.

But one thing is for sure; if I wasn't the last person to leave that classroom, none of that would've happened. I wouldn't have experienced that new side of Professor Nanami.

And as long as this keeps between me and him, then I'm kinda glad that it happened.

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imaginespazzi · 3 months

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Here's To Eternity

Four times Paige brings up marriage and the one time Azzi finally says yes.

(In which an angst writer attempts to write fluff and it takes her far longer than it should have)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: mainly Fluff with a little bit of Angst

Words: 8K (I swear it was meant to be below 5K when I planned it)

TW: Implied sexual content, alcohol, swearing

A/N: Hello my lovelies <3. Gonna do this at the beginning instead of the end today. This took years off my life and I still don't fully love it but I'm tired of thinking about it so hopefully y'all still like it. Really quickly, I've never been to Minnesota or the state fair so if you have, pretend you do not see the likely factual inaccuracies. Also feel free to let me know what you don't like because as I've said, I don't really write fluff well so by all means call me out. And finally, I edited this I swear but I'm sure there are still mistakes, so let me know about those too. Anyways, I hope this is a good pre-game read and let's get another W!

i don’t know what love is (i’d learn for you)

The first time Paige says it, they’re at the Minnesota State Fair. It’s all the way back when they’re just two young girls learning each other, carefree and completely unaware that this will become a tradition. They’ve barely known each other but being with Azzi already feels easy, natural, like home. And she doesn’t really know how she knows it, it’s just a feeling really, but Paige is convinced that Azzi’s meant to be in her life forever.

They’ve been at the fair almost all day, with members of both of their families joining them here and there. Paige and Azzi had been competing at various arcade games all day, keeping a tally of who won which arcade game. They’d even turned going on rides into a competition of “who could hold in their screams the longest”. Their bickering, while endearing, had earned them more than a few fond eye rolls as their families eventually got bored of being third wheels and went on to find something more engaging.

They’d intentionally left the pop-a-shot, a basketball arcade game, til the very end, knowing it would be the ideal tie-breaker. And as the day comes to an end, they are in fact very much tied although Paige will tell you, that she didn’t actually scream on the Skyscraper; it had merely been a quiet whimper that Azzi was exaggerating the volume of. And Azzi will tell you that she deserved a re-do on the ring toss because it wasn’t her fault that the wind had decided to pick up on that very moment. Ultimately both of their arguments had fallen on deaf ears when they had appealed their cases to some very exasperated family members.

“Get ready to lose to the better shooter,” Paige gloats, rubbing her hands together in preparation to shoot. She’d lost two rounds of rock paper scissors to Azzi’s one, meaning she’d missed the chance to go second like she would have preferred but that hadn’t done much to deter her confidence.

“We’ll see,” Azzi scoffs, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms as she stands back a little bit to give Paige the space she needs.

Paige smirks at her friend as she shoots the ball, definitely showing off a little bit. The ball arcs in the air before swishing into the basket, all net and no rim. The blonde’s grin only widens as she repeats the motion, again and again and again. She gets eight of them in perfectly, the ninth hits the backboard but rolls in and then-

“You missed,” Azzi yells the minute the last ball is out of Paige’s hands and they both watch, one in excitement, the other in irritation, as the ball falls miserably far away from the net.

“That’s not fair,” Paige turns around immediately, “you distracted me. That doesn’t even count.”

“Nuh uh, we didn’t set a no distracting rule and I only said something after you released it. I already knew you were gonna miss,” Azzi counters gleefully.

“Bruh, how could you have possibly known that?”

“Because my basketball IQ is way beyond yours,” it’s Azzi’s turn to smirk as she bumps Paige in the hip, switching spots so she can take her turn.

“You’re still gonna lose. I made nine, you’re barely gonna make,” Paige pretends to think, “hmm maybe seven”

Azzi doesn’t respond, choosing instead to reply by immediately making her first basket. Her arc is perfect as always, the same shot Paige had been awed by when they’d been at camp for USA basketball. She makes the next and the next and the one after that until she’s at her 10th shot, ready to go a perfect 10 for 10 and beat Paige. Maybe it’s the competitiveness or maybe Paige has lost her goddamn mind, but she barely registers the next words that come out of her mouth.

“If you make the last shot, you have to marry me,” and it’s supposed to be a threat, a way to stop Azzi from making the last bucket and winning their silly little competition but it comes out giddy and breathless.

“What?” Azzi asks, eyes wide as she turns around to face Paige and well, she’s said them now, Paige might as well own them.

“You heard me,” Paige says, cocking her head, the arrogance in her voice a complete contrast to the rapid beating of her heart, “you make that shot, and we’re engaged. Or you don’t make it and you lose.”

Azzi’s eyes narrow, confusion melting away to a familiar fierceness. The thing is, she knows she could miss it if she wanted to but the thought of losing is somehow worse than being engaged at fourteen. She tries not to dwell on why that idea doesn’t seriously frighten her, telling herself it’s because there’s no way Paige will ever hold her to that. Taking a deep breath, Azzi lifts up her hands and shoots the ball.

Here’s the thing, Paige likes winning. She enjoys the effort that goes into getting a win and the satisfaction that follows after. But as the ball leaves Azzi’s hand, that same perfect arc, she thinks, maybe it would be okay if Azzi made this basket today. She thinks maybe it would be okay if she lost. Both girls wait with bated breath, as the ball hits the backboard and circles the rim. For a brief second, it seems like it might slide off the edge but it doesn’t. It falls into the net with a swish and Azzi wins.

The brunette lets out a squeal of happiness as the arcade game lights up with “WINNER”, doing a happy dance and flipping her hair. And Paige is so mesmerized by Azzi’s infectious happiness, the fact that she’s just lost ceases to mean anything. She doesn’t know what this feeling is, isn’t quite ready to understand it, but she knows it’s slowly creeping up her veins and consuming every part of her.

“What prize would you like honey,” the middle-aged woman running the booth asks, pointing to the assortment of gifts sitting in a booth next to the game. Azzi pulls a still-stunned Paige with her to get a closer look at the prizes, eyes roaming over all the fun things until they finally settle on one of them.

“I’ll take that packet of rings,” she gives Paige a devilish smirk, "I think I just got engaged.”

Paige gapes at Azzi while the woman fetches the packet of rings that Azzi had chosen. As far as fake jewelry goes, the rings are kind of atrocious. Huge colorful stones are placed haphazardly on a silver ring that looks like it might rust the next seconds. Azzi picks out a pink one and hands it to Paige, before holding out her hand. Still slightly dazed by everything, Paige does as she’s gestured to and slips the ring onto Azzi’s ring finger. And she’s sure she must be going insane because the ugly ring looks quite pretty on Azzi’s slender fingers.

“You better get me a real one eventually,” Azzi says and she’s joking, Paige knows that but she can’t help the part of her that takes it at face value, the part of her that subconsciously promises Azzi to get her a real one eventually. She’s only fifteen and she’s sure she doesn’t know what love is but standing here in the cool Minnesota summer breeze, getting fake engaged to a girl she feels like she’s known her whole life, Paige thinks, maybe she’d like to learn.

2. crossing boundaries (taking leaps of faith)

The second time Paige says it, they’ve crossed a line in their friendship and she kind of wants to cross a couple more. By this point, Paige is pretty sure she’s at least a little in love with her best friend. It had been okay when she’d first got to UConn, the distance between them allowing Paige to ignore her feelings that had become unbearably intense over the covid year she’d spent with the Fudds. And then the thing she’d worked her ass off to make happen had happened and Azzi had come to UConn. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy to have Azzi here. With her being injured for most of her sophomore season, there’s no one else Paige would have rather had by her side through it all. It was the playing platonic that drove her a little insane. Because somewhere between the arguing over nothing and the talking about everything, Azzi had stopped being her best friend and had become something more.

It all comes to a head during a mid-April night at Ted’s. They’re partially still in mourning for their national championship loss and so it’s not really a surprise that the team is perhaps a little freer with the alcohol than they normally are. It’s definitely the alcohol that has Paige seething in jealousy at Azzi nonchalantly flirting with some random girl who had had the nerve to buy the brunette a drink. And it’s definitely the alcohol that makes her march over angrily and squeeze herself between the two girls. But it might be a little much to blame the half a glass of spiked shirley Paige had had for the way she wraps her arms around Azzi’s waist, leaning into the younger girl’s personal space in a way that is decidedly not platonic.

“Hi love,” she whispers, blinking her eyes up at a rather confused Azzi, who despite said confusion, doesn’t push her away. Instead, Azzi’s arms circle around Paige’s neck. It’s muscle memory really. But now they’re far closer than appropriate for two best friends and Paige swears she can make out every detail on Azzi’s face. Her eyes fixate on Azzi’s throat as the darker-skinned girl swallows, a sign of nervous anticipation, and she fights the visceral urge to bite down on Azzi’s neck and leave a mark so permanent, no other girl would ever have the audacity to look at what’s hers.

“Oh, I didn’t know,” she hears the offending flirt say.

“Well now you do,” Paige replies before Azzi can respond, keeping her eyes focused on the girl in front of her, “she’s not interested.”

The sound of feet scurrying away makes Paige smirk. Azzi raises her eyes but doesn’t make a move to pull away.

“You looked like you needed help,” the blond lies blatantly, “and I’m nothing if not helpful.”

“Is that what you were doing? Trying to be helpful?” Azzi asks, a coy smile playing on her lips as she presses closer to Paige, “because I could have sworn you were jealous.”

Paige’s breath hitches as she focuses on the way Azzi says those words, the way her lips quirk and her eyes sparkle, because it’s not the alcohol this time, no she’s pretty damn sure Azzi’s flirting with her. The realization sets her heart ablaze and she grips Azzi’s waist even tighter, trying to find something stable to hold onto.

“And if- if I was- if I was jealous, then what?”

“I’d tell you, you didn’t really have a reason to be. She wasn’t really my type.”

“Yeah,” Paige can’t help but smirk, suddenly feeling a surge of confidence, “what is your type Azzi?”

Azzi hums, her shy smile a response in itself. They’re so close now, with their chests pressed up against each other, that Paige can hear the erratic thrum of Azzi’s heart beating. It’s comforting in a way, to know that she has the effect on Azzi too, that she’s the reason Azzi’s breathing is so uneven. Subconsciously, Paige leans in, eyes tracing the outline of Azzi’s lips, her entire body wracked with want.

“Azzi,” she whispers, knocking her forehead against the other girl’s, “tell me to stop.”

Anticipation burns against Paige’s skin, the feeling of finally racing through her body. She’s hypnotized by the way they seem to be breathing as one. Her eyes close of their own accord and she can almost feel the taste of Azzi’s lips when the brunette presses a gentle hand against her chest.

“Stop,” Azzi whispers.

Paige’s eyes fly open. Stung, she lets go of Azzi’s waist immediately, the tears ready to fall. She’d been so sure she’d read the moment right-

“Hey, hey no Paige wait,” Azzi scrambles to grab onto the blonde, fully aware of the panic that has settled into the other girl's bones, “I didn’t- I just- I didn’t mean it like that. I- fuck sorry, I don’t- I want-” she takes in a deep breath, her brain unable to speak her mind, “I want to kiss you, I do- I just don’t want our first kiss to be in front of all these people.”

The last part is a little mumbled but Paige hears it clear as day. She gapes at her best friend, not sure if she wants to shake her or jump her bones (both, definitely both).

“You couldn’t have just said that?” Paige asks exasperatedly, “I don’t really take rejection well in case you haven’t noticed.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I panicked, you were so close and I was distracted,” Azzi rambles incoherently and Paige is so ridiculously endeared by this girl.

“Azzi,” she says slowly, stepping back into the younger girl's space, and holding out a hand, “you wanna get out of here?”

She’s rewarded with a bright smile and Azzi grabbing her outstretched hand with no hesitation. As the two of them make their way through the crowd, hands locked together, Paige can’t think of a moment where she’s felt this ecstatic. They stumble through the street towards their apartments, giggling like kindergarteners who’ve just been given a sweet treat. After a year, longer, of holding it in, Paige feels like she’s finally free.

They’ve barely made it to Paige’s room, before she has Azzi pinned against the wall causing the younger girl to let out an audible gasp. It’s sinful the way she looks up at Paige, as if she’d do anything for her. And god Paige wants to find out just how much she can push that.

“Tell me to stop,” Paige repeats her words from the bar, her right thumb coming up to lightly caressing Azzi’s bottom lip. She’s giving her an out, a last chance before they cross a line in their friendship that they’ll never be able to uncross. But her words evoke a new fire in Azzi’s eyes and Paige just knows.

“Absolutely not.”

She’s not sure who kisses who first, doesn’t really care but she knows she’s never felt anything quite like this. It’s something beyond sparks, something more exciting, yet something ever so calming. All she knows is she wants more. Her hands roam everywhere, moving from Azzi’s neck, to her arms, to her hips before moving even lower. And Azzi fucking whimpers, the sound of it causing Paige to press even harder against her. She pulls away and Azzi chases her lips for a second, before Paige attaches them to the younger girl’s neck instead.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this,” Paige manages to get out, biting against Azzi’s skin. She means to be soft, she really does but all she can think about is leaving a mark, a possessive bruise that would make sure everyone knew not to touch what was hers.

“Not longer than me,” Azzi’s hands are tangled in Paige's hair and she’s putty in the older girl’s hand. Paige could ask anything of her, and Azzi’s sure, she’d give it to her in a heartbeat.

“I’m gonna make it worth the wait,” Paige pants, moving away from the brunette’s neck to kiss her again, “I promise.”

“Gonna show me what the hype is about?” Azzi says cheekily, as Paige pulls her onto the bed. She climbs on top of the blond, straddling her thighs.

“Gonna show you even better,” Paige whispers and Azzi shivers at the promise in her voice. And then Paige’s lips her on hers again, desperate and impatient. Her hands work meticulously as she unbuttons Azzi’s blouse, leaving the young girl’s upper body bare. Azzi can't help the insecurity that creeps into her when Paige stares at her like that, like she’s seeing her for the first time.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Paige says, erasing away the doubt, “fuck, marry me.”

Paige doesn’t know why that slips out, doesn’t know why it rolls off her tongue so smoothly, doesn’t know why it doesn’t feel like a completely preposterous thing to say at the moment.

“You say that to all your hookups?” Azzi asks slowly. It’s said light-heartedly enough but the hints of doubt aren’t hard to catch. In one swift motion, Paige flips them so that Azzi’s lying underneath her. Using her elbows, she hovers over the younger girl, making sure she can see the sincerity in her eyes.

“No, no I don't. And you,” she says pointedly, needing Azzi to understand how she feels, “are not a hookup.”

Azzi smiles, arms wrapping around Paige’s neck, “maybe take me out on a date first and then we can talk about marriage.”

“Yeah, yeah I will but,” Paige grins devilishly, fingers dancing around the waistband of Azzi’s jeans, “I think I’ll fuck you first.

3. on the brink of destruction (maybe you’ll catch me)

The third time Paige says it, she’s desperately trying to save them from falling apart. They’ve always known this moment would come, known it even before they’d known each other. To play in the WNBA had always been the end-goal for both of them and it should be the happiest moment of their lives with both of them being guaranteed first-round picks who were likely to make a roster. But the whole thing comes with the caveat, that for the first time in almost four years, Paige and Azzi will have to learn to live apart from each other.

Paige hadn’t even considered that it would mean they’d have to break up. The whole season, despite a thousand and one conversations about the draft, the idea hadn’t once been brought up. Long distance would be difficult, Paige knew that, but she’d figured they’d tackle it in the same way they’d faced everything else: together. Apparently Azzi thought differently. Apparently Azzi had been thinking about it for a while and last night, when she’d finally said the words out loud, Paige’s whole world had fallen off balance. She’d tried interrupting but once Azzi had her mind set on something, it was hard to deter her.

It’s been less than 24 hours since and KK and Ice have done everything in their power to distract her but Paige can’t stop thinking about it. If she hadn’t known Azzi for as long as she had, then maybe she would have believed the façade of coldness and practicality that her girlfriend had put on. She had spoken as if she was negotiating the end of a contract, her face set firmly on neutral. But Paige had seen the way she was fidgeting uncontrollably with the hem of her shirt, heard the little crack in her voice when she’d said the actual words out loud.

“Was she at breakfast?” Paige asks, interrupting whatever spiel KK had been going on. The sophomore gives her a look that veers between irritation and sympathy.

“Dude, we weren’t even at breakfast. We ate with you up here, remember?”

“Right,” Paige says, mindlessly thumbing at her sheets. She’s in unfamiliar territory, trying to navigate a world without Azzi. She can’t even remember the last morning she’d had that didn’t start with some form of communication with her girlfriend, a good morning kiss or a text or a call.

“Y’all are being stupid,” Ice supplies unhelpfully.

“Don’t even start,” Paige quips back defensively, “I didn’t do anything.”

“Maybe that’s the issue,” KK’s report is met with a well-aimed pillow in her direction.

“Can you guys maybe just take my side for once please?”

“Children of divorce don’t choose sides,” Ice says solemnly. She has the foresight to duck and Paige’s water bottle hits the wall with a resounding thud, “aye no violence.”

“Fuck off and go away,” Paige groans, burying her face in her hands.

“This is literally my room,” Ice replies and KK snickers.

“I’m so glad my misery amuses you guys.”

Before either of the two underclassmen can reply, a familiar voice resounds around the room and Paige’s heart almost beats out of her chest. It’s been less than 24 hours but fuck, she’s missed the sound of it.

“Ice do you have- oh.”

“Hi Azzi,” KK says enthusiastically and Paige can already picture the forced smile Azzi gives her. She hates that stupid smile.

“Hey KK. I- uh, Ice I was looking for the necklace you borrowed. I- uh wanted to wear it with my dress for the draft, but umm- it’s- it’s fine. I’ll come back later.”

Paige scoffs, suddenly annoyed. She lifts her head from her hands and Azzi’s already looking at her but the minute their eyes meet, she looks away. It only irritates Paige further.

“It’s fine Az. I can get it for you now,” Ice says, hopping up and rummaging through one of her.

“No it’s fine, I should go. I have to go do…something.”

“You’re such a fucking liar,” Paige says before she can stop herself. The awkwardness in the air changes to a sinister tension. KK and Ice wear identical expressions of shock and worry, looking back and forth between Paige and Azzi.

“Excuse me?” Azzi says eyes narrowing dangerously.

“All that bullshit you said last night. You said we’d still be friends. You said it’d be like we used to be before. You said things wouldn’t change that much and this would be for the better. You said we’d be fine. But fucking hell Azzi, you can’t even stand to be in the same room as me right now,” tears prickle in her eyes and she can’t tell if they’re from anger or pain or frustration.

“I-It will be okay. We’ll be fine, eventually,” Azzi pauses, struggling to get the words out, “I just- we just- we need time to learn how to be just friends again.”

“I don’t want to be just friends Azzi,” Paige spits.

“Neither do I,” Azzi bursts out, hands clenching, “but we have to try.”

“Oh-kay,” KK cuts in, noticing the rise in voices, “just because Ice and I call ourselves children of divorce, doesn’t mean y’all have to act like an actual divorced couple. All this yelling is not good for my heart.”

“Shut up KK,” they snap at the same time, and KK immediately raises her hands in surrender.

“Why,” Paige turns her attention back to Azzi, “why do we have to try? You don’t want to be just friends. I sure as shit don’t want to be just friends. So what’s the fucking point? When neither of us want this, why are we fucking doing this?”

