#but clearly patience is key

[ghostlyfoliage]

Several of my plants are starting to bloom, but my Strawberry Begonia may be the one I'm the most excited about (right now). I've been watching this weird little stock push out. I've seen very few photos of the blooms and they're very small, but unusual.

Also pushing out flower stocks is my Dieffenbachia, Maranta, African Violet, several of my Haworthias, and my Silver Squill. It's definitely spring!

Also, my Colocasia is finally making an appearance. I've been waiting for them to sprout for two months! I decided to pull the top dressing off and expose the top of the tubers to encourage them more. While I was in there I noticed that all the baby bulbs (saved from the one I over-watered to death) are very much alive and have swelling buds too!

I also felt that one of the large bulbs was soft and totally freaked out that somehow it was dead on arrival and just rotted. I forgot that the bulbs do have a significant layer of dry material that protect them... so I dug in and lifted the bulb. It's sprouting from the bottom, roots and nodes. Apparently I planted it upside down. OOPS! But because it's also rooting from the bottom (with healthy roots) and underneath the dried sheath that has softened it still feels solid through the center... I apologized to it, placed I back, and wished it hopefully a healthy life. 😅

[katya-goncharov]

one silver lining about wayward sisters not getting picked up is that i can just headcanon alex and patience as aroace or whatever i feel like, and there's not really anything to contradict it

[vigilaent]

middle child culture is gar being the only titan that pretty much all the other titans get along with even and especially when they don’t get along with each other

[gaysimpsstuff]

Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

[haechanluvr]

tired

summary: reader wants answers, and when she gets them, they aren’t what she expected. she’s growing sick of this situation she’s in with hawk, and when she begins to pull away, hawk isn’t ready for her to distance herself.

warnings: toxic hawk, swearing, characters aged up to 21.

taglist: @vntgkenz

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“come one y/n. don’t start with this shit again.” hawk said with a sigh as he sat at the edge of my bed, putting his socks on, clearly annoyed with the conversation that i was trying to have with him. 

he always did this. we’d go weeks with being okay, he’d treat me like his girlfriend, he would stay at my house, we would sleep together, everything between us would be going good, and then boom, i ask a simple question, ‘can we talk about us?’ and he blows up on me. it’s like the mention of me wanting to know where we stand, or where this thing between us is going is so hard to discuss, he acts like it’s the end of the world if i bring up the question, and he immediately avoids it all together or it turns into a huge fight. 

“this has been going on for about a year, whatever this thing between us is, and all i want is an answer. all im asking for is some kind of explanation as to what direction we’re headed in and you immediately become annoyed with me. i just want to i know if i’m wasting my time or not hawk.” i explain calmly, as i hug my legs to my chest, with my back against the headboard. he stands up quickly, and grabs his belongings. “i don’t have fucking time for this, you know what we are, so i don’t know why you always want to pick a fucking fight” he begins to yell at me, and shoves his phone into his pocket, grabbing his car keys off of my nightstand. 

“if i knew where this was standing, or had a clue as to what this relationship is, i wouldn’t be asking hawk. i don’t understand why you’re constantly getting so angry with me.” i spoke a little louder, as my patience with him begins to fade. 

“you want to know what this is, fine, we fuck. that’s it. is that what you want to fucking hear? now leave me the fuck alone y/n, now that you know what we are, stop bringing it up.” tears in my eyes started to form, and my lip was quivering in anger. i know i asked for this, but no way in hell did i think he would say i was just someone he fucked. we acted like a couple, we did couple shit and i just wanted to know if i was wasting my time on a relationship that was leading no where. i got my answer now, and i was pissed to say the least.

“what? you asked, and now you’re going to cry? i can’t deal with you and your goddamn moods any more. i’ve gotta meet miguel at the bar in 30 minutes, are we done here, or do you want to continue pissing me the fuck off? huh? you going to ruin my mood for the rest of the fucking night?” i let out a breath i didn’t realize that i was holding and i shook my head no. 

