#and shes just a little innocent angel with funny eyes. who loves to play and kiss me and run around jumping up and down. silly

[sar3nka]

Well fuck they can't remove the tumor in Bezi so it's pretty much a death sentence. The only hope is that her meds will stop the growth completely and she lives a month or 3 at best...

She's fine now, will talk to the vet a bit in like an hour and see what are the options. But the surgeon who called me to inform me abt all this told me not to get my expectations very high

[sytoran]

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pairing ★ sub!natasha romanoff x fem!avenger!reader

synopsis ★ on a plane ride to dubai for a romantic getaway, natasha takes matters into her own hands, and your cock into her own mouth. (oops?)

warnings ★ explicit content (minors dni), pwp, semi-public sex, jealous natasha is scarily hot, you are not the lord's strongest soldier, you have a cock, you almost get caught (kind of)

word count ★ 2.6k (IM BACKKK!!!! ...for now)

With Thor, Valkyrie and Carol back on Earth for about two weeks or so, you and Natasha were relieved of your Avenger duties. And what better way to spend the restful break than going on a romantic getaway to Dubai with the love of your life?

On the eighth of the eleven-hour flight, you were perfectly content to lounge in the luxuries of first-class, courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D. But it seems that for the Avenger who was constantly on her feet, Natasha didn't deal well with ennui.

“I’m bored, Y/N.”

Unbeknownst to your girlfriend’s hidden agenda, you paid little mind to Natasha’s statement, continuing to watch the subpar rom-com playing on the aeroplane screen in blissful ignorance.

“Sorry, baby, I know it’s a long flight. You wanna watch this movie with me?”

Natasha lets out an aggravated huff. Because of course you didn’t know the effect you had on her. As much as the whole Avenger getup was as bold as it was impressive, this laid-back version of you really showcased the underlying details that marked her attraction to you.

Thin-rimmed reading glasses sat atop your nose, stray hairs framing the delicacy of your sharp cheekbones and marble-cutting jawline. With a tight-fitting black turtleneck that strained under the bulkiness of your sinful biceps, cut from the finest vibranium, and loosely-hung grey sweatpants that finished off the whole look — Natasha was just about ready to start sucking you off.

That passing thought had just been one of amusement, rhetorical and hyperbolic, seemingly impossible but altogether funny. But then Natasha takes a few steps back, figuratively, and considers it again — and a smile likened to a scheming devil crawls upon her face.

Well, Widows always got what they wanted, didn’t they?

“Y/N,” Natasha purrs, intently pressing into your side.

“Mhm?” you hum, reaching out a hand to entwine it with hers. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You still bored?”

Your reaction was simply so innocent and angelic that Natasha almost felt bad for the devil-spawned arbitrary ploy she was about to enact.

Suddenly surging forward, Natasha lifts up the armrest that separates your seats, closing the distance between her and a trip down to hell, and lets a hand cup the mouth-watering bulge in your grey sweatpants.

“I said I’m bored, Daddy,” she whispers into your ear. “Mommy wants to play.”

The loud half-splutter, half-cough that resounds around the enclosed space around the two of you within the aeroplane is immaculate.

You choke on inhaled air, looking around at the other passengers with disbelief and anxiety, as if you had been scandalised.

And maybe you had been. Shifting in your seat uncomfortably, you desperately try to look away from the tantalising cleavage shoved in front of your sinning eyes.

Natasha’s low-cut top had you fighting every calvary in your mental war, and you struggle to regain a semblance of composure.

“But, uhm, Daddy wants to remind Mommy that we’re surrounded by complete strangers,” You whisper urgently, a handsome flush overtaking your features. “And that we are very well-known Avengers across the globe, so if we were to get caught we would end up on every news headline for the next month. And if it reaches Fury, well, we’d be in shit ton of trouble.”

Your state of arousal is unhelpfully heightened further when you notice that Natasha is eyeing your growing erection like a hawk, front teeth sinking into her ruby-red lip, ready to take strike and devour its prey.

“Oh darling, you know I’m a whore for attention,” Natasha replies loftily, and the silky-smooth way that the word ‘whore’ rolls off her tongue triggers a jolt of arousal straight to the tent in your sweatpants.

When Natasha begins caressing the hefty bulge in between your legs, a low groan emits from the depths of your throat and it melts in Natasha’s lower belly in the form of molten arousal.

“Natasha, as much as I want to rail you senseless in this very second—”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I don’t think that this is a good idea—”

“Stop thinking, then,” Natasha responds as if it’s the most simple answer in all of the galaxy, and before you can come up with another futile reason to deter her girlfriend’s libido, Natasha launches into action.

In a fraction of a second that could have rivalled Spiderman’s speed, Natasha unbuckles her seatbelt and sinks to her knees in front of your seat. Another upside of first-class was the spacious legroom which Natasha fully utilised. Ducking under your blanket, she drapes it over her hunched figure and tucks herself neatly between your legs.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, fumbling to unbuckle your own seatbelt and letting Natasha slide down your sweatpants. Social decency be damned, for when Natasha Romanoff presented herself to you, ripe for the taking, no one simply denied themself of that glorious heaven.

Deft fingers tug down black Calvin Klein boxers, and a huge, hardened cock springs out of its confinement. You exhale shakily as a hand wraps around the base, and a feather-light finger trails over its girthy length.

“I’m not surviving this, am I?” You mutter underneath your breath, leaning back into the seat. In response, Natasha gives kitten licks to the pre-cum emerging at your heady tip, so saintly and sinful all the same.

Guiding the head of your cock to a hot mouth, Natasha leisurely wraps her lips around the shaft. Your iron-hard grip on the armrest was almost completely useless in the face of regaining normalcy, not when the feeling of velvet lips set alight every nerve on her body.

“Fuck,” you curse breathlessly, your face contorting into one of pleasure. Darkened eyes fixate unto the blanket Natasha was hidden under, and your wandering mind fuels an image of your girlfriend’s hollowed cheeks and pliant mouth, to which you almost fall apart there and then.

Dirty, scandalous and filthy was being able to feel Natasha’s tongue swirl around your cock without seeing it happen. Your lack of sight heightened the sensitivity of your other senses by tenfold, and you had to physically restrain herself from bucking your hips forward.

Without warning, Natasha tilts her head up, ruffling the blankets, and then engulfs your cock in the threshold of her throat.

“Oh, Thanos' head on a fucking stick—”

“Excuse me ma’am, what can I get for you today?”

Your eyes fly open in a nanosecond, head jerking to the source of distraction. There in the aisle stood an air stewardess with a push-cart and a smile just a little too wide.

“Uh, uhm, just a water would be fine,” you choke out, attempting to exhale steadily as if you hadn’t been about to combust in your girlfriend's mouth just a few seconds ago.

“Right away, ma’am,” The stewardess answers. “You getting hot and bothered from the show?” She asks harmlessly, a smirk tugging up on her face.

You take a moment to understand the jest. Before you the shitty rom-com is still playing, except now there's a badly orchestrated sex scene playing, where the male actor is trying too hard to act as if he’s doing any good. It doesn’t do you any good that your face is flushed and evidently flustered, but for different yet similar reasons.

A false laugh escapes your lips, in hopes of driving the woman away. “What! No, no way. I’m all good here.”

You swear you can smell the jealousy radiating off from Natasha in leaps and bounds, and you decide it is best to end the conversation before Natasha fuses and convulses simultaneously.

God forbid Natasha decides to start deepthroating your cock at that exact moment.

You let out a ragged groan in front of the stewardess, as a hot mouth engulfs your cock in quick succession, sucking back and forth with an esteemed fervour.

“You alright there, sweetheart?” The lady asks, leaning closer, reaching out a hand to pat the side of your face.

You lean back, rapidly attempting to steady your breathing, and failing miserably. Natasha’s bobbing her head up and down with energised vigour, determined in her mission.

“Y-yeah, it’s really alright. Th-thanks, again.”

Just as you thought all was done and dusted, the air stewardess looks around cautiously. She leans closer to you with batted eyelashes and a supposedly seductive wink.

Then, in a low and sultry voice that seals your fate, the woman says, “Let me know if you need anything special, handsome.” You choke back a moan as Natasha twists her head, her talented tongue doing wonders to her cock.

The lady can’t get out of your sight any slower.

The moment the air stewardess disappears into the confines of the next cabin, footsteps fading away, Natasha's head whips out of the blanket, furrowed brows and an aggravated expression taking you by storm.

“‘Let me know if you need anything special, handsome!?’ Who does that whore think she is? Baby, do note that it’s taking me very large amounts of self-restraint not to get up right now and slap her silly. I can’t believe that an air stewardess would hit on anyone so openly like that, much less you! God, Y/N, I—”

Natasha’s stream of enjambments decrescendos into a meek silence at the look on your face.

Evanescent was the abrupt change in your demeanour, as if a switch had been flicked, as if the rest of the world had faded away, and it was just the two of them left.

Natasha’s cheeks flush so prettily, so quickly, because that look on your face only meant one thing.

A set jaw, glinting in the light — cut marble sculpted from the finest hands. Eyes that descend into such deep hues that Natasha feels like she’s drowning like the Titanic, downwards towards the depths of hell.

“Less talking, baby, more sucking.”

A rough hand finds Natasha’s head under the blanket and her hair is tugged on forcefully, jerking it forward to engulf the entirety of your cock. Natasha is more than happy to comply.

Natasha’s pretty gag is lost in the sound of the ongoing turbulence, and you grunt and drag those velvet walls down the length of your cock again. If Natasha decided to act like a brat, you could sure as hell treat her like one.

Up and down, up and down, and the way you manhandle Natasha to deepthroat a solid eight inches should be considered an Avengers-level threat. If you close your eyes, you can almost see the tears welling up in Natasha’s eyes, her pretty lips wrapped around your cock, strands of hair clinging to beads of sweat that adorn her face.

You're not too sure if the wet and squelching noises you hear are from Natasha's slick throat or a figment of your ever-rampant imagination. Either way, the contracting waves of Natasha’s throat around your cock is downright sinful, pretty and easy and oh so pliant.

From base to tip and tip to base, a preordained promise of paradise hangs in the atmosphere, and with each passing stroke, you barrel towards that high. You thrust hard into Natasha's throat, stretching it out, filling it up.

You lose yourself in the wet heat of Natasha’s mouth, your cock being stimulated in such heavenly eloquence of Natasha’s tongue. As an Avenger, you've fought a thousand battles, but none of them have ever quite left you as breathless as this one.

You're awfully close.

In the haze of being used like a mindless fucktoy, Natasha’s hand slips up the expanse of your clenched thigh muscle, and proceeds to toy with the heavy sack of balls. You groan, gripping Natasha’s hair tighter, tugging her downwards.

You're really, really close.

Your ears prick up as a sound emits from under the blanket, and your keen hearing picks up a whiny moan that sounds an awful lot like “Daddy, please”.

Oh, fuck.

Natasha’s helpless plea is what causes you to tumble over the edge of precipice, waves crashing and planets colliding as your vision becomes pure, unadulterated, white heat. “Fuck,” you grunt, a dragged-out groan from your chest, a ringing emblem of castle walls that crumble down.

Streaks and streaks of milky, white fluid are released into the depths of Natasha’s throat, coating her velvet walls, thick and creamy as it splatters against pink walls. Contented moans resound from Natasha, as she continues to suck on your extensive cock like it’s her last lifeline, like she might as well perish without it.

For a brief moment, you question your existence in the universe, and how remarkably infinitesimal you feel, hanging kilometres above the wide open sea and nothing else.

Be it land or sea or stars, though, you think you've found your muse, your reason for staying.

“Natasha,” you breathe out, like a sacred prayer, like a haunted blessing, as pleasure overrides your system.

You don’t recall quite how long you stay in that exact position, a hand cupping the back of Natasha’s head, rocking gently thorugh the aftershocks, Natasha’s palm resting on the side of your thigh.

Sentience gradually floats back into your capability, and you slowly blink as you arise from your out-of-body experience. “Well, shit,” you mumble, the aeroplane filtering into view, the snores from sleeping passengers around you becoming audible again.

Once the coast was deemed clear, you lift up the blanket covering your lap, but it turns out to be a dreadful decision as the sight of Natasha almost causes you to roll back into another orgasm.

Natasha’s previously neat hair was now a complete mess, sticking to her mouth and the sides of her face in the heat of sweat and slick. What used to be perfect, unblemished eyeshadow was now a runny mess due to Natasha’s tears, and a nude shade of bottle-red lipstick was smeared across her mouth and your semi-erect cock.

Lowered lashes shielded a smokey gaze, nearly all black, and you can feel herself hardening again, like you hadn’t just received a filthy blowjob that would make the heavens blush.

Immediately, that image of Natasha Romanoff was imprinted into her mind for an eternity to come, saved for future purposes.

By some saintly miracle, none of the passengers surrounding had awoken, and Natasha successfully crawls back into her seat with an all-too-smug smile.

“How was it?” She asks innocently, batting those lashes with a seductive head-tilt.

“I don’t know, maybe you should’ve moaned ‘Please, Daddy,’ just a little louder,” you retort quickly, no bite behind your words, delighting in the pink flush that adorns your girlfriend’s cheeks.

On about the ninth hour of the flight, approximately one hour after Natasha drew out an earth-shattering orgasm from your megalithic shaft, you effectively draws closer to Natasha, with crossed arms that unhelpfully accentuate the bulge of your biceps.

“Let me rail you in the toilet?”

“Y/N L/N, I am not sitting my bare ass on that filthy bathroom counter. I don't wish to end up with an STI."

“Who says I need to a counter to fuck you, hm?”

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After three splendid orgasms, more abundant wails of ‘Daddy, please’ emitting from the toilet, and that same, very embarrassed flight stewardess politely requesting for them to get the fuck out, you and Natasha land in Dubai, officially kickstarting your romantic getaway with a bang.

Literally, quite a bang.

haven't written something new in forever, hopefully this is enough to satiate you gremlins' desires... (but forreal tho, thanks for sticking around) reblog or i'll hunt you down and NOT post for 12493482 years

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[ghostlyfleur]

okay but steve harrington + shy! innocent! crybaby-ish reader where he is like play fighting with her and tickling her to the point where he’s pinned her down and she’s laughing so cute! but secretly, the weight of her boy on top of her and his hands all over her thighs and stomach, is making her rlly rlly wet 🥹

she’s like “steveee stop tickling me!” bc she can’t take it anymore and he does! but he also fully takes his weight off of her which makes her start huffing and whining for him to come back, grabby hands shooting out at him. steve is confused, ofc, like “honey i thought you wanted me to stop?” and she’s so embarrassed covering her face, squeezing her thighs and almost, if not, crying in frustration.

steve pulls her hands off her face to see her eyes, laying back down on her body when her legs spread open again, looking at her to explain further, but all she can do is whine that “it hurts s’bad stevie”.

he’s confused for a moment but then he glances down and her ridden-up oversized t-shirt reveals the wet spot forming on her panties. he presses a big kiss on his angel’s lips before cooing on her mouth, lightly touching her clothed cunt, “aw honey you wanted me to stop bc your lil pussy got all wet f’me, huh? is that what you were trying to say?”

to which she responds something like “wanted y’to stop ticklin’ me, not to stop touching me :,(“! steve finds his lovely girl so adorable, he makes sure to take good care of her afterwards, like always! maybe even mocking her just a bit from getting so turned on from a little tickling 🫠

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this is definitely soft dom!daddy!steve…

like he’s so doting and caring and careful and affectionate, always spoiling and praising his angel, being all playful and funny and silly like he always is— and the two are best friends, don’t get it twisted! they’re dating, but they’re still the best of friends… they banter and play fight and mock each other, share secrets and personal thoughts and feelings and they gossip together, play pranks on each other… all the good best friend things…

so they’re very close. very. loyal and devoted and completely obsessed with each other. as much as steve’s sweet girl loves to dote on him and take care of him, it’s more so her stevie’s self-assigned job to care for his baby.

and so steve buys her flowers, takes her on cute dates, is always looking out for her and can’t help his casual dominance, tying her shoes and carrying her places sometimes and brushing her hair and treating her like a little doll, his little doll. slowly acclimates her to what being in a relationship is like, he’s so so patient.

but he’s so hungry for her, it drives him insane how oblivious she is to the affect she has on him, how fucking adorable and clueless she is but also so very eager to please— because that’s all she wants, to be stevie’s good girl, to make him feel safe and loved and cared for, to make him feel good. but she gets greedy easily now… now that steve has ingrained in her mind that he truly wants her and loves her, that he’s all hers, that he wants to spoil her, marry her and make her his little wife, and spend his entire life with her!!!!!! her! his best friend! his person! they’re soulmates after all!!!!!!

her shyness stays, it’s just who she is (and steve finds it so fucking cute he has to constantly hold himself back from cooing at her all the time), but she’s just so horny for her stevie and doesn’t know how to say it ‘cause she’s so embarrassed and flustered and unsure and finds it hard to voice her needs and wants, so it manifests into tears. whenever she wants something from her stevie she gets all soft and small and pouty, grabbing at him and whining and holding his fingers to get his attention, and steve coos at her, can’t help it, his sweet angel girl so needy, and he always wants to give her the world, right? that’s his baby! she deserves to be spoiled! but her stevie is very clear in his rules— you have to speak up, tell him what you want, communicate. that’s very important to him.

and yeah, in theory his angel thinks it’s perfect, the communication and attention and how safe it makes her feel, but she physically can’t speak up when her stevie is making her feel all these sweet, intense, pretty feelings that she’s never felt before, even though she knows her stevie, her daddy, will always give her whatever she wants 😖 she just gets so pouty and teary-eyed and huffs and puffs, crossing her arms or stomping her foot like a spoiled brat until she’s so desperate bc her stevie is adamant she has to tell him what she wants before he does anything, that he’ll give her whatever she wants if she asks for it, that she whines and mumbles and asks him “pretty please, daddy” and steve is gone.

when her perfect, incredible, dreamy stevie is playing around with her, after she teases him or mocks him or they pretend-fight, or when they’re joking around, he’ll tickle her ‘cause she has the cutest little giggles, even though her laugh is kind of weird— sometimes loud, sometimes silent, sometimes she’ll fall down from laughing so hard. still, he loves it. it’s his favorite sound in the world, along with her little needy noises. it’s always different and funny and steve loves finding out what kind of laugh he’ll get out of his sweet girl that day, so he tickles. and if there’s one thing about his angel is that she loves using him as a weighted blanket, loves his weight on her, pressing her down and molding their bodies together, so that coupled with how his hands are all over her body, fingers gripping her and poking at her, his bulge rubbing against her, she gets needy. wet. very greedy. but if her stevie gets up or pulls away or sits back????? away from her????? she’ll turn into such a crybaby, like it’s the most insulting thing he could ever do, to pull away.

and steve knows. he knows how much she’s taken to steve being all over her, making her feel good, letting her explore and learn what they both like, being the only one to touch her and her him, but she still carries this air of innocence and softness and inexperience that drives him up the wall. the little looks she gives him and the shy smiles and the eagerness. she’ll be the horniest little minx, crawling up his lap and rubbing her cunt against his thigh, but will also hide her face and whimper and get all shy even if steve is balls deep inside her.

the duality of her never fails to disarm him completely. steve definitely tickles his angel sometimes when he wants to rile her up and get her needy for him— he thinks she’s clueless about it, but soon it turns into this thing where steve has pretty much conditioned her to turn into a needy little mess whenever he starts tickling her— she gets wet instantly now.