“Because I’m scared okay?” Azzi yells, her eyes widening as the truth slips out. She immediately cups her mouth, her anger fading away. Tears pool at the corner of her eyes, as emotions she’d been trying so hard to push down, bubble to the surface. She sees the way Paige eyes soften, can feel the sympathy in the way KK and Ice are looking at her, but before any of them can say anything, her feet are moving, desperate to get away from them, from Paige.

“Paige,” Ice hisses when the blond stays rooted in place, “move.”

It does the trick, shaking Paige out of her trance. She doesn’t need to be told twice. When she gets to Azzi’s room, she stops outside the door. The goal is to fix things but she’s so scared of damaging them further. Taking a deep breath, she lets herself in and is unsurprised to find Azzi pacing the length of the room.

“You have ‘got to stop running away from me. I’m not as young as I used to be,” Paige jokes. She’s not expecting a smile in return, the situation is far too tense, but when Azzi looks at her with nothing but sadness, all the humour leaves her body.

“Please leave me alone,” Azzi whispers, “please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“You’re the one making this harder Az. We don’t have to do this,” Paige takes a step forward, groaning when Azzi immediately takes a step back.

“We do because otherwise we’re gonna fall apart. You don’t see it but we’re gonna end up resenting each other because we miss each other so much,” Azzi says miserably, the tears freely falling now.

“You think I’ll miss you less if you’re not my girlfriend? You think breaking up is going to stop us from falling apart?” Paige asks incredulously, “you know you’ve had some stupid ideas before Azzi, but this, this one might be the dumbest yet.”

“Well, do you have a better one?” Azzi asks, throwing her hands in the air.

“Yes, let’s just get married instead! Then we’ll have to be stuck with each other for life and you can stop trying to break up with me,” and maybe it’s somewhat of an irrational thing to say but Paige finds that she means it.

“Paige,” Azzi grits out, “this is serious.”

“I’m being dead serious right now actually.”

“Marriage is not going to stop us from being drafted to different teams. It’s not gonna stop us from having to live in different states.”

“Neither is breaking up,” Paige yells. Frustrated, she marches over to Azzi, encircling her arms around the other girl who immediately struggles against Paige's hold but the blonde is in no mood to let this, whatever it is, go on any further.

“Let me go-”

“No. It’s my turn to talk okay,” Paige says, tightening her grip, “get this through your head, we are not breaking up.”

She pinches Azzi’s waist when the younger girl tries to protest. Her girlfriend is nothing if not stubborn but so is Paige.

“You know I barely slept last night? I’ve been so fucking miserable all day. I’ve spent every minute thinking about you, every minute missing you. And if we do this, that feeling of missing you and knowing I can’t have you, is how I’m going to feel for the rest of my life. And that, that might kill me. I know you think it’ll be easier being friends or whatever but I can’t do that Azzi. I can’t be your friend. I can’t be near you and not kiss you. I can’t call you and not tell you I love you,” Paige’s voice breaks near the end as tears begin to stream down her face.

“I’m scared. I’m so scared. I don’t want to lose you,” Azzi confesses in a whisper and it’s heartbreaking how vulnerable the darker-skinned girl sounds.

“Then don’t. Keep me and let me keep you. I know you're scared baby but,” Paige presses her forehead against Azzi’s, “but trust me Azzi, we’ll make it work okay. I need you to believe that. I need you to believe in us. Please Azzi, please.”

Azzi closes her eyes and Paige can almost see the cogs turning in her brain. Waiting for a decision is excruciating and the silence feels deafening as Paige’s intrusive thoughts drive her a little insane.

“Okay,” Azzi breathes out finally, “okay we’ll try it your way. But if it doesn’t work-”

“It’s going to work,” Paige says determinedly. And finally, Azzi smiles, the real one that Paige loves.

“It’s going to work,” she repeats back, leaning up to kiss Paige and letting out an ungraceful squawk when Paige dodges her lips, “excuse me.”

“You don’t get a kiss,” the older girl replies, moving out of reach and crossing her arms, “you just tried to break up with me. Twice.”

“I’m sorry,” Azzi whines, “please, I haven’t kissed you for hours.”

“And whose fault is that?” Paige accuses but there’s no true anger behind her words.

Azzi pouts for a second before it’s replaced by a mischievous smirk. Before Paige can react, she jumps onto the blond, wrapping her arms around Paige’s neck. The impact of it causes Paige to stumble back a little bit before her hands settle on Azzi's hips to keep them both stable.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Azzi babbles, kissing every inch of Paige’s face.

“Okay, okay, okay, you’re forgiven.” Paige laughs. She’s never been particularly good at staying mad at Azzi. The knot in her chest, which’s been pressing against her ribcage since last night, finally unravels as Paige tugs Azzi closer, finally pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss. A low wolf-whistle from the doorway breaks them apart far sooner than they’d have liked.

“Y’all didn’t even last a whole 24 hours,” KK’s voice is amused but there’s a hint of relief hidden in it.

“Should’ve closed the fucking door,” Paige grumbles as Azzi giggles into the crevice between her head and her neck.

“That’s gotta be a record for shortest breakup ever or something,” and there’s Ice, looking equally as amused.

“You know what that means though, parents are back together and,” KK smirks at Ice and Paige looks between the two of them questioningly, “you owe me 50 bucks.”

“Excuse me?” Paige asks with a raised eyebrow, although she’s pretty sure she already knows.

“Ice said y’all would be broken up for a week. I gave y’all three days,” KK grins triumphantly, despite Ice giving her a dirty look.

“I can’t believe you guys would bet on us,” Azzi shakes her head disapprovingly as she lifts her head, “actually no scratch that. I’m not surprised at all.”

“We were too generous with it though,” Ice gives them a knowing look, “can’t believe y’all thought you could survive for years.”

“Not y’all,” Paige corrects, “just Azzi.”

Azzi groans, “you’re never gonna let me forget this are you?”

“Nope,” Paige says happily, pressing a kiss to Azzi’s temple, who immediately grins. And everything in the world is right again. It’s not going to be easy being god knows how many miles apart, but Paige knows they’ll be fine. They have to be. She won’t let them be anything else.

4. the high of it all (as long as you hold me)

The fourth time she says it, Paige doesn’t even fully remember it the day after. She won’t find out exactly what she’s said until a couple of years into the future when Azzi tells her the story with a fond look in her eye. It’s a month or so into their rookie seasons when their respective teams meet: the Lynx vs the Mystics, funny how that had worked out. So far, they’d both been doing well, locked in a competitive race for rookie of the year. As a result, their matchup is well-hyped, but no one’s more excited for it, than the two of them.

The game ends with the Lynx winning and Paige shoots Azzi a victorious smirk which earns her a familiar eye roll. She loves winning always but this time there’s the additional reward of having her girlfriend back in her bed for the first time in weeks. The anticipation of it has her running her tongue across her lips, and with the way Azzi’s eyes glaze over, it’s clear they’re thinking the same thing.

A couple of hours later, the Lynx team is spread out across one of the bars near their arena and Paige is definitely teetering on the edge of being drunk. She’d been a lot more reserved the other couple of times they’d done this, not wanting to take the chance of potentially embarrassing herself in front of her older teammates. But she feels freer tonight and the reason for it hasn't walked in yet.

“You two haven’t changed at all huh?” Dorka laughs, as she watches Paige pouting at the door.

“Hey,” Paige whines, “I haven’t seen her in months! And now she’s taking too long.”

“One month,” Dorka corrects, shaking her head fondly, “and you talk to her every other hour.”

“Same differ-”

“Hi,” an unfamiliar voice cuts Paige off, an auburn haired girl sliding into the stool next to her, “you’re Paige Bueckers?”

“Last time I checked,” Paige replies goofily, eyes still fixed on the front door.

“I’m Shay. I’m a huge fan,” the stranger gushes, her smile radiant, “could I maybe get a picture?”

Never one to disappoint, especially not when she’s a little out of it, Paige nods. She wraps her arm casually around Shay’s shoulder, and makes a peace sign with her other hand as the other girl takes a selfie.

“Thank you,” Shay takes a deep breath, “I uh, I was wondering if I could maybe get your num-”

“Babyyyyyy,” Paige lets out a shrill squeak as she spots her girlfriend finally entering the door. All else seems to fade away as the blonde practically skips towards her girlfriend. Dorka, who’d been watching the previous exchange, can’t help but give a very shell-shocked-looking Shay a sympathetic smile.

“Hi babyyyy,” Paige croons again as she throws her arms around her girlfriend's neck, burying her face contentedly into Azzi’s neck. It doesn’t matter that she’s an inch or so taller than the younger girl, she fits in Azzi’s arms pretty perfectly.

“Hi drunkie,” Azzi says fondly, brushing her hands through Paige’s hair and eliciting a happy sigh from the inebriated blond in her arms, “started without me I see.”

“You took too long and I was bored,” Paige says, snuggling further, her breath tickling against Azzi’s collarbone, making the younger girl’s breath hitch. Smirking, Paige bites down gently, knowing the exact effect it’ll have. Almost five years together, and the idea of marking her girlfriend still drives her a little insane.

“Behave,” Azzi warns, her voice breathy, “we’re in public.”

“Then let’s get out of public,” Paige whispers as she caresses the mark she’s just left on Azzi’s throat with her tongue, clearly proud of her handiwork, “let me take you home.”

“I just got here babe,” it’s a weak response, they both know it.

“So what?”

“I-,” Azzi stutters as Paige continues to pepper kisses into her neck, one of her hands sliding down to brush against Azzi’s exposed navel, “I haven’t even said hi to anyone else.”

“Are you here for anyone else? Or are you here for me?”

It’s a blur how it happens, but one minute Paige is tucked under Azzi’s arms, the next Azzi finds herself pressed against the bar, Paige's hands barricading her. It's too dimly lit for anyone to be fully aware of what’s going on but Azzi desperately tries to stifle a moan when Paige shifts so that she’s filthily grinding against one of Azzi’s thighs, lips still attached to her neck.

“Gonna make you feel so good baby. Gonna give you whatever you want. Gonna give you everything you need,” the blond promises, knowing, when Azzi’s eyes involuntarily close, that she’s close to getting what she wants, “just let me take you home.”

“Azzi!” The feeling of getting her way is short lived as Dorka’s voice echoes around them. Paige groans as her girlfriend’s eyes immediately fly open and she ducks under Paige arms to hug their old UConn teammate.

As the two other girls meet, Paige downs another drink, mumbling about “fucking Hungarians.”

“Ignore her,” Azzi rolls her eyes, still hugging Dorka, who lets out a laugh.

“Alright that’s enough,” Paige frowns, pulling Azzi back into her so that her back is pressed against Paige’s chest, “go find your own Azzi to hug, this one’s mine and we’re leaving.”

Sober Paige does not get testy when Azzi hugs other people, especially not old teammates and friends, well not a lot anyway. But drunk Paige doesn’t like sharing her girlfriend, no matter how platonically that is.

“Always so possessive Bueckers,” Dorka teases, but she complies “it was good seeing you Az. Don’t be late to practice Paige.”

The blond point guard lets out a satisfied sigh, lacing her hands with Azzi’s, “see you’ve met people, now can we please go?”

“I’ve met one person,” Azzi rolls her eyes but doesn’t put up a fight as her girlfriend begins to pull her out of the bar.

The uber ride back to Paige’s apartment is relatively silent with Paige tucking herself into Azzi, who can tell that despite her previous eagerness, her girlfriend is pretty likely to pass out the minute she lies down. It doesn’t matter really. Cuddles. Sex. Whatever. As long as it’s with Paige, Azzi loves every minute of it. Besides, there’s always tomorrow morning.

“M’sorry, m’so tired,” Paige mumbles as she does exactly what Azzi had expected by flopping onto the bed the minute they tumble into the bedroom, “make it up to you tomorrow. I promise.”

The brunette shakes her head with a smile, taking both their shoes off, before lying down next to her girlfriend, who immediately curls into her, wrapping her arms around Azzi’s torso.

“I’m glad you’re here. I missed you,” she whispers into Azzi’s skin, eyes closed.

“Missed you too baby,” the darker skinned girl pressed a kiss onto her girlfriend’s forehead, squeezing her arm gently.

There’s a pause and for a second Azzi thinks maybe Paige has fallen asleep until the next words come out her mouth and steal Azzi’s breath away.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Paige confesses in a whisper, “you’re gonna make the prettiest bride. We’re gonna have such a beautiful wedding. Outside. Maybe on a basketball court. And Coach is gonna officiate it and everyone’s gonna be there. Our family, our friends and it’s gonna be wonderful. The best ever.”

Azzi can’t bring herself to speak, the emotions suddenly becoming a little too strong. She knows Paige is drunk but the words are so sincere, like they’re things Paige has been thinking about for a long time.

“Gonna have two kids,” Paige smiles as she continues to babble, unaware of the effect that has on Azzi, “a girl and a boy. They’re gonna be the most loved kids in the world. And we’re gonna teach them basketball. And they’re gonna be perfect, just like you. Just like us.”

In the silence, Azzi listens to Paige’s breathing even out, a sign that the older girl has drifted into sleep. And she lets herself imagine the picture Paige had just painted for her. As she holds her girlfriend closer to her, she knows she wants that life too. The wedding. The kids. The perfection of it all. She falls asleep dreaming about it, unaware that hidden in the drawer right next to her, is a ring that has her name on it.

5. finding forever (the inevitability of us)

When Paige finally proposes, they’re back at the Minnesota State Fair. She’s had the ring for a couple of years now, waiting for things to fall into place so that they could finally play on the same team and actually be together. That hadn’t been an easy process and of course, they’d argued about it, perhaps going a little too far at times. But now, when she finally gets to wake up to Azzi’s peaceful sleepy smile, every single morning, it all seems worth it.

The proposal, if Paige is honest, is just a formality. In her head, she’s been a married woman for a long time. Whatever ceremony they’d have, whatever papers they’d sign, wouldn’t do much to alter their already domestic lives. But she wanted that celebration, the moment with her family and friends where they’d become bound in the one way they weren’t yet: legally. And this proposal was the start of that.

The list of ideas she’d planned out and discussed with their family and friends was long and had earned her plenty of sighs and eye rolls. Nothing had seemed quite right until she’d whined about it to both their mothers. They’d said to go back to the beginning and it had all clicked into place.

As they have every year since they’d started coming to the state fair together, they’re engaged in a competition again. Every year, they get a little bit more competitive and every year their families' sighs get a little heavier. Something about it, makes the two of them reverse back to being fifteen. The ridiculous trash talk, the sticking their tongues out at each other, the exaggerated pouting when they lose, it’s all further proof of them still being children at heart. Except now, when Azzi pouts, Paige gets to kiss it off.

They’re tied again this summer, as they seem to be most years. Though this year, there’s been a little bit of planning on Paige’s part.

“Pop-a-shot it is,” Azzi sighs, “even though you absolutely cheated on that last hole in mini golf,” she turns to their families, who normally would have left by now but have stayed back today, with a dramatic spin, “and I can’t believe you all saw it, but you’re taking her side.”

“Not me Azzi, I’m on your side. I know she cheated,” Drew, the traitor, chirps with a smirk and Paige glares at her little brother whose loyalty to her girlfriend never wavers.

“Thank you Drew. The only person who loves me for real,” Azzi puts one hand to her heart, and ruffles the younger boy’s with the other.

“Save the dramatics for when you lose babe,” Paige says, rolling her eyes, “alright rock paper scissors.”

They play best of three as they always do. Paige wins the first round. Azzi wins the second. There’s momentary panic when Azzi technically wins the third because well, Paige sort of needs to be in control if this is going to work. The thing is Azzi likes to mix up whether she’ll choose to go first or second, according to her it keeps Paige on her toes. But today Paige really needs her girlfriend to go second.

“Oh Az no cheating,” Tim cuts in, coming to the rescue, “you waited to see what she’d do.”

“WHAT?” Azzi squeals, “I absolutely did not.”

“Oh honey, I think you did,” Katie sends Paige a wink and she can’t help but smile at the family she’s found.

“You’re not serious,” Azzi says with a betrayed voice, squinting at her parents, before turning to Paige’s mom, who gives her a consoling pat, “please adopt me.”

“Oh quit whining cheater,” Paige teases, “I’m going first.”

She steps up to the line for the game, feeling more nervous than she ever has really because this is it. There isn’t really a world in which she thinks Azzi will say no, at least not one where Paige continues breathing after. But she needs this to be perfect. Bouncing the ball for a second, she takes in a deep breath before raising her arms and shooting. It goes in, barely touching the room. So does the next. And the next one and the next one, until Paige has gotten nine shots in.

As she goes to shoot the last one, Azzi's voice echoes around her, “miss it for me babe.”

And she does. It’s probably one of the weakest shot’s she’s ever taken in her life, the ball falling far below the basket. Behind her, she can hear their brother’s snickering.

“Damn someone should send that to Coach,” Azzi teases, hip-checking Paige as she comes to take her spot, “better luck next time baby.”

“Yeah, yeah let’s see you do better,” Paige replies cockily, but her hands are sweating with nerves.

“Oh you know I will,” her girlfriend responds with a grin, as she makes the first basket, that same perfect arc as always. Paige holds her breath on every shot, as the ball goes in flawlessly every time, their families cheering loudly for each one of them. As the last basket gets closer, Drew gives Paige’s hand a tight squeeze and gets a grateful smile in return.

Taking a deep breath, as Azzi gets ready to take her last turn, Paige repeats the same words she’d said, the first time they’d been in this situation, “if you make the last shot, you have to marry me.”

“What?” Azzi whips around immediately, her eyes bright with confusion. Tongue-tied, Paige only shrugs and smiles, watching closely as Azzi lets the words sink in. A determined look crosses her face, followed by a mischievous smirk, and Paige’s heart swells. She knows the ball is going in the hoop even before the other girl's arms are in shooting position. And she’s right. The ball arcs in air and falls through the basket. And instead of the patent WINNER that normally lights up when someone makes the 10 shots, a new phrase appears on the dashboard.

MARRY ME

Azzi gasps, hands flying to her mouth. When she whirls around, Paige is already on one knee and their families are watching with the biggest smiles.

“I knew you lost on purpose,” Azzi breathes out, “you’ve never taken such a shit shot like that last one in your life.”

“Seriously,” Paige gapes up at her, “that’s what you get from this.”

“Babe, you hate losing,” Azzi emphasizes as if that explains everything and well, maybe it does.

“Yeah, yeah I do,” Paige nods, reaching in her back pocket to pull out the ring, “but if you say yes to me today, then it doesn’t matter if I win or lose in a stupid arcade game, or on the court or anywhere, if you say yes Azzi, no matter what, I’ll always be a winner because I’ll have you. And I had a slightly better, slightly longer speech planned but it’s kinda all gone from my mind now, so I’ll just get right to it,” she manages a watery smile in response to her girlfriend’s tearful laugh, “Azzi, my soulmate and the love of my life, will you marry me?”

“Yes. Oh my god yes, of course, yes,” Azzi manages to get out, before she falls to her knees and into Paige’s arms, pressing her lips fervently against the blonde’s, their happy tears mixing into each other. Behind them, their families burst into cheers, hugging one another in congratulations.

“Wait, wait,” Paige pulls away, her smile stretching across her whole face, “I need to put the ring on you.”

She opens the ring box, to reveal a silver band that’s designed with a large diamond in the shape of a heart in the middle with two infinity shapes made out of smaller diamonds on each side of the heart. Azzi holds out her hand, eyes shining as Paige slips it onto her ring finger. It sparkles underneath the glow of the moonlight.