“nah, you’re good. thanks for coming over, go ahead and let yourself out. you know where the front door is. don’t forget to lock my door on your way out.” I spoke calmly, and standing up to take a shower. he looked at me, a little shocked by my reaction, but i couldn’t care less. now that i know what he has us labeled as, i’m done. i don’t want to be in this situation-ship, and this is exhausting. i’m fed up with this never ending cycle. 

as i’m rinsing the shampoo from my hair, i hear the apartment door slam. i continue on with my business, and when i’m done, i get out of the shower to see tory is facetiming me. i set the phone up on my vanity, and begin to apply my moisturizer on my face as i answer the call. 

“hey y/n, what are you doing right now?” tory asked with a smile on her face. she had a full face of makeup on, and her hair was half done. “nothing, just got out of the shower, what’s up?” i asked as i grabbed my lip balm and started applying it to my lips. “would you maybe wanna go out tonight? robby and his friend shawn want to get dinner, but i don’t want to be the only girl.” she said as she pouted her bottom lip out, and ran a wide toothed comb through her curls. 

“sure.” i said with a slight laugh. “where we getting food at? so i know if i have to get all ready, or if i can just throw something together really quickly.” I asked, as i brushed my hair out, and started adding product so i can blow dry it, seeing as i now have plans at 10 o’clock at night.

“some sports bar i think. robby’s been wanting to go because he heard they have really good food, and shawn got off from work early tonight, so now we’re trying to leave within the next hour or so, so they don’t switch over to the late night menu.” tory told me, and she now lifted her phone and was, as i assumed, looking through her closet.

i nodded my head a bit, and decided to throw my hair in a claw clip, leaving some front pieces out. i stayed on the phone with tory while she was getting dressed, and i added some light makeup, nothing to extravagant since i was on a time crunch, and picked out a simple outfit. “okay, robby just texted me and said they’re already at the place, they got us a table. i’m heading to your apartment now, i’ll be there in 2 minutes.” she told me as she rushed in her car, throwing her purse in and waving a quick hand before hanging up the call.

grabbing all of my things, keys, purse, wallet, making sure every thing was in my wallet, and throwing on some converse, i ran out the door, locking up and rushing outside to meet tory. i made it outside just as she was pulling up.

“hey so rob texted, said that they ran into miguel and hawk, so i guess they’re joining us.” she said as i buckled my seatbelt. i let out a groan and rolled my eyes a bit. “just my luck.” tory laughed at me a bit, and switched the gear. “what? trouble in paradise babes?” she teased and i shot her a playful glare.

“hawk was over a bit before you called. i asked the question again, and he blew up on me. it wasn’t even an argument, more so him just yelling at me, but he told me we just fuck, that’s all we do, that’s what we are. so i got hurt, because he treats me like a girlfriend, fucking scares off any guy that tries to talk to me, he went with me to my moms birthday dinner for christ sakes, told my relatives that he see’s me in his life forever, but turns around and says that.” i explained, and i was getting mad all over again. i took a second to calm down, and proceeded to talk to tory.

“i’m just done, you know? i told him to let himself out, and i just don’t want to be in this situation with him anymore. it’s exhausting. the sex is great, like tory it’s really great, but i’m not dealing with this anymore. i’m just tired.” i was playing with a loose thread on my top, and tory was nodding her head. “what a dick. i don’t care how good he is in bed, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. i don’t know what his problem is, but he has feelings for you. i don’t get why he’s being a dick.” i shrugged my shoulders, as i saw her eyebrows furrowed in anger. i lightly laughed at her facial expression as we pulled into the parking lot. “can we just drop it? we can talk about it again tonight or something, but right now i don’t want to walk in there angry and upset when little robby is so excited for this place.” she laughed at my nickname for robby, and nodded her head in agreement.

as we walked in, we immediately spotted the guys, they were sat at the high top tables, looking like it was 2 of them pushed together, and they had some drinks already. as tory and i walked up, she took a seat next to miguel, and i sat next to shawn seeing as the only other available chair was right next to hawk and i definitely wasn’t going to sit there. i felt his gaze on me as i walked past him and hugged robby from behind before taking my seat.

“hey little rob.” i squeezed him a bit and he laughed. “hey y/n, haven’t seen you in so long, im glad tory asked you to come.” i let go of him, and scooted towards shawn trying to do the same thing to him, but he turned in his seat and hugged me properly. “hey beautiful, how you been?” he told me, and i melted a bit more into the hug. not realizing i just really needed one. we let go, and i took my seat. “i’ve been good, you know i started that herbal class that i was telling you about, it’s so much fun. how are you doing? OH how’s kenny?” i told shawn excitedly. he and i had met plenty of times when hanging out with robby and tory. we text frequently, and sometimes we even hang out just us.

as we continued talking, i felt eyes on me, and i turned my head a bit to see that it was not only hawk looking at me this time, but miguel too. i gave both of them a small smile, and averted my attention back to my conversation with shawn, soon everyone joined in and it just became a group convo.