[urfavlarry]

Fallen Blessings

Alastor x fallen angel!reader

warnings: none!

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Alastor stood behind you, hand on your hip as he watched with a insane looking smile as all of hell fall into panic as the angelic exterminaion began. A white angelic light emited hells lonely streets, thousands and thousands of exterminators flying down like hungry animals. “So much for being ‘angelic beings’.” You think to yourself and scoff. Alastor twirls you around, smirking down at you. You stared at him without a bit of expression on your face, examining every inch of his face. Slow jazz music starts to play, Alastor swaying with you as loud screams start to echo through the pride ring. Your mind was else where as Alastor dipped you, your head barely above the ground. You think about how heaven once was, your once pearly white wings were a gray, almost black color, the tips of your feathers still a vibrant gold. You never could have imagined that heaven, a paradise where most of humanity wishes to end up after death would decide on such a cruel thing as exterminations. You get pulled back into reality when Alastor cups your cheek, making your once innocent eyes look into his crimson ones. He pinches your cheek making you wince.

“What’s bothering you mon chéri?” He says and you shrug, looking back at the ruckus outside. “It’s nothing love, just thinking about.. heaven.” You say and he laughs out loud, making you look at him with a raised brow. “Oh but whatever for? You’ve got me down here in this wretched place, don’t you?” He says and you nod, leaning your head on his chest, swaying a bit more slowly. “Just wonder of how things would be if I managed to convince the high Seraphim to stop those exterminations, or if I never even found out about them in the first place.” You say making him stop in his tracks as if he just got frozen in place. He grabs you by the shoulders and looks you in the eyes. “You never told me about this?” He asks with a curious smile, leading you to the couch in the hotels library. He looks at you expectantly, looking like a child that’s about to find out about the tooth fairy, which was a funny sight since this is the radio demon we’re talking about here.

So you tell him about the events before getting thrown out of the eternal paradise they call heaven. Getting caught listening to a conversation the first human; Adam and the high Seraphim; Sera were having about hells overpopulation. You weren’t caught for being loud, no, no. You were too naive to think there wasn’t an angel right on the other side of the door who heard your little gasp after finding about the exterminations. And so you were thrown out, which was a bit stupid considering they added another soul to the already overpopulated hell. Alastor laughed, commenting on how reckless the angels were which you somewhat agreed to. “Maybe things could’ve been different, and maybe that whole event is the reason why i’m here in this hotel. I doubt it will work but I have hopes for the girl. She’s smart but she has a long way to go to achieve this dream, if it’s even possible.” You rant, fiddling with your fingers and look anywhere but at Alastor. He puts a hand on yours, squeezing it lightly as comfort. You open your mouth to speak but get interrupted by Alastor. “They were reckless to kick out such a heavenly soul into hells streets.” He starts making your stomach turn. “They have no idea what a blessing they lost.” Your cheeks redden as he kisses your cheek, pulling you closer by the waist.

“You’re a true angel mon amour, when I saw you I thought I was getting redeemed into heaven that’s how heavenly you are.”

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[arminsumi]

when is daddy coming home ?

g. satoru ⋅ fem wife reader

note: WOW i'm so sorry for writing this anyways tagging @satoruhour for no reason except i'm evil 👍 ik we need fluff comfort rn but i had to get out at least one devastating post. anyways. enjoy the suffering!!

warnings — heavy pure angst prepare to suffer and cry more than you already are, implied death, chapter 236 spoilers

playme ♪ oh god it's you i watch tv with / when i wake up i see you with me... as long as i'm here, no one can hurt you

scurrying around the kitchen, there's no free time when you've got a little mouth to feed. and you smile when you see your cute little girl devouring the bowl of steaming food. it's satoru's favorite, he asked you to make it today especially and you don't know why.

an hour goes by. you observe your child drawing a scribbly heart.

" what are you drawing ? " you ask, and she replies with " something for daddy. "

" it looks beautiful. who's that ? "

" that's you. and that's daddy. and that's me. "

" are we inside a heart ? "

" yup ! we're inside daddy's heart, because it has the most space. "

your heart feels a peculiar pang, and you look out the window. how strange, you felt like your whole world caved in for that split second.

" mommy, when is daddy coming home ? " your little girl asks innocently.

" soon, angel. "

you ring his number.

gojo satoru ~ i'm busy right now, leave a message — ow !

you remember the day he made this prerecorded messgae. his ow at the end is a reaction to your little girl biting him when she was teething, that was years and years ago now.

the little bell on her bracelet sounds. it's the bracelet that you and gojo wove together in high school; your little one had found it in your memory box and loved it so much that she asked if she could have it as her birthday gift.

that bell chimes as she moves her wrist to color in satoru's eyes with the prettiest blue crayon. and for some reason, it sounds louder than ever; you stare at it. why are tears coming forth?

the tv is playing. the birds are chirping. the world keeps spinning. but your world? it feels like it broke apart. and why? what was this feeling? you felt like... like something devastating has just happened.

you try satoru's phone again, wandering aimlessly into the kitchen. it feels eerily quiet and joyless.

gojo satoru ~ i'm busy right now, leave a message — ow !

you try it again.

gojo satoru ~ i'm busy right now —

you try it again.

gojo satoru ~

gojo satoru ~

gojo satoru ~

he was mimicking the way you always said his name in high school.

and you start breaking down crying, trying and trying repeatedly as if it would change anything. you don't need someone to knock on your door to tell you he's gone, because you can feel it; his spirit isn't in this world anymore. you and him were completely connected, a string between the two of you that linked your hearts and subconscious no matter the distance between them.

when you look up at the sky, there's an endless blue. but all you really think of when you see that sky is his eyes. when you first met, that was one of the first things you told him.

" your eyes put the skies to shame. "

and he replied with something so cheesy that for some reason made you fall in love with him right there.

" aw. well, you put the angels to shame. "

the food goes cold. in his last moment, when he detached from the world, he was thinking about returning home to you. that's why he had asked you to make his favorite, after all. he thought it would be nice to enjoy such a simple thing after saving the world.

it's funny, even if he would have saved the world, he wouldn't have been able to come home to boast about it to you; because you never knew that side of him.

you never knew he was gojo satoru.

you just knew he was your gojo satoru, your doting husband.

when those eyes stared up at the blue sky for the last time, he thought;

at least i got to say i love you to you this morning, and give you that big kiss. treasure it baby, there will be no more now.

rest well honoured one.

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[babsisbakery]

A Lions fight (Leah Williamson x reader)

The end was kinda rushed uups

Christmas was her favourite time of the year, getting to eat chocolate, spending much time with her loved ones, going to the advent markt and playing in the snow. Her inner child always came out during this holiday season. Since you’ve spent three christmas seasons with her as her girlfriend you figured out how she behaves while being in the holiday spirit. Like a child. 

Everyone knew Leah couldn’t cook but she was eager to keep you company while baking. She even tries to help. Only giving her the responsibility of smaller tasks, as you don’t want to repeat the events of last week. Your dear girlfriend forgot to cover the mixer, dough everywhere. On the kitchen counter, the fricking kitchen door, the floor and walls. It definitely wasn’t amusing to clean the whole mess up. Some stains remained on the wall, which you had to repaint as Leah is still in recovery. 

Leah begged you to make a video of her opening the door of the advent calender. It was for an advertisement, which she loved to do. Your girlfriend and you received christmas sweaters and free chocolate. Who in their right mind says no to free chocolate? She got extremely excited opening the mini door for the first December. She savoured the taste of chocolate. Making funny faces in the process. After posting the video on her social media, it was your turn. Since your advent calendar wasn’t the same as hers, she was on her toes to find out what was hiding behind yours. A mini chocolate angel. As a true gooner, it reminded her of her Arsenal heritage. The defender began to sing “The Angel”. “As I walk these streets alone, through this borough I call home”, with a massive grin plastered on her face. You stare confused at her, not catching up on what your love is singing. “Liefje what are you singing?” you asked amused. Instead of answering she closed the distance between your bodies. Wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you towards her. “Upon the baron fields of Highbury 'neath the stadiums of stone” she kept on singing. Your arms finding their place around her neck. You popped in your small treat. Letting the texture of the chocolate dissolve on your tongue, your receptors being hit by a combo of bitter and sweet. In the meantime, your eyes connected with Leah’s, staring into each other's souls. This intimate moment got better when your lover decided to kiss you. A sweet and tender kiss, igniting a fire in your heart, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Leah’s tongue swept across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Granting her entrance with delight, her tongue explored your mouth. Slightly sucking on yours. “Mmm you taste delicious, like chocolate.” “Leah, you little shit.” Of course, her plan was to get some of your chocolate. Honestly you should have seen it coming. Smacking her head lightly. “What? I just love sweets. It’s not my fault.”, she responded with faux innocence. “Mhm keep telling yourself that schatje.”, you placed your right hand on her chest and pulled her in for a short kiss. After pulling away, your girlfriend chased your lips. A pout formed as she wanted to proceed with the minor make-out session in the kitchen. Hence why you pecked her lips a few more times. 

Getting ready for a game normally doesn't take long. Only this time a dispute arose. Leah wanted you to wear her England jersey but they are playing your home country. How could you betray the Netherlands? Additionally being Viv’s cousin, you’d made your mind up. With Miedema written on the back of your shirt, which was actually your last name, you were ready to leave. Usually you wore Leah’s shirt but you wanted to show Viv support, you hoped for her to be subbed on and

get some minutes. You promised Leah to wear her shirt to the next game, she reluctantly agreed. No doubt wanting you to always have her shirt on. She always loved seeing you with her stuff, her last name on your back was the cherry on top. She promised herself to make you hers for once and for all someday. Already searching for suitable rings to propose to you. Of course she wasn't aware of you doing the exact same. Only Amanda and Viv were aware that both of you were on the lookout for engagement rings. Having figured out each other's ring size through those two wonderful women.

Arriving at the stadium you were in awe. The atmosphere was extremely pleasant. Fans cheering loudly while the players are warming up. You were pretty early there due to Leah wanting to visit the girls before kickoff. You on the other hand went to the dutchies. They were quite fond of you, Viv had dragged you to some events where you’ve met most of the leeuwinnen. Exchanging hugs and good luck wishes were on your agenda. Subsequently, you had a quick chat with your cousin, reassuring her that she’d play well. Recently she hasn’t been the most confident about performance. “Anna Margaretha Marina Astrid Miedema you got this, i believe in you and so do your teammates. When you get out there I want you to destroy the English. You got me dear cousin? Afterwards I’ll be saying: she ate and left no crumbs.” Viv hugged you tightly and whispered “Thank you Y/n, you really are my favourite cousin.””I’d be shocked if I wasn’t, I am your only cousin.”, your face showed a non amused expression. “Alright, I’ll leave you to get ready, need to meet up with Leah to go to our seats” Waving goodbye to everyone and them shouting goodbye back as you left.

After finding Leah in one of the many hallways, you went to your seats. Of course they were in the family section. As the game started you both were extremely excited but also on edge. This game could cost England the qualification as well as the Netherlands. When Beerensteyn scored two times in the first half you were ecstatic but didn’t show it too much. Jumping off your seat two times was enough celebration, not wanting to rub it under Leah’s nose. Speaking of your girlfriend, she was fuming next to you. Criticising every mistake made on the pitch. You were sure some memes would be created of her expressions during the game.

As the added time was announced Leah stood up “Babe I’ll be back. Just need to have a likkle chat with the girls.” “Alright my love. Please don’t be too harsh on them.” She mumbled something under her breath as a reply. You continued to watch the game until it was halftime. Getting up to get your girlfriend some water and something to munch on during the second half. 

Leah entered the changing room. She leaned against the wall and waited for the girls to come. Shortly after her the girls entered. Some with heads hanging down, some had an unreadable expression. Everyone made their way to the cubbies, expecting Serena to yell at them but instead they found Leah. Now she stood in the middle of the room and looked around. Serena

watched from the door as the true captain of the team gave them a speech. It motivated every player, gave them feedback and told them to get their shit together. Serena herself couldn’t have done a better job, she certainly was proud of the injured player. “Kick some ass girls, I know you can do it. We won the Euros for Christ's sake. You have the ability to beat them, we’ve done it before. Get out there and show them who’s the boss. I believe in you.” and with that Leah left the changing room leaving the “stage” to Serena. 

Seeing them play in the second half was as if a switch had been turned. More ball control, more opportunities and some changes. The lionesses flipped the tables, the game now in their favour. Still with the narrow victory the chances of qualifying weren’t the greatest. The game against Scotland would have to be an epic one, with loads of goals. 

As soon as the match ended Leah and you went on the field. Even after the win some of the girls were in tears. They were disappointed in themself. Leah joined them in the circle, she was proud of the girls, even if the game could have been better. They managed a comeback, they still had a chance. Nothing was lost yet, that's what she told the girls and she was right. Nothing was carved into stone, everything was possible.

[pewpewkachuuboo]

Hi - I’ve liked this song for a long time and I was like why not write a huskerdust thought dump with all the feelings this song gives me.

And so I present huskerdust with a whole lot of angst and also love 😭

Warnings: language, abuse, non-graphic sex

—

Husk knew who he was and he knew his place. He was a jester in Alastor’s court, meant only to entertain his malevolent king when the man felt he needed it.

So why did meeting this depressed, and painfully long spider have him questioning everything?

He hadn’t thought anything of it the first time the porn star had seductively inched his finger beneath his chin with a sultry, “Hey~”

Fake. He was so fake, and Husk hated that more than anything - at least Alastor treated him like the plaything he was and never lied to him about his intentions.

The cat pushed his advances away every time - not even bothering to quip back after a while because it just wasn’t worth it. He would just continue to play the bartender part chosen for him by his master and drink himself into a stupor when it was closed so he didn’t have to remember what feelings were like because being numb was better than being reminded he was just there because Alastor thought it was funny.

He may have ignored Angel Dust’s advances, but when the demon started opening up about how miserable he was at his job after being fed enough drinks, Husk started to look at him differently- why would he put on such a lewd facade when such an innocent persona slept beneath the heavy perfume and sexual advances?

He liked this version of him better - vulnerable and a little broken. When was the last time he let himself be vulnerable to another person?

Husk didn’t have to wait long for the answer. A few days later Angel Duet stalked in looking miserable and exhausted. Husk looked at the clock on the wall and read the 7 am carefully - had the demon slept at all?

“I need a drink. Something strong.”

“You look like shit.” Husk hadn’t meant to make the remark, but he rolled his eyes as he watched Angel switch personas like someone had pushed a button in him. He didn’t mean to call him fake but Husk was so fucking tired of everyone coming to him with their problems - and then Angel Dust being so obviously exhausted acting like nothing was wrong pushed him over the edge.

“Call me fake one more time, mother fucker. I dare you.”

The rage Angel Dust exuded had Husk’s stomach in a knot - he bit that down in favor of a smirk and a pointed claw against the white demon’s chest fluff, “Fake.”

He swallowed his guilt as the thin man stalked out of the hotel - he was here to man the bar, nothing more and nothing less until Alastor indicated otherwise. He didn’t have permission to feel empathy for others, so he was going to keep to himself.

He tuned out the rest of the ramblings until Vaggie insisted he go and drag the demon back - he was going to ignore her too, but Charlie looked at him with those eyes and he deflated. Charlie was a good person - she didn’t deserve to feel guilt over a situation where she was just trying to help, and yet she took the blame for all of it. Against his better judgement, he slumped out from behind the counter and mumbled under his breath as he walked out to find Angel Dust.