“You finally got me a real one,” she whispers, continuing to admire the ring, “fuck, Paige it’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, yeah it took me a couple of years but I always knew I would. Look at the inside,” Paige nudges and Azzi squints to see the inscription on the inner edge of the ring.

Since Always

The meaning of it is clear and Azzi lets out something in between a sob and a laugh before throwing herself back into Paige’s waiting arms.

“I love you,” she whispers into her girlfriend’s, no, her fiance’s ears, “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

Paige’s arms tighten around Azz as she repeats it back, the word wife, evoking a newfound feeling she doesn’t quite know how to put in words. Their families begin to crowd them, until they’re all just a heap of bodies, likely earning some odd looks from passers-by. But it really doesn’t matter. It’s odd to think there had ever been a time when Paige had stood in this same cool Minnesota summer evening breeze and not know what love was, not known who Azzi was. Because this right here, with her fiancé in her arms, and their family all around them, this, she thinks, is the definition of love.

#pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #wcbb

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rabbitsrams · 8 months

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Stupid sweet domestic schlatt hcs NOW! 😤

please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

YES this is my fav thing ever🥺🥺i'm gonna make a little spin on it by adding y'all living together for the first time!!!

♡ moving into an apartment together

♡ this is yours and his first time living with a partner and it's a bit nerve-wracking but also very exciting!

♡ schlatt was the one who asked you to move in with him but you also were thinking about possibly living with him

♡ you have been together for about a year and a half at this point

♡ decorating the house with things from yours and schlatt's previous places

♡ it's a nice little blend of both you and schlatt <3

♡ you guys have a whole shelf filled with little knick-knacks, books, albums and more of yours and of schlatts! it's in the living room by the tv <3

♡ the cats and any pet(s) you may have all have their own little areas with food, toys, trees, etc.

♡ your bedroom has the two little bedside things for you and schlatt, chock full of your essentials

♡ the bathroom has your respective toothbrushes, toothpastes, face wash, etc. on either side of the sink

♡ can you tell i've played unpacking

♡ doing chores together/dividing the work

♡ putting on music as you clean/cook/etc. and dancing like absolute dorks

♡ also cooking for each other and together!! so you don't order from delivery apps all the time lol

♡ okay this is gonna make me sound like a dork but... i would LOVE to go grocery shopping w/ schlatt.

♡ like idk, buying shit you both need together, unloading the car then putting everything away together? i need😭

♡ also doing your morning routines together or it overlapping!!!!!!

♡ you and schlatt making sure you have everything you need + also you eat before going to work/going out for the day

♡ you have a shared office where one side schlatt records/streams/edits/etc. while the other side you do work for your job

♡ the pets have their own little trees/areas where they chill if they want to keep you guys company

♡ you coming into the office while schlatt's working to bring him food if he hasn't eaten

♡ his twitch chat LOVES you.

♡ they love when you come in to say hi or bring him smthn and beg him to bring you onto the stream

♡ on occasion you do come on stream or during recordings and he loves it bc he loves showing you off

♡ but you try to keep it to a minimum since you want more privacy lol

♡ making a couple of vlogs on the schlagg channel of some domestic stuff (cooking a new recipe, setup tour ft. your desk, etc.)

♡ you becoming his cameraperson for those vlogs when he goes out

if yall want a part 2 please lmk i will write 100 of these i love them sm

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt headcanons #schlatt x reader #schlatt hcs #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt imagine #schlatt fanfic

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horrorjunki3 · 1 year

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Texas chainsaw massacre slashers with a trans boyfriend

Warnings: NSFW, discussion of the female body, dysforica, Canon typical violence, fluff

I'm tagging @maxthompsonjrmalewife because I made reference to there work!:)

Drayton sawyer

Gay panic -> that's it the moment Nubbins brings you in -> I feel like his brothers see this reaction and decide to keep you alive

His such a simp for you, he just loves his boyfriend so much!!

He will never misgender you but he doesn't 100% understand being trans so you might have to explain it

His very responsible so he will always know how long you've Been binding and after care for taping his on it!

His so sweet when you need to do injections he'll coo at you and call you handsome -> he mainly calls you pretty boy or baby boy

Nsfw

His brain shuts down whenever you initiate something -> he has a pretty low sex drive but w his boyfriend doing hormons he probably gets more action then he ever has

Calls you a minx for distracting him from the saw but God your lips feel so good around his cock

He doesn't care If he tops or bottoms as long as you are both having a good time

He gets riled up whenever your walk around in your boxes and a binder - checks you out and can't help wanna fuck on the kitchen table or while his cooking

Chop top sawyer

His loves his trans bf soo much! finds it so hot -> I generally believe chop loves people who are different, unique and unapologetically themselves!

He isn't good at remembering when you starting binding

His pretty good with trans inclusive language

Loves giving you pride pins and stuff

Also shows you off to victims -> lord have mercy if you get misgendered at all in this house all the Sawyers won't have it.

He absolutely loves helping you with injections he probably did some first aid in the war so his pretty good at it -> gives you a kiss everytime it's finnished

If you use Gel this guys a pain he'll always wanna grope you so he gets excess GEL on him and doesn't see the issue

If you ever get dysforia he likes to nest in your shared room with music and lots of cuddles for you! Telling you how handsome you are and how much he loves you

He gets so excited whenever there's development in your transition!

Totally write songs about you being the prettiest boy everr

NSFW Headcannons

Chop loves the contrast between your masculine and Feminine traits

Loves your T dick sooo much! This man would suck you off everyday if he could -> somedays he won't let you leave the beg until your crying and begging from Cummings so much

He a top, and prefers fucking you but as long as his cocks in you he doesn't care who's more Dom or submissive

Loves loves loves cockwarming you, your so warm and wet and your little cocks begging for him to touch it!

Loves if you get more horny when on T -> y'all are fucking like rabbits and he loves every second of it -> bends you over every table and fucks you silly

If you get morning wood omfg this man will gladly give you head of a morning -> infact he will beg to please morsel can he? Your so hard and he just wants to taste you

Nubbins sawyer

This man's so feral for you and is a Stuttering mess

Loves taking photos of you -> loves documenting your transition!!

He becomes a mess everytime you do something 'masculine' -> his attracted to masculinity so if you pick up something heavy or him his a mess!

He can't help you with injections because his hands shake alot -> he does however old ur hand and give you a lil kiss. "No Nubbins you can't have any Gel" -> "No what why are you trying to eat it?!"

His fave part of you is your arms like doesn't matter if they're skinny, muscular or plump he loves them -> loves being held by his boyfriend

He steals all your clothes!!

If you get dysforia he'll drag you off to the house and coo at you -> does all your chores and gets you whatever you need

I feel like all the Sawyer siblings gender you correctly and it's such a safe place for you! No one bat's an eye when you take your shirt off or your not binding -> your a men to all of them and they love you dearly

NSFW Headcannons

He doesn't care If his top or bottom -> nor does he care of him domming or subbing definition of a switch

Regardless of if his fucking you his a moaning mess

If his in a more dominant mood he loves you sucking his dick so much, you look so handsome on your knees for him

He loves you dominating him, his a good boy and you make him feel so good

He totally calls you daddy you can't change my mind

Loves your ass so much! Will bite it and lives fucking you from behind it's such a pretty view can't help but whine and cum over and over

Bubba sawyer

You being trans most likely saves your life -> bubba found someone like them!!

T4T relationship 🥰

They let you wear any of they're clothes!

He adores his trans partner! Feels so connected and comfortable w you like you understand them!

They're very good at helping with shots and aren't a pain in the ass when it comes to Gel like there brothers

Squeals when there's developments in your transition and gives you the biggest bear hug!

I saw a headcannon about this here it is and the artwork (not mine someone else's but it's sooo good!!) That Thomas and Bubba will make binders out of human skin for they're trans S/O and yeah that is cannon idc what anyone says it's cannon

Of you get dysforus bubba gives you one of there shirts -> it's baggy and makes a great dysforia jumper! They will pull you into there lap and run circles on your thighs your so handsome! They just wanna make you feel better!

Loves when you do a stereotypical boyfriend thing to them like bringing flowers! It's so gender affirming for you and them!

NSFW

They love your chest it doesn't matter what size, shape, small large or post surgery -> they'll love it and pamper your chest with kissed and hickies

Don't care If they're top or bottom but he is more submissive

Another one that loves your T dick -> they legit moan whenever they see it please say they can suck it? Please?

They're so gender reaffirming in bed! And always check on you it's soo cute

Please femininise them in bed they love it, makes them feel so pretty!

Loves when you fuck them -> they're such a slut for your cock it's not even funny

They're sex drive isn't to high but they love making there S/O cum so they have no problem with keeping up with you

They prefer slower more sensual sex -> it makes him feel so loved

#slasher simp #slasher x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #robert sawyer #chop top x reader #bubba sawyer #nubbins x reader #leatherface x reader #bubba saywer x reader #drayton sawyer x reader #drayton sawyer #slashers x ftm reader

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year

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All Up In Your Mind (Dom!Shinso x sub!Black!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"I'm just tryin' to figure out how I'm gonna make you cum tonight."

Pairing: Dom!Shinsho Hitoshi x sub!Black!Reader

Synopsis: In which you decide to use Hitoshi’s quirk to your advantage when things get tough in your life and you just need a bit of release. Lucky for you, Hitoshi is an understanding and generous guy, but what happens when he starts to get sick of trying to understand why you put up that wall between them even though you’re visiting him every weekend?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GO AWAY); FWBs to Lovers; Consensual Hypnosis/Brainwashing; Dubcon; Hurt/Comfort; Dumbification; Mutual Oral; Forced Orgasms; Facefucking; Shibari w/ Hitoshi’s scarves; Suspension; Edge Play; Biting; Pussy Spanks/Spanking; Mild Degradation; Praise Kink; Mild DDLG/BDSM Play; Choking; Breeding Kink; Hitoshi Making You Into His Brainless Slut; MULTIPLE Positions; MULTIPLE Orgasms for Reader; Unprotected Sex; Sub Drop; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Yo. My fingers fucking HURT writing this shit. But that's what I get for getting excited writing smut lol I hope y'all like this one though! Thank you so much for the love! -Jazz

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It was a dark, cold, windy night.

The streets were empty and slick, the air frigid, and the rain soaking your umbrella as you stood outside of the one place you knew you shouldn’t have been that night. It was the perfect night for anyone to stay inside the warm, secure four walls of their homes, eating takeout and cuddling up on the couch for a movie or a nap.

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t “everybody”. And the person whose apartment you stood at that late night knew that. That’s why they left the door open for you when you arrived, so you simply pushed it open. Of course, you made sure to tell them beforehand you’d be visiting…at 9 PM on a random weeknight.

But he didn’t ask questions nor did he protest or refuse your surprise visit. That’s two of the things you liked about him: he didn’t make a fuss and he didn’t ask because he didn’t care.

After getting into the building and to his floor, you stepped into the warm, dimly-lit apartment immediately, leaving your wet umbrella to dry by the door.

He had a nice home: mute gray walls and furniture with yellow and black throw pillows for decoration in the living room; a dining area with a large redwood table and chairs; a marbled kitchen with a mini-bar, an island, and Stirling steel appliances; a private training room across from the living room that was currently closed, the doors locked. Upstairs were his bedroom, study, and a few other rooms you knew were guest rooms.

It was very hospitable and cozy-like despite his cool, dark demeanor and look. He knew he had a very intimidating aura to him, especially with his quirk and that blank look that was constantly on his face.

And then there were his eyes: those violet orbs that seemed to stare into you when you first met him, inspecting you, drilling you, examining your every move. He seemed to know your past, present, and future with just one look as he trailed over your form across the bar three months ago when you first met. It frightened you yet thrilled you all at the same time. How wrong you were taking him up on his offer for dinner when he slipped you his number after hours of conversation and heated flirting.

Which is what got you here now, two months later. “Hello?” you called into the empty living room. You looked around the corner, staring into the darkened dining room and kitchen. The scent of lavender was all around you, making you feel calm and uneasy all at the same time.

“Hello?” you called again. Only silence answered you. You rubbed your arm nervously. Maybe he was trying to play a trick on you, jump out and scare you like the Boogeyman he was. “Shinso?” you called again, this time up the winding, polished wooden staircase. “You here?”

“Hold up!” His deep, raspy, and very effective voice rang out from upstairs. You sighed in relief, glad this wasn’t a prank.

You decide to sit on the couch as you wait for him to finish up with whatever he was doing. Finally, after you finished touching up your hair and gloss in your phone camera, the man of the hour comes bounding down the steps. You’d always been taken by his appearance, but now that you hadn’t seen him in two weeks, you were even more enraptured by him.

He was a nice-looking guy, and the dark circles under his eyes didn’t take away the fact that he was fine as hell. His undercut hairstyle fit his face well and seemed to make the tuffets of lilac-purple hair look soft to the touch.

He was very tall–about six foot something–and had a nice, slim build but still had enough muscle power to move the way he did during missions. As the underground pro-hero Mindjack, it was important. He had the muscles to prove it, and you’ve felt them for yourself. Just thinking about the impressive ripple of abs and pectorals hiding under his clothes made your mouth water.

He had on a black muscle tee and sweats that you gratefully and unabashedly eyed, your eyes going straight to his groin to get a look at the dick print. The man was packing. They always said big feet were indications–and shit, did Hitoshi have some big ass feet.

Not to mention his hands-so big, veiny, and tattooed. His finger ink was one of your favorite parts about him. You loved how they looked in your mouth whenever he slid them between your lips while he was balls-deep in your–

“Sorry,” he apologized. “Was finishin’ up a call. Denki said the power downtown went out and a bunch of cable towers fell, so he went to help.” He leaned against the banister, one foot kicked up to cross over his ankle. “Wasn’t the work of a villain or nothin’.”

You nodded, sitting rigidly on the couch with your thighs clamped together tight. “That’s good to hear.” Your voice was breathy and soft; an indication of your nervousness and shyness. You felt weird sitting here after not being here for so long, especially under Hitoshi’s ever-so-intense gaze.

You suddenly regretted wearing the clothes you picked out for tonight: a nice low-cut blouse that showed off the mere outline of your bra cubs and jeans that hugged your ass just right. Though you wore a jacket underneath them, you felt like Hitoshi could see right through it. Could see right through you.

“Want a drink?” he asked, crossing his tatted arms over his broad chest. “Water? Wine?” You looked at him from across the room. He didn’t come near you. He stayed promptly posted to the banister, giving you space. “You know what I like,” you replied.

He nodded once. “Wine it is then. I’ve got Moscato in there.” He walked himself into his kitchen on his long legs, making wide strides as he did. Once he was out of earshot and rummaging around in his kitchen, you sat back against the pillows and relaxed, now alone with your thoughts.

‘Da fuck are you doing?’ you thought. ‘You need to go home. Now.’

You knew that, logically, you’d regret this visit. You hadn’t seen the man in two weeks and the last time you were there didn’t end too well. He was too pushy and pried too much, which you told him as you hurried to put on your clothes despite your body aching and cutting aftercare short.

“All I’m askin’ you is why you’re always here when you don’t even stay,” Hitoshi had scoffed, scowling at you from his bedside. He was still naked, coated in sweat. The long third arm that swayed between his muscled thighs was flaccid.

“You know why,” you huffed as you pulled your panties up over your thighs still dripping with cum. Usually, Hitoshi would get the rag and wipe you down, also give you a nice oil massage to work out the aches of the binds on your wrists and having your body twist this way and that. But not tonight.

“Yeah, I know why,” he replied curtly. “That’s why I’m askin’. You’re here more than you’re at your own place–”

“That’s not true!” you protested, whipping around to glare at him.

“–and you go out of your way to always be here,” he continues. “Always fuckin’ up my plans to have your way because you had a bad day.” He scoffs to himself, shaking his head. “We’ve been doin’ this shit for three months, and yet you’re so afraid to open up to me and–”��

“And what?” you snap, flinging a pillow at him. He catches it with one hand. “And what?” you repeat, louder and angrier now. How dare he put you on blast like this?

“Why do I have to tell you why I like you using your quirk and controlling my body? You already know what my pussy feels like, Shinso. Isn’t that being open enough?”

Hitoshi didn’t like that. His eyes flared with irritation, making your stomach flip. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils, trying to calm himself down before he flipped his shit. “And maybe I’m askin’ you because I wanna get to fuckin’ know you. Maybe I’m tired of this FWB shit.”

Your eyes widened and your entire body froze as his words washed over you. He never moved from his seat. He only stared at you, assessing you, wondering what you’d do next. You were hoping this wouldn’t happen: that he’d begin to grow feelings for you…and you for him. But you’d never tell him that. You couldn’t because that’d be opening a new door that you weren’t ready for.

Hitoshi looked at you with those pleading eyes. Those eyes that have seemed to crawl into your dreams and haunt you. “I want more with you, Y/N,” he said calmly, your name sounding like sugar on his lips.

You ran your hands through your hair, frustrated. You had decided to embark on this friends-with-benefits type thing with Hitoshi for a reason: to not feel or think (hence using his quirk to your advantage).

To not make things complicated like relationships always seemed to be for you. To indulge in the pleasures of sex without being in love or caring for one another…well, that second part wasn’t true. And you knew it.

You cared deeply about Hitoshi, and you hated it. Why couldn’t things ever work out for you? Why did everything have to be so damn complicated all the time? “Shinsho, I can’t,” you firmly stated. “I told you before: I don’t want a relationship. I don’t wanna be your girlfriend or your sub or whatever you want from me. I thought you’d respect that.”

“You’re talkin’ about respect?” he cackled, the sound icky to you. “You hit me up at all hours of the night, no matter if it’s fuckin’ 2 AM on a weeknight, come over to my house, and then leave once you use me up, and wanna talk about respect?”

“I’m not using you!” you shouted, tears flaring in your eyes.

He didn’t budge. “Really?” he asked, fixing you with an accusatory stare. “But even knowing this, I never judged you. And I’ll never judge you, Y/N. I told you: it ain’t my style. But…”

He sighed, running his hands through his purple hair. “But I can’t keep BSing myself like this. If I’m to take your body and your mind like that every time we have sex, I need us to be closer.”

He stood up from his seat and you moved towards the door, backing away from him. He looked hurt by this. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?” you huffed, quickly moving to collect your shit from his bedroom floor. “Maybe we just need a break from this or something so we can figure shit out.”

Words flew out of your mouth to try and soothe the situation as you threw on your clothes one by one. “And you’re a great guy, Shinso. You’re sexy, funny, and real. You’ll find someone who can really take care of you.” You walked towards the door, but as your hand went for the knob, you turned to stare at him. His hurt gaze made you want to stay, but your pride stopped you. “Just not me,” you whispered, and then you were gone.

You were sure you’d broken his heart. You were so sure he’d refuse to see you when you texted him tonight. But surprisingly, he agreed and now here you were. And there he was with two chilled glasses and a bottle of Moscato. You watched as he poured you a glass and then handed it to you. “Thanks.”

He nodded and proceeded to sit next to you. The cushion dipped from his weight. He sat at a good distance from you, one arm slung over the back of the couch and his legs stretched out. “You cold?” he asked, noticing the goose pimples on your skin. “I’ve got a blanket too.”

You shook your head. If only he knew those chills were from him. A few seconds of tense silence settled between you as you sipped your wine and tried to think of things to say. “Sooo wanna tell me what you’re doin’ here on such a lovely night?” he asked sarcastically. “You weren’t too specific in your texts. I’m suspecting it’s pretty important for you comin’ over here in such weather.”