“no no no y/n was so fucking loud it was hilarious. you have to go to concerts with her, especially if it’s one of her top favorite artists, she goes insane.” tory exclaimed and i laughed, as shawn turned his attention to me and smiled a bit. “i can’t imagine you getting crazy and wild like that.” he told me with a slight chuckle. i then laughed and shook my head. “tory and i went to a 3 day festival this summer. jack harlow was there, along with a ton of frat guys in the crowd.” tory laughed as i was talking mid sentence, and now all of the guys were looking at us. “tory, shut up. anyways, during jack harlow’s set time, this group of guys had came to hang out with tory and i. they said they attended ucla, so we were all having a good time and this specific song by jack started playing.” i said, a hint of embarrassment starting to creep up on me. “oh my god, this bitch screamed so loud when she heard the beat. she was mid conversation with one of the guys, and immediately cut it off when she heard jack harlow say ‘ladies, i wanna see some ass’ and started fucking screaming and then shaking ass.” tory said again laughing so hard and i felt my cheeks heat up. “STOP IT, because if that fine ass man is going to have a song about ass and god gave me a fat one, im gonna lose my shit.” i said between laughs, as the table continued to joke around.

a couple of hours had passed, we all finished eating a while ago, and we were now just drinking. i was slowly sipping on a pomegranate lemon drop, wanting to limit myself as i didn’t want to be completely hungover tomorrow morning. shawn now had his arm around my shoulders, and i had my head rested a bit on his shoulder as he was showing me something on his phone. the night was going great, other than the constant stare i could feel every so often coming from hawk.

i felt my phone buzz, and i grabbed it out of my pocket to see that the time was now 1am. the notification was a text from a friend from class, he was asking if i could give him a call really quickly pertaining to our class last week that he missed. “i’ll be right back, i’ve gotta make a call.” i said to shawn, so someone would know where i’m going. i clicked his contact and waited for him to answer as i stood from my seat, walking outside. as i made my way outside, i was speaking with my classmate for maybe all of 2 minutes, when i heard someone walk outside as well. i turned my head and saw it was hawk coming outside. i signaled for him to give me one minute, as i finished up my phone call. i hung up the phone and looked at him.

“did you need something?” i asked. he walked up to me, and stood really closely. my breath hitched in my throat, and i internally cursed myself for still being so nervous around him. “i wanted to talk to you.” he said in a low voice, and i swear my knees could’ve buckled right then, but i was still upset with him. “then talk.” i told him with no emotion.

“i don’t like this. i don’t like you being mad at me. when you told me to let myself out, without walking me to the door like you usually do, without that loving kiss that i always get, and you telling me to drive safe. then you didn’t text, and i see you come in here, looking beautiful like always, and it’s fucking shawn telling you that you’re beautiful. do you know what that fucking does to me? no one should be complimenting you, they shouldn’t be fucking holding you and making you smile like you were in there. that’s my fucking job, you’re mine. you got it?” he said, and stared deep into my eyes. his face scrunching in anger.

“you don’t get to do that hawk. you made it very fucking clear that we just fuck, so i’m putting an end to it. if that’s all we do, i’m done caring. i’m not going to treat you like a boyfriend, how you like to. i’m not yours, in the slightest. you’re delusional if you think that’s how this works. you want to have those things, you want to be exclusive, fucking take me on a god damn date for once. give me back the same energy, make us exclusive. don’t expect to have me the way you want without you having to put in the same effort. i’m tired of being is this ugly cycle of you treating us like a couple whenever it’s convenient for you, or whenever you feel like it.” i said sternly, when i wanted to scream at him. i’m tired of his games, and i’m tired of him not figuring his shit out.

the look on his face faltered and he took a step back. i took that as my cue to leave, so i did. i walked past him and headed back into the bar. i decided to call it a night, and said goodbye to everyone. “you want me to drive you home? i don’t mind at all y/n.” tory stated as she tried standing up. “it’s okay tor, i ordered an uber, I’m just going to head home and go to bed.”