His intention at the bar was just to observe long enough to let the princess know that Angel Dust was fine, but he saw that shark demon attempt to drug Angel’s drink and all he could see was red. How dare this fuckhead take away someone’s right to choose what they want to do - Angel Dust was clearly having a good time and probably would have consented, but to drug him to take away that choice? Absolutely not.

The fight was a blur and he barely remembered anything outside of grabbing the spider’s arms roughly afterwards.

He forced Angel out of the bar, the taller man ripping himself away from Husk as soon as he had an opportunity. They argued mindlessly for too long before Angel pressed a nerve again, “Stop acting like you give a shit about me - you think after how you treated me, I’m gonna open up to you? Please.” He turned on his heel and proceeded to walk away.

“Maybe I’d treat you better if you were real and not some bullshit version of yourself always pushing my boundaries.” His mind was screaming at him to shut the fuck up but he couldn’t stop himself, “No one in that hotel gives a shit about who you are - how famous…. or hot - so you might as well just cut the act.”

“IT’S NOT AN ACT!” The tears that escaped from Angel Dust’s eyes stopped Husk in his tracks, his chest buzzing with guilt as the younger man continued, “it’s who I need to be- and this? This is my escape. Where I can forget about how much I hate…. Everything!”

Husk reached out unconsciously. Not an act, a shield. Not fake, a diversion.

“A place where I can get high and not think about how much it hurts. And maybe, if I can ruin myself enough in the process - if I end up broken - I won’t be his favorite toy anymore.” He collapsed to the ground, sobs echoing in his chest as he pulled his long limbs to himself in comfort, “And maybe he’ll let me go.”

Husk let himself feel the guilt this time. He wanted to apologize over and over until it came out like a prayer. He was broken and was just trying to keep going. That wasn’t fake, that was strength. A strength Husk hadn’t had in a long time. He sat on the concrete next to Angel Dust and drew in a shaky breath, attempting to get vulnerable like Angel Dust just had been, “I was an overlord once, you know.”

He kept his eyes on his claws, “When you’re down on your luck, you turn to anything to keep yourself afloat. Make deals that you can’t undo. I know what it’s like to regret the choices you make and know you can’t take them back.”

The noise Angel Dust made at the back of his throat confirmed Husk’s suspicions about the man having sold his soul to that Valentino, but he decided that moping wasn’t going to save either of them at this point. He flashed a sly grin and stood, “Your life fuckin’ sucks, huh?”

Angel Dust raised his head, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “Wait what?”

“You’re a fucked up little whiny bitch-“

“Hey!”

“You’re a loser, just like me.”

Angel Dust snarled, flipping him the bird with two of his hands, “Thanks, asshole. Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

Husk let out a laugh, “Listen, sometimes just admitting it can make you feel better.”

Angel rolled his eyes, but gave in after a while, “I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak.”

“Haven’t we all.”

A car parked across the street from the pair, the owner leaving their radio on as they entered the establishment. A soft tune was playing loud enough that the two of them could hear.

Husk reached out a hand, “Cmon, loser. I ruined your night, so let’s dance.”

Angel Dust hesitated, “ On a sidewalk in hell?”

“No time like the present.”

He carefully placed his hand on Husk’s and let himself be helped up. Husk gave a small bow before taking the spider’s waist and moving him around in a circle. It was awkward and stupid, but Angel Dust found himself smiling a little more every second.

“I’m a stupid, drugged up ho-“

“And you know what? I’m a depressed, drunk, gambling addict.”

Angel Dust and Husk had mutual grins as they continued the sloppy dance on the sidewalk in a word of their own. Husk dipped the taller man and they laughed until they heard a, “There they are! They’re fuckin dancing!”

Husk dragged Angel Dust to the other side of the parked car, both of them laughing breathlessly. Husk found himself staring for too long, he closed his mouth and looked over his shoulder as soon as he realized it, “Stay here - I’ll take care of this.”

He fought hard, trying to erase the image of the genuine smile that was plastered on Angel Dust’s face, trying to forget the soft tinkle of his laugh like bells ringing in his ears. The more he tried to forget the more he thought about it, and ended up getting caught by the smallest of the gang of sharks. This was it - he was going to die because he found a smile and a laugh attractive. Fuck.

A bullet shot straight into the middle of the shark’s head and he craned his neck to stare incredulously at Angel Dust who had brought a tommy gun out of nowhere, “I can take care of myself, sweetheart.”

Husk swallowed his arousal down as he heard the yells of the other gangsters behind him - he could admire how hot the spider was at any time after this if they survived, so he sidled up to the taller man’s side and grinned, “Let’s finish this, then.”

After the gang lay dead in a river of their own blood and organs, Husk took a deep breath and looked to Angel Dust, letting his eyes look the tall man up and down like it was the first time he had actually looked at him, “Can’t say I expected that from you.”

“I told you that you don’t know me. Sex ain’t the only thing I’m good at.” He winked at the cat, running his fingers through his blood stained fur.

“Yeah. This guy ain’t half bad.” He smiled and offered his arm, “Shall we head back?”

Angel Dust linked their arms together happily and they bantered back and forth the whole way back. It was effortless and fun, and Husk was fucking terrified. But maybe he could indulge and let someone in just this once- they were both on a leash after all, so maybe sharing that pain wouldn’t be so bad.

When they returned, Angel Dust thanked Charlie for caring and then he and Husk sat at the bar chatting over a glass of brandy until Angel Dust started to nod off. Husk called him out and the spider helped him clean up so they could both head to bed for the night.

—

They had been more open with one another after that night, but only after everyone else had gone to bed.

They whispered secret hopes and dreams over koniak, complained about being pets with tequila shots, and reminisced about being alive with a side of amaretto.

The more he got to know Angel Dust, the more his heart swelled when the man walked through the front doors from a shift at work, long legs distracting him from his menial chores though Husk would never admit that part out loud. He had began anticipating Angel’s arrival, a mixed drink ready for him moments before the spider would sidle in.

Sometimes Angel Dust would come in covered in bruises and stains, his eye makeup running, but he still gave Husk a genuine smile before sitting at the bar.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Angel Dust rested his chin in his hand, eyes glazing over, “Nah. Same shit, different day. Some are harder than others.”

Husk slid a fruity cocktail across the bar and nodded, respecting Angel Dust’s wish as he moved to start wiping out glasses.

The silence was comfortable and warm, Angel Dust watched Husk do his cleaning quietly, letting his fingers trail against the lip of his cocktail glass.

“Sometimes I feel like I deserve it - the pain.”

Husk bristled and turned quickly to make eye contact, “Angel-“

“I sold my soul to him, so I deserve this, right?”

Husk held his hand in a fist before leaning against the bar close to Angel, understanding the sentiment at least even if he thought Angel deserved the world handed to him in a box with a giant ribbon to keep it contained, “It feels like that most days, huh?”

“Yeah.” Angel looked down at his half empty glass, “Have you ever been in love?”

“Is that why you signed the contract?”

Angel Dust downed the rest of his drink and let out a sigh, pushing the glass to Husk to ask silently for another, “He was so kind to me until I signed that fuckin piece of paper. It was like a light switched as soon as he owned me and I started making movies for him.”

Husk obliged and poured him another mixed cocktail, pushing it to the spider’s dainty fingers, urging him to continue.

“I think it’s my fault he changed and I want to go back to when we were happy, ya know?”

Husk let out a sigh, “Do you want my opinion?”

Angel Dust looked up at him hopefully and Husk continued, “You can’t help when you fall in love with a liar - the man you fell in love with never existed.”

“So I’m hopeless?” Angel Dust sighed sadly, looking at the wood of the bar top carefully.

Husk let his paw lightly hold onto the spider’s arm, making Angel Dust look him in the eyes again. Husk smiled, “Maybe, but you’re not the first person to fall for fake sweet words and you won’t be the last.”

Angel smiled back softly, taking a sip from his new drink, “Thanks, Husk.”

There was another comfortable silence as Husk got back to his cleaning, but Angel interjected again, “You didn’t answer me, though. Have you ever been in love?”

Husk hummed thoughtfully, “I think so. Once. She loved my brother, though, and used me to get to him. I think I fell into a pattern of distrust after that. Love can really ruin a guy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Val says he’s the only one who will ever love me like I deserve.”

Husk turned around again and looked over the bruises with his mouth in a thin line, “If this is how he loves you, that isn’t love. You deserve to have a love that makes you happy, not one that makes you feel like a slave.”

Angel Dust looked down, a light pink dusting his cheeks, “Thanks, Husk.”

Husk smiled, “You don’t have to thank me for telling you the truth.”

When Husk turned around Angel Dust found his voice again, “You deserve that kind of love, too. Maybe more than anyone I know.”

Husk made a noise like he disagreed, but decided to humor the sentiment, “Maybe, but I think I’m happy enough to at least have one genuine friend that I don’t really need that kind of love right now.”

“Am I… are we friends?”

Husk looked over his shoulder at the surprised expression and laughed, “I mean, I’ve never told anyone else half of the things I’ve told you. And I trust you - I think that makes us friends.”

Angel Dust grinned, throwing the rest of the drink back, “Aight. I’m gonna take a shower - see you tomorrow, friend.”

“Good riddance- you smell like vomit and cum.”

Angel Dust laughed, “Yeah, yeah. If I made it into a perfume you know your ass would have it around to remind you of me.”

Husk chuckled as he heard Angel Dust’s footsteps ascend the stairs.

—

When Mimzy came to visit, Husk was on edge. The last time he had seen that bitch, she had “innocently” maimed a man’s wife - the man happened to be an extremely powerful overlord at the time, and Alastor tore the demon limb from limb.

But Lucifer, King of Hell, was here to visit his daughter today and Husk had an awful feeling about this.

He decided to try and talk Alastor into making her leave, but he had forgotten his place and his owner had to remind him just what he was: a pawn that needed to mind his business if he wanted to continue to live. He shouldn’t have spoken back to Alastor, he knows better, but irritation at being called a pet consumes him and the comment leaves his throat before he can comprehend what he’s just done, “Big talk from someone who’s also on a leash.”

The chain against his neck had him spiraling - he bristled and shook in fear as Alastor grew into his demon form and threatened him. He barely registered the words as the lights flickered, but squeaked out a soft “understood” that had Alastor leaving his presence behind.

Husk had eventually gained his footing again, eyes shaking and sweat sticking to his body and fur. His legs threatened to give out from under him as he tried to make his way back downstairs, but he barely made it five steps before he collapsed again, breathing heavily. His mind was a jumbled mess and he couldn’t catch his breath, breathing sharply and black clouds started entering his vision. He tried to calm himself down, but his claws were ripping at the fur at his chest as he tried to give himself some relief.

He barely heard his name being called, but jerked out of the hands as someone tried to hold onto him, he panted angrily, “Don’t fuckin touch me-“

“Husk- let me help you.”

He growled, facing the man whose face managed to calm him down but only in anger. Everything else was elevated and his eyes fluttered, threatening to close and not open back up.

Angel Dust removed Husk’s bow tie and pulled off his suspenders before bringing the cat demon into a tight embrace, “Five things you can see.”

Husk panted, his eyes opening and darting along the room, “Red…. Carpet…. Wall… Door… White.”

Angel Dust nodded, “Four things you can touch.”

Husk’s wheezed, his hands gripping at Angel Dust’s shoulders, “Fur, floor, clothes, hands.”

“You’re doin’ great, Husky. Three things you can hear?”

His breathing was labored but not as desperate and his vision was starting to clear, “Your voice, my voice, m-music.”

“Two things you can smell?”

“Perfume… it’s like cinnamon and cedar.”

“My favorite - one thing you can taste?”

“W-whiskey.”

Angel Dust was holding him, their knees were touching and his lower set of arms were keeping Husk close while the other set kept him held to his shoulder, softly petting the fur on the back of Husk’s neck. He felt grounded and safe in the embrace, but he knew if Alastor snapped his fingers that this moment would never happen again. He gripped onto Angel Dust harder at the thought, trying to press this memory into his skin. Angel Dust gave him a light pat, “Better?”

Husk finally had the strength to let go, but part of him was sad at the cold air that hit his fur at the separation, “Sorry-“

“You always help me, what kind of a friend would I be if I let you apologize for having a panic attack? I’m here to help. What do you need?”

Husk searched his eyes for far too long, trying to push down the foreign emotions threatening to spill from his tongue, “I need a drink.”

Angel Dust snorted and stood, extending an arm to help him up. He didn’t ask if Husk needed help walking when the demon accepted his hand to stand, he put his arms around Husk’s shoulders and made unrelated jokes as they made their way back down to the bar.

Husk had managed to throw back one shot of whiskey before the ground shook. Mimzy dove for the floor and Husk snorted because he fucking knew that bitch was going to bring trouble.

He avoided Alastor’s stare once everything calmed down, and the radio demon’s smile turned into a smirk as he sidled up to the bar, “No smart remarks, Husker?”

Husk swallowed before pouring a glass of rye for the man, “Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”

Alastor practically purred as he downed the shot, “You’re such an obedient pet, Husker. I’m so glad you learn your lessons so quick.” He laced his fingers underneath his chin, his grin widening even more, “I’d hate to have to punish someone else next time you decide to test my boundaries.”

Husk snapped his eyes to meet Alastor’s finally, “What do you mean?”

Alastor chuckled, standing, “I don’t enjoy smashing bugs myself, but we have a friend who is an excellent exterminator. If we end up with a pest problem I may just have to ask our mutual friend to step in.”

“You would make Nifty do that?!”

Alastor hummed in amusement, “It seems like you have gotten attached to the hotel patrons, Husker. And it seems like the only way to emphasize my punishments is to punish others instead.”

“You’re sick-“

“Glad you noticed.” Alastor gave him a curt pat to the head, “Forget your place again and I will make good on this promise. Good night, Husker.”

He let himself down two bottles of whiskey once Alastor slipped into his shadows. He threw the third bottle against the wall after he chugged it with a grunt in frustration.

“Woah, kitty cat. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Angel Dust’s voice hit his chest painfully - he almost wept as the demon stepped behind the bar to help clean up the pieces of glass. He looked up at Husk, pink eyes glowing in concern, “Need to talk about it?”

Maybe it was the liquor possessing him, but he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to Angel Dust’s temple, giving a shaky sigh before standing up straight and grabbing another bottle of whiskey from the shelf, “I’ll be fine. Just need some time.”

Angel Dust was frozen apart from the hand that touched the spot where Husk had kissed him, “R-right.” It took a while for him to stand and discard the broken pieces of glass, but once he did he cleared his throat, “I’ve helped you enough times that I can close this down - go get some rest.”

He looked at Husk who gave him a sad smile, “Are you sure?”

Angel Dust grinned, “I’ve got you - you’re not alone in this.”

Husk put his hand to his chest to slow the beating of his heart, “Thank you.” He turned and left to go upstairs to his room.

—

He had memorized Valentino’s face that night at the club for future reference and almost pounced on the mother fucker, but Angel could handle himself and Husk knew better than to get involved before he was needed. They had gone home, all of them exhausted, and Angel Dust had thanked him for not stepping in, “It made me feel like you trusted I could handle it myself.”

Husk sighed, “If he would have hit you one more time, I would have ripped the flesh off of his face.”

Angel Dust grinned at the thought, “My knight in shining armor.”

Husk snorted and looked up to watch as Angel Dust made his way up the stairs to go to bed. Husk knew Angel could handle himself, but what would Alastor have done to them both if he had found out Husk decided to pick a fight with an overlord with permission? He shuddered at the thought.

—

How could a person make him feel so full and so empty at the same time?

He watched as Angel Dust barked orders at Pentious and his eggs as they worked to fortify the hotel in preparation of the impending angel attack. His chest bloomed with warm feelings for the spider, but deep down he knew the more attached he got, the more it would hurt when Alastor ultimately pulled him into whatever situation happened to follow this current flight of fancy. He had tried desperately to avoid attachments and had never had trouble with it until this hotel. Everyone was so kind and warm, and Angel Dust was so…. different. Also warm and kind, but also beautiful and long and funny. Husk didn’t mean to stare, but Angel Dust had caught him and grinned, “Enjoying the view, Husky?”

Husk looked down, pretending he hadn’t been caught watching as Angel stretched his long arms to hold a piece of wood while Razzle and Dazzle happily head butted nails into it to keep the board up, “I was just waiting to see if your clumsy ass would fall off that chair you were standing on.”

“Me? Clumsy? I have impeccable balance - you should see me on a pole, I practically defy gravity.” He puffed up proudly and sent a wink at Husk before stretching, “Let’s take a break. We’ve been working since Charlie left hours ago and I’m starving.” He wrapped a long arm around Husk’s shoulders and pulled him towards the kitchen, “I make a mean spaghetti- give me fifteen minutes and you won’t regret it.”

Husk sat at the kitchen counter while Angel Dust made easy work of the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder as he finished the sauce, “If this doesn’t make you fall in love with me I don’t know what will.”

Love. Husk held his head in his hands and hummed, “How do you know if you’re in love?”

Angel Dust shrugged, “I dunno - it’s a feeling you get. Like when you think about someone and it makes your heart beat a little faster. And sometimes that person is all you can think about, and it’s annoying but you feel like if you don’t think about that person your brain won’t work.” Angel Dust plated some spaghetti for Husk and placed it in front of him with a wistful smile, “When you have a bad day and you see them, it’s like the bad day never happened because all you can think about is them.”