He looked at you as he sipped his wine, one foot kicked up on his knee. He sat casually and loosely, acting as if you were just two friends hanging out. But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

“I said I needed to talk,” you replied, but it sounded like bullshit even in text.

“And do you?” he pushed, raising his pierced eyebrow at you.

You held his gaze though you just wanted to look away. The truth was you needed him. All of him. You wanted to know for a fact that you were doing the right thing by asking him if the option to be more was still on time because goddammit, you hated life without him.

Those two weeks were hell for you. Not just because of the lack of amazing, other-worldly sex, but because you didn’t have him as a pick-me-up. Even a text from him throughout the day was enough to get you through work or dinner with the parents where your mom would drill you about not being engaged yet.

And more than anything, you missed him. You missed being near him, beside him, under him. You wanted to hide in his apartment, in his bed, forever. You felt safe with him, even when you gave him the control you were seeking in your life in every scene you two had together. In the four walls of his bedroom and in his arms, you felt at home.

But how the fuck could you tell him that? You couldn’t. And you wouldn’t. You were here for just one last time. You knew logically that this would end badly, so why not stop it before it goes completely to shit?

Hitoshi stared at you now, a smirk toying on his lips. “C’mon now, Y/N. We both know you never talk when you’re here…at least in the way you’re speakin’ of.” You flushed under your jacket, feeling embarrassed under his teasing yet hot and bothered by it.

He tilted his head to the side, looking sexier than ever. “Whatchu want?” he asked softly, his voice a deep rumble. You swallowed the lump in your throat as your pussy clenched involuntarily at his words. “You know what I want,” you say barely above a whisper.

Hitoshi sat up straighter and put his glass to the side. “I wanna hear you say it though,” he said, his voice dipping into very dangerous territory. “You know me by now, baby: I’m a fuckin’ asshole.” You looked away from him to avoid melting under his hot gaze, sipping your wine. “That, you are,” you murmured into your glass.

Hitoshi chuckled at your mouthy response. “And from what I recall from your last visit,” he continued, “and our last conversation, you said you wanted to take a break from this because it made you feel too ‘open’.”

You simmered under your jacket, slightly irked at his way of knowing you inside and out. “I had a shitty two weeks, okay?” you blurted out. “Work is stressing me out, my mom keeps pestering me about not havin’ a man, my money ain’t right, I’m tired of dealing with people day in and day out…”

You sighed, turning to face him and your truth. “I needed you, okay?” you confessed. You cringed slightly at the neediness in your tone, but dammit, you needed him to understand.

“I want you, Shinso,” you say softly–a confession. His eyes suddenly flashed with something, but you couldn’t identify it too well. “Don’t you want me, too?”

You placed your glass on the coffee table in front of you and peeled your jacket off of your body. Hitoshi watched you, never looking away from your face. And never touching you. At this point, you’d be in his arms and naked, but he never even reached a hand out for you. You bit your lip harshly, feeling dumb. “Do you want me to leave?” you asked.

He glared at you, irritation on his face. “You know I fuckin’ don’t.” Now, you were irritated too. Why was he playing you like this? “Then what’s the problem?” you asked curtly. “You’ve never had an issue with this before, so why now?”

Hitoshi’s eyes trailed over you, but not in a sexual manner. He was analyzing you, peeling you apart. Quickly, he stood and startled you with how fast he was. You watched silently as he walked to the window overlooking the city below. The rain outside pitter-pattered against the roof and dripped down the windows.

He stood with his back to you, watching the rain fall. “What are we, Y/N?” he asked, sounding oh-so sad. You blinked at him, not expecting this question. “Sorry?”

“I said what are we?” he asked once more. He turned to you and looked pained. It hurt you to see him hurt. “We’ve been doin’ this dance for three months now. You come over here, I fuck you, you go home, we flirt, we laugh, we joke, act like we’re not fucking in public but in private, it’s something totally different.”

You shrugged your shoulders despite yourself. “Easy: we’re fuckbuddies.”

“Naw,” Hitoshi replied, shaking his head. “Fuckbuddies don’t laugh and joke. They don’t feed each other off the plate or know about each others' lives like that. They don’t even cuddle. We’re way past fuckbuddies and you know it, so why are you so afraid of whatever this could be?”

“You’re talkin’ crazy,” you scoffed though you knew he was right. “When we agreed to do this, I specifically told you I want no strings attached. No feelings. Just sex.”

“But this isn’t just sex, Y/N,” Hitoshi protested. “I’m using my quirk on you. I’m brainwashing you. And we’re indulging in BDSM-type play.” “You’re okay with all that but me asking you questions about you is too much?” He squinted at you accusingly.

Your body felt hot with shame and embarrassment. Fuck, he was right, about all of it. But your pride wouldn’t let you give in that easily.

“Because there are no questions in this, Shinso!” you snapped, standing up too. “It’s bad enough I’m asking you to brainwash me, tie me up, and fuck me without a driver at the wheel. I don’t need you to ask questions or try to dig deeper to make this into something it won’t ever be.”

Hitoshi started at you blankly and that pissed you off even more. “I don’t come here for that shit,” you hiss. “I come here to get my release and my nut. That’s it! You don’t need to know why I come to you to feel good or why I like being brainwashed and used. That’s none of your business.”

“It is if I’m the one doin’ it,” he grumbles.

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” you bellow, startling yourself. But Hitoshi barely even blinked. For a while, the two of you stood there in silence, Hitoshi’s living room now a battlefield.

You take a moment to compose yourself. Now you really knew tonight had to be the last time. “I told you before that I’m not ready for another romantic relationship, and you understood that,” you huff. “So if you want this to stop, just tell me now so I don’t waste my time.”

Hitoshi didn’t say anything. He kept his lips clamped, eyes trained on you. “I’m here because only you can make me stop stressing for a moment,” you confessed. “Only you can make me feel so good. So good I forget me for a while.”

You stepped closer to him, eyes locked with his. “Just help me forget me tonight, Shinso,” you softly pled. “That’s all I ask. And if you don’t want this, say it now and I’ll–”

He cut you off with a chuckle, shaking his head at you. “Who said anything about me not wanting this?” he asked. Suddenly, his hand was trailing down your arm, sending chills in his wake. “That’s not the problem right now, doll. I'm just tryin' to figure out how I'm gonna make you cum tonight."

At that moment, all of the tension in the air vanished. Now all that was left was the lust and need you were both feeling. Your walls vanished as you threw yourself at him, going to wrap your arms around him and kiss those lips you’ve been dreaming about.

Hitoshi stopped you by taking your wrists and pushing you down onto the couch. You fell onto your back with a gasp, but before you could process what just happened, he was on top of you and kissing you silly. His kiss wasn’t nice–it was desperate; thirsty; rough. He gripped your chin as he hovered over you, one hand placed above your head to hold himself up as his lips bruised yours. His stubble tickled your chin, imagining him giving you rugburn in the right places.

You moaned into the kiss, giving him a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tasted of the Moscato and mint gum–something he chewed whenever he was bored or stressed to keep himself occupied. You never forgot this little fact. So many little facts and quirks about him lived in your head rent-free. You wanted to tell him that too.

But not yet. Not right now. You went to grasp his shoulders, but he stopped you by taking your wrists and pinning them above your head. His lips left yours and he proceeded to kiss you all over: your neck, across your jawline, your collarbone, and chest. His kisses were intoxicating, each one a drug to you. You moaned and writhed against his iron grip, your eyes fluttering closed. How you had missed this. “‘Toshi,” you whispered. “Please.”

“Please what, doll?” he murmured against your skin. “You want something, you gotta ask me.” His lips trailed back up to your neck to nibble the tender flesh there, and then give you a bite. You gasped as his teeth nicked you, the sharp pain sending sparks of pleasure into your core. He did the same thing again to another place on your neck, sucking gently on the skin. No doubt he was giving you hickeys as punishment.

You found your voice despite the arousal you felt that was quickly overtaking you. “C-Can you…” You licked your lips, trying again: “Can you take me upstairs?” you coherently asked. He looked at you from between the valley of your breasts, and you realized just then one of his hands was crawling up your blouse.

“Please, sir?” you asked, putting on your best breathy, soft, 'fuck me' voice that you knew drove him insane.

He grinned at you, the sight of it too beautiful for words. “That’s my good girl,” he cooed. “Of course, I can, gorgeous.” He leaned over to peck you on the lips. The kiss was so wet that a string of saliva stuck between your lips as he pulled away. “Lemme just take care of the wine and I’ll meet you upstairs. You know what to do, right?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir, I do.” Because you did. The very first night he brought you into his bedroom (which was your first “date” that he insisted on taking you on), he made the rules very clear:

Whenever you come into his bedroom, you’re to be naked and on your knees waiting for him by the bed with your hands flat on your lap and head down.

Always answer when asked a question.

When a scene is in place, always call Hitoshi “sir”, “daddy”, or whatever he sees fit (he usually loves being called “sir” or “daddy”)

Never ever forget the traffic light system or a safe word.

Finally, never ever cum without his permission. If you do, there will be consequences, usually either being edged to the point of tears or denied an orgasm if you don’t apologize.

Hitoshi nodded at you, happy with your obedience. “Good girl. Now get that ass upstairs and you’d better be naked by the time I get up there.” You nodded and he let you get up but gave you a smack on your ass as you lept upstairs, biting back a smile as you did.

He left you alone to your own devices for about ten minutes, giving you more than enough time to get ready. You slipped into his bedroom and breathed in the scent of vanilla and lavender that you’d grown to love so much. The bed he had was one of those king-sized ones covered in a black comforter and plush pillows. It came with four poles that served as bedposts protruding from the floor and nearly reaching the ceiling, giving the bed an almost medieval feel.

The lamp on his nightstand lit the bedroom up in a warm glow, accompanying you as you stripped. You took off your blouse and pants; your bra and panties; and your shoes and socks. Not one article of clothing was left on you. Hitoshi liked you completely bare.

You then folded all of the clothes up on the chair near his gaming desk that sat near the door. Then you walked over to the bed and knelt on the soft carpeted floor near it, hands flat on your thighs. But you didn’t look down yet. Instead, you looked up. High above the bed was a large, oval-shaped mirror stuck to the ceiling, one that you’d watched Hitoshi fuck you in many times. And you’d watch him do it again.

You suddenly heard his footsteps and your heart began to tremble. Quickly, you ducked your head down, now staring down at your hands on your thighs. Hitoshi came into the room and closed the door behind him. You heard the door click shut and his bare feet against the carpet. You didn’t look up, even as he stood in front of you. All you saw were his big feet and the legs of his sweats.

He knelt down to your height so he was level with you and tilted your chin up to look at him. He was now shirtless; all bare skin and muscles you wanted to touch. “So,” he purred, his voice deep and raspy. “my little kitty wants to play tonight with me, hm?”

The pet name made your pussy clench. “Yes, sir,” you softly answered. “And maybe use your scarves this time to tie me up.”

Hitoshi’s eyes widened an inch at your request. He’d always used either rope or satin ties to tie you up if not handcuffs to lock you to the bedpost. This was the first time you’d asked him to use his own scarves for a scene, but you’d wanted it for a long time. It seemed more personal and more intimate to you than using rope or ties. “Fuck, you’re freaky,” he chuckled, “but I knew that when I met you.”

He put his hands out for you and you took them, allowing him to help you stand. “Fine then; we’ll have it your way. But you know seein’ you tied up so nice in my scarves is gonna make me so hard, right?” His eyes darkened with lust and anticipation.

You felt the same. You could feel yourself shivering impatiently, wanting to get to the part where he ties you up, brainwashes you, and fucks you stupid already. “Yes, sir.”

He raised his pierced brow. “And what will happen when my dick gets hard for you? You’ve gotta take responsibility, don’t you?” He took your hand and placed it on his groin where he felt his very hard, very thick dick in his sweatpants. Your mouth fell open at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. “Y-Yes, sir,” you softly stuttered.

He smiled sweetly and kissed you once. “Up you go, then.” He chuckled at your squeak of surprise as he scooped you up into his strong arms, holding you close to his chest. You felt small and safe in his arms and allowed yourself to relax as he walked you over to the bed.

He placed you down gingerly before going to the drawers in the tall dresser on the left of his bed. Those were his goodies drawers. He had every single toy and tool in there related to sex or BDSM: rope and ties; blindfolds and cuffs; floggers and whips; nipple clamps; dildos and vibes; you name ‘em. Every time he went into a drawer, you felt pure excitement for what was to come, not knowing what it would be.

You watched as he dipped his hand into the drawer at the top and pulled something out. When he turned to you, he showed you the goody: his scarves. Excitement, anticipation, and a twinge of nervousness filled your gut. He came to the side of the bed, staring down at you. “Tell me your lights.”

The traffic light system. “Green, yellow, and red,” you answered clearly. "Green means I'm good, yellow means slow down, and red means stop."

He grinned with pride. “Glad you ain’t forget.” He bent down to kiss you before taking one of your wrists. “I’m gonna tie your wrists and ankles for now. Then we can move onto shibari and suspension later on if you want.” He then got on top of you, straddling you. “Is this what you want, baby?”

You looked from his lust-filled gaze to his toned stomach, pecs, and dick print right in your face. “Yes, sir,” you answered, genuine and wanton. You placed a hand on his stomach, loving the way your skin tones contrasted and how your dark nail polish looked against his warm skin. “Please tie me up with your scarves.”

Hitoshi growled low in his throat, lust overtaking him. He wasted no time tying your wrist to one of the bedposts with his scarf. He worked quickly and expertly, tying the knot enough so you weren’t in pain but you weren’t getting out either. “Good?” he asked. You nodded and he went on to the next. He did this until he finished tying your ankles to the bedposts below.

And then there you were: naked and played out like a dessert plate. And Hitoshi was looking at you like one. “You look so fuckin’ good,” he hummed appreciatively. He swooped down to kiss your lips and then nuzzled your breasts, pressing a kiss to each hardened peak of your nipple. You bite your lip at the sensations as he trailed down to your tummy, his hands caressing your sides gently. “Like my perfect lil’ doll,” he cooed against your stomach. “Not quite yet though. Haven’t prepped you yet.”

You shivered when he said the word “prepped”. That usually meant making you cum your brains out before he proceeded to use his quirk on you. You waited patiently (though you didn’t really have a choice) as Hitoshi went to grab your favorite kind of lube–made with a hint of aloe vera, strawberry-flavored, and warmed with physical touch.

He then walked back over and knelt between your thighs, his violet eyes locked with yours as he squirted some of the lube onto his fingers. He then reached down and began to slowly slide his fingers over your pussy lips and clit, never dipping inside you. It quickly drove you insane. His feather-light touch against the most sensitive part of you had your toes curling and your eyes fluttering closed.

Hitoshi always took his sweet time pleasing you, mostly because he loved seeing you come undone. And you knew he did. “Like that, kitty?” he asked, eyeing you from between the V of your thighs.

He then slid his fingers between your pussy lips and your mouth fell open. “Uh-huh,” you moaned out, unable to form the words to speak as the pleasure increased.

Hitoshi played with your pussy for a while until neither one of you could tell the difference between the lube and your juices anymore. You were ready. Slowly, he dove in to enjoy his meal, tongue out and ready to indulge in your taste. As soon as his hot, wet mouth and lips wrapped around your clit, you were throwing your head back and pulling against your restraints. “Fuck,” you softly moaned to the ceiling.

Hitoshi took that as his cue to keep going, lapping at your pussy like a starving man. He alternated between short flicks of his tongue and long strokes with the flattest part of his tongue that he knew exactly how to work. He moaned as he did it, the lewd sounds making you gush even more around his mouth. “You taste so fuckin’ good, kitty,” he groaned into your pussy. “Could stay between your legs for days and never get tired.”

You whimpered at his words, still pulling at the rope ties. He slid his hands underneath your ass to angle your hips up before slowly sliding his index finger inside the wet depths of your pussy. You moaned his name and threw your head back as he began to stroke in and out of you, angling up to rub his palm against your clit. After some stimulation with one finger, he added another.

You bucked and writhed, moaned, and whined at the pleasurable feeling of him fingerfucking your cunt. How you had missed this feeling. Especially when you felt that familiar of an orgasm begin to rise in your core. It only got stronger when Hitoshi wrapped his lips around your clit again as he fingerfucked you, gradually going faster. “‘Toshi!” you mewed, writhing in his grasp. “‘Toshi, p-please let me cum! Please!”

“Not until you say you’re sorry,” he growled, still suckling and fucking away. “Say you’re sorry for bein’ a little fuckin’ brat. Say you’re sorry for makin’ me miss you for two weeks.” He stared at you from between your legs and slowed his movements. As he did, the feeling of your rising orgasm began to fade. “Say it.”

A desperate whine left your lips. You needed to cum. You needed to. “I-I’m sorry!” you cry out. “I’m so, so sorry, ‘Toshi! Please let me cum!” That pleased Hitoshi. He granted your wish and proceeded to stroke your walls faster as he sucked and licked gently on your clit.

He held you down with one hand, his hips securely pinning you to the mattress even as you writhed against the bed. You were close. So, so close. But when he spat on your pussy and slurped that shit back up, that set you all the way off. “‘Bout to cum!” you gasped. “I’m about to…”

When your orgasm finally hit you, you barely realized it. It rose too quickly for your brain to process, but when it did, it slammed into you and filled your body with warmth. Your voice cracked on your moans and whines as you gushed all over Hitoshi’s fingers and mouth, tears pricking your eyes.

This is it. This is what you needed. Hitoshi knew it too. “Thaaat’s a good lil’ girl,” he chuckled into your pussy. “Cum all over my face.”

He continued to stroke and suck on your pussy as you rode your orgasm out. He lapped up each drop until no trace of your cum or lube was on your inner thighs. All that was left was his saliva. When you were drained and completely exhausted, he finally stopped and sat up to look down at you. His lips shined with his spit and your cum, his own cum-drunk smile on his face.

Though you were sedated by your orgasm, you were beyond tired or satisfied. You wanted him. Needed him. “I’m ready now, Hitoshi,” you tell him breathlessly. “I want you to use your quirk now.” Hitoshi stared down at you with lust-blown pupils and a smile that sent shivers down your spine. “Lie back then, baby.”

You did as he instructed, getting comfortable against the plush pillows. He sat up on his knees, looking down at you with such adoration that you flushed. “Good?” he asked. You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “Alright, baby; close your eyes and take a deep breath in for me.”

You, once again, did as instructed: you closed your eyes and took a deep breath into your lungs. “And out,” he instructed. You breathed out, the small circles he stroked against your thigh helping.

“Clear your head of everything you’ve ever known. All you know now is me for tonight. Trust that I’ve got you and I’d never do anything without your consent or permission. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

It was weird, but his words brought tears to your eyes as well as relaxed you. It was the fact that he truly cared about you to do something like this. Despite all of your bullshit and excuses, here he was, making you feel good at your request. And you wanted to do the same for him. You opened your eyes to get a good look at him, hoping he’d see the utter gratitude in your eyes. “Yes, daddy,” you replied softly.

That was the trigger for Hitoshi. First, you were feeling him press a passionate, wet kiss to your lips. Then you felt your body seize and then go limp as he activated his quirk. Your brain went blank, all thoughts ceasing to exist. Your eyes fell closed on instinct, catapulting you into darkness. You felt yourself sink deeper and deeper into your body, almost as if you were inside looking out. You knew it was your conscious brain taking the backseat as nothing but Hitoshi filled your head now, your mind a blank canvas for his creation.

The only way you could describe being brainwashed by Hitoshi was bliss. A bliss that was so good that it made you uncomfortable every time it happened. You were scared at how good and free you felt being controlled by someone else, but another part of you told you to give in; that everything would be alright.