i bid everyone goodbye, and gave everyone a hug. as i was hugging shawn, hawk walked in and sat in his seat. i saw him throw a glare shawn’s way, and i’m just glad shawn didn’t notice it. “i’m gonna head out, i was just telling everyone bye.” i said lowly as i walked up to hawk. the look on his face shifted and he stood up. he brought me into a hug and whispered in my ear. “you think i could go home with you? i want to show you i’m done playing. you’re my girl, you always have been. i’m tired of these games too, im ready to show you how much you really mean to me.” we shortly parted from the hug, and i bit my lip staring up into his eyes and nodding my head at him.

“hey, i’ll see y’all later, im going home with my girl.” he said as he did his handshake with miguel, and went around the table telling the other 3 bye. i stood to the side and tory shot me a look. i shot her one back letting her know i’d call her tomorrow, and she nodded. he grabbed my hand and we walked outside together. “you sure you’re ready for this?” i asked him, and he nodded. he leaned down a bit and kissed me. i felt his hand go to the back of my neck, deepening the kiss and sliding tongue into my mouth, as i placed both of my hands on his chest, gently pulling away.

“come on y/n, im trying to prove to you, you mean everything to me. i don’t want you being exhausted by whatever i was doing. i don’t want to lose you, and i know i want to be with you. you’re mine baby.” he said and pecked me on the lips.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

[sugardustedcherry]

𝑅𝐸𝒞𝐼𝒫𝑅𝒪𝒞𝐼𝒯𝒴;

pairing: frank castle x black!reader

rating: M.

warnings: smut, slight degradation, public sex, oral (m receiving), some light other stuff, minors dni

word count: 2.9k, excuse any mistakes bc idc!!

summary: after a bad day, frank does his best to cheer you up. in return, you give him some lovin.

frank hears the jingle of your keys before you come in. you stand at the door for a couple of seconds, which gives him pause enough that he lowers the television before you enter, overwhelmed with bags. he takes them from you and you thank him with a sweet smile, but he can see your fatigue quite clearly. the low slump of your shoulders, the tension in your spine and your strained steps jump out at him, begging him to take care of you.

he frowns, disliking seeing you this downtrodden. you’re oblivious to it, running to the sink and rolling your sleeves up to wash your hands. when he sets all the bags down, you immediately descend on them, sorting through each one. the speed you’re moving at reminds him of a little hummingbird, fluttering around your kitchen in a flurry of limbs. you’re ignoring all the signals your body is sending you to sit and relax. if this is how you’ve been going on all day, you’ll collapse sooner rather than later.

you’re elbow deep in a reusable grocery brag, mumbling some ridiculous apology for dinner being a little late when he comes up behind you. you give him another smile that makes your eyes brighten, but they’re far too red for his liking. he sets his hands on top of yours to stop them. he buries his face in your neck and relishes in the sound of your breathless giggle. clearing his throat, he guides your hands away from the counter. “why don’t you let me put these away, while you shower and get ready?” he murmurs into your skin.

you laugh, an adorable, confused expression on your face when you turn to him. “get ready for what?”

he brings a hand to your face, knuckles grazing your cheekbone. when you close your eyes and lean into the touch, letting out a heavy sigh, he knows he’s made the right choice. “we’re gonna go out to eat.” he brings your hand to his lips and places a kiss on your finger. “you’re exhausted, sweetheart.”

you flush, embarrassed that he’s noticed. it’s cute that you think there’s anything you could hide from him. “i-i guess i am. it’s been a long day. we could order in, i know how you feel about restaurants.”

he bites back a sigh. you’re always putting what you want last. it’s endearing, but he’s got no patience for it now. “just worry about getting dressed, okay?” he sends you off with a swat to the ass, laughing at your yelp and the glare you send his way.