Husk watched his face carefully, “Is it only happy feelings?”

“No.” Angel Dust sighed, looking off to the side, “When they hurt, you hurt. Sometimes you feel bad about feeling that way and it hurts so bad it makes you want to disappear. And when they don’t want to tell you about what’s hurting them it feels like they don’t need you and you spiral thinking about why they wouldn’t trust you with their feelings.”

Husk placed a fork in the noodles and spun them around the metal, “Is it worth it?”

Angel Dust looked at him, a small smile on his face, “Maybe. Dunno.”

Husk let himself eat the spaghetti and grinned at Angel Dust after swallowing, “This is amazing.”

The spider beamed, moving to put more on plates for the rest of their friends that were working so hard to make the hotel safe, “Well? Are you in love with me?”

“Maybe. Dunno.”

Angel Dust turned around confused, but Husk was already turned around and washing his dish so he could help pass out lunch to the others. Husk held his hands out to take more plates to assist Angel Dust with giving out food and both acted like the conversation had never happened.

—

“So this may be your last night alive and you’re not out there snorting a line off some hunks abs?”

“Nah - you fucked one cannibal pool boy, you fucked em all.”

He couldn’t help the fond smile tugging at his lips, “I guess you really have changed.” He turned around to refill his stock and Angel Dust adjusted behind him.

“You know… Charlie told us to live tonight however we want. So pour me a fresh one and let’s get to livin!”

Husk chuckled and mixed together a drink for the man, pushing it to him once it was finished.

They stayed at the bar long after the rest of the hotel had gone to bed. Husk leaned forward, “You know, you could still probably find someone to mess with if you wanted to - it’s not too late.”

Angel Dust sighed, irritated, “I don’t want to.”

Husk held up his hands, “My bad. I just don’t want you to regret spending your last hours alive with me.”

Angel Dust slammed his hands on the bar top, “Why would I regret that?!”

Husk jumped at the genuine anger, hands slowly falling to his sides, “I-I just mean, I’m not the first person people think of when they think the world is going to end and they need to spend time with someone.”

Angel Dust rubbed his temple, “You’re so….” He looked Husk and sighed, “Look, I want to spend tonight with someone who means something to me.”

Husk looked down at his feet, “I don’t think we should-“

“No, no. I’m not asking you to have sex with me.” Angel Dust’s cheeks turned a soft pink, “I want to ask if you’ll hold me tonight. Just until I fall asleep, I won’t be mad if you leave me after - I just really think I need this kind of comfort tonight.”

The silence was thick. Husk was considering all of his options before something in him told him to just say fuck it, “Just until you fall asleep?”

Angel Dust perked up, “I-Is that okay?”

Husk hummed, “Let’s close this shit down and get it over with, then.”

The spider jumped to his feet and hurriedly helped clean up the mess from the last night alive party.

Husk followed Angel Dust to his bedroom, both of them silent until Angel opened the door and looked back at him, “Y-you don’t have to if you don’t-“

“I want to.” Husk smiled up at the taller man, “It’s just two friends sleeping in the same bed, right?”

“Yes.” Angel Dust swallowed and held his hands up, “Wait here for a sec.”

He disappeared behind his door and the sounds of rustling and movement could be heard. And then silence.

Angel Dust opened the door, breathing heavy, “Okay. Come on in.”

Husk stepped into the room and took in all of the pink, and Fat Nuggets sleepily stretching in the small cushion next to the bed. He smiled at the sight and then looked to Angel Dust who was standing around awkwardly. Husk sighed and took the spider’s hand, pulling him onto the soft pink sheets so that Husk was situated against the taller man’s back. He let his arm fall over the thin man’s waist and let himself take in a large breath of Angel Dust’s scent, his snout as close to the back of his neck as he could get without it being weird. He closed his eyes and let his wings rest behind him, breathing slowing. He was sure that the other man could hear the hard pounding in his chest if he listened close enough, but he was too enveloped in the moment to give a shit.

Angel Dust curled into himself, his back settling against the warmth of Husk’s chest as he got comfortable, “Thank you.”

“For what?” The whisper in his ear made Angel Dust shiver involuntarily.

“For…. Everything.” Angel Dust turned so their faces were inches from one another, “I don’t think I’d be happy if you weren’t here.”

Husk smiled and reached his claw up to move the white fluff from Angel Dust’s line of sight, their eyes searching one another’s carefully, “I think I’d be bored if you weren’t here.”

Angel Dust laughed softly, eyes shining, “Don’t die tomorrow and leave me here with Val and Alastor.”

Husk huffed out a laugh and pulled the taller man’s head to tuck it under his chin, “I would never leave you with them. Never.” He closed his eyes and purred softly. Angel Dust fell asleep faster than he had his entire existence- living or dead.

Angel Dust reached out when he woke up to paw at the empty bed beside him. He peeled his eyes open, disappointed before he noticed a small note left on the bedside table. Scribbled in awful handwriting that made Angel’s chest tighten were the words ‘don’t die and leave me alone’.

—

Alastor had gone missing for two weeks after the fight with Adam - Angel and Husk had held one another every day up to that point once everyone had made their way to their own bedrooms.

Husk was desperately and unequivocally in love with Angel Dust and it wrecked him to know that. He wasn’t good enough for him - Angel deserved a prince that would take him to a tower and pamper him for the rest of his life, not a drunk old man who fell in love after being shown affection. The two of them had shared the brushing of finger tips and jokes only they understood. Husk had even been brave enough to hold the spider’s hand at some point, but he was just being selfish.

He realized it the last night before Alastor had returned. They were in Angel’s bed again, Fat Nuggets happily on the pillow beside his head as Angel sat up, “Hey, Husk?”

Husk kept his eyes on Angel carefully, “What’s up?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Angel didn’t look at him when he asked, and Husk wrinkled his nose in confusion, sitting up and placing a hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay?”

Angel looked at him, face red in embarrassment, but eyes shining with determination, “Can I kiss you?”

Husk laughed breathlessly, “Why would you want to kiss me? You could kiss anyone in the world and you want to kiss an old drunk?”

Angel looked hurt, “You’re not just an old drunk, Husk.”

Husk looked away at the change in expression, “I think you’d regret it and I don’t want you to feel regret for a choice you make ever again.”

Angel reached out, holding Husk’s face up to stare into his eyes, both hands pulling his face closer, “I won’t.”

Husk was leaning closer as well, “You don’t know that.”

Husk could feel Angel’s breath on his face, eyes boring into one another’s.

“Neither do you.”

Just before their lips touched, Husk felt a pull on his neck and he jerked away, gasping and clawing at the green chains.

Angel Dust gasped in surprise and fell to the floor, hands hovering above Husk carefully, “Wh-what’s wrong?”

Husk coughed, the pressure finally releasing, “He’s back.” He looked up at Angel Dust sadly, reminded of his reality once again, “he’s never going to leave.”

Angel Dust frowned, hand reaching out to Husk carefully, “You mean Alastor? Are you hurt?”

Husk stood, pushing the man’s hand away, “S-sorry. I have to… we can’t…” He bit his bottom lip before leaving the room, Angel Dust left with a single hand extended on the floor as the door closed.

—

They didn’t spend much time together alone after Alastor came back - Husk avoided the sad stares and didn’t keep the bar open as late as he had in the recent past. He drank more to numb himself, Alastor’s voice echoing in the back of his mind about squashing spiders and being an obedient pet.

Charlie approached him carefully after a few days, hands pressing together nervously, “Hey, Husk?”

He grunted and looked her way in acknowledgment.

“A-Angel Dust hasn’t been home in two days…. Do you know where he might be?”

He bit the worry building in his throat back and stared at her blankly, “Why would I know where he is?”

“It’s just that you two are really good friends so I was hoping you would have an inkling-“

Alastor appeared beside her and hummed, “Good friends? Why, Husker! I’m so glad to see you reaching your social potential!”

Husk snorted and took a swig from the bottle in his hands, turning to get back to work.

“Alastor, have you seen Angel Dust recently?”

“Afraid not, my dear.”

“I’m really concerned- he hasn’t texted me back in days and he’s been so regressive lately - what if he’s hurt or….”

Alastor made a noise of interest, “Yes that is strange. Husker?”

“I just said I haven’t seen him.” He bared his teeth, almost growling.

Alastor’s smiled widened, eyes flashing dangerously, “Watch your tone.”

Charlie frowned, “it’s fine - I’ll go look for him when Vaggie gets back-“

“Nonsense, my dear!” Alastor gave her a pat on the head, eyes never leaving Husk, “Husker can take an afternoon off from the bar to find our spindly little friend.”

Husk was seething, “I don’t want to.”

Charlie looked hurt and Alastor snarled, “I didn’t ask.” Charlie looked at Alastor with wide eyes, “Alastor, what’re you-?”

Alastor laughed loudly, “Charlie, dear, Husker needs to make amends with his precious friend. It seems like they had fought and simply haven’t made up.” He tapped his cane on the ground, eyes narrowing as Charlie turned around, “Go make amends, Husker.”

The way he whispered out his name made Husk shake violently, the green collar that binded them together closing in on his throat tightly. He whimpered and stared at the two of them, anger pulsing from his core, “Why do you suddenly give a fuck what happens to him, huh? Weren’t you threatening not two months ago- mmmfff”

Husks lips clamped together and Alastor’s eyes shined dangerously, “I am choosing to repeat myself for a final time, Husker, do not forget your place. Go. Make. Amends.” He slammed his cane down again and Husk was swallowed into shadows, disappearing in an instant.

Charlie stared incredulously at the radio demon, “Wh-what did you do??”

Alastor grinned down at the girl, “I sent him to V Tower, of course! Best place to start searching for that sad little creature.”

“Alastor, he looked so angry and scared-“

“You’re imagining things, my dear.” He used his cane to lift her chin upwards to his gaze, “You’d be surprised what love can do to a person - makes them feral, really. They simply must make up and admit their feelings and all will be well.”

Charlie’s face melted into happiness, “They’re in love?!”

Alastor tapped the top of her head with his cane, “All part of the plan, my dear. Let Husker do the work. He just needed an extra hard push.” He placed his hands behind his back and began walking towards his radio tower, smile menacing as he imagined how to make Husk pay for his insubordination this time without making it obvious to the princess of hell.

—

Husk coughed and gasped on the steps of V Tower, he had been dropped from a high enough distance that he felt two of his ribs crack against the concrete. He stared up at the blinding neon lights of v tower and wiped the blood that had been dripping from his mouth with the back of his hand. He didn’t have a choice in the matter now, but the only thing that scared him more than Alastor was walking into this building and seeing the shit Angel Dust would talk about happening to him in real time.

He sucked in a painful breath. Would Angel Dust even want to see him after he had just left him like that and then ignored him for days?

Husk stared dumbly up at the posters of Angel Dust that littered the hall leading up to the porn studio. He took a deep breath before he quietly opened the studio doors, ears flat against his head as he snuck around the back of the room to avoid being seen before he had found Angel Dust.

A particularly loud moan came from the center of the room and Husk felt himself bristle when he realized it was Angel Dust. He was on the bed in the middle of the dimly lit studio, ropes holding his body up from all four of his wrists as he sat limply against blood-stained silken white sheets. He was covered in injuries and blood, his eyes were nearly swollen shut from being beaten, and Valentino was at his side, carefully watching the pained body as he smoked his cigarette, blowing the smoke into Angel’s face as his lips turned up into a smile.

“P-please…”

Valentino placed a finger beneath his chin, “What do you want, baby?”

Sobs wrecked his body as he tried to gasp out, “Please let me go. I’m so tired - I- I’ll never leave you again. I’m sorry.”

Valentino scowled and placed the lit end of the cigarette against Angel Dust’s neck, earning a scream of pain, “You’re done when I say you are, bitch.” He kicked Angel carelessly and sighed, “You can leave once you’ve gotten yourself down. I expect you bright eyed and ready to come back in on Monday, capiche amorcito?”

Angel Dust sobbed as Valentino exited the studio. He thought he was alone and so he just let all of his feelings out at once.

Husk made his way to Angel Dust and made quick work of the bindings, the spider gasping out in surprise and fear. His eyes would barely open. Husk hushed him and once the ropes had been undone, he grasped the tall man into a hug, one hand holding the back of his head and the other against his back, his ears flat against his head, “I’m sorry.” He repeated the words like a prayer as he felt Angel shake in his embrace from desperate sobs.

Angel Dust pushed him away once he had enough strength, his eyes barely able to crack open as he searched Husk’s face, “Why the fuck are you here?”

Husk looked down, “Charlie was worried.”

“Oh.” The disappointment was obvious and it hurt in Husk’s chest as he looked back up into those barely open eyes. Husk reached out, hand cradling his cheek carefully, and stared. Angel Dust’s bottom lip quivered and he looked away, “Val was right. He’s the only one that will ever love me.”

Husk grabbed his chin to force him to look into his eyes, “You really think that? What about Charlie and Vaggie? What about…” Husk swallowed, “What about me?”

Angel Dust snorted, “You don’t love me.” He looked at Husk defiantly, but Husk just looked crushed.

He backed away and sighed, “Angel Dust - I love you so much that it fucking terrifies me. I didn’t think I was capable of having those feelings, after everything I’ve been through, and here you came with your long fuckin legs and your pretty fuckin laugh and I can’t imagine a day going by that I never got to meet you.” Husk held a hand over his heart, “When we didn’t talk I missed you so much it fuckin hurt - Alastor had even threatened to hurt you at some point but the thought of being without you was so painful that I couldn’t take it.” He swallowed, “I’ve been drinking myself into a stupor every fuckin night because I’d rather be numb than live knowing that you go hurt because of me. I thought I was protecting you, but I was just hurting both of us. I don’t just love you, moron, I need you. I can’t breathe without you. I don’t want to keep living if you aren’t somewhere I can reach.”

Angel Dust was silent for a beat before he laughed, “Damn, Kitty, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk so much.” He weakly smiled, “Take me home before I change my mind.”

Husk picked up the man effortlessly and once they were outside, he stretched his wings and lifted them off into the air towards the hotel.

Angel held tightly onto Husk’s neck, his face buried in bluish fur, “Did you really mean all of that? That you need me?”

“Have I ever lied to you?” Husk let his eyes linger down to the lanky man in his arms, “I meant every fucking word.”

Angel tightened his grip, face and neck warm from embarrassment, “And you meant all of that even though I’m a broken whore?”

“Don’t you EVER say that about yourself again.”

Husk’s serious tone made Angel snap up to look at him, “Huh?”

He growled low in his throat, landing at the front of the hotel, not giving the man a single glance as he carried him through the threshold and up the stairs.

Charlie saw the state of Angel and cried out, but Alastor placed his cane in front of her to stop her advance, “They need to talk, princess. He’s here and he’s safe for now - you can see him in the morning.”

—

Husk brought the spider into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him with his foot as he continued to the bathroom, placing Angel Dust on the lid of his toilet before turning his attention to the large, clawfoot tub and turning on the water. He looked back at Angel once the water was at a satisfactory temperature and leaned onto his knees in front of him, between his legs, “You are NOT a whore.”

“Husk, people literally pay me for sex-“

“No. You are NOT a whore. And you may be broken, but I will do my damndest to glue you back together.” His eyes were serious and searching Angel Dust’s eyes for any doubt.

Angel didn’t respond because he didn’t know HOW to respond.

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

“….okay.”

Husk gave a small smile and moved the spider to the tub, helping him in carefully until he was mostly submerged. He took care to carefully wash the man, fingers running carefully through his fur and washing away all of the blood and other substances that had stained him over the past two days. The water had turned a coppery red color by the time he had finished. Husk helped Angel Dust out of the water and dried him off just as carefully as he had cleaned him.

Angel Dust finally had enough feeling in his legs that he could support himself while Husk lifted the drain of the tub to empty the water. He’d worry about cleaning the stains tomorrow.

He was so, so careful with Angel as he laid the man in his bed, afraid he’d break if he pushed or touched him with too much force. Angel Dust smiled up at him, feeling warm as Husk hovered over him.

Husk leaned back and took a deep breath, slowing his breathing down, “Are you comfortable sleeping here tonight? Or would you prefer your own room?”

Angel Dust curled his limbs closer to himself for warmth, “Are you okay with having me in your bed?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’m dirty.”

Husk laughed softly, “You just took a bath-“

“No I mean… I’m used and I’ll never just be yours-“

Husk’s eyes lit up with anger and determination, “You are NOT a whore.”

“I didn’t say-“

Husk moved up and placed a kiss on his temple, eyes finding Angel’s to emphasize, “You are NOT a whore.”

Angel furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and opened his mouth to protest, but Husk placed a kiss against his eye lids and on his nose, “You are not a whore.”

Husk let his claws brush over Angel Dust’s cheeks before placing a soft kiss on his neck and shoulder, “You are not a whore.”

Angel Dust’s eyes started to water, “Why are you-?”

Husk held up Angel Dust’s hand and kissed the crook of his elbow gently, his wrist, his palm, and then each finger individually, “You are so beautiful and if it takes me the rest of our afterlives to glue your broken pieces back together so that you can see it too, I’ll do it.”

Angel Dust choked on his tears as Husk continued to litter his body with soft kisses- making sure to take extra time on every scar and fresh wound to prove a point. Once Husk felt satisfied, he leaned over the spider and looked him in the eyes, “You are not a whore and I will always put you back together when someone else tries to break you.”

Angel Dust was shaking from the sobs wracking his body, but he reached up and pulled Husk in for a real kiss, lips on lips and eyes closed as he tried to memorize the feeling of them.