“Y/N, honey?” Hitoshi said, sounding far away. It was like you were underwater and he was standing above the waves, calling for you. “Baby, can you hear me?” He sounded closer and clearer now as the fog in your brain cleared.

“Yes,” you tried to answer, but you physically couldn’t move your mouth. Not without Hitoshi’s commands to speak.

“Answer me, baby,” he commanded, his voice now crystal clear and strong. “Can you hear my voice?” You felt his rough yet warm hand on your cheek, stroking it softly.

“Yes,” you heard yourself reply, your lips forming the words. “Yes, I can hear you.” He sighed, sounding relieved. “How do you feel?” You suddenly felt his hand slide down your stomach to your inner thighs where his fingers played with your pussy now soaked in your arousal again. When the fuck did you get wet again?

“Good,” you whimpered, toes curling as he rubbed your clit in gentle circles. “Mmm, I bet you do; look at how wet this pussy is. And you just came! Greedy little slut, aren’t you?” You must’ve been too slow to answer because he gave your pussy a hard, open-palmed smack. You gasped and your body jumped at the sting.

“Aren’t you?” he growled into your ear.

Like a switch being flipped, you quickly answered him. “Y-Yes, sir, I’m a greedy little slut!” you whimpered, your thighs shaking. Hitoshi chuckled, his hot breath fanning your face. “But you’re my greedy lil’ slut.” He leaned in close, his lips at your ear. “And you know what greedy sluts get?”

Your pussy gushed and clenched around nothing at the feeling of his soft lips against the most sensitive part of your ear. “N-No,” you stuttered.

“They get punished,” he whispered and suddenly, he was untying your ankles and wrists from the bedposts. Before you could process what he was doing, you were on your stomach and being hoisted onto your knees after he flipped your ass over. You could only gasp as he did, his strength incredible. How he was able to throw you around so effortlessly always turned you on.

He came up behind you and immediately smacked you on the ass. Hard. The sound of his hand hitting your ass cheek was sharp and filled the air along with your grunt of surprise. “This is your punishment,” he growled. “For being a greedy lil’ brat.” SMACK! He spanked you again, this time on the opposite cheek. You hissed at the pain, but your pussy jumped, loving the feeling.

“This is for making me wait for two fuckin’ weeks,” he growled. SMACK!

“Makin’ my cock wait for you.” SMACK!

“Can’t even focus on my work ‘cause of your ass.”

SMACK! SMACK! “What do you have to say for yourself, huh, slutty girl?”

SMACK! “Tell me!” he ordered. “Say you’re sorry!” SMACK!

“I-I’m sorry!” you heard yourself cry out, your voice cracking. “I’m sorry I left you waiting, sir! I’m sorry I’m such a needy little slut for you! I-I just missed you so bad!” You were practically in tears now, your body twitching at the harsh sting from his spankings on your asscheeks.

“Fuck!” Hitoshi grunted, impatient, and just as needy as you. He quickly swooped down and planted your ass in wet kisses and massages, easing the pain away. “Such a good girl,” he whispered against your asscheek. “That’s enough pain for now. Time to shower my baby in pleasure.”

“T-Thank you, sir,” you stuttered out, wanting to push your ass back into his adoring mouth, but his quirk’s hold on you didn’t allow you. You could only moan and whimper as his lips trailed down your ass to your pussy. His hands pried your cheeks apart to get good access to your sobbing wet cunt and proceeded to lick, suck, and kiss you there. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the sensations of him eating out your overly-sensitive pussy, his tongue moving over your clit.

“‘T-Toshi,” you mewled. “Please.”

“What do you want, gorgeous?” he asked, taking a break from eating you out to rub at your flit. You cried aloud at the feeling, your toes curling as sparks of pleasure shot into your core. “Tell me,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want.”

“To cum,” you moaned. “Please, daddy, make me cum again.” You heard Hitoshi chuckle darkly before pushing you down with one hand so the side of your face was in the mattress. Face down, ass up–his favorite position. “Goddamn,” he swore. “I’ll never get tired of this shit.”

Your body trembled excitedly, bracing itself for the feeling of Hitoshi’s tongue and mouth on your pussy. But he surprised you when he pressed his open palm against your pussy and smacked you against your clit. You gasped, your body jumping in response. He did it again, and again and again, the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure too much for you. “Hitoshiiii,” you whined. “Please! C-Can’t…can’t…”

“Ah-ah, baby,” he chuckled. “I want you to cum just like this. With my hand smackin’ that clit.” He pressed a kiss to your ass as he smacked up against your clit again, even giving you some nice strokes with his palm. “This is what you deserve. You deserve to cum just like this.”

Your mouth fell open into a silent, shocked O as another orgasm began to make its appearance. This had never happened before. He was making you cum with just pussy smacks? This man was a demon. “Hitoshi, please!” you practically screamed. “Please let me cum, baby, please!”

“Tell me whose pussy this is then,” he ordered his voice a growl that made your stomach flip. “Tell me who owns this pussy and I’ll let you cum again.”

You could barely think or speak, the dawn of your new orgasm mingling with the sedation of your initial orgasm rendering you useless. Your muscles were slowly turning into mush as he assaulted your pussy so good your toes curled. “Y-You,” you softly moan.

A sharp smack against your ass made you yelp. “Sorry, baby; didn’t get that,” Hitoshi said. “Say it a little louder for me.” You practically sobbed and he laughed at your pitiful, pathetic state. “C’mooon, you can do better than that.” When all you did was whine, he hummed in disappointment and brought his hand away from you. “Guess you don’t wanna cum then.”

The ache of need in your core made you downright insane. You needed to cum again. There’s no way he could edge you like this. “Please!” you babble deliriously. “You own this pussy! You own all of me, Hitoshi, please just let me fuckin’ cum!”

A fire flashed behind Hitoshi’s eyes at your begs and pleads for mercy. He pressed his palm up to your clit and proceeded to move it up and down, pressing into it with the exact pressure you needed. “You wanna fuckin’ cum?” he growled. “You wanna cum for me, slut, huh?” You nodded frantically, your mind quickly going blank from the pleasure. “Fuckin’ do it then. Give it to me, baby.”

Then he stopped, his palm still against your clit, and whispered a command in your ear that echoed in your mind: “Cum.”

Just like a puppet being controlled by strings, you did as Hitoshi said. Your body reacted immediately, your back arching and your pussy spasming as you came all over his hand. And fuck, did you cum hard. You were seeing stars and heard bells ringing in your ears as you screamed at the top of your lungs, your throat going raw from using it too much. When the orgasm finally ebbed, you slumped onto the mattress in utter exhaustion, muscles going to mush and your mind a puddle. You inhaled and exhaled deeply, your chest rising and falling with each deep gulp of air.

You must’ve passed out for a short time because suddenly, Hitoshi was beside you and you don’t remember feeling him there. “Baby?” he whispered in your ear, stroking your hair back from your face. “Can you hear me, darlin’? Can you look at me?” Your eyes fluttered open and you saw his handsome face peering at you. “You good?” he asked, looking worried.

Good wasn’t even a word you could’ve used to describe this feeling. Your body felt loose and relaxed, your pussy aching in the best possible way. “Y-Yeah,” you giggled softly. “Yeah, I’m good, sir.”

Hitoshi looked relieved and pecked your sweaty temple. “You wanna keep going?” he asked. You nodded slowly, not wanting to stop tonight. “Lemme finish tyin’ you up then. Let me know at any time if it’s too much.” Once again, you nodded, knowing most of it was because he was bringing sheer obedience and compliance out of you with his quirk. However, you wanted this and he knew it.

Slowly, he sat you up and got the rest of his scarves from the nightstand before proceeding to tie you up with them shibari style. He first had you sit with your knees underneath your butt and your hands behind your back. Then he started to tie you up with his soft, long scarves that felt like silk against your skin. He tied your wrists first and then connected that knot to your arms which connected to the one wrapped around your neck. He moved onto your legs and ankles, tying them so they were pressed tightly together. Then he moved onto your breasts, covering them in his scarf as he secured each bind.

When he was finally done, he sat back to look at his handiwork. “Tell me how it feels,” he ordered, though his tone was soft. You could hardly move except for turning your head or rocking from side to side. You were completely restricted, and you loved every minute of it. “Like a tight hug,” you answered breathlessly, saying the first thing that came to mind.

Hitoshi nodded, happy with that answer. He stared at you for a moment, his stare heated and filled with molten lust that made you flush. “I can’t tell you how fuckin’ good you look right now, doll. Wrapped up like a pretty lil’ toy.”

With his bottom lip caught between his teeth, he began to unbuckle and unzip his pants right in front of you. The sounds of it made you even wetter, especially when he brought his briefs down with his jeans as he pulled them down his narrow hips. “I wanna break my toy in a little,” he groaned as his cock sprung free from his briefs finally. “Open that fuckin’ mouth.”

Your eyes stared in astonishment at how fantastic his dick is for a moment–tan, veiny, long, and thick, his cockhead pink and dripping in precum all for you. You were utterly in love with that dick. He brought it to you and gently slapped your lips with it. “Suck,” he commanded.

Your body reacted immediately. You leaned in towards his dick and opened your mouth, your lips covering your teeth to avoid scratching him. You stuck your tongue out first to get a taste of him, relishing the mix of salty and sweet, before he slid into the wet, warm depths of your waiting mouth. As soon as he was in, you had to adjust to his size by opening your throat as if you were yawning and breathing through your nostrils. Hitoshi was a big guy and it was harder with no hands, but you knew you could manage. You were a big girl.

He seemed to think so too because he pushed his hips forward more, in turn sliding his dick into your mouth farther. “That’s it, baby girl,” he groaned, one hand securely behind your head. “Suck that dick. Make it sloppy for me. You know how I like it.”

You did know. That’s why your mouth immediately pulled away to spit all over his cock and slurp it back up before licking all around his dick, making it shine in your saliva. Your mouth secreted so much saliva that it dripped down Hitoshi’s balls and thighs. The sight of it made you gush all over the bed, making your inner thighs wet with your arousal.

Once he was nice and slick, you brought your mouth towards his again and sucked him in, deeper this time. You gagged around his cock for a few seconds, popping his head in and out of your throat as you ran your tongue along his sweet spot located right at the side of his head.

Hitoshi was loving it. You peered up at him through your lashes to watch his eyes roll back. “Fuck me, that’s it!” he gasped, tossing his head back in ecstasy to the ceiling above. “I love watchin’ you suck my dick in the mirror up here. You’re takin’ me so good.”

You had wanted to watch it too. How did you look taking his dick deep in your mouth, you wondered? Did you look as sexy and as beautiful as he thought too?

He suddenly looked down at you, his hand petting your head lovingly. “Think we can go deeper?” he asked, his eyes dark and hooded. He was now deep in his Dom role–merciless and stern yet still sweet as black licorice.

You whimpered in protest, not sure if you could. You had to adjust to putting him in your mouth, to begin with, keeping your jaw slack and mouth stretched wide. How the fuck were you going to deepthroat him?

Hitoshi’s hand on your head grew tighter and you whined as he gripped your head. “Oh, yes, you can. It’s been a while, but you’ve got it.”

‘Don’t!’ your conscious mind protested, but your body didn’t listen. You were already opening your mouth again and expanding your throat for him as if about to yawn. Hitoshi slowly slid his dick into your mouth once more, taking his sweet time. “That’s it, open that throat…”

He didn’t stop until he was right at the back of your throat, his balls hitting your chin. Your throat flexed and gagged around him, trying to ease the discomfort of something so huge hitting the back of your throat. Your cheeks pricked with tears at the slight burning sensation in your throat as Hitoshi began to slowly slide in and out of the tight space, gripping your hair tight as he did. “Fuck, baby!” he moaned, his voice bouncing off the walls. “Good girl! You took all of me so deep. ‘M so proud of you.”

He looked down at you in utter adoration and pride which seemed to make the burning sensation in your throat feel like a damn kiss. He slid out to allow you to breathe, his cock soaked in your spit and his precum, so much so that strings of spit stuck to his head and your lips as he pulled away.

You gulped down each breath greedily and gratefully, relishing this moment because you knew what came next. “T-Thank you, sir,” you breathlessly replied, still struggling to catch your breath.

Hitoshi let you recover for a moment, then wrenched your head back, forcing you to look up at him. “Now shut the fuck up and lemme fuck that pretty face.” He forced your head back down on him again and you got to work immediately, bobbing your head up and down, back and forth, his dick sliding against your tongue until it once again hit the back of your throat.

Hitoshi was relentless as he fucked your throat. He gripped your head and maneuvered you the way he wanted until you were right where he wanted–your head back, mouth stretched wide, and eyes on him. His pelvis brushed against your nose and heavy balls swung against your chin as he thrust in and out of your throat, alternating between slow, torturous strokes that stretched out the burning in your throat and quick thrusts that made your throat squelch and gag around him.

“Gonna make that makeup run,” he grunted. “Gonna fuck you up so good that no other man could compare.” He gripped the fistful he had of your hair tighter and you were so sure he’d yank that shit out if he wasn’t careful. “That’s a promise, baby,” he growled. “Now cum for me while my dick is in your throat.”

Like clockwork, pussy immediately started quivering and your clit began to swell like it was being stimulated to the point of orgasm. Your eyes widened at the sensation, realizing he was trying to make you cum again. “Mmmph!” you moaned in protest around his dick, your words muffled and muddled. “W-Wait, daddy! S-Still sensitive!”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Hitoshi growled darkly, still pumping away in your throat. “You wanna fuck with me? Then you’ve gotta face the consequences. Now fuckin’ cum, you dumb little slut.”

And you did. God, you did. Your third orgasm of the night came like a damn tsunami as it crashed into your body. Warmth spread throughout your entire being, making your toes curl and muscles spasm as you came all over yourself while Hitoshi stayed deep in your throat. Your moans and whimpers were muffled around his cock, the sensations vibrating against the sensitive parts of his cock. He moaned and swore at the pleasurable vibrations, his balls growing heavier against your chin.

When your orgasm finally faded and you began to settle into the afterglow, Hitoshi slid out of your throat. His dick bobbed slightly against his inner thigh, slick in your spit and twitching. “I didn’t cum,” he breathlessly explained, “but I don’t want to. Not till I’m deep in that pussy where I belong.” He leaned in toward you then until his nose brushed yours. “Until I’m deep in my pussy.”

‘Yes,’ your conscious mind thought. ‘Your pussy. All yours.’ The fact that you thought such a thing was shocking to you. You passed it off as a side effect of Hitoshi’s quirk or the fact that you were delirious with lust, but you knew all of that was bullshit. You knew even if this never happened again, you could never find a man who would make you feel this way: so okay with being vulnerable; so willing to submit. There would be no other like Hitoshi Shinso.

You didn’t know if it was love, but goddamn, did you love this.

“Wanna go up now?” he asked, giving you such a sweet smile that you nearly started crying. You nodded frantically and he proceeded to get you ready. He first untied your hands and wrists, then had you stand up on the bed.

After giving you time to get the blood flowing back into your limbs, he coaxed you into putting one leg up onto one of the bedposts at the bottom of the bed. Once you did, he securely tied one end of his scarf to your ankle and the other up on the bedpost. You were then standing with one leg up on the bed and the little hops you did made Hitoshi laugh.

Letting you hold onto him for balance, he did the same to one of your wrists–he let it dangle from another one of his scarves securely tied to the iron bars forming a roof above the canopy of the bed. He did the same to your other ankle and wrist, tying them up and letting them dangle. He also tied some scarves to your knees, forcing them to bend so your legs wouldn’t lock. Once he was finished, he stayed standing on the bed in front of you, smirking proudly. “Now you’re exactly like a little robe bunny,” he darkly chuckled.

You said nothing, but you didn’t know what you’d say if you could. The predicament you were in was indescribable and quite embarrassing, to say the least–you were hanging meters above the bed with your arms and legs splayed out so your titties and pussy were on full display for the lavender-haired man standing in front of you. You felt completely and utterly exposed. And you loved every minute of it. The mix of arousal and fear in your stomach was an intoxicating and confusing cocktail, fogging up your head even more.

Hitoshi stepped closer to you, taking one of your feet into his hand. “Still on the pill?” he asked. You nodded, glad you didn’t stop taking the birth control even though you hadn’t had any kind of sexual contact with anyone since you and Hitoshi fought two weeks ago. He nodded in approval and kissed your foot. “Light, baby,” he ordered though his tone was gentle.

“Green, sir,” you replied, giving your fingers and toes a wiggle to show him you were okay. Slowly, he positioned his hips in between your dangling legs, his still-hard cock pressing against your inner thigh.

He cupped your face into both of his calloused hands, holding your gaze with his. “You did so well takin’ me, gorgeous. You’re so, so good to me.” He pecked your lips sweetly, making you drunk off his taste. “Now let me be good to you.” He then took his dick into his hand from the base and, eyes locked with yours, ran it against your overly-sensitive, needy little clit. “You still want this?” he cooed teasingly at you. “You still want this dick?”

Your clit twitched and ached, your pussy gushing around air as it begged for Hitoshi’s cock. “Yes, please, Hitoshi!” you pleaded, toes curling and muscles clenched. “Please fuck me! C-Can’t take anymore! I’ve earned it! I’ve been a good girl!”

Hitoshi gave you a wolfish grin, his hands gripping your hips. “Yes, you have,” he chuckled, and then, without warning, he was sliding inside of your exposed, wet, needy pussy. After two weeks without feeling him, it was a bit of a stretch. Your mouth fell open into a silent gasp as you felt your pussy stretch around his head, then to the inches he continued to add.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” Hitoshi swore through a hiss. “And so wet for me. Such a naughty little slut.” He began to slowly move his hips, giving you time to adjust. “My dumb little girl.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your breast. “My good, perfect doll.” He took your hard nipple into his mouth. “For me to hold and play with.” He bit your nipple, the sharp sting making you whine. “And break.”

Once you were fully adjusted to his size, he sunk in deeper and proceeded to fuck you while you hung from his scarves. Your pussy squeezed and flexed around his shaft as he pounded into you again and again, his hips angled just perfectly so his pelvis rubbed against your aching clit with every thrust. “That feels so good, doesn’t it?” he teased. “Bet you’d let me do this all the time. Let me keep you here forever. Bet you’d even let me breed that pretty pussy if I just keep fucking you, right?”

You couldn’t think. You couldn’t even breathe. He kept knocking the wind out of your lungs with every merciless thrust that sent you further into the stratosphere. With your legs forcefully spread out the way they were, you were forced to take every inch of him that slid in and out of you. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your wet pussy gushing around his cock filled the air, making you throw your head back. You were about to blackout from this. “‘T-Toshi,” you moaned breathlessly, your eyes fluttering shut.

Hitoshi laughed at you as he picked up speed, now bottomed out inside of you. He leaned in towards you, his face like a full moon rising in the night. “What?” he snickered, his hot breath fanning your face. “Is my little bunny goin’ dumb from my dick? You like bein’ my stupid little slut?” He went even faster, pounding into you at a breakneck pace that had you seeing stars and your pussy quivering gratefully for it.

You were losing it, going completely dumb from the sensations and Hitoshi’s ever-so-persuasive quirk and control. “Y-Yes!” you deliriously babbled, your toes clenched as yet another orgasm approached. “Yes, ooh, I love it! I love bein’ your stupid little slut! I’m yours, Hitoshi, I promise!”