*

you were having a bad day.

you woke up to frank shaking you awake after your second alarm, shaving twenty minutes off the time you had to get ready. you missed your usual train and had to wait for the one that consistently had a fucking problem. today’s issue cost you half an hour, followed by a forty-five-minute ride in a packed car. you couldn’t catch up on your sleep without someone jostling you or coughing and sneezing or playing music without headphones. in short, you went through hell.

you’re only ten minutes late, but you might as well have not shown up, according to your supervisor’s passive aggressive comments. it takes everything in you not to tell him to fuck off in front of all your coworkers. you barely manage to hold your tongue. you’re so relieved to have avoided any more mishaps that you convince yourself to stop by the store for dinner ideas.

it’s minutes before you enter your building that the straps of one of your bags breaks, forcing you to scramble to catch everything. picking cans off the street had been the nail in the coffin of your shitty, awful day. the moments you stood before your door were seconds you used to compose yourself before you broke into tears. for frank to offer to go out, he must’ve known the instant you walked in. the gesture warms your heart.

you’re all done up in return, skin lathered in cocoa butter scented baby oil and frank’s favorite perfume. your makeup is simple, which he always seems to appreciate, and your hair pristine, framing your face in neat curls. you’ve got a beautiful cabo dress on. the silk hugs your body, accentuating the figure that frank can’t get enough of. the champagne color gleams in contrast to your deep, rich brown skin. a set of pearls sit high on your neck, with a complementary set of earrings. you’re all glitter and gold.

in other words, you look fucking sexy.

frank’s long whistle confirms this. he stands in the doorway and the way his dark eyes bore into you make you sheepish. you do a little turn and his murmured “goddamn” is all the confidence boost you’ll ever need. before you can say a word, he’s putting his big, warm hands on you. he begins at your knees, barely covered by the dress, sliding his hands along the material. they glide over your thighs and hips, up your stomach and waist and your chest, all while he stares into your wide eyes. “lookin’ good enough to eat, darling.” his tone tells you he means it.

you shudder. “thank you, but don’t get any ideas. get me my meal and then you’ll get yours.”

frank laughs, then licks his lips. “i’ll hold you to that.”

*

you’re having a wonderful time. you’re not sure where he found the restaurant, a small in the wall building that’s beautiful inside. it’s covered wall to wall in string lights and it bathes frank in its gorgeous hue.

your eyes practically fall out of your head when you see the prices on the menu. you clear your throat and start to mention that maybe this place was a bit too much. he listens to you babble for about three seconds before he stops you. “relax. turn off that brain of yours and enjoy yourself,” he squeezes your thigh once. “no baggage, no bullshit.”

he waits for confirmation and you chew your lip for a second before nodding. “say it,” he orders.

“no baggage or bullshit,” you agree.

the smile he gives you makes it easy to give up. if letting him do this will make you both happy, there’s little reason not to let him spoil you. besides, you don’t know much about his finances, but this isn’t enough to bankrupt him. so you relax, turn your brain off and enjoy yourself.

you spend most of the time watching frank while he talks. he looks amazing. it might be the only color he wears, but damn if black doesn’t do him justice. his button up is just shy of too tight and you can see the way the muscles in his arms strain against the fabric. you’ve been in those arms, they look as great as they feel. he’s traded his usual cargo pants for black slacks and he can’t escape the way his thick thighs fill out the fabric. it makes your mouth water, the image of him smiling at you under all these lights, looking like god sculpted him personally.

the food is delicious. you end up tipsy on a bottle of wine with a name you can’t pronounce and two desserts under your belt. you feel sublime, light and airy and giddy. you can’t dredge up an ounce of worry, content to lean into the arm frank has wrapped around you as the two of you walk home. you have him to thank for this peace of mind, the deep contentment that’s settled in your chest. you can’t resist pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek and when he leans into it, your appreciation grows. he’s so sweet on you it makes you light headed, this mountain of a man being so careful with you. with all that’s happened to him and what he’s done, you don’t take his feelings for you lightly. your frank is a sweetheart, a gentle giant who practically worships the ground you walk on. he’d never do anything to hurt you, taking you out when you’re upset instead.

it’s like today never happened. you’ve never felt so thoroughly comforted or appreciated. it took one look for him to know what you needed. it feels like he deserves a little care of his own, a devious part of you whispers.

of course, you give into it. you give him another kiss, on the mouth this time. it’s filthy, your tongue sliding into his mouth without a care for who might see you. all you think about is getting closer to him, making him feel good and giving him a taste of the peace of mind he’s gifted you. when you start sliding your hands down his body, fumbling for the opening of his pants, he finally stops you. “c’mon,” you murmur against his lips. “just wanna feel it.”