Husk held Angel Dust’s hand as he carefully pulled away, “I’ll be right back.”

Angel panicked, worried if Husk left he’d never see him again, “Please, no. Please don’t leave me.”

Husk smiled warmly, “Do you trust me?”

Angel Dust hesitated, “More than anyone.”

“I’ll be right back.”

The spider was on edge the whole time Husk was gone, but he shot up in bed when he heard the door open. His fear melted as soon as he recognized Fat Nuggets oinking happily in Husk’s arms. Husk closed the door behind him and placed the pig onto his bed, the pink bundle of energy racing into Angel Dust’s arms. He held onto his pet tightly, crying softly, “I’m so sorry I left you here, Nuggs. I’m so sorry-“

“He forgives you.” Husk sat on the bed next to him and sighed, “He found his way in here while you were gone - go figure - I try to ignore everything and your pig decides to annoy me while you aren’t here.”

Angel Dust let himself lean onto Husk’s shoulder and take a deep, shaking breath, “I missed you.”

Husk smiled and moved to let Angel lay back on the bed, “Yeah. I missed you, too.” He held him tightly, Angel’s head tucked under Husk’s chin and Fat Nuggets between them both - they fell asleep like that.

And woke up like that.

Angel Dust started awake, reaching out to make sure he wasn’t alone and he was met with Husk hushing him and gently stroking the back of his head, “I’m here.”

Angel Dust let out a stuttered, relieved sigh as he settled back into the embrace, “Good.”

They spent most of the day like that, but the rumble of hunger that erupted from Angel Dust’s stomach had them both laughing. Husk pulled away, “Go get dressed. I’ll talk to Charlie and see if her dad can whip up some pancakes for you.”

He perked up at the sound of pancakes and nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

—

Angel Dust watched his hands nervously as he sat at the bar with Husk, “I have to go back to work tomorrow.”

Husk looked up at him from his mixer, “Would you like me to go with you?”

“NO!” Angel Dust held a hand over his mouth and looked away bashfully, “I just… Husky I like you so much but my deal-“

Husk gripped the hand covering Angel Dust’s mouth and smiled, pulling it down to the bar and squeezing it, “I know. It’s fine.” He let go and placed the drink in front of the spider, “I promise it’s fine.”

Angel Dust frowned, “Why would it be fine? No one wants to mess around with a used cock sleeve, right?”

Husk growled, holding Angel Dust’s chin so they were looking eye to eye, “Don’t start that shit again- you are so much more than a porn star, Angel Dust. I don’t give a shit about your job - none of them mean anything to you so why should they mean anything to me?”

He let go and Angel’s eyes trailed down to his cocktail, “Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex with someone where I like them and they like me.”

“Would you like to?”

Angel Dust turned bright red, eyes meeting Husk’s, “S-Sorry?”

Husk blinked, “Would you like to have sex with someone who has genuine and strong feelings for you?”

“I… are you fuckin around, Husk? Cus it isn’t funny.”

Husk smiled and reached for Angel Dust’s hand, “I am not joking- if it’s what you want, I want to give that to you.”

Angel Dust cleared his throat, “I have high expectations.”

Husk chuckled, “Drop them - I don’t have very good stamina. But… I’ll do my best.”

Angel Dust swallowed hard, but nodded, “Y-yeah. Okay.”

Husk let go of Angel’s hand, “Go on upstairs- I’ll find you after I close up shop.”

—

Angel Dust felt his heart beating so hard, he was sure it was going to come out of his chest. He had never been this nervous for sex in his life, but the way Husk entered the room and looked at him so warmly had his entire body buzzing like it was his first time.

Husk crawled onto the sheets carefully, hands reaching to hold Angel Dust’s face, “Let me know if anything hurts - I only want you to feel good tonight.” He waited for Angel Dust to nod in approval before he leaned forward to place their lips together.

Angel tried to move faster on instinct, but Husk pulled away and smiled, “What’s the hurry?”

“Sorry… habit.”

“Don’t apologize.” He leaned in again and left soft kisses along the side of the spider’s face, sighing contentedly as he pushed their lips together again. It wasn’t hungry - it was exploratory.

Fingers and claws touched skin gently and slowly like they were reading braille and committing it to memory. Husk peppered Angel Dust with warm, soft kisses on nearly every inch of his exposed body - like he was trying to bleach out the touches of anyone else with pure affection. And Angel Dust started to believe it was working.

He had never been so sensitive to someone’s touch, but he had also never been touched so gently before and with so much meaning.

Husk laced their digits together when it was time for penetration- his golden eyes searing into Angel’s pink ones, never losing eye contact during entry or in the slow movement of hips after.

They were both gasping in whispers, Angel Dust feeling spent but unable to look away from Husk’s gaze.

Husk released one of Angel Dust’s hands hand placed his own paw on the face below him. He leaned in and whispered , “I love you” against Angel Dust’s lips and the white demon whined, reaching release almost instantly after, the sounds being swallowed by another gentle kiss from Husk as he moved only slightly faster to reach his own release.

He breathed heavily over Angel, using their still intertwined hands to hold himself up as his other hand brushed the fur from Angel Dust’s eyes, “You okay?”

Angel Dust squeezed their hands together and smiled, laughing breathlessly, “Yeah, I’m okay. You okay?”

Husk looked mesmerized as he stared down at him, “Better than okay.”

They stayed like that for a while, breaths mixing together and eyes searching the other’s until Husk finally moved, cleaning up Angel Dust’s body with a baby wipe from the dresser, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” Angel Dust moved his head so he could watch as Husk moved to clean himself, “Not at all.”

Husk smiled warmly, “Good.”

He thew the wipes to the other side of the room and flopped onto the pillow beside Angel Dust, just looking at him and drinking in the image of him looking so comfortable and blown out after having what Husk assumed was extremely vanilla sex for the man.

But Angel Dust looked at him, eyes shining, “Hey, Husk?”

“Hmm?” They adjusted so that they were cuddled close, arms tangled together in a mess and foreheads touching.

“I love you, too.”

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sideline Love ~ Chapter 9 ~ Her Worst Mistake

Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney

Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?

Word Count: 2.7K

General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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(I'm also really sorry for this chapter)

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Ice Cream

It could be considered the perfect food.

At least in Charlie’s eyes.

Ice cream makes everything better.  Losses are better, wins are better, life is just better when there is ice cream involved.

And Chris knows this.

So, the after the game sundaes were born.  The day after a game, win or lose, away or at home, Chris took Charlie for ice cream.  Becca was allowed to tag along, most of the time.  But this was the Chris and Charlie time and who was Becca to interfere with that.

“Chris, what is the best ice cream?”

“Only one?”

“Yep.”

“Ok, let me think.”  Chris pretended to ponder the question.  “Cookies and Crème.”

Charlie lit up with a smile. “Really?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s my favorite too because it has Oreos in it.”

“That’s why I love it too.”

Yes, the bond between Chris and Charlie was unbreakable.  Becca and Chris started to spend more time together, Chris mostly coming to Becca’s to make it easier on her. Dodger had his own bed in her house, right at the foot of Charlie’s.  The pup was protecting of the little blonde, following her everywhere, out to the bus stop that took her and waiting for her every afternoon in the same stop when she got back.  Chris and Becca had a routine.  Chris would come over after practice, watch Charlie for Becca until she was home from the stadium.  He would start dinner; she would clean up and get Charlie ready for bed.  Their domestic life was bliss.

It didn’t stop the few close calls. Like when Rick and Avery stopped by unannounced.  It was lucky that Sebastian and Lizzy had been there for dinner.  It looks very innocent. At least till Chris “went home” for the evening and came back half hour later.

“Jesus that was close,” he said as he pinned Becca to the door of her bedroom.

“And you wanted to start this earlier, remember?” She worked on getting his belt off.

“I can’t help it Angel. This dress does things to me.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

“But my favorite look is when it’s on the floor.”  He peeled her emerald-green shirt dress over her head, leaving her in her nude lingerie set.  “Oh fuck me.”

“That is the plan,” Becca smirked.

Chris growled. “Don’t be a tease, Angel.” He lifted her up and tossed her into the bed. He pulled his shirt off and Becca drooled, seeing his tattoos were one of her weaknesses and he knew it. He started to kiss the inside of her thighs, listening to her whine. “You are gonna wake Charlie.”

“She can sleep through a game, she’ll sleep through this,” Becca gasp as Chris meets the apex of her thighs.

“Good to know.” He thrusted his tongue in her hard, and she squealed. 

“Chris, baby, please stop.”

“Nope, not gonna happen Angel.  I need you.”

He took her, a few times, to heaven and back that night. It had been the most intense night of their lives.

The universe has a funny way of making everything great… before fucking it up.

*~**~*

Rebecca arrived at Robert’s office.  He had asked her to come by as Tom had asked for a settlement agreement.  She was hopeful.  She didn’t want Tom to have joint custody, but she was ok with a strict visitation schedule.  As she was escorted to the conference room, she received a message.

C: Don’t give into him Angel.  He’s the bad guy here

B: I know love. I wish you were here.

C: Me too.  But after I will take my girls for pizza.

B: Sounds good.

Becca put her phone away as she made it to the room.  She saw Tom’s smug face and tried not to scoff.  The man had the most punch-able face on record.  She understood where Chris was coming from that his team didn’t like him. “I’m here, what is it?”

“I want to negotiate visitation.” Tom crossed his arms as if he already won.

“Finally, something mature from your mouth.” Becca sat next to Robert.  “What do you want?”

“I want Charlotte to come two weekends a month to Boston and for three weeks in the summer.”

“Not going to happen.  She doesn’t know you. You’re a stranger to her. You can come once a month to Pittsburgh for supervised visits until she gets to know you and then we can talk about more time.”

“Can I have the room with Rebecca please?” Tom looked at his own lawyer and then at Robert.  Robert looked at Becca, who nodded.  Tom leaned back in his chair, taking in Becca, waiting for the room to clear.  No longer the innocent 18-year-old from five years ago, now a business woman, she was beautiful.  “You know Becca, you have to be more beautiful than when we met.”

“According to you, we never met.”

“Rebecca, c’mon I thought we were past this.”

“You are past it. I didn’t want you to step away from your family.  I just wanted you to acknowledge the daughter that you had.  Now you want to take her away from me.”

“I don’t want too, Becca.  I want to share.  She is half of me.”

“She is none of you.  You didn’t want her. You didn’t want me. Tom, tell me what you really want.”

“I want us to be a family.  Have you help me raise my sons as well.”

“No.  Never going to happen.”

“Because you are in love with Evans?”

“What?”

Tom pulled out an envelope and removed sheets of paper. “I can show you what I mean.”  He handed the papers to her.

Tears formed in Becca’s eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

“Leave him.  Leave him and come back to me.  Not right away of course but yeah.  You do that, I won’t release these.  Your father has made it perfectly clear: no football players.  Leave him and I won’t release these photos. You leave and you won’t ruin his career. Because I know that’s what you’re thinking. Can’t ruin mine but his, his is still up in the air. Think about it.  You can keep these, I have copies.”

“This has nothing to do with custody.”

“Oh I know. But since I couldn’t figure out a way to see you without raising suspicion, this was my only way.  I’ll see you in court about custody.  But I have a feeling that somehow, that’s still going to go my way.  Have a nice day Rebecca.”  He got up and put his sunglasses on, smiled at her and left.

Becca sat in the room stunned.  Robert came back in.  “Hey?”

“Hi.”

“Becca, what happened?”

Becca handed the photos over.  They were of Chris and her in New Orleans. Kissing, holding hands, embracing.  Their most intimate moment, where they had declared their love was on display. “He threatened to release them.”

“Becca…”

“I need to talk to Chris.  We didn’t settle on custody.”  Becca got up and left the room. She drove home, trying to keep her emotions in. While she had no intention of being with Tom ever again, she couldn’t ruin Chris’s career. The love she had for him was too much for him to lose his dream. She saw the blue Mustang in the driveway and groaned. She had to face this head on.

Walking in, she saw a heartbreaking site: Chris asleep on the couch with Charlie on his chest.  She took a photo and went into to get cleaned up.  She wiped the stray tear that fell before she went back out.  She picked up Charlie and took her to her room to sleep.  When she went back out, Chris was sitting up, looking confused, hair sticking up.  He smiled when he saw her.  “Hey Angel. Just get in?”

“Yeah, meeting ran long. You guys eat?”

“Chinese.  Saved some for you.”

“Thanks.”  Becca went into the kitchen, stalling.  Chris could see the tension in her shoulders.

“Angel, what wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Becca, you are tense, and you look like you’ve been crying.  What’s wrong? Did something happen at the meeting?”

Becca took a breath. “Tom didn’t want to negotiate custody or visitation.” She went to her bag.  “There are photos, Chris.  Of you and me, when we were in New Orleans.”

“What?” She handed him the photos. “He followed us?”

“I think it was a PI but yeah. Umm…” she could feel the tears coming.  “He said that if we didn’t break up that he would release the photos.”

“That fucking tool.” Chris was seething. How dare this asshole try and ruin his relationship with Becca. “Ok, well I mean if it happens, it happens.”

“Chris,” she whispered.  “I can’t let that happen.” She looked towards the floor.  “I think its best if we separate.”

“What?”

“I love you and I’m sorry but I can’t let you ruin your career over my mistakes.”

“You don’t mean that Angel. You and Charlie mean more to me than football.”

“I’m sorry. But I can’t ruin your dream.”

Chris put his hands around her face, cupping that.  “Please don’t leave me. I love you. I won’t stop loving you. Please.” He kissed her soft and she let the tears flow.

“I have too, Chris. I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I love you. I love you so much that this is killing me.”

Chris held Becca as they cried. “Let me stay Angel.  Just one more night. Please.”

She looked up at him and pulled him down for a kiss. He reaches down and grasped under her ass to lift her and took her to her bedroom. He laid her down gently, kissing all of the skin he could at the moment, savoring this last time. They were slow, taking their time to get each article of clothing off. There was no teasing, just pleasure, enjoying each touch, each kiss. Chris brought Becca to the brink so many times, she lost count.  She cried as she reaches her peak the last time with Chris closely following.  She fell asleep in his arms, her favorite place in the whole world.

Becca wakes in the morning on Chris’s chest.  She traces his tattoos, knowing that this is the last time. “I don’t want to go,” he whispers.

“I know.” They get up and Chris grabs his stuff. Dodger had stayed at his house so that at least was lucky. Chris grabs his bag.  Its still early, the sun barely rising in Pittsburgh. Becca doesn’t bother stopping the tears.

“You know I love you.  I’m just…”

“Just protecting me.  I know Angel. I wish you didn’t.” He puts his bag down by the door. “I have to ask. Please don’t take Charlie away from me.   Please let me see her.  I don’t want to be another man that disappoints her.  I need you both but if you won’t let me have you then at least let me be there for Charlie.”

The man of her dreams.  That’s what he is.  While she was breaking his heart, he refused to break Charlie’s. “Ok Chris, sure.  I’ll have Liz or Scarlet take her to you, ok?”

“I’ll win you back Angel. I’ll find a way.” He pulled her in for one last kiss.  “I love you.”

“I love you.”

And just like that, Chris Evans walked out of her life.

And she knew, this was her worst mistake.

*~**~*

There are certain rivalries in sports that are legendary.  Lakers verses Celtics. Yankees verses Red Sox. Cowboys verses Giants. And then there is the Steelers and the Patriots. Because when both teams have the same number of championships, the tension is at another level.

This is football at its finest.

Chris should be excited.  He should be nervous. He should be ready.

Chris is none of those things.

He’s heartbroken.

Sitting in the visiting locker room at Gillette Stadium, he looks at the picture of Becca and Charlie he still has in his bag.  It was from their first visit to his house.  He had seen Charlie a couple of times, but Becca made sure not to be around. He kissed her picture and put it back in his bag.  Since the team had no idea they were together, they had no reason to suspect why Chris was down.

The game ran like any other game: physical and intense.  But Chris’s heart wasn’t into it.  He called plays and ran them but was not focused.  He was sacked a record six times in the first half.  Coach Ben was on him, yelling at him to get his head in the game.

Heading into the second half, the Steelers were up by two touchdowns.  A miracle considering how bad Chris was playing.  Becca watched from the owner’s box, understanding that this was her fault.  She was just happy that Charlie was at home with her mother.  The Steelers offence took to the field as her father came to speak to her.  “Do you know what is going on with Evans?”

“No clue.” She never looked away from him.

Chris called the play, and the ball was hiked to him.  He drops back, looking for his open man.  He doesn’t see it when the defense breaks through the line.  Chris is tackled into the ground hard.

Becca stand up and sees that he doesn’t move.  “Oh my God.”  She and Rick turn to run down to the field.

Medical is called and the players are standing around him, Sebastian trying to wake him.  “Chris, c’mon man, open your eyes.”  The medics place a brace around his neck and get him on the board.  A jolt wakes Chris.

“Sebastian?”

“Oh, thank fuck.” Sebastian lowers his head.

“What happened?”

The team doctors look into his eyes.  “Chris, can you move your fingers?”  He wiggles them.  “Ok, try your feet.”  He moves them as well.  “That’s good Chris.  We’re going to take you to the medical center.”  They lift him by the back board, and he waves his hand, getting a cheer from the crowd.