You were completely cum drunk, your mind muddled and your body turning to mush. “Gonna cum again!” you sobbed, eyes squeezed shut and head tossed back to the ceiling. Hitoshi didn’t let up. In fact, he only went harder, gripping your ass and smashing his pelvis onto that clit as he fucked you hard. “Show me then,” he commanded. “Show me how much of a stupid fuckin’ whore you are for me and cum all over my dick. Cum for me, you pretty, brainless lil’ slut!”

Those words sent you right over the edge. You tumbled down, down, down into the sea of bliss that was waiting for you. When you came for the fourth fucking time that night, you did it on a scream that tore from your lungs and echoed throughout Hitoshi’s apartment. He slowed down enough to let you ride it out, staring at your face with the softest expression you’ve ever seen on him.

Once your orgasm began to fade and your muscles unclenched, he gripped your hips and started to drive into you again. Never mind how your pussy spasmed and clamped down around his cock in protest, or how you screamed and whined in protest. “Not yet,” he growled as he began to pound into you again with vigor. “Not fuckin’ yet. Not until you’re spent and cum-drunk. Not until you’re good and punished for your bullshit.”

You were crying, pleading, begging him. For what exactly, you had no idea. Did you want him to stop or keep going? The lines between wanting it and not were blurred, your four orgasms and Hitoshi’s quirk making your brain a complete puddle. “Daddy, please!” you begged tearfully. “Sorry! I’m so, so sorry!”

He leaned in toward you, so close you could see the line sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Tell me why you did it,” he grunted in your face. “Tell me why you play with my feelings like this. Tell me why you really wanted that break.”

His quirk took hold of you, gripping your mind and forcing you to comply. “Because…” You hiccuped between a sob as he continued to pound and stroke your pussy, the lewd, wet sounds of your sex filling the air. “Please, Hitoshi,” you begged. “Don’t.”

His hand suddenly shot out and wrapped around your throat. Your mouth fell open on a gasp as he squeezed. “Save it,” he growled. “You don’t get to make the rules now. I do, and I’m tellin’ you to tell me the truth.” He slowed down his thrusts, going painfully slow, his cock sliding in and out of you at a torturous speed (which was none at all). He was teasing you, forcing you to reveal your dirty little secret. “Tell me if you wanna cum.”

You started crying then. The hold he had on you was too great. The truth settled on your tongue, the urge to reveal everything pushing through your conscious mind. “Because I was scared!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face. “I was scared by how much I cared for you. I wanted something real with you too, ‘Toshi!”

Hitoshi stopped moving for a moment. He only started at you for a beat, his eyes wide with astonishment and confusion. You probably looked a mess right now–makeup fucked up, mascara dripping down your cheeks, pussy soaked and pulsating around his dick. You were sure now that he knew the truth, he’d stop this entire thing because of how long you’d been fucking around with him.

But none of that happened. In fact, the exact opposite occurred. He gripped your head with one hand and slammed his lips against yours as he slid into you, so deep that his balls touched your ass. You moaned into the passionate kiss he gave you, your pussy pulsing around him. He pulled away, wearing a firm expression and holding a fire in his eyes that almost frightened you.

“No more bullshit after this, you hear me?” he asked, his voice strained. “We can’t be friends after this. My heart couldn’t take it, Y/N.” Before you could even process his words, he settled his hips against yours and kissed your neck as he nuzzled it. “Now do me a favor and fuckin’ cum all over my dick while I cum inside of you.”

He began to work his hips again, slamming his cock in you again and again. The noises leaving your lips were a mess of moans and delirious giggles, your clit almost being tickled from his pelvis as he fucked you.

“Tell me who the fuck my good girl is,” he commanded. “Tell me whose a good rope bunny for me. Whose a good doll to play with?” He licked his hand and slid it between you both, proceeding to rub at your sensitive, pulsing clit.

“M-Me!” you deliriously giggled. “I’m your good girl, your rope bunny, your good doll! I’ll be everything you want me to be, sir!” Hitoshi’s gaze darkened as he stared into your eyes, showing you all of him as you showed him all of you. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna fuck you up,” he promised before holding you up by your ankles and drilling himself inside of you again and again.

And oh, boy, was he. You don’t think you had ever been fucked by him this way: so passionately and so desperately. His hands gripped your hips so tight that you were you had bruises and he took every moment he had to kiss you, his tongue sliding and swirling against yours. You were losing your shit–your body was tingling, each cell coming to life from the sheer pleasure you felt; your muscles felt like they were shot with tranquilizer with how loose they felt; your mind was completely blank. But your heart was full and each time it pounded, it pounded for him.

Hitoshi wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed again, once again restricting your breathing. “Show me,” he ordered, his voice strained and completely feral. “Show me how good you are. God, baby doll, your pussy is stroking me so good!” He hooked one arm around your ass and pistoned into you again and again, signaling his oncoming orgasm too.

“Cum with me,” he growled against your lips. “Fuckin’ cum with me, baby!”

You didn’t know whether it was his quirk or the way he sounded–so desperate and urgent–that made you cum all over his cock. But when it did, you knew this would be the one that would put you out like a light later. You screamed so hard that your throat went raw and your body clenched tightly, your core tightening then unraveling as you came all over Hitoshi’s dick.

“Cumming!” he gasped. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” He slammed into you faster and harder until he finally busted inside of you, his cock swelling then exploding finally.

Ropes of hot cum shot into your pussy, making you silently gasp at the warmth you felt envelope you. He came so much that it dripped down your asscrack and coated your inner thighs. Hitoshi moaned, cussed, and shouted your name as he came undone, gripping you so close to him that you lost your breath.

He filled you to the brim with cum until he couldn’t anymore. But he still held onto you like he was afraid you’d disappear. You felt him tremble slightly against you, his kisses soft against your heated skin. “You’re mine,” he whispered tenderly against your neck. “You’re all mine, you hear?”

You didn’t answer. You physically couldn’t, too far gone in the high to come down. But you did eventually, and when you did, you came down hard. Your body froze and your temperature dropped, making you shiver against Hitoshi. He must have noticed this change too because he pulled away from you. “Baby doll?” he murmured worriedly.

The hold he had on your brain was now broken. You had full control over yourself now, but even so, you still couldn’t get a good hold on yourself. It felt like your brain and body were fighting against each other. You knew you were experiencing the aftermath of a very intense session with Hitoshi, but you’ve never felt this before. It was scary. You looked into Hitoshi’s worried eyes and opened your mouth, not sure what to say but knowing you just wanted to speak to him.

He pressed a finger to your lips, stopping you. “Don’t speak,” he urged. “Lemme get you down, okay?” Hurriedly, he slid his softened dick out of you and began to quickly untie you. He started with your legs and then worked on your wrists. You wanted to rub out the ache you felt in them, but your body was too exhausted to do so.

He then untied the rest of your body, got you a glass of water which you gratefully sipped from, and then coaxed you to lie down under the black comforter that covered the bed. It felt like cool silk against your heated, sweaty skin.

“Come here,” he cooed as he wrapped his arms around you. You laid against his chest, your ear pressed to his pounding heart. “It’s okay. Just let it come, baby. Just let it come.” The sound of his heartbeat against your ear took you down from your high more and more with each second until soon, your mind was clear and you felt like yourself again.

You softly mewed like a kitten against his chest and snuggled into him, wanting him close. “Shh,” he shushed you. “Just rest. I’m right here, baby. I’m right here. I’ll always be here.” You smiled tiredly and gratefully at his sweet words. You wanted to thank him, but sleep just had other plans for you. You were out immediately, snuggled up against Hitoshi as the rain raged on outside.

*******

You didn’t know what time you woke up, but you knew it was sometime later.

It was still dark, but the rain had stopped. You heard nothing in Hitoshi’s darkened bedroom–only the sound of your soft breathing as you awakened. At some point, Hitoshi had turned out the light, but you didn’t remember when. You barely remembered anything, let alone why you were naked. You also smelled faintly of lavender soap and massage oil which you also didn’t remember using.

“You’re awake.” You turned at the sound of the familiar, delicious voice behind you, finding Hitoshi sitting up against the headboard, staring down at you with those violet eyes. “You’ve been asleep for only an hour. I cleaned you up and massaged your muscles while you were out. You were, uh…quite a mess.” He smirked at you in the darkness.

That explained why you felt so clean and relaxed. You didn’t say anything for a while–you just stared at him, your eyes adjusting more to the darkness to see the outline of his face and eyes. “How do you feel?” he asked softly.

Though the question was quite simple, you found that you didn’t have a real answer for him. “Um…” You struggled to find the words to describe how you felt then. Good? Satisfied? No, that wouldn’t be truthful, because you still felt that emptiness inside of you as you stared at Hitoshi, knowing tonight was the last night you could truly be like this. With anyone.

“Good,” you replied, attempting to fight the tears as you gave him a false smile. “Really, really good…” But your emotions had other plans for you. Your smile trembled and tears pushed past your eyesockets. You immediately hid your face from Hitoshi as the tears began to break. “Fuck!” you snapped into your hands. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!”

“Hey, hey,” Hitoshi cooed, putting a hand on your thigh. “What do you mean, darlin’?” He gently pried your hands away from your face, showing your tear-soaked cheeks to him.

You sniffled, staring down at the comforter you and him laid underneath. “Tonight was supposed to be the last night,” you confessed. “For this.” You ticked a finger between you and him.

“I knew there was no way we could be friends after doing what we’ve been doing, and I didn’t want us to be more ‘cause I was so scared you’d hurt me or that I’d hurt you!” The words flew out of you, desperate to be released like curses in Pandora’s Box.

There it was: the truth. Out in the open. Your heart pounded as you anticipated Hitoshi’s reaction. For a minute, he stared at you, astonished. “Wow,” he huffed. “That was a lot to unpack. However, you did admit a lot of it during our scene while you were suspended.” You blinked at him, trying to remember what you said. “I did?” you asked, mortified.

Hitoshi gave you a sheepish look as he scratched the back of his neck. “I kinda persuaded you to do it,” he confessed. “Or rather commanded you.”

He took your hands in yours, squeezing them tightly. “I just wanted to truth because I’m fuckin’ crazy about you, Y/N! I couldn’t do this with another woman even if I wanted to. You stay in my mind, so much that I thought you brainwashed me too.”

He put a hand to your cheek and stroked his thumb across it gently. “You have me, baby.” He held his eyes with yours, and in them was a sea of tenderness and adoration that teetered just so on the edge of love. You were taken aback at this. “Hitoshi…” The tears continued to flow as utter passion exploded within you, causing you to throw yourself at him.

“You have me too,” you whispered, the tears still streaming down your face. “I’m so sorry,” you softly sobbed into his chest. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” Hitoshi hushed you and cradled your head to his chest. He held you close and rocked you like his baby as he finally calmed down, soothed by the scent of him and his beating heart. When you finally recovered, he smiled down at you. “Feelin’ better?” he asked.

You nodded, wiping at your wet cheeks. “So…what now?” you laughed, realizing that you were now way past FWBs. You were now real. Really real.

Hitoshi hummed thoughtfully to himself. “Well, we didn’t finish all of that Moscato yet, and I think Netflix has some new movies out we can either make fun of or really pay attention to.” He curled an arm under your legs and coaxed you into his lap. “And then maybe, if you’re up for it, we can make up for those two weeks we didn’t have each other.” He ran his lips along your jawline, making you shiver.

“Mmm, that sounds like a plan,” you purred, tilting your face up to kiss his chin. You ran a finger along his jawline, loving the way his eyes grew hooded. “As long as it’s with you.”

Hitoshi’s gaze darkened, the switch in his demeanor creating a familiar warm feeling in your core. “Keep talkin’ like that and you definitely won’t be walkin’ tomorrow,” he promised before pressing an earth-shattering, toe-curling kiss to your lips. Meaning he meant that shit. And you knew it.

You were counting on it.

THE END.

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prince-liest · 2 months

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Your last 666 series installment is the best thing that happened to me. Its full of gore, somehow fluffy and wait-.. do I finally see some FRICKING COMUNICATION between the two idiots!?!?!

Ngl, Vox's 'Alastor not being able to love' statement hurt my soul. Your writing is brilliant and and let's just see what ending ya wro-..O MA LORD IS THAT VAL'S LOVE POTION!?!?!?!?

Now I need to know what's next!!!! And VOX I SWEAR IF U USE THIS SITUATION IN ANY WAY IM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE.

This series is a blast♡ love it!♡ makes me weirdly passionate and excited hah!

Some communication, and some communication failure, hahaha. They're going to be talking a lot more in the next one, actually, because I meant to write some NSFW and they had to go and attempt a healthy conversation instead. What can you do.

Thank you so much, I'm delighted that you're enjoying! :D

And: Way more anon asks about the latest 666 getting answered under the cut! <3 I combined a bunch from the last couple of days.

prince, I'm going insane over the latest fic. so we know from Alastor's inner monologue that he knows the roofie was an accident, but considering the super stressful situation, the fact that Vox was the one to ask for a kiss and the fact that Alastor accused him of wanting instead of loving him not a few minutes ago…. makes me wonder if Vox might not be at least a little worred that Alastor might think it was on purpose <3 gonna be rotating this in my head for the foreseeable future - ✨

I am so glad that these things are on y'all's minds, hahaha. Because you can bet they are on mine. >:D And THANK YOU, very pleased to be dragging everyone down into insanity with me.

“Should I stitch together the scars your teeth left in me in a mirror of my own signature on your body.” Fucking. POETRY. 🐈‍⬛

I am always so happy when I write shit like this and instead of everyone pointing at me and going, "Look, what an EDGELORD!" the response is you people being VERY nice and leaning into the feelsy fun! 💛

holy moly ??? i love the new 666 addition aaaah 😭🙏 the trials and tribulations of feeling scorned and ghosted by a loser who confessed his love to you and the next time you see him he’s holding your LITERAL heart in his hands by alastor ! OMFG this was too good esp the part where vox is like “bro why do YOU CARE ?? i thought you didn’t love me huh?” and alastor is like well. maybe i.do. 😐 LIKE CMONN this really played out like some soap drama and i loved the neat details on resuscitative thoroctomy (learned a new word too so double bonus) the fact vel was on the line w her and val’s apparent surgeon for val’a little ‘incidents ??? GOLDEN I SAYY hope we see more of ur oc … 🫣🫣 btw ofc vox would love to an end an argument with a kiss OF FUCKING COURSE HE WOULD 😭 thank u sm for this chapter princeliest my dear <3 hope life is treating u well too !! -🦌

Vox is ahead of Alastor in terms of effective in-the-moment conflict resolution, but goddamn if he isn't fucked up in his own fun little ways. They're so not done with most of these issues, but at least they're on they're way to maybe be able to have a real conversation about them!

You know. If they chose to do that kind thing. Instead of whatever they will probably do instead.

Anyway, THANK YOU!! I had a great deal of fun writing this chapter and digging into some of the issues that have been slowly collecting underneath the surface of kinky radiostatic, so I'm happy you guys are enjoying as well!! :D

AS FOR MY OC... I WILL POST ABOUT THEM SOON. I LOVE THEM A LOT AND IT EXCITES ME THAT PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW MORE OF THEM. Tysm for asking Q^Q

Just read the new addition to the 666 verse, and inside of me are two wolves: The first is saying: Immaculate, artistry of the highest form. We finally get Alastor’s own confrontation with his vulnerability and him trying to figure out what exactly the relationship with Vox means to him. Cannot wait for how this all is going to develop. The other part of me: THE BREADCRUMBS WORKED THE MUSE IS WRITING!!! Followed by this image (since tumblr won’t let me attach it while being anonymous) https://i.redd.it/hx2shk642vs71.jpg -🕊️

LMAO THAT PIC. Amazing, flawless, thank you. The breadcrumbs DEFINITELY worked, please keep feeding. Digging into Alastor's shit is bringing me life and I'm happy to share it, hahaha. We're swinging even harder on the introspection in the next one!

As a sucker for medical gore and aroace angst, I lack the words to express my love and appreciation for your most recent installment of 666, but your writing of radiostatic's dynamic was captivating and proved to be such a lovely read as always! I loved that you touched on Alastor's relationships with the women around him as that has always been such an interesting aspect of his character to me! I never really put much thought into how Vox's apparent avoidance of Alastor in the show could mirror Alastor's disappearance, and now it will Not leave my mind. My heart hurts for these two dorks, super looking forward to chapter 2!

"Medical gore and aroace angst" should be the title of my memoir. Honestly, this series has ended up a lot more edgy-bloody than I expected it to, since I usually tend to prefer to portray my whump/angst/violence/etc in a much more roundabout way, but it's actually kinda tipped over into, like... part of the point is how banal it is, how beside the point. The upsetting heavy-hitting bits aren't the blood, they're everything else that goes on around it. Anyway, thank you so much! <3 I think your heart will find some relief in chapter two, haha, I hope you enjoy!!

Meanwhile alastor, completely convinced that there’s no situation where vox actually loves him and is happy with the way things are—either vox wants more and is going to start asking for more, or he doesn’t actually love him and just wants to have sex with him and thus either way he is a Liar. They’re so fucking bad at this. No one is capable of being the adult here. I think they need an auspitice.

It's really funny that you said that, because that is kind of exactly the role that [spoiler] ends up playing, though in a more roundabout way, hahaha. They certainly need someone to, like, get them to be having the same conversation with each other instead of two parallel ones. I think the fun thing about writing Alastor reacting to his own feelings is just how much his reaction can change based on how things are framed for him, and it leaves a lot of wiggle room for how differently I've ended up writing him reacting to the season 1 finale in 666 vs in Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy.

But, god, you really nailed the description of what Alastor is feeling. <3

Vox in the latest 666, my ENTIRE HEART. Literally nothing about how he read the situation was a bad take or a leap to conclusions, but alastor constantly says the opposite of what he means and refuses to admit vulnerability or friendship and what the hell else was vox meant to do with that, of course he backed off, they need to have this talk so badly

YES, PRECISELY! Like, I hope it came through that really neither of them was completely crazy to react the way they did! It's a result of how much of their communication has been nonverbal, implied, and talking around things - they'd been doing so well up until this point, but there's only so far that can take you before you start thinking that you're on the same page when really you're reading two completely different books! Thank you sm! <3

‘But I am capable,” Alastor says gently. “I love you very much.” Vox gapes up at him. “...I. Fuck you.” His voice is tight, strained. “I don’t fucking believe you.” Alastor feels his smile thin. “Well. That’s just dandy, then, isn’t it?”’ I AM NOT OK GOING FUCKING FERAL

Probably one of my favorite lines to write, ehehehe. THANK YOU ANONNNN <3 It's kinda interesting to see how differently some people read this. Some folks thought Alastor was saying it to hurt Vox (which is how Vox read it). Some folks thought it was true (how Alastor intended it). Some folks thought Alastor was trying to fit into the mold that he thought Vox wanted from him (how I intended it). All of them make sense as readings! >:)

#ask #personal #Anonymous #black cat anon #sparkle anon #deer anon #dove anon #t #long post #tumblr if you break the cut on this one I'm gonna fuckin cry #answering 9 asks in one post here

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justhere4kpop · 11 months

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Club Owner Jongho x Reader

Jongho gets fucked over in a new deal....he needs to relieve some stress.

genre: smut, NSFW

rating: 18+ (MDNI...seriously.) M

warnings: ? Hopefully nothing bad, but obviously smut, unprotected (wrap it up y'all), slight praise kink, slight sir kink, petnames (darling, sir), manhandling, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breeding kink, creampie, and language. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOMETHING!!

w/c:1656

Tags: @ssaboala , @cromernet

a/n: This is like the first smut I wrote, changed who I was writing for and then abandoned and then came back to so I'm so nervous to post it haha. Let me know what you think.