At Boston Memorial, he goes through scans and x-rays.  The doctors come out to talk to Ben, Rick and Becca.  “He has a concussion. Its mild and he’ll be sore but per protocol, he’s not allowed to play until he passes the concussion protocol test.  He’s very lucky.”

“Can we see him?” Ben asked.

“Sure.  Does he have family?”

“His family is coming.  We sent a car to get them from the stadium,” Becca replies.

“Good.  If you would like to see him, he’s in room 2174.”

Ben and Rick go into the room with Becca sitting outside waiting for his family.  His mother Lisa and his brother Scott arrive, and Becca gives them the rundown.  “He has a concussion. Luckily no other injuries just bruises.  He’ll be sore for a few days. Doctors say he’ll make a full recovery.  The league has been notified and he’s in concussion protocol.”

“Thank heavens,” Lisa says as Scott hugs her.  Ben and Rick exit and they go in.  Becca just sits.

“Becca are you coming with us?” Ben asks.

“Uh, no.  I’m going to wait for the Evans family to make sure they don’t need anything, and I’ll fly separately. How did the team do?”

“They lost in overtime.” Ben looks to the floor.

Rick could see the emotions flowing on Becca’s face.  “Sweetheart, if you need help with anything…”

“Just check on Charlie, ok?  I know she watched the game and I know she’s crushed that he got hurt so just take care of her.  I’ll make the arrangements here and if they allow him to go home, I’ll take care of it as well.  This is my job Dad, not me being anything else.”

Rick nodded.  He hugged his daughter and left with Ben.  Becca sat again and drew her knees to her chest.  When Scott came out, he saw her and sat next to her. “You’re the one, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“He still loves you.”

“I know. This is my fault.”

“No, its not.”

“Yes, it is.  I broke him and look what happened.”

“So unbreak him.”

“I can’t.” She wipes away the tears from her face.

“Why not?”

“Because it would take away his dream.”

Scott puts his arm around Becca. “I think his dream changed Becca.  His dream is you now.” She looked at him.  “All he talks about is you. Not football.”

“I don’t know what to do Scott.”

“Let love win.”

A few hours later, Becca sneaks into Chris’s room.  He looks at him peacefully asleep and she takes his hand. She kisses his forehead softly and whispers. “I promise Chris, I’ll fix this.  Don’t give up on me. Everything is going to be ok.”

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Vampire Media: TV Series

A review of various vampire focused series. More under the cut

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

I loved this series. It was on TV during a formative time in my life, and maybe it's why I like vampires. I don't know. If you hate Joss Weadon, that's completely understandable. There were hundreds of people involved in the making of this show, and they were good people, and they put their heart and soul into it, so I think it's worth watching despite Joss. There are some stellar episodes that might be worth watching the whole series for. Buffy is a great character. Spike (vampire villain turned good guy) is probably my favorite character of all time. I like the show's vampires. The episode where Dracula shows up is gold. This series did a mix of funny, terrifying, and serious, so prepare for your emotions to be played with. It's also a really satisfying watch.

I never watched the companion series Angel because I couldn't stand Angel as a character, so I can't comment on it for myself. I have friends who absolutely loved it.

True Blood

Based on the Sookie Stackhouse Series of books. The first season is pure atmospheric vampire gold. The vampires are sexy and scary, and the main character is naive, and Bon Temps still lives in my brain as a place. I love the idea that vampire blood is somehow a drug that gets people high. Later seasons get progressively less good. Part of it is, I think they didn't know what to do with the book storyline. Still worth it for the first few seasons.

Vampire Knight (Anime)

Ah... So I loved this. Typical anime where it's a high school, and you have vampires attending as well as normal kids. You get a love triangle. In the end, there is a twist, and there's an incest subplot that just... got weird. Overall, a great watch except for the incest thing at the end.

First Kill (one season)

Netflix canceled the second season, but in my opinion, it's still a different take on vampires. It is eye candy, and as long as you know that going in and you don't expect too much else from it, it's fun.

Castlevania

Show based on the video game. It's a video game I never played, so I feel like a few things I wasn't prepared for. This show is dark. Prepare for gore, and innocent people dying, and some truly terrible people. Body horror like you wouldn't believe. That said, I kind of love Alucard. Some amazing animation.

Hellsing and Hellsing Ultimate (anime)

I love both of these series for different reasons. Both are based on the manga. I love Alucard in this. He's a very interesting vampire. I am nuts for the police girl that he turns, especially in the original Hellsing, which focuses a little more on her. Basically, Van Hellsing created an organization to fight vampires, but it turns out they actually have a vampire working for them who might be someone important. There's a will-they-won't-they thing going on with Alucard and the head of the organization that is really engaging. Alucard keeps going up against bigger and bigger foes, and each time he unlocks a new level of power, and I'm a nut for it every time.

What we do in the Shadows

Last but not least. This show is peak vampire humor. It makes fun of EVERYTHING. There are digs at Anne Rice. There are digs at literally all other vampire media. There's a scene where they get actors from various movies to come in and play their vampire selves, and it is really funny. The characters are perfect, and the storyline is funny. I laughed out loud at least once an episode and often more. There's a movie that happened before this that is also really funny.

@rinniiart I forgot, in the movies, to include Only Lovers Left Alive. If you haven't seen that one, I think you might really like it. I thought of it because What We Do in the Shadows had a joke with Tilda Swinton and it was from that movie, so you kind of have to watch Only Lovers Left Alive to get why she's there. Basically, Tom Hiddleston and Tilda Swinton are vampires facing obsolescence. Beautiful movie. Interesting concept. I also realized I forgot to talk about Blade and Blade 2, both excellent vampire movies. Maybe in a later post I'll talk about them.

Let me know if you've seen any of these and if you did what you thought of them. Thanks for the opportunity to info dump about a special interest of mine.

[miyakuli]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks

Hello~ Oh I don't mind at all :) actually I've been tagged as well by @oo-mi-ru-oo to give 10 characters I love in different fandom so it's kinda similar, I can reply both in one post :3 I'm gonna on japanimation only because if I have to choose with manga/books/movies/tv characters, it'll be impossible for me haha >v<"

Hinata Hyuuga

I started Naruto when I was 10-11 years old and that was the period of time when I began to lack of confidence and I began to be pretty introverted. And well, I was relating so much to Hinata so I immediately got attached to her. Also I grew up with her in a way, and seeing her becoming more confident and strong, while still being very empathic and sweet, she became like a model to follow in my eyes. It's really one of the character who had the most impact for me so yeah, Hinata will always be Best Girl to me <3

Natsume Takashi

Natsume Yuujinchou is my favourite anime, especially because of this sweetheart. I’m very moved by empathic character (you’re gonna notice it with the charac I’ll pick lol). Natsume has such a sensitive and sweet personality, I loved him instantly tbh. Also, the fact that he is careful to not get too close because he fears to bother them or to get hurt...well, I totally understand that feeling ;;  And seeing him being more open little by little, and warming up to people, it makes me feel happy, so yeah, it’s a character that makes me feel good and warm inside =v= 

Makoto Tachibana

I think everyone following my blog is aware of my love for him xD What can I say more. Makoto is THE friend everyone would like to have ; he is a sweetheart, he is adorable, he is caring toward his family and friends and he is the best to comfort people. Simply, he makes people happy, putting the others before himself sometimes (#protecttheboy), and really you cannot see this guy and not feel the need to smile back at him <33 this boy needs to be loved as much he loves people, so here, TAKE MY ALL MY LOVE MAKOGOD <3

Tifa Lockhart

My beautiful, strong, confident, sensitive and caring girl <3 I think Tifa is an amazing female character. I love her personality so much and even though she can kick ass, she is still a pretty calm and sweet. She is confident but humble, strong but adorable, sensitive but sassy when it needs. I really love all those sides of her <3 also she is one of the reason that made me realize that I wasn’t that much straight XDDD

Fai D Flowright

He is the first character that made me turn into protective mode (;v;) He is such a tragic character, and despite all the pain and horror he went through, he is still such a lovely man who just wants to take care of his loved ones. He suffered so much but he has still love to give...even though he doesn’t love himself ;o; I swear I just wanted to jump in the manga each time to hug him and comfort him. Yes he is funny, and cool and beautiful, but that’s definitely his fragile side that made me appreciate him even more. 

Clear

I started playing Dmmd for the gay boys...I ended it by getting a son to protect. Clear is a kinda a mix of everything I fall for : empathic, sweet, strong and a bit unconfident. But also he is SO INNOCENT, SO PURE!!! he has this childish innocence that makes me melt all the time ;v; so when the angst came, I just cried for him. I don’t know how much tears I cried because of him, his story touched my heart so much and he deserves only happiness ;; also, he sings (yes this is a very good reason to love him too xD). Anyway, I love this angel so much <3

Tomoyo Daidouji

She wasn’t immediately one of my favorite girl. I appreciated her kindness, the fact she was always so caring toward her friends but also her fun side, like being a kind of groupie of Sakura xD it’s when I finished to read all the manga when I was older that I realized that she was such an amazing character. Without spoiling, she is definitely the type to sacrifice her own needs as long as the people she loves are happy. She’ll be happy either way, without any resentment or regrets. And I think that’s something to admire. Also...she can sing xDD

Mihashi Ren

My maternal side activated at the sight of this baby boy. I was older when I began Oofuri, so I was less shy, still pretty unconfident but I was hiding my anxiety inside all the time. But Mihashi was expressing his anxiety through his expressions and his acts. And when I saw him I was like “yep, it’s my inside-self personalized there”, that no one can’t really see. So obviously, I’ve been right away attached to this character since I was relating to his social struggles and his lack of confidence. But the most important fact is that Mihashi is always doing his best, and he tries to be better all the time, fighting against his anxiety and trying to believe the words of people who praise him. He is so inspiring to me ; more than just seeing myself in him at that time, he became a character that gave me the desire to control better my anxiety as well ;v; 

Levi Ackerman

Ok Levi is a bit different of all my previous crush characters ;) I’m gonna admit, I first liked him because he was such a too cool charac xDD loved his design, his sort of grumpy personality, his badass side too etc...but through the chapter, we all discovered a protective and sensitive side of him <3 I also love so much his honesty ; he assumes his beliefs and won’t hesitate to shake a bit people for their own good. He is also very smart and combined to his agility skills, he is such an amazing fighter, and he never hesitated to put his own life in danger to protect others. But he has a violent and controversial side due to all the trauma he went through, so that makes him even more complex. And that’s why I think he’s the best charac of snk, and also one of the charac I love the most~

My reason to love her is kinda close to Levi’s. She appeared at first as cold and determined but she is much more complex. Through the manga, it becomes clear that she is a broken person with depression and PTSD who find a reason to keep living when she fell in love with Roy. She is ready to do anything for him to fulfill his dream even though she will have to give up to a part of her humanity (but also femininity). She is such a selfless character and basically she is following her heart. And for a character that appears strict, it’s such an adorable and touching side of her. And this sweet side appears from time to time, when she adopts her lil doggy or when her fragility breaks through the shell in some situations. I will end with obvious point too like, she gorgeous and strong, so yep, an amazing lady indeed ;)

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Voilà :) It was a bit hard to decide at the end (I wanted to put Aizawa from bnha as well ><), but I think I summed up well how I feel about those characters...hopefully//////

[anemia-rp]

This made Kukki smile and chuckle, amused at the thought. "You, an angel? I am sorry for the way it sounded, but my love, you are the farthest thing I know from what a conventional angel would be described as. What'd be more fitting for you would be perhaps the notion of fallen angel or maybe an incubus, an angel of love like me.~" Her smile got even sweeter and she licked her lips in delight, seeing the beautiful face the vampire had just made mere moments ago when she passed the ice cube over his nipple. "Mmm... I'll be anything for you, love.~ I want to be your everything! And it's funny you mentioned it, since I've played the nurse part in the past too, when I took care of your hand, remember, my love?~" Kukki purred again and watched his hand very attentively as it migrated towards the collar of her shirt, pulling at it. "I am slightly hot, that's true... Hope you don't mind if I take off my shirt too...~" That said, the young woman set the ice cube back in the tray just enough so that she could take off her shirt, being left now only in her bra. Now that she was shirtless, Fuji could also take a view of her belly that was starting to show slight signs of growth, given that Kukki was slowly nearing the two months mark of the pregnancy.

"A /conventional/ angel, you name it. That I'm certainly not" He smirked. "The last name I've given myself is Daraku, that means depravity, so yeah, I'm probably /the/ fallen angel. An actual Lucifer. Too sinful to sit peacefully on a cloud and play the harp with the blonde, winged innocent ones." The picture he created in his mind made him laugh sinisterly what's an easy thing to do with his deep voice that is so contrary to his beautiful facial features yet fits so well. "I know right", he admitted and displayed a smug little smirk. "Could be I've got a weakness for it. Nurses and being taken care of…that's somewhat hot and makes me feel secure." He hummed in approval. And watched her keenly, letting his eyes wander up and down her upper body. "Your body got even softer", he noticed. "Could it be not only your belly grew a lil' bit but your boobs, too?" His face showed that he was delighted by this thought. "Fuck, who would have thought you could become even more beautiful?"

[fayechives17]

One act play

Title: Her revenge

Theme: Romance

Length: One Act Play

Medium: English

SETTINGS: School, Cafeteria 

CHARACTERS: FAE, ELI, MORGAN, CARTER, BROOKE, DALE, BLAIR

WHAT WILL BE YOUR NAME IN THE PLAY? Fae

WHAT WILL YOU BE LIKE? Nerdy girl

WHO ELSE CAN BE PART OF YOUR DREAM ROLE? Eli, Morgan, Carter, Brooke, Dale, Blair

WHAT WILL HE/THEY BE LIKE? Friends, Famous Campus Crush NARATION:

It all started when the 3 famous boys in school made a bet to make the Nerdy girl fall in love with one of them.

SCENE 1

Morgan: Seriously, her? She's a Nerd for Godsake.

Eli: Yes and she's cute. But don't forget, she is now our new target.

Carter: She kinda look innocent. But nevermind, you better back off guys coz l'm gonna make that Nerd fall in love with me.

Morgan: You wish, dude. Shut your mouth, You better ready your 2 Million pesos, this time I will win this game.

Eli: Do your thing, boys. I'm sure she'd fall for me.

Carter: We'll see.

"Little they didn't know, The Nerd's 3 Bestfriends heard what the 3 Boys talking about and tell everything to her immediately."

SCENE 2

Fae: Are you sure, guys? Are they really having a bet on me?

Brooke: Yes, we are 100% sure that it's you they're talking about.

Dale: We heard that who ever gonna win the bet will win 2 Million pesos.

Fae: I can't believe it. Those jerks!

Blair: What are you going to do now? They're really Famousand if their fans will know about this, I'm sure you're dead.

Fae: If that's what they want. I will play their game and lam not gonna let them win. I will make the 3 of them fall in love with me.

Dale: That's our girl.

Brooke: Genius.

Blair: She's a Nerd after all. Hahahaha.

"The 3 Famous boys tried to get Fae's attention at

School."

SCENE 3

Carter: Hey, you look so beautiful today.

Fae: It's kinda weird that you approach me and now you're talking with me.

Carter: Why not? I mean, as I look deeper into your eyes, all I can see is an eyes of an Angel with a purest heart inside you.

Fae: Thanks, Carter. I am thinking the same thing Carter: Would you like to go on a date with me?

Fae: Are you serious?

Carter: Deadly serious. So, see you later?

Fae: See you.

"After last night, Carter keep thinking about how gorgeous and kind Fae's heart. His heart started to beat fast, smiling and reminiscing the moment when he was with Fae."

SCENE 4:

Eli: She's coming here.

Carter: What if let's stop this game?

Eli: Hell no. Hey, fae. What's up?

Fae: Hi? How are you guys?

Eli: Can I talk to you for a sec.?

Fae: Uh, sure.

Eli: See you later, boys.

Morgan: Good luck, man.

Eli: I got this.

"Carter sigh heavily when Fae and Eli left. Morgan ask him if there is something that's bothering him."

SCENE 5:

Carter: I think I am in love with Fae.

Morgan: What? That fast?

Carter: I know it's funny and weird, but I truly like her. I don't want to continue this bet.

Morgan: Bro, you lose. Hahaha. I guess, you're really in love with her. What are you going to do? She's with Eli right now. And knowing Eli, he will do everything to win her.

Carter: I will not let that happen. Not this time.

Morgan: Let's find them.

Carter: Thanks, bro.

Morgan: No prob, bro. I got your back.

"They found Fae and Eli at the Cafeteria and based on

Fae's reaction, she's shocked."

SCENE 6:

Fae: What are you talking about? Why me?

Eli: I am really sorry for doing this to you. The truth is, I really really like you.

Fae: Are you kidding? It's not funny, I know all about your bet.

Eli: I'm so sorry about the bet. I just wanted to get close to you that is why I chose you to be our new target.

Believe me, I like you.

Carter: Bro, are you saying you're in love with her, too?

Fae: Carter? What are you doing here?

Eli: What do you mean "too"?

Morgan: Bro, Carter wants to end the bet.

Fae: Wait. Is this a prank, guys? If you think it's funny,

No it is not. Stop it.

Carter: |like you, fae.

Eli: You do like her?

Morgan: He confessed a while ago.

Eli: But I like her first.

Carter: What?

Eli: You heard it right. I just confessed my feelings to her.

Fae: You two, stop! I don't want to hear all of your lies.

"Fae left and the 3 Famous boys fight. When she arrived at home, she smiled and said..

Fae: I won.