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There was only ever one downfall to your job.

The night belonged to the underworld, the gangs, criminals on the run, dealers, the undercover cops, and the workers who could make their living off dancing for the men and heathens of this city. That’s where you stayed, in your little (big) club run by the most notorious gang in the city, hand-picked by your bosses off the street when you were struggling to get by in this godforsaken town. You only had one catch, a few months into the job one of your new bosses became somewhat enamored, he’d come visit you every night, make sure the club was still treating you right. It started off as a large tip for an hour of your time in the VIP Lounge, first just an hour, then all night, and what started as talking under the harsh neon lights soon became something you looked forward to each shift. They made your schedule, they knew when you would be here…HE…knew when you’d be there. Soon you became a personal plaything to him, always pulled away from the stage to entertain the boss, not that you mind, they pay you handsomely to do exactly as you’re told. And you’d do anything the man in front of you told you.

By day he played mechanic, he and his so called brother, they played it well, sometimes the slight hint of grease to present on his skin, that was when you knew he was desperate, he always liked to dress up for your time together….before it inevitably came off. He chose what you’d wear, sending gifts to the apartment the club had set up for you, you’d get a text “Wear this tonight.” it would say. Not an ounce of affection through the cold text. But then his personal number would come through “I can’t wait to see you darling.” You couldn’t either. Two days is too long without him. Normally he texts you throughout the day, letting you know how it’s going when he’ll get to the club, how long he’ll be there, what he’s bringing you as a gift. Not today. It can mean one of two things, he’s spontaneously perished….or….he’s having a bad day. Judging from the outfit change he just sent you…it has been a very bad day indeed.

When you arrived at the club the rain had just picked up, the back door bouncer had rushed over to help escort you inside without getting wet, the large umbrella adorning his hands. “Our VIP has already arrived y/n. You’re late.” the manager came over. Strange he shouldn’t have been here for another hour. Must be a very bad day indeed. “I’m coming once my coat is off.” you looked at the small man while taking your things off. “Don’t forget the decanter and glasses this time, ice is already up there.” “So you brought him ice but no drink? A shame, no wonder he’s in quite the mood today.” you shrug grabbing what you need before making your way to the bar to find you final things set out for you.

As you make you way up the red carpeted stairs, your heels pushing you upwards, the red lace adorning your body, you can’t help the small shiver of worry and excitement that courses through you. You reach the door to the room that overlooks the club. One you’ve reached for many times, and one that always leaves you feeling so important.

“Jongho.” you breathed out upon seeing the man on the loveseat in the room. “Darling, there you are….you’re late.” he said looking up at you from his phone unamused. “I’m terribly sorry sir.” you grabbed the glass some ice and his favorite whisky to hand to him. “Do you like? You picked it out for me.” you asked twirling slowly for him as to show off the red lace lingerie, the straps forming over the cups in a plush subtle velvet, the high thong with a design to show off your ass….ets, the belt with a heart in the middle…his favorite. “Even down to the shoes, you’re my favorite doll.” he sipped his whisky a small smile befalling his lips. “You were quite silent today, did you have a bad day sir?” “Just business matters nothing to worry your head with.” he stood up his aura towering over you. Your panties sticking closer than before. His presence now making its way behind you as he wrapped you in his arms. “Let me help you relax then? After all I’d hate for your day to be entirely ruined.” you turned to face him, the ribbon choker you’d tied in a bow for him catching his eye. “Unwrap my present?” he smirked and leaned in his breath fanning over your face. “You always do look best in red Darling.”

Red lipstick smeared on both your faces as he roughly pushes you down on the couch, his frustrations of the day getting the better of him finally. He’ll show them. He’ll show all of them. “Good girl, always so ready and wet for me.” he pulls your hips up as he leans down. “Practically dripping and ruining our favorite couch. What am I supposed to do then? Hmm?” he licked a bold stripe up your slit groaning at the way you jolted. He loved the little whimpers you made. “My favorite little plaything, all worked up? Tell me who’s got you this way.” he growled. “Y-y-ou.” you whimpered against him. “Who?” he questioned again his thumb starting slow circles on your clit. “Y-you J-Jongh…sir.” you moaned as his speed increased. “Look at you, makeup smeared already…moaning, and bucking.” he groaned continuing his ministrations on you, leaving you desperate for more. His tongue found his way back to you as he worked you ever so close to what your body is aching for. He pulled away before shoving two of his fingers in you harshly curling and pumping them ever so slightly. “Cumming so soon Darling?” he rasped in your ear. “Y-Yes.” you moaned, hips bucking. “Uh uh, you know the rules….” he slowed the pace down, frustrating you further as the orgasm you had been so close to now slipped away. “O-Only on your cock, sir.” you tried to grind back into his hand only to be met with a harsh slap which left you begging for more. “P-Please sir, u-use me.” “I plan on it darling.” he groaned before removing his fingers harshly and giving you another spank on the opposite cheek. “Stay put. I didn’t say you could move.” he forced your shoulders down again before dragging his thick cock through your folds. “So fucking wet.” he growled again sinking in, your body pulling him in tighter. “And so fucking tight. You can’t seem to get enough can you?” “N-No sir, never enough.” you let out a harsh moan as he snapped his hips all the way forward. His hand came to the back of your neck pushing you further into the couch as he rammed his hips into yours, the sounds of skin slapping apparent. Your moans became muffled by the cushions but with each snap you grew louder and louder. Even with you moaning below him, his favorite sight he couldn’t get that stupid fucking deal out of his head. He’ll show them respect, who really owns who here.

He picked you up and walked you over to the balcony the room had that overlooked the club. He was going to show everyone just how good he was at his job, that he had you, he owned you. You grabbed onto the railing as one of his hands made it’s way up to your throat and the other stayed on your hip. “You like that hmm? Like knowing the whole club can see you getting fucked up here if they just would look up? Like knowing you’re above them because I’m the one fucking you darling?” “Y-Yes!” you clenched around him once more your orgasm building. He squeezed on your throat constricting your airways sending your mind and subsequently your body reeling as your orgasm crashed through you leaving you moaning and dripping onto the floor of the balcony. That’s it, that’ll show them, show everyone….he’s in charge. He’s the boss here, what he says goes. Teach them to fuck him over in the deal. “There’s a good girl.” he praised as his hips sped up again, the overstimulation already overwhelming…you couldn’t possibly cum again that quickly. Fuck it felt so good, like putty in his hands. He fucked you though another orgasm, hips unrelenting as he pulled you back in, two was quite enough for the show if anyone was watching. After what felt like an eternity his hips stuttered as his spilled into you, the heavy load filling you to the brim. “Show me.” he commanded as you spread your legs and felt it drip out of you. “So good for me darling.” he kissed your crown before getting up to grab a cloth to clean you up.

Your legs are left shaking, your body feel like it’s been put on vibrate, but that sweet tone of his voice, that truly brings you back. You see him press a few buttons on his phone before tossing it back to the side and coming back to you. “Thank you sir.” you smiled weakly, exhaustion hitting you. “It’s Jongho. You don’t have to keep going.” he smiled and met your lips in a loving way. “Rest now darling.” he moved your messy hair back and began to hum lightly to you. His voice soothing you to sleep. “Goodnight Jongho.” you curled into him, the low bass thrumming through the floor, you’d be out for maybe an hour max, continuing what you started.

There was only ever one downfall to your job.

You were in love with your boss.

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andromedaexists · 2 months

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WUPDATE: Desecrate

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟼𝚝𝚑 || 𝙱𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙾𝚃

sorry for stepping away for a few weeks, there were a couple things happening in my life that required my full attention!

BUT I'M BACK!!! (a lil bit late BUT THAT'S OKAY) and I come with news!

I was accepted into Lavender Con! It's a new book convention in Washington, DC that's coming up in June! I will be attending as an author with 2 days of signing time for Call Me Icarus! I will also be bringing a couple proofs of Incorrect Eyes, I might even give them out as ARCs!!

Incorrect Eyes is entering revisions! I stopped working on it for a few weeks to let it ruminate while some alpha readers looked at it. Not all of my readers have come back to me at this point, but I have enough feedback that I want to start working on it and get it rolling!

Desecrate is entering re-writes! I have a decent amount written from last spring when I used Desecrate as my final project for Starting A Novel. Since then, I have changed a lot of things including the entirety of Kit's personality, so the story is going into full re-writes!

I have a new project on my plate! I had the idea for a cozy fantasy that I would love to work on in the background as a way to sort of decompress from my heavy hitters (a.k.a. my stories about: rebellion & revolution, paranoia & body horror, and the deconstruction of religion & religious trauma). This is a background work so I don't wanna talk too much on it, but i'm very excited about it!!

I think that covers most of what's going on! I spent a lot of time developing a (nearly 10k word) plot outline for desecrate and we're going back in from square one!

But I know y'all are here for the snippies:

snippies are going to be a little bit different moving forward now that the news of tumblr feeding our posts to AI has come out. I've already opted out of this happening again, but just in case tumblr is a soulless corporation (it is), I am still going to remain cautious. That means the snippies I share will now be from early drafts of my stories and will not be the same as they appear on page. They might also be shorter! but I don't want to stop sharing all-together

from desecrate:

Kit feels emotions thick in the back of his throat as he walks through the home. Everything has been left untouched, covered by a light layer of dust from the year of vacancy. It’s a good thing he doesn’t have a lot to move in, there isn’t much room left. “Whoa, are these all you?” Benny asks from across the room. Ah yes, the Kit wall. His mother had installed it in the house before they moved to the city, leaving his papa here alone. It’s the far wall of the living room and it’s filled with hundreds of photos, all of him from the time of his birth up until the day they moved about a decade ago. Kit walks over to join Benny just as Father Isaac comes up behind them, resting his hands on their shoulders (Kit & Benny are shoulder to shoulder w/ father Isaac between then but behind them family portrait style). His eyes scan over his youth photographed before him. Pictures of him as an infant in the frilly dresses his mom made him wear, pictures from every year of ballet he did, pictures from ever sport he ever participated it. “Oh my God!” Benny gasps. “Kitty, you never told me that you were a cheerleader?” In her hand is a picture from 8th grade, the year before they moved. The year before kit’s life changed. A pang of sadness resounds through Kit’s heart as he looks at the picture. He was happy, truly happy then. He misses those much simpler times when he didn’t know who he was but that didn’t matter, that didn’t stop him from doing what he loved to do with the people he loved.

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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usodhdkdh I DONT REMEMBER THEM TIME TO MAKE NEW ONES :3

so i’ll give you three options, choose whichever one is easiest okay?

you notice izuku is stressed and you take him out on a date + give him flowers (i think his reaction would be cute)

you sing for izuku for the first time or or or YOU GUYS DUET SOMETHING :0

you watch a horror movie with izuku and then y’all hear some noise and you both are petrified in your seats because i think he’d be super scared in horror movies too

flora i love your blog so much! i just wanna give you a few compliments dont mind me:

- thank you for being so kind and nice to me for no reason!

- THANK YOU FOR JUST INTERACTING WITH ME it makes my day and i love seeing you on my dash

- your writing <3 it’s so funny and sweet at the same time i’m always smiling while reading it

again congrats on 2k <3 take care of yourself

⊹˚.🦇 WATCHING A HORROR MOVIE - BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

🦇. flora's notes : so as i told u in dms, i couldn't write a fic without being shit so i made headcanons instead i hope that's okay 😭. and thank you so so much for your sweet compliments, OF COURSE I INTERACT W U, MY FAVORITE THING ON HERE IS TO TALK WITH PEOPLE, and you're just so so adorable how could i not ? 💓

🦇. exciting news : this is the beginning of my halloween themed posts 🤭 of course i will still post regular posts but if u have autumn/halloween themed requests PLEASE SEND

🦇. female, male and gn reader friendly 💓

m.list | comment or reblog if you enjoyed !

⊹˚.🦇 IZUKU MIDORIYA

🦇. he NEVER watched horror movies before you, he kept a safe distance between him and the horror section of netflix

🦇. you actually suggested the idea on your first Halloween together

🦇. he didn't want to upset you, so he agreed BUT HE WAS FREAKING OUT on the inside

🦇. he wanted to be like those couples you see on social media, where he was the strong guy holding his scared lover and reassuring them

🦇. and so that's how he seated, your back against his chest and his arms around you

🦇. but he couldn't help but jump when a sound was particularly loud or when a monster came on the screen

🦇. and his hold on you got tighter, like MUCH tighter

🦇. "are you scared izu ?", "no I'm just uh-uh surprised that's all... yes I'm scared" he admits, looking away from your gaze

🦇. "it's okay izu, that's what horror movies are for, don't be ashamed !" you kiss his cheek and hold his hand to reassure him

🦇. he asks so many questions too cuz he has no knowledge on the paranormal lore😭

🦇. "wait how can they get the demon out of the body ? how did it even get in ? i so don't want that to happen to me it looks so scary. y/n what is that symbol ? does it work in real life ?"

⊹˚.🦇 KATSUKI BAKUGO

🦇. huge horror movie fan and will never say no to one

🦇. talks too much

🦇. "ugh that was so predictable", "i knew this was gonna happen, about 20 movies have the same scenario tsk"

🦇. HE'S LIKE THE "I BELIEVE WHAT I SEE" GUY

🦇. he doesn't believe in paranormal stuff so he's just so chill during the movie

🦇. sleeps peacefully after while you're lurking everywhere if Samara from the ring didn't just come out of your TV

🦇. he wakes up and tries to keep you from moving by putting a strong arm around you, "why the fuck are you moving so much dumbass ?"

🦇. "the uh- the movie it-", "tsk, shut up and come here. nothing's gonna hurt you on my watch" he says, pulling you closer

🦇. if you let him choose the movie, he will make some snacks

🦇. he will never admit it, because it's katsubabe but he loves making snacks for you to enjoy while he cuddles with you on the couch

⊹˚.🦇 SHOTO TODOROKI

🦇. he kind of always wanted to do those clichés stuff couples do and watching movies with his s/o was on his bucket list

🦇. and he was the one asking you, in perfect shoto style-

🦇. "y/n, I have a list of everything I want to do with you and I want to watch a horror movie tonight" very straightforward but in a cute way AND AT LEAST Y'ALL DON'T HAVE COMMUNICATION ISSUES

🦇. of course you said yes cuz he's just adorable

🦇. STIFF AS A STICK

🦇. he never says no to watching movies with you, he LOVES feeling like he protects you by having his arms around you

🦇. he never reacts to the jumpscares or the monsters but he really enjoys watching horror movies

🦇. now he has subscribed to so many paranormal/true crimes youtube channels and has articles on them on his phone too

🦇. watches the Netflix releases and puts the one he wants to watch with you in the watchlist

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eemcintyre · 11 months

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It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over

So, this is a bit different from what I usually write, and I'm not 100% thrilled w how it turned out, but there were enough decent parts that I figured I'd share it with y'all and let you be the judge of that? Anyway, the next one will probably be smth a lot more lighthearted, so look forward to that

Summary- After a long time of being apart, you and Tom reunite, but what should have been a pleasant evening turns into a fight when Tom's exhaustion and frustration causes his personal demons to make an appearance. Very loosely tied to "All or Nothing at All."

TW- Arguing, references to and a very brief instance of abuse. Hurt/comfort, light angst.

It was the middle of October and Tom and Y/N had been married for about six months. As an A-list actor and up-and-coming production designer, respectively, they both had very full, often differing schedules. But though one or the other of them could be in another state or country for weeks at a time, when the both of them were back at the Colorado house, the two of them had begun to develop an agreeable routine. The current moment was such a time that they would both be in town for a couple of weeks.

Y/N, who usually returned home earlier than Tom, got the house to herself for a couple of days. Although she enjoyed the peace, often with some jazz records, a book, and/or a cup of tea, she also looked forward to when he got home. Whoever was the first one home would put dinner together, so, in addition to decompressing with her records and reading, Y/N had done some cooking.

The dishes sat in the oven where they would remain ready to eat until Tom arrived. The autumnal weather that evening was also ideal, and in addition to having several of the house windows open, Y/N envisioned her and Tom sitting on the back patio together afterwards, enjoying the yellow birch trees, the sway of the grass fields, and the distant mountains that could be seen through the clear air.

The familiar notification chimed on the security system, signaling that Tom had just entered through the home’s gates. Reaching a stopping point in her book, Y/N rose from her seat in one of the living room’s cognac-colored armchairs and adjusted her hair. It had been almost a month since they’d seen each other face-to-face, the longest they’d been apart since being married, and the excitement she felt was on-par with when they had first dated. She wanted to look perfect and for everything in the house to be perfect, and she would have to restrain herself from tackling him as soon as he came in the door.

After his car had traveled the winding path to the garage, Y/N finally heard footsteps on the porch and the creak of the front door. Jogging across the front hallway to meet him, she threw her arms around him before he had a chance to drop his bags.

“It’s been a minute,” she murmured, standing on her toes to reach the spot where his neck met his shoulder. Pressing her face to it, she grinned, inhaling his scent. She felt his arms circle her midsection after he managed to set his luggage down, and he gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he sighed, extricating himself from her hold and heading toward the kitchen. A bit disoriented by his lackluster greeting, but figuring he was tired from his trip, she followed.

Removing the baseball cap he wore and tossing it onto the wood countertop, he leaned against the kitchen island on his elbows and rested his head in his hands. Y/N lingered in the entryway, eyebrows furrowed, but maintaining her smile.

“How was your flight?”

“It was fine.” He did not elaborate, and instead turned to rummage through a couple of the kitchen cabinets.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just have a headache.” His tone was flat as he threw open the kitchen medicine cabinet and the cabinet of cups and glasses with a surprising amount of force, nearly slamming them shut after he retrieved the small plastic bottle of painkillers and a water glass. Y/N flinched, crossing into the room and standing across from Tom at the island.

“Are you sure?” she pressed, cocking her head to the side and fixing him with an intense, concerned stare.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he responded tartly, kneading his forehead.

"Dinner's in the oven,” Y/N changed the subject, hoping this information would enthuse him.

“I’m not hungry right now,” he said without looking at her, and she began to sense that something was really wrong.

“Okay, well, if you want any later, I can fix you a plate,” she murmured.

“Okay.” He paused, still leaning against the counter, looking out the window into the backyard instead of at her. “Thanks.”

“So, tell me about the negotiations; how did it go? Did you settle on a contract?” she referenced his recent efforts to get cast in an upcoming movie.

“If you really wanna know, it ended up being a complete waste of time. I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

“What do you mean? What happened?” She disregarded his increasingly hostile tone.

“I didn’t get the part, what do you think happened?” he snapped, his voice rising in volume. His jaw clenched as she rounded the island until she stood beside and slightly behind him.

“Tom, I’m sorry. I know that was really important to you.”

“No, you don’t know, you have no idea. After all this time, it’s still like nobody takes me seriously, as a serious actor. I’m just so tired of…”

She leaned in closer. “-Hey, look at me. It’s their loss.”

“...And then, the second I walk in the door you’re, like, interrogating me-”

Y/N reached for his glass of water and placed a hand on his shoulder blade. “-Why don’t we just sit on the patio, and…”

“I… just, you know what, just leave me alone, okay? Damn it!”

Tom roughly shrugged Y/N’s hand off of his back as he turned to leave the room, accidentally elbowing her hard in the process. Her other arm, shooting out to catch herself as she flew back, knocked the glass of water from the counter to the floor, where it shattered.