[proserpina-magnus]

hi! i love your writing so much and am wondering if you could do a regulus x reader smut where it's the readers first time (innocence kink to the max also praise) and she is worried she wont be good?

Bestie I sorta forgot to add a few of the main points, but I included the majority so I hope you like it. I made it a tad bit longer then my other blurbs so I hope that makes up for it! xoxo

Regulus Black And Thigh Fucking [ + major innocence kink ]

[ Warning: fem!reader, innocences kink, daddy kink, size difference, thigh fucking, slight subspace, slight tit sucking, use of the words “bunny” & “Angel” ]

Word count: 2.2k

THIS IS NOT EDITED

You felt a burning itch encase your bottom half, your legs wobbly as you opened the door to Regulus dorm. You peaked your head in, looking around for him. Regulus turned his head at the sound, a gentle smile forming on his lips as he realized who opened the door.

"Hi Angel, come in," Regulus motioned, he sat on his bed, a book between his fingers before closing it and setting it softly to the side.

Regulus waited patiently as you walked into the colder room, turning slightly so you can close the door. You walked over to where he sat, a guilty remorse present on your face.

"What's wrong?" Regulus worriedly asked, his legs spreading open so he can pull you in between them. His hands rub your hips, dipping to hold your back firmly.

"It hurts.." you mumble, not sure why you had felt this desperate need. Regulus held worry in his eyes, he pushed you back slightly so he could look over you.

"What hurts? Did you fall?" He asked, he couldn't find any visible wounds. Regulus wondered if you had started your period and was looking for some sympathy, his hand comes to rub your stomach.

"No... not m'period," you mumble, Regulus looked up towards your eyes with a confused expression. "I don't know what's wrong bunny, you have to tell me,"

You feel embarrassed, not knowing how to phrase your predicament. Instead, you take his hand and guide it under your skirt. You whimper as you place his hand against your soaked panties.

"Right there," you whisper, Regulus eyes look down slowly and follow the way his hand disappears under the thick fabric. His eyes slowly closed, a hum on his lips as he rubbed his index finger against the soaked material. You instantly jumped, legs squeezing around his hand as you gripped onto his shoulders.

"Oh baby, when did this start?" Regulus asked, tapping your thighs so you'll loosen up. You followed his instructions, thighs parting for his fingers. He pushed aside the stained material as he feels just how needy you are. When you don't reply, Regulus hand cups your jaw and guides you to look at him. "When did you start feeling like this?" He asked again, noticing the way you become nervous.

"Yesterday. When you were playing quidditch," You tell him, feeling more embarrassment flood your face with red. Tears start to well up in your eyes as you let out a silent cry. "I'm sorry Reggie, I don't know what's wrong with me. Please make it go away,"

Regulus clued into your frantic state, piecing together that you had no clue what was going on. He took responsibility for this, feeling guilty for not realizing the way you had clung onto him after his quidditch match.

"It's alright bunny, let me help you. I should've realized yesterday, 'm sorry you felt needy all night," Regulus apologized, bringing you into a soft kiss as your fluids dripped onto his fingers. He hadn't even touched you yet and you had been soaking, it was driving him crazy.

"Couldn't sleep daddy, I felt funny," you whispered, not realizing how easy it was for you to fall into a submissive state. Regulus felt his heart squeeze, his cock twitching against his pants at the nickname you've given him.

"Shh, I know baby. Daddy's going to take care of you now, I've got you," Regulus played along, bringing you to the bed as he guided you to lay back. You felt exposed when he unzipped your skirt and slid it down your thighs. Your panties soaked with need, Regulus had to resist letting out a groan.

He helped you out of your shirt and bra, letting out a gentle "tsk" when he saw you cover up. He petted your hair to ease you, his other hand pulling your arm away from your breasts.

"Please don't hide yourself," Regulus asked, his eyes taking a long look at your chest. Your breasts were flushed and swollen, your nipples hard and untouched. Every part of you had been untouched, Regulus let out a content sigh.

"M'sorry daddy, I'm so stupid," you fret, feeling terrible for upsetting him. Regulus let out a gentle coo, his hand resting on your hips as he leaned down to capture your lips in a delicate kiss.

"You're not stupid bunny. I don't want to hear you say that again, do you understand?" He asked, pulling back so he can wipe your tears away. When you nodded, he gave you a soft smile as he tilted your face up with his knuckle.

With his thumb on your chin, he turns your face to the right. You squeeze your eyes shut, nauseous with what he's going to do. Regulus took his time looking over your nude body, sucking on his tongue to calm himself.

"You're so pretty, just wanna use you until you're crying and whimpering for me, would you like that bunny?" Regulus tutted, enjoying the way your thighs closed and rubbed for friction. His hands slide down to your breast, his cold fingers cupping your tit.

"Please Reggie," you begged loosely, just wanting the desperation to ease. Regulus let out a gentle laugh, his fingers running down the side of your torso before he applied pressure just below your navel. "Can't wait to see my cock filling you, probably can't even take it all,"

You felt a twitch of degradation from his words, your body warm as you slid your legs wide open for him. You felt a need to prove him wrong, wanting to be good and take him fully. "No I can take it, I can take daddy's cock," you blabber out, Regulus looked up towards you with a shocked expression.

"Bunny, do you have any idea what you're doing me?" Regulus breathed out, an enchanted look in his eyes as he quickly tugs on your panties. You shake your head, a pout on your lips. Regulus took your smaller hand into his much larger one, dragging it down to place it against his clothed cock. You sat up instantly, eyes wide as it dangled at his large bulge straining against his slacks.

"That's not going to fit," you mumbled, eyes wide like saucers as you keep staring at the full cock pressed under his clothes. Your mouth watered from the thought, Regulus took your face in his hand and tilted it up. He wore a smirk on his face, dipping down to press a kiss against your wettened lips.

"I thought you said you would take me like a good girl?" Regulus kissed down your neck, his hands squeezing your hips. He nipped just below your ear, before whispering lowly; "you wouldn't lie to me would you bunny?"

"Daddy you're too big, what if it hurts?" You protested, stomach squeezing as you thought about the tear. Regulus gave a confident smile into your shoulder, kissing down your chest.

His mouth opened, taken your hardened nub between his lips. You let out a whiny whimper, your fingernails digging into his shoulder.

"Trust me bunny, I would never hurt you. How about I fuck your thighs hm? Rub my cock against your pussy without fucking you full," Regulus offered, his lips moving down your stomach. He kissed just below your navel, his hands firmly against your hips as you squirmed.

"Will it hurt?" You ask, your hands moving to his hair as you pull him back up for a kiss. Regulus kissed you deeply, his hands moving to grip your thighs.

"It's not supposed to, do you want to try it?" He asked, you gave a shaky nod. Regulus kissed you once more, standing up as he discarded his warm jumper. You flexed on your knees, hands obediently pressed to your thighs as you sat and watched.

"Someone's a good girl," Regulus commented, your face warm as you felt another nervous swarm of butterflies in your tummy. "I wanna be your good girl, daddy," you declared, mouth thick with saliva as Regulus slipped out of his shirt. His skin was a light olive colour, you could see the outline of his pelvic bone poking out through his slacks. Your eyes holding a stare with his hard cock.

"You're already my good girl," Regulus said while standing closer, he chuckled when you continued to stare at his bulge. He directed your head up, looking down towards you. "Turn around and prop your ass up,"

You did just that, leaning up to get a small kiss before directing yourself to turn around. You leaned forwards, hands pressed in his mattress as you arched to prop your ass in the air. Regulus let out a long breath at the sight, your wet cunt presented just for him.

He leaned down, blowing cold air against your plump folds. You jerked, not prepared for the way it felt so good against your hot cunt. You felt another bolt of nausea when you heard his belt click open, hearing the shuffle of clothes drop against the floor.

You try and turn back to see his now exposed cock, but Regulus only holds it out of view. "Don't be greedy," He contorts, his fingers moving to push through your folds.

You shrivel, grabbing a pillow as you hide your face in it. Regulus sees the way you tense up, he places a gentle rub on your thigh as he continues to coat his fingers for lubrication.

"Shh, you're doing so well. Sorry I snapped at you bunny, just didn't want to ruin your innocence," He explained, his now wetted hand moving down to your locked thighs. He spreads your liquid in between your thighs, you grow confused at his movements.

"What are you doing daddy?" You whine, feeling faint from how little you're getting pleased. Regulus only breaths out, pumping his cock a few times as he leans down quickly to spit against your folds. You gasp, head turning at the feeling.

"Shh baby, I can't fuck your thighs with no lubrication," Regulus responds, his spit dripping from your cunt. You twitch, turning your head back to lay against the pillow.

"Daddy please, hurts," You mumble through the pillow, Regulus gives a pat to your ass for comfort as he takes his cock and pushes it through your thighs. "I know bunny, please be patient,"

Regulus holds your thighs closed, grinding into your tight thighs as he fucks them fast. You move with his body, gasping each time he slides up and rubs against your swollen clit. After a few more thrusts, he completely switches to rut against your folds.

He's careful not to enter unwanted, taking his time with dragging his wet cock against your puffy cunt. You can't help but let out grateful moans, your body pushing into his for more friction.

"Bunny, fuck keep squeezing your thighs just like that," Regulus let out a heavy groan, his fingers looping under your hipbone as he fucks you back into him. You let out a cry from the sensitivity, clamping your thighs closed for him.

"Feels funny," you whimper, a building sensation of warmth spreading through your stomach. Regulus had to refrain himself from fucking you silly, his clipped nails digging into your warm flesh as he pulls you back to glide against his cock in a deeper pace. "Just let it out bunny, it'll feel good I promise,"

Your moans grow louder, mouth ajar as your eyes shut on impulse. Your clit is swollen with sensitivity, your back arching as you feel every vein from his cock. You have to force yourself to keep your thighs closed, body numb when a greater sensation fills you.

You fall limp from the pressure, hands squeezing weakly at the sheets as you let out a sniffle. Regulus moves his cock back down to your lower thighs, fucking them for his own release.

"So good bunny, you looked so pretty," Regulus praises, his fingers tracing your spine as he gives you a final tug. Your ass flush against his stomach as he comes all over his sheets below you.

"Does it still hurt bunny?" Regulus asked, pulling away with his used cock. He slipped on a pair of briefs, sighing at his sensitivity. You huff, face implanted in the pillow.

"No, daddy made me feel better," you tell him, leaning up with your leftover strength. You turn around, nuzzling yourself to lay against his chest. His hand comes to rub your back, kissing your forehead.

"It's not daddy anymore bunny, I'm Reggie," He corrects, casting a quick charm to clean up the mess left over. You shake your head, eyes shutting from exhaustion.

"No bunny, keep your eyes open for me," Regulus tells you while pulling you back slightly. You give him a longing expression of desperation, eyes drooping slightly.

"I wanna sleep daddy," you whine, head pushing back against his chest. Regulus pulls you back gently, his hand placed firmly against the back of your neck. "No bunny, I'm Reggie,"

"Water," you tell him, biting the inside of your lip as you start to fuzz out of your state. Regulus opens a water bottle, holding it to your lips as he tilts it. You pull back after a few long sips, water dripping down your chin. With a clearer mindset, you feel Regulus dab at your chin with a cloth.

"Thank you, Reggie," you mumble, head falling back against his chest. Regulus heart rams against his chest, thankful that you didn't stay in that state for too long.

"Just taking care of you, bunny. I'm always going to take care of you,"

[dr4cking]

Heyy. Can I request smutty enemies with benefits and one day draco and reader having Sex in the library..

Library.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut |

a/n : hii! love this idea. thank you for requesting! <3

it was the dare from her friends that got her in this situation, y/n was hiding under the invisible cloak walking slowly to the library making sure no one is around.

she take off the cloak putting it on the desk beside her, and begin searching for the book her friends asked her to get for them. she was working quietly trying her best to not get caught.

its their bed time already but she and her friends thought it was fun to do something in the night where everyone is already going to bed.

she smiles when she finally get the book and turn around to go back to her dorm but her body bumped into something hard, she gulped when she saw who it is.

"well, well, well, out past curfew now l/n?"

it was a prefect that bumped into her and to make it worse, its her enemies, draco lucius malfoy.

"oh- draco! dont mind me i was just about to go back to my dorm" she replied nervously trying to play it cool and bring her bubbly vibes so draco will let her pass.

she was about to run but she gets pushed to the bookshelf behind her. she let out a squeal, covering her mouth with her hand.

draco was trapping her with his hands, staring intently at her nervous face.

he really is intimidating, the tension making her sweat even if they are actually an enemies.. with benefits.

yes its funny how they were enemies but still cant get enough with the taste of each other.

"not so fast y/n, i think i have to tell about your bad behavior to our dearly professor umbridge. right?" draco smirking at her scared face.

"no no! please dont do it draco! i got a dare from my friends to come here and give them this, please dont turn me in." she begged desperately at him making his smirk get wider.

"and what makes you think i wouldnt turn you in, hm? i’m the prefect after all, the control is in my hand" he took the book from her hand and put it on the desk.

"because- uh- because i will do anything! i'll do anything for you to not turning me in"

he raised his eyebrows at her answer, his eyes looking around before turning back at her.

“here?” he asked, his face heated when she runs her fingers on his chest.

“yes mr. prefect”

y/n grabbed his face with her hand, getting confident, her lips attached to his jaw, moving up to his ear.

she licks and bite softly on his earlobe making draco shuddered, now looking at her with lust in his eyes.

"you said anything, hm? be careful with your words, darling.." he gives in running his fingers on her cheek caressing it softly.

"yes, draco, anything for you"

she slowly dropped to her knees still keeping their eye contact and she kisses the bulge that was starting to grow in his pants.

she unbuckled his belt and pulls his pants down still keeping the eye contact. he hissed when her hands pulling down his boxers making his erected cock slapped up to his stomach.

"you're gonna suck me off so i will not turn you in, hm? filthy slut" draco spat and his words enough to make her aroused down there.

"but i’m your slut, draco" she takes his cock in her hand, sucking his balls before wrapping his tip in her lips.

she pressed her tongue around his slit then taking all of him in her mouth making draco let out a throaty groan and head thrown back in pleasure.

his hand instantly found its way to her hair putting it to a ponytail as he bucked his hips into her mouth.

she keeps sucking him deeper until his tip touch the back of her throat causing her to gag on his cock. her tongue swirling around the underside.

he feels heavy inside her mouth, her hand pumping the rest of his cock that couldnt fit in her mouth with the same pace.

she forced his cock going deeper down her throat making her gagged all over again, both of them moaning at the feeling.

draco looks down to see y/n already looking at him innocently with her watery eyes, saliva dripping off to her chin and to the floor.

"mhmm.. you suck me so good y/n.. do you like having my huge cock fucking your little throat, hm?"

she answers him by fastening the pace, her nose touching his happy trail tickling it making him moan her name louder.

the sight of her under him driving his mind crazy as his high slowly approaching him.

she can feels draco was getting closer, his cock is twitching inside her mouth. she massages his balls playing with it and she moaned purposely on his cock sending vibrations to draco.

and seconds later he emptied his thick cum inside her mouth. her name and profanities repeatedly left his lips as he calming down from his high.

y/n was choked out it was so much that its spilled out but she still managed to swallow it all.

draco took her hands to help her standing up then pushing her roughly back to the shelf.

he kissed her lips hungrily, their tongues fighting over the dominance, he can even tasted himself.

after minutes of heavy makeout heavy panting, draco broke the kiss to catch some breath and his eyes look up at her for permissions.

"fuck me, draco."

with her answer he ripped open her shirt, the buttons popped off and rolled on the floor as her plump breasts sprang out.

his mouth instantly latching onto her nipple making y/n arched her back, his hand lifted her skirt up and rubbing her clit from her panties making her whimper.

draco plopped her now wet and red boobs out of his mouth. his fingers still rubbing her through her panties.’

"fuck- you’re already soaking wet just by sucking me off, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?" 

he wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her panties aside and without warning he slammed his cock into her pushing it in fully inside her.

both of them let out a loud moan of each other’s name as they finally connecting their bodies in one.

"yes.. shit- feels so good draco" she let out a pornographic moan as draco picked up his thrusts making her breasts bouncing up and down in front of him.

he caught her nipple in between his teeth causing her to scream out loud. he chuckles lowly and giving her ass a few hard smack making her cheeks goes red.

"you’re such a slut, letting me fucking you here so you wouldn’t get in trouble, hm? i bet you will let me abusing your pretty cunt whenever i want, right?"

y/n nodded at his question, her lips are trembling that she cant speak properly as the pleasure was becoming too much.

"right, slut?" draco slapped his sensitive clit and give it a little pinch making she yelped biting his shoulder.

his thrusts get deeper and faster each time, his cock sunk deeper inside her his tip brushing her cervix.

"yes! yes! i'll let you fuck me, destroying me whenever you wanted, draco.. fuck- please ‘m gonna cum" she clawed her nails on his back feeling his cock hitting her spot over and over again bringing her to her high.

"not yet, y/n. you will cum until i say so"

he set up a brutal pace forcing his cock in and out of her chasing his high too making it harder for her to hold her orgasm.

the books behind her fall out to the floor due to his rough thrusts.

"please- please draco i cant hold it anymore!" she whines loudly feeling the coil tightened.

"fuck- cum now, my little slut"

and with that y/n let her orgasm washed over her coating his cock, making a mess on his inner thighs. it was the best orgasm she ever had, her legs are shaking from the feeling.

with one final thrust draco spilled his cum inside her making both of them moaned loudly. ropes of his cum shooting inside her filling her up, some of it spilled out to the floor, making a mess.

they stayed in the position for a minute as they were still in cloud nine. heavy breaths and smell of sex filling the library.

as they’re back to reality, draco stares at y/n smiling at her before pressing their foreheads and kissing her lips passionately.

the sparks between them bursted filling the room as they kissed. god knows that they’re not really enemies.

he pulled out of her slowly and put her back down but before she could stand she falls down to the floor.

"damn.. that good, huh?" he laughs as he helped her standing up.

"well its worth to not get into trouble and get the draco malfoy instead"

y/n shots him a playful wink making his heart secretly beat faster and his face heated in embarassment.

"let’s go to my room and get you clean, i think you deserve a good treatment in my private bathroom."

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𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

a/n: hey everyone! hope you enjoy these college headcanons! part two can be found here! warning for nsfw in jean's, and mentions of alcohol/partying throughout!

jean kirstein

jean shows up to college thinking it’s gonna be high school part two, and quickly gets put in his place

his old antics (for both school and girls) won’t fly anymore, so he tries his hardest at both

i personally see jean as not the smartest, most gifted kid (in college!) but definitely one of the hardest workers

this man comes in pre-law and changes to sports management real quick

he definitely plays some kind of club sport, lacrosse or basketball or maybe even both and he is way too into it

like club lacrosse is his life.

he 100% has eyes for cheerleaders, because he loves idea of someone rooting for him, and if you are one, then it’s instantaneous

he notices you at one of his games, giving a shove to conny and asking if he knew who you were

which is met with “what do i look like, a phone book?”

he builds up the courage to ask you out eventually, to which of course you agree, and it’s pretty much a happy ending after that

makes for a lot of sweaty, post-match sex, with him still in his jersey and you in your uniform hiked up

reiner braun

frat bro reiner is a business major with a focus on finance

reiner is the guy who dedicates 100% of his time to school during the weekdays, and the weekends are for the bros

he’s the first in the library, last to leave lecture because he stayed behind to get clarifications, and pretty much aces everything

halloweekend, he decides to drag annie and bertholdt to a party, because they are in desperate need of letting loose

probably dressed up as something mildly douche-y that didn’t require a lot of thought: a foot ball player jersey with eye black improvised by annie

he is a heavy-weight if you’ve ever seen one, probably on his fifth cup of cheap beer and not even slightly buzzed

annie and bertholdt are sloshed, so he keeps one eye on them to make sure they’re alright

you, on the other hand, are serving as designated-driver for the night and sipping on soda

i think any kind of sweet, innocent costume (angel, fairy, woodland creature) would get his attention immediately

he goes over to you to try to make conversation, and finds himself stumbling over his words even though he just swore he wasn’t tipsy yet

but you find it cute, and given how you have seen him before around campus, studying all the damn time, you’re pleasantly surprised to find a sweet, interesting guy making conversation with you at a halloween party

eventually, your friends take off with their hook-ups, and reiner is left behind alone too after making sure everyone had a safe ride home

with no one left besides you two and his passed out friends, you offer him and his roommates a ride back to his dorm

after dropping annie off, you arrive at the dorm and help lug a blacked-out bertholdt to their room

you say goodnight and as you leave, feeling bold, you leave your number on the whiteboard hanging on their door

so that then turns into coffee-and-studying dates, and eventually a relationship before too long

armin arlert

i think we all know what armin is like in college: marine biology major and history minor

this is an effortless genius, so unlike reiner, he doesn’t have to spend all his time studying

i think armin would be the kind of guy who has school and life figured out, and he slowly realizes a healthy relationship is the one thing missing from his life

there’s honestly plenty of people who want to date him, if he had ever cared to return any of their gazes

i honestly see him being oblivious, so when a fellow classmate asks if he wants to study together, he goes “oh, sorry, i wasn’t really planning on studying, but maybe eren wants a study-buddy, i’ll let him know for you!” instead of realizing that was someone flirting

so it’s the same for you

you’re taking the marine sci class as a last resort, everything else was completely filled up, and you just had to get out of that physics class

but all this talk about oceans and sea-creatures is even worse, somehow. to put it short, you’re struggling, and armin is the kid who raises his hand at every question without so much as jotting down a note during lecture

you know mikasa through a friend-of-a-friend type situation, and ask her if armin would be willing to tutor you sometime

doesn’t matter that part of the reason you’re doing so poorly is because you’re staring at the back of his head most of class

armin and you get together to study on a saturday evening, and what began as a recap on the history of the ocean quickly turns into laughing, talking, and then “you wanna go grab something to eat?”

for someone so smart, he’s really dense

he thinks you’re being friendly and doesn’t want to assume you’re thinking this is a ‘date’ even though you’re internally screaming

it takes you leaning in for a kiss after he’s walked you back to your dorm for it to click

needless to say, he wasn’t quite so oblivious after that

eren yeager

eren was determined to get into the same college as armin and mikasa

my man is undecided, and then sociology after he’s forced to pick

not exactly a fuckboy, not exactly a stoner, just somewhere in between

procrastinates doing work and submits every thing a day late, even though he probably would have gotten full marks if it was on time

him and mikasa decide to take a marine bio class with armin, and he ends up falling asleep during lecture

i don’t see him going for a goody-two shoes type that wants to reform him, because he just wouldn’t want to deal with that

it’s not a toxic relationship, but pretty close to one

on again, off again ever since the two of you met in a dingy frat basement, absolutely hammered, and hooked up

this boy does not want to admit that he’s caught feelings, but eventually it comes to that because he is very much the jealous type

catches you engaging in polite conversation with reiner and he is seeing white in seconds

he realizes he has to make you his

marco bott

the most wholesome nursing major with a minor in english because he is a sucker for lit

i don’t think there is any shortage of girls who want to be with marco, just given how sweet and genuine he is

that being said, i feel like the few time he’s wanted to pursue a relationship with someone, they haven’t reciprocated/just saw him as a friend

which isn’t the easiest thing to deal with, but because he’s a mature angel, he doesn’t hold that against anyone

instead, he kind of succumbs to this false idea that people want to be his friend, and not his girlfriend, which he’s a little insecure about

that’s why i think you and marco would have idiot best friends to lovers, featuring everyone around you knowing how head over heels you both are except the two of you

you two meet in a particularly challenging class, and not recognizing anyone, you both turn to the friendliest face in the room to make study-buddies with

over a whole semester of late-night cramming (and talking), scribbling smiley faces on flashcards, and good luck texts before the exam, you realize how much you’re gonna miss constantly hanging out with marco

and on his end, he’s complaining to jean about how after the final, you two won’t have any reason to keep talking

“so ask her out then, you idiot”

“she probably doesn’t think of me like that…”

“are you blind?” jean says, with a roll of his eyes

after the class has ended and you’re both headed back home for winter break, you work up the nerve to text marco one last time

“let me know if you ever need help studying for another class :)”

you have no idea that he’s over the moon, and that finally brings an end to your friendship, and starts your relationship

bertholdt hoover

mister bertholdt is structural design and architecture major

there’s basically six of those total in your entire college, so he definitely gets a bit isolated/lonely sometimes

he basically came to college with reiner & annie, and figured he didn’t really need more friends than that

so when they’re busy, he’s just by himself

annie definitely makes fun of him for not spreading his wings and flying out of the metaphorical nest, but he’s comfortable with how it is

not a huge fan of the party scene, and prefers a quiet night of studying

i feel like you and him would be the last two studying in the library most nights, and sometimes walk out together after the librarian reminds you both the building is closing

so, when reiner and annie drag him to a party one weekend, he’s shocked to see you there too with outgoing friends of your own

he’s used to seeing you in the bright fluorescent lighting of the library, so this dim, hazy room after the shots have already gone to his head is hard to take in

you two eventually end up talking after your friends push you towards him

“funny seeing you here.” “i could say the same to you.”

he already has a crush (you do too, but he doesn’t want to accept that) so the alcohol inhibits his usual caution

a little bit of dancing, a lot of sitting on the pavement outside while looking at the moon, stars, and each other, topped off with a first-kiss starts your relationship

levi ackerman

teaching assistant levi is a staple of your college

almost infamous, really

you count your lucky blessings that he’s still a year or so away from graduating with his ph.d. in molecular biology and that he’s ta’ing this microbiology class

you’ve definitely heard all sorts of rumors, but you really don’t know what’s truth and fiction

he definitely hasn’t slept with a third of his students (right?) but the lingering way he looks at you isn’t helping quell your thoughts

technically speaking, teaching assistants and students are not allowed to date, interact, etc

until the semester in which you are their student is completed, at least

it doesn’t take long after that for you two to constantly run into each other

“how’re your new classes going? any hot ta’s?” he asks, sipping his tea from the bookstore cafe. you choke on your hot chocolate.

all this being said, you’re an upperclassmen about to graduate, possibly start a ph.d. or masters program yourself. i see him teaching upper-level courses exclusively.

it’s not long after that you admit your feelings to each other, since after all, there’s no time to waste

erwin smith

you’re a second year masters program in the history department. your specialization is military history, so of course professor smith is assigned as your thesis advisor.

i mean, he’s only written several textbooks on the subject

on first sight, you can’t believe he’s a professor. because certainly, this is a some cruel twist of fate. he’s closer to your age than some of his colleagues.

you both try to keep it strictly professional

at first least. this gets gradually harder and harder

there’s a certain chemistry there neither of you can deny.

having a mutual interest in the same subjects doesn’t help too much either. suddenly, you guys are spending hours pouring over topics for his next textbook and your thesis.

the conversation continues over chinese food in his office, long after the rest of the building has cleared out for their friday evenings

“well, i won’t keep you any longer. i’m sure you have much better plans on a friday night than talking military policy with me.”

“there is no where else i’d rather be.”

hope you all liked it! :)

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My Maribat Betrothal AU: Take Two

Okay so people like that post that is more of a train wreck produced by my sleep-deprived brain. I expanded on it and added some changes. Fair warning: Most of my ML and DC knowledge came from Maribat fics, a few episodes and the DCU movies like son of Batman. I have Mari's pov and background stuff written and it needs some editing. Anyways, enjoy <3

It is not a continuation but: @alysrose-starchild, @buginetye, @lookatthestars1, @blackroserelina, @macncheesemonster, @mochinek0

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(Part 2)

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PART 1

Damian groaned.

He was not having a good day.

First, Father decided to pair him with Todd, TODD of all people, for patrol.

Second, while doing a stake-out for the warehouse near the docks which might be used as storage for criminal activity and enduring Red Hood's annoying taunts, they both were knocked out by tranquilizers and his mother's face was the last thing he had remembered seeing.

"Don't worry, little one. You are just fulfilling your duties as heir to the Demon's Head. Then, all will be perfect." She had said, just before he fully lost consciousness.

Third, he woke up to being chained up with a major headache. Taking a bearing of his surroundings, the room he was imprisoned in had two exits, an iron door and a window that had the view of his childhood home. He was dressed in wedding ensembles of the League of Shadows. Red Hood was chained up next to him as well but unlike him, still had his suit and helmet on. Glancing to the other side, he saw a raven-haired girl, chained up and dressed in the black and gold robes of a bride. She had also retained consciousness and was staring at him.

Bluebell eyes met his piercing green.

His betrothal was petite with Asian features. She had freckles dotting her button nose and rosy cheeks.

She is fragile and will break easily, he thought. Why did his mother want him to marry such a weakling?

"Savez-vous où nous sommes? (Do you know where we are?)" Her voice was sweet and trembling with fear. Her eyes were wide and seemed filled with innocence yet carrying great sadness. She was an Angel, an ordinary girl, not fit for this harsh and unforgiving world she was forcefully going to get married to.

She opened her mouth to ask another question and suddenly, she went limp, appearing to be unconscious. Damian furrowed his brows in confusion. Why did she-

A moment later, he heard footsteps approaching and the iron door opened to reveal his mother.

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Jason woke up to the sight of the Bitch Talia and Demon Spawn, face to face, glaring at each other.

Talia broke the tense silence.

"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."

"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"

Married? The Demon Spawn is getting married?!

Jason saw through his helmeted vision, a girl about Damian's age, chained up like them but not yet awake. He raised his hand and saw the shackles around his wrists. The chains were connected to the wall. He experimentally yanked the chains, drawing Talia’s attention.

“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”

“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Jason said vehemently.

"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."

Talia stood up and grabbed Ladybug’s(?) hair and yanked so that her eyes met the girl's. The girl, who unfortunately was going to be the Demon Spawn's bride, lets out a cry and starts to tear up. Jason felt anger at how she was being treated, seeing the girl as a little sister already.

"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Demon Spawn growled out. The girl starts babbling in French. From the little French Jason knows, she was begging for mercy.

“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.” Damian spat out.

"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection." Talia countered, letting go of the girl.

Miraculous? Guardian? What the hell?

"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."

The mother and son begin to bicker. Damian refusing to marry and Talia trying to change his mind.

“Yes, both have to be willing to be married but the curse placed on both of you will ensure that you will agree.”

The dark haired girl had stopped crying and started whispering in a strange language when the fight started, fiddling with the silver ring she wore. Jason saw a terrifying smile crossed the face of the girl across him that chilled him to the bones. Later, a black blur came out of her robes and went through the door. He wondered if he imagined that before he was a determined glint in her eyes.

He blinked.

Talia was choking on the chains that were previously chained to the wall and were now around her neck. Fortunately for them, Talia had closed the door after her entrance and the guards most likely to be stationed outside didn’t storm into the cell. The girl whispered something in Talia's ear, making the woman's eyes widen with what could be fear.

The experienced assassin struggled to get free and gain an upper hand on the girl but was unsuccessful, passing out from the lack of oxygen and strangely strong grip of the small girl.

What happened next was surprising. She breathed hard on her shackles which instantly disintegrated into flakes of rust.

Holy Shit! Demon Spawn's girl is magic. Jason knows his mouth was hanging open under his helmet at that realization. Damian seems to be in the same state.

Talia didn't have the keys to the locks. Being crafty like that. Bitch

"Call me Lady." she said in lightly accented English as she summoned black orbs at the tip of her hands. “Stay still.”

She then proceeds to place her hands on Jason’s shackles, turning them into nothing more than specks.

"I am Red Hood." said Jason, rubbing his wrists.

"The little shit here," as he kicked Damian's leg, " is-"

"Damian Al Ghul" she said the last name with venom. She moved on to Damian's bonds. "Son of that bitch over there, grandson of Ra's, demon heir, blah blah blah. Hold still, mon mignon. I am sure you don't want to lose a hand."

Damian stopped moving at that, due to the pet name or fear Jason couldn’t tell but by the red at the tips of his ear, it could be the former. And she used her powers to free him.

Lady somehow managed to use what remained of the chains to hog tie Talia up.

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“How do we get out?” Damian asked, inspecting the blade that he flinched from his mother.

“Hey, kit.” A nasally voice called out. “I checked out the place we are in. Like you asked. The way to the Throne room is heavily guarded and they seem to think old Ra’s the target. The Pits are guarded too but they are nothing you can’t handle.”

“What is that?” Jason shrieked.

“Thanks, Plagg, you will get that camembert danish when we get back. This is a kwami, a god of sorts and his thing is destruction so I wouldn’t insult him if I were you. He likes to go by Plagg”, answered Lady, which doesn’t clear up Jason’s confusion.

“So, Pigtails, what’s the plan?” The floating, black cat-shaped god(?) asked.

“I was thinking of destroying the Pits to give Al Ghul a middle finger and call Maman to use the Horse to get home.”

“We need Tikki to get rid of it..”

“I will just tell Maman to bring the earrings.”

Damian snorted, “That sounds like a foolish plan. You are insane and not strong enough to take on the League alone, despite having a ‘god’ of destruction at your side. This Tikki or magic earrings will destroy the Pits, many have tried. And sorry to disappoint but no horse can make it up the mountainside of Nanda Parbat.”

“Have to agree with Demon Spawn here and I rarely do that. Your plan sounds insane, Pixie. You are just one girl. Let us help, we know the League better than you. We can come up with a better one.” Jason was worried for the girl, she was crazy if she thought her plan would work.

Lady smirked, “It is a perfectly sound plan. I know what I am talking about. Despite the weak girl act, I am no Damsel in distress. After this is all over, we will split our ways and hopefully, never see each other again.”

“We can’t separate. My mother said there is a curse that will ‘make us fall in love.’” Damian said, using air quotes. “You need to come with us so we can get someone to break it.”

“Fine. But I need to do something before I am coming with you. Plagg, Claws out.”

Bright green light flashed around her and she was now dressed in a black bodysuit with green linings. It was armoured at the chest, knees and elbows. (Add whatever details you want, I can’t do it. Jacket, designs, use your imagination) Her gloves were claws-like, reminding them of Selina and there was a belt carrying some vials, pouches and throwing stars. Her hair was now longer and braided and seemed to move on its own. Cat ears were attached to her head. Her eyes were changed so the sclera were the same shade of blue as her iries and the pupils were slitted like a cat. A black domino mask framed her face. Two ten-inch daggers appeared out of thin air in her hands.

The transformed Lady did the inhuman feat of kicking the door open. The assassins stationed outside were immediately knocked out by Lady.

“Well, are you coming or not?” She called out, before running down the corridor. Jason patted his shocked brother’s shoulder, “You doing okay there, demon spawn?”

“Tch, Let’s go, Todd.” Damian replied, trying to get rid of that funny feeling in his chest.