“Oh, God…” he muttered, the heels of his hands pressed to his forehead as he shook his head. Immediately, his anger dissipated, replaced with horror. It was a few seconds before he dared to meet Y/N’s gaze. She stood completely motionless, her face drained of color. “Fuck, Y/N, that got out of hand. I am so sorry…” He took a step toward her and reached for her, and she recoiled.

“Don’t touch me!” she cried, as tears spilled from her eyes, although a moment later she collapsed into his chest, sobbing.

As he held her and stroked her hair, tears welled up in Tom’s own throat. He knew he would never forget the frightened way Y/N had looked at him; it made him feel physically ill. No matter how much he tried, all his life, to repress the part of him that was like his father, it had surfaced to hurt an undeserving person, the person he’d least wanted to hurt in the world. He wanted to disappear; to walk into the ocean, step in front of a car, or at least for her to hit him back or something; do anything except to just stand there and cry.

“You said… that in our house… there would be no hitting or yelling,” she sobbed into his sweater. “You promised. You said that you never wanted to be anyt-thing like your dad and that the... all of that would end w-with us.”

They sank down to a spot on the floor, Y/N still cradled in Tom’s arms, away from the spilled water and glass. In a soft voice, he replied:

“I did. I’m so sorry. I did promise you that. Every time I do something he would have done or say something he would have said it makes me sick. I’m not proud of it. At all. All I’ve ever wanted to do is protect you and make you feel safe, and instead I’ve fucked up so bad… and now you’ll always be afraid of me…” Tom fell silent and closed his eyes as he choked up.

He was shocked when he felt Y/N cup one side of his face with her hand, brushing her lips against the other.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over as she shifted into a crouched position between his legs, grasping his face between both her hands. She appeared to be studying him.

“Hey, I’m not giving up on you just yet. You’re not getting away that easy,” she murmured, with the faintest of smirks. She took his hands, gazing thoughtfully down at them. “You are not your father. Even though you still have things to work through, you’re already a better man than he ever was. Because your father was never sorry, was he? He never tried, he never even wanted to try to be different.”

“I will get this under control; I won't lose you,” Tom said decisively. “He is not going to define who I am.”

“I know, we don’t run away from our problems now, right?” Y/N mused, recalling one of their past conversations.

“I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll take classes, read books- I’ll take up meditation or- or mindfulness…” Y/N chuckled quietly and nodded, wiping her reddened eyes with her sleeve as he continued. “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to forgive me, or if I even deserve it-”

She cut him off with a delicate kiss. When they broke apart, he stared at her, bewildered, and she shrugged. “I forgive you. I’m still upset right now, but I forgive you. And I’m sorry for trying to push you to talk when you weren’t ready. But we will start again tomorrow morning, and we will go on.”

As Tom and Y/N picked up the broken pieces of glass together and soaked up the water, the birds sang through the open living room windows. The sun fell lower in the sky, its beams pervading the whole kitchen and covering its occupants in gold. After the mess had been cleaned, Y/N stepped into the bathroom to wash her face and collect her thoughts. When she emerged, Tom was in the still in the kitchen, but he held a mug of tea in each hand.

“How about we start again right now?” he suggested, gesturing to the back door that led to the patio. One could tell by looking at the sky that a gorgeous sunset was approaching.

She walked up to him wordlessly, taking one of the mugs from him and glancing at the lovely scene beyond the door. “Okay,” she murmured, and his uncertain expression transformed into one of relief.

They walked, an arm around each other, out to the half-moon arrangement of Adirondack chairs, squinting against the sunlight. Tom noted how Y/N seemed to glow golden in its path and he knew that he had to make this work.

#tom cruise #one shot #creative writing #fanfic #tom cruise fic #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise angst #angst #light angst #self insert #reader insert #x reader #tw anger issues #tw angst #tw abuse

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swedenis-h · 3 months

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Oh btw,

It's gonna take me about 75 years but,

I'm writing an AU! Where Luke & Leia go back in time cause the Force Decided To Hell with it and they fix everything >:3c

I have planned angst involving Leia having to see her dad and Alderaan again >:3c

And also them arriving in the Past and Leia's 45 and decked out in her Chancellor Gear, but Luke is in his Post Rebellion 20 year old body, still scarred up/robo handed cause the Force sent them in bodies where they felt in control>>:3c

So, Chaos Twins Yes but also, Y'all Have 9 months To Fix This Mess And Also Confront With Your Twin Shit You've Hidden For Decades

It's going to take 15 forevers cause I refuse to write this w/o clones and I have refused to engage in star war shit since The Force Awakens so I'm rusty AND behind

I thought you might be interested in hearing about how I'm going to microwave our favorite Scrungle Skywalker and his very scary sister tho!!!

-Goose

^Mac on a heating pad (warm!)

This idea is so slay, I’m so excited for the far future for whenever you drop it!!

And uuhh if you want any commissioned art for it uuhhh I wouldn’t uhhh mind uuuhh drawing some stuff 🫢🫢🤭

HI MAC ON A HEATING PAD!

Here’s Charlie IN the heating pad (SO warm)!

#dm me tho 👁️#asks #agrimmbrothersgrimmestgoose

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roosterbruiser · 7 months

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giving a life update bc it makes me feel better about myself feat. another face reveal

I think I'm gonna treat this like a sort of journal entry and include some cute pictures so this doesn't feel like an absolute dump :-)

so to begin here's a picture of my nephew (yes it's a dog)

I am so excited for all my upcoming projects. right now, my focus is on finishing CS all the way. after I finish CS, I think I'm gonna go ahead and come out w HOT TO GO! (BRB x Reader) and then start regularly posting VV and SS again. I think I have my October schedule pinned down (like everything that's coming out) and that is so exciting! I can't wait to share w y'all!

I'm a working girl now!! I nanny 4 days a week!! it's lovely!! just one baby who's only 1!! and the parents work from home so I never have to stay late or anything!! it has been a bit of a challenge getting used to the schedule (but I thrive with schedules!) so that's why I've been a bit absent on here!!

still trying to get my house set up....living room has come a loooooong way, but my bedroom is suffering! hoping to work on it here and there! but my main priority is getting back into my regularly scheduled writing!! the living room def isn't completely done (have to finish my gallery walls!) and I wish the walls weren't white, but we're renting so! I do what I must!

plus being back in the area I'm in now means I'm by my friends again so I've been Going Out And Socializing which is crazy!!! here's some pictures of me at a local brewery wearing the bolo necklace I got with @ohgodnotagainn in Colorado!!!

in all complete and utter seriousness, whenever I was coming out with a new chapter for my three stories every single week (and updating Landslide like every two days!) I was at my lowest point. I was like one nasty thought away from having a grippy sock vacation and holding onto anything that eased my Darkness--which was absolutely writing and sharing on here with everyone!

here's a pic of me when I was at one of my lowest points. I was in Chicago in the dead of winter with people I didn't know very well (it was still fun!) and had never felt more lost in my life. it also exactly coincided with my stories getting popular on here after my 200 follower celebration. like, I remember being on the train and checking my Tumblr every hour and always having 100+ notifications. I'll never forget how mind-boggling it was!! I went from 200 followers in early January to 2.8k now in late September. and I love you all SO much!!!

I'd like to think I look much happier now :-)

I kind of have a bf now and I'm sooooo embarrassed ab it. like. who breaks up with the person they thought they were gonna marry, gets back with their ex, and just stays w them??? me, I guess! no but I am actually happy. we're going to see CHAPPELL MF ROAN'S ALBUM RELEASE tomorrow and he's gonna wear a silk scarf and trim his mustache. I'm in love. like, actually in love. Alice Hoffman says, "Fall in love whenever you can." so I did!

the closest I'll give to a face reveal.....

anyway. I'm happy. the only thing I wanna work on right now is my health (simply MUST get into the hot girl mindset) and my writing!! everything else is gravy, baby!!

gonna try to answer asks / mentions / dm's this weekend!

#life shmife #life update #face reveal part three #update #my works #my wirting #my life

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from your ice cream truck can i request a vanilla bean sugar cone with fresh fruit, please and thank you <3

Order up!! One vanilla bean sugar cone with fresh fruit for Izzy and Mirror!! Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairings ➼ Armin Arlert x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, established relationship, modernAU, suggestive content, aged up

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hi Izzy and Mirror! I really enjoyed this one! It's so cute and I just love the idea of taking Armin to the beach. Just his cute little face UGH. This of course is an aged up blue-eyed blonde! I'm kind of tempted to write more for this but alas, I must continue on with my other requests for now. I hope y'all like it!! <3

☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.6k

As the late afternoon sun lingers high for this time of the year, the small trees that litter the front yard of the home you and Armin share are chock-full of birds singing as they get ready for the evening. After hours of packing the necessities for a weekend getaway, you find yourself sitting on the porch step with your car keys twirling around your forefinger as you wait for your fiancé to come home from work.

Your foot taps in anticipation at the thought of traveling. Ever since you and Armin moved, neither of you have been able to take time off to do something out of town, more so you than him since you were always on call. Fortunately, you were able to pull the necessary strings with your boss and even better was the opportunity to hire a dog-sitter at the very last minute.

The hotel was booked as soon as you got the confirmation for time off and now you sit waiting for the 5 hour drive west. All you needed was your future husband who had no idea about the trip you had planned for the next few days.

About a quarter of an hour passes and finally, you see Armin’s cobalt sedan pull into the cul-de-sac and right into the small driveway. You wave your hand with a grin at his wide eyes, no doubt surprised at seeing you sitting on the brick steps. You’re quick to jump up and skip over to the driver’s side door, opening it for Armin before he can do it. His laughter becomes louder as it’s pulled open, and he stares up at you with a mixture of concern and amusement.

“What are you doing, love?” He chuckles, sliding himself out of the seat so that he’s standing in front of you. Pulling him down by his tie, you place your lips over his and he’s quick to kiss back, despite the physical shock of your quick actions. When he breaks away, you see his face blush a bright pink that blooms across his nose.

“I love what you’re doing, but what’s going on?” He mumbles down at you, his heart jumping at your beautiful smile.

“I need you out of that suit, mister.” You say coyly.

“I-w-what? I just got home.” His eyebrows shoot to the top of his face, eyes as big as saucers at your audacious statement.

“Don’t get it twisted. I need you in comfy clothes and back out here in ten minutes.” You place your hands over his chest and lean up for another chaste kiss. When you pull away, he stands dumbfounded at your statement. You jut your bottom lip out in a pout at him.

“What? You don’t trust me?”

“I-I do. This is just so sudden.” He stutters.

“I know! That’s the point. Go change!!” You beam at him.

He nods reluctantly and brushes past you heading for the front door. Your eyes spot his forgotten bag sitting in the passenger seat and you shout Armin’s name before he can disappear. You reach down and grab it with tight fingers then whip around, closing the door with your foot. Armin’s head pops out of the doorframe to see what you need and before thinking, you toss it his way. His reflexes kick in as he catches it with a sheepish smile.

“Put that somewhere in the closet, you won’t be needing it.” You say.

Before Armin had come home, you packed your car with the bags and snacks needed for the trip down to be as efficient as possible. The thought of how excited he was going to be makes you feel giddy, warmth spreading from your heart all through your body to the tips of your toes. He deserved this trip and you were so excited to finally give it to him.

Your blue-eyed blonde finally comes bounding down the steps in a pair of jeans and soft t-shirt, his own pair of keys being tucked away from him locking the front door. He gives you a puzzled look at you in the driver's side, an unusual sight for him when it comes to driving with both of you. You normally prefer to have Armin drive, but this was a surprise, you didn’t want him to find out what it was until you both arrived at the destination.

When he slides in the passenger side, the scent of musty book pages and lemons wafts your way. Armin’s archivist position always made it, so he smelled like the library he worked in whenever he came home. The lemon scent came from the body wash he’s used for years, something you never wanted to change as it was a comfort to you. You inhale softly as you look over to him, who is currently giving you a still very perplexed expression.

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re heading at 3 in the afternoon?” An eyebrow raises at you when you pinch your pointer and thumb together and drag them across your lips in a zipper motion. He hums and turns to buckle himself in.

“Okay, well just so you know, the life insurance doesn’t kick in until we get married so if you’re planning to kill me now, it’s the wrong time.” You laugh hard at that. A goofy grin lights up his face as he watches you double over.

“Oh believe me, if I murder you, I’ll be smart about it. I don’t watch all those crime shows for nothing. I’ve been thinking of a ‘Gone Girl’ type of situation.” You joke back, reaching over to pat the top of his head. “Don’t worry, ‘Min! It’s going to take some time, but it’ll be worth it, I promise!” You shoot him a wink before shifting the vibrating car into reverse and pulling out of the driveway.

About 3 hours into the drive, you hear the soft snores belonging to Armin off to the side. You imagine the heavy dinner you both stopped for finally made his exhaustion win out, not like you were complaining. You side eye his soft face that rests against the seat belt, his cheek squishing against it in the most adorable way. Blonde hair falls in his face, the same-colored long eyelashes resting gently on his cheekbones. If you weren’t driving, you would lean over and kiss his adorable face.

The car zips past rows of fields full of miscellaneous agriculture, blowing in the mid-summer breeze. You’ve been on the highway going a steady 70mph with no interruptions and you thank whoever is looking out for you for giving you a peaceful drive. By this time, the sun off to the west is lower in the sky than when you had left, but it is still nowhere close to sunset. One of the best perks of summer. You reach over to brush some hair out of Armin’s face, laughing softly at him twitching in his sleep, before pinching the volume dial and turning it up slightly.

A few hours later and you’re pulling into the lot belonging to the small hotel you had booked a few weeks ago. It wasn’t anything to ride home about, but the hotel was affordable and within walking distance of Armin’s gift. As you set the car in park, you reach over and gently shake Armin by the arm to rouse him awake. He hums softly as his eyes flutter open at you, glassy and bright shining at you under the orange hues of the incoming sunset.

“Hey, we’re here.” You say with a great smile.

He blinks at you a few times as he wakes up. The seat underneath him squeaks as he sits up fully and does a big stretch, his body stiff from the position he was in for the last leg of the trip. His vision scans the surroundings and luckily nothing gives away his surprise. He does, however, raise an eyebrow at you again. A quiet laugh escapes you as you see the red line that mars the side of his face from the seatbelt he was resting on.

“Are you going to tell me where we are, now?” He runs a hand through his hair to get it back in place. You reach over to ruffle it which results in him swatting at you with a pout, but there’s a hint of amusement in his expression.

“Why don’t you get out and tell me.” You unbuckle your seat belt as you talk, shooting him another coy smile.

He cinches his eyebrows together but unbuckles his own seatbelt before cracking the door open and sliding himself out. All you can see is his lower half as he stands tall, turning around slowly as he takes in the sights, smells, sounds, and feels.

Instantly, you’re hit with the warm humidity, already making your clothes stick to your skin. Your nose is filled with salty air and a hint of cooking meat from the restaurant next door. It’s muffled, but you hear the distant crash of waves coming from behind the hotel building. You sense Armin freezing in place as realization dawns on him.

You push your door open and slide yourself out, turning your head to look at Armin over the top of the car. His gaze slowly shifts over to you, one of the biggest smiles you’ve seen plastered on his face. Those blue eyes of his, so big and full of love for you, staring straight at you. He’s in full shock, and because of that your own shit-eating grin curves up into your face.

“Are we where I think we are?” He says softly, voice trembling.

“Why don’t we go see?” You reply, closing your door with a gentle slam. Walking around the front of the car, you stretch a hand out for him to take which he does without hesitation. He ends up taking the lead, not thinking as his excitement takes over and practically drags you along.

Eventually, the pavement underneath your shoes turns into soft sand, crunching with every step. Armin leads you past a deteriorating wooden fence held together by thin wire and up a sand dune separated by grassy sections. When you both peak, everything goes silent as you both hold a breath at the sight ahead.

The sun sits right above the ocean, just kissing the edge of the water. The sky is painted bright oranges, pinks, and purples as the light bids itself goodnight. There are only a few people on the beach, packing up their belongings from the hours spent in the water. A couple of kids run by with their shrieks of laughter trailing behind them like their kites high in the sky.

You feel Armin’s hand squeeze yours gently. When you look over to him, you’re met with his shining stare that reflects so beautifully off the sky. They’re crinkled in the corners from the loving smile he’s giving you.

“You did all of this for me?” He whispers.

“Of course I did, ‘Min. I see how hard you’re working and you deserve everything nice. I know you were talking about going to the ocean one day so…” You give him a smile so big it closes your eyes just briefly. You feel his forehead resting on yours and you both stand there for a moment, taking in the sounds of the waves crashing and the seagulls calling out for each other from above.

“Thank you. For taking me to the sea and for loving me the way you do.” He says quietly. He pulls away and looks down at you. Before you know it, he’s sliding down the sand with you in hand and leads you down to the water line.

“Armin! We’re not in our bathing suits!” You exclaim from behind. Your voice gets lost in the salty ocean breeze as you’re being pulled along. He doesn’t stop until you’re both at the edge of where the waves reach. He’s pulling his shoes off and tugging his pant legs up so they don’t get wet. Blue eyes find yours in the middle of this and you can’t help but laugh at the child-like expression gracing his features. With just a look, you’re doing the same quickly, pulling off your shoes and socks and thanking your past self for putting yourself into some cozy shorts for the drive.

Shoes now discarded, you both stare at each other. As if reading each other’s mind, you both take a few steps until your feet are submerged into the warmth of the surf. The sand shifting underneath the pads of your toes tickles almost and you don’t hold back the gleeful laugh.

You’ve been to the ocean before, though it has been many years. But this was Armin’s first time. Growing up with only his elderly grandfather and subsequently losing him early on didn’t grant him the opportunities to see the coast. When you both met, you promised you’d take him one day.

sYou watch as Armin chuckles to himself softly at the feeling of the saltwater rushing over his ankles.

You’re glad you were able to finally take him.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t notice until it’s too late that Armin is dragging you more into the water. The bottom of his pants is painted dark blue from the wet, but he doesn’t have a care in the world. His sights are set on you as he pulls you and does the unthinkable – falling back into the water and taking you with him.

All you hear is the rumbling of waves and popping of bubbles around you as you sink into the ocean water. You’re able to shut your eyes and shut your mouth holding a yelp about to escape before any water can make it in.

You shoot back up to the surface while gasping for air. Armin stands next to you with his gaze locked on the sun off in the horizon, just barely peeking over the water.

“Armin, now we have to trek through the ho-“ You’re cut off by Armin’s lips crashing down on yours. You taste the salt immediately mixed in with his saliva as he deepens the kiss, tilting your chin up into him with a finger. You’re quick to melt into his hold on you.

He pulls away and stares down at you. Those captivating eyes of his makes your stomach do flips. You didn’t think there was anything that would make you love this man any more than you already did but the way he looks at you with his wet hair flipped back and out of his face makes your heart jump.

Your body moves faster than your mind as you find yourself leaping up on Armin, legs wrapped around his waist as your arms do the same around his neck. Your mouth finds his again and you don’t hesitate to slide your tongue through his parted lips, flicking at his. He hums into the kiss, and you feel the corners of his mouth pull up into a smile.

You feel his hands make their way under your ass and grips tight, manicured nails digging straight in your flesh. One hand then makes its way into your shirt and up your back, no doubt leaving red trail marks as his fingers drag up your skin. Pulling away, you bite the bottom of his lip gently before fully facing him.

“You know, we have a perfectly dry hotel room we could use.” You chuckle softly.

Needless to say, the check-in process at the front desk was just as awkward as it was to get the soaking wet clothes off each other’s body as quickly as possible the moment you both made it to the room.

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