“christ,” frank says, pulling your hands off him. “let’s go, we’re almost home.”

you stop, lips twisting into a displeased pout. “why not now?”

he raises an eyebrow, pinning you with a searching glance. when he sees you’re serious, not just trying to drunkenly hook up with him, he looks at you in disbelief and huffs. “really, you have to ask?”

you shrug, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him. “don’t tell me you’re scared.”

he doesn’t take the bait and starts to pull you towards home. you dig your heels into the ground and he swears, stopping dead to stare at you. “seriously?” he asks.

you bite your lip, gazing at him imploringly and he shakes his head before chuckling. he simply tilts his head in agreement and you giggle, pulling him towards the alley between your building and another. your hands unbutton his pants, and you cup him in your hand, happy to find him warm and half hard. “fuck frank, i can’t tell you how much i love your dick.”

he grabs you, large hand dwarfing yours. his grin is mean and it makes your stomach twist in anticipation. “is that right? i guess that’s why you’re pawing at me like a desperate whore?”

you flush. the alley is dark and there’s barely anyone out this late, but someone could easily see you two. the wall you bullied frank into leaning against is visible from the street. if anyone got close enough, they’d see quite the performance. the risk and his words do little besides ignite the fire simmering in your belly. his eyes go a little wide when you nod. “i'm your whore 'cuz you've got the prettiest dick i’ve ever seen. when it’s inside me, fuck, i feel like you’re gonna split me in two. i love everything about it, so i’d like to suck it. now.”

frank curses and you bite back a smug smile. he likes to pretend it doesn’t get to him, but he always fucks you harder when you’re singing his praises. he enjoys pleasing you, not just during sex. he’s eager to help and wants to see you happy, often by making things easier for you. just like tonight. you want to do the same and if it’s a little slutty, you doubt he’s truly complaining. he might need a little more convincing, but you’re more than willing. “i wanna feel you, taste you, and make you cum. please.”

you smile when you feel him throb in your hand. he doesn’t say anything else, so you start to drop to your knees. he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “wait,” he orders, sliding out of his jacket and dropping it on the floor.

“aw, you’re such a gentleman frank,” you tease, kneeling onto it.

he slides his big hands in your hair carefully, each one framing your cheeks, before tightening his grip. “don’t try to be smart when you’re begging me to suck my cock,” he growls, tilting your face so that you’re staring up at him.

your mouth waters as you nod slowly and he gives you that sexy, cocky smile. “atta girl. open up.”

obediently, you open your mouth. because he’s an asshole, he holds you that way while he drags himself out of his pants. the thought that you might be more than dickmatized crosses your mind while you patiently wait. then it’s gone because his cock is out. it rests heavily in his palm, his fingers sliding over thick veins you can’t wait to slide your tongue over. you let your tongue fall out and slide over the tip.

frank groans. “greedy,” he says with a laugh, pushing slowly past your lips. “come here, pretty.”

your shoulders sag with relief and you slide your lips over his cock, tongue curling to gather the precum dribbling from the tip. his cock is heavy and hot in your mouth, a heady sensation that makes it hard to breathe with how he fills you. you let him move your head back and forth at his pace, spit coating his cock with every slow thrust into your mouth. you cup his hands, blinking up at him pointedly. he grins. “too slow? you get all drooly and dumb on my cock, but you wanna take the reins?”

you hum, inching your fingers under your dress and sliding them over your sticky panties, shuddering at the pressure on your clit. frank watches, eyes tracking every movement. he tuts with false sympathy. “you're so worked up already, sweetheart? you poor thing, maybe i’ll let you hump my boot.”

he says the words fondly, sliding his hands out of your hair. it spurs you on, fingers sliding clumsily over your panties while he encourages you. “go ahead, sweetness.”

your swirl your tongue along the ridges of his cock with devotion. his rough “oh fuck,” goes straight to your pussy. it’s hard to take your eyes off him like this, head thrown back and chest and stomach heaving with gasping breaths. you breathe through your nose to stop yourself from gagging as you slide further down his cock, working your tongue around it, mouth warm and messy as drool dribbles down your chin. you nearly jump out of your skin when frank nudges his shoe between your legs. “you ain’t too good for it. not when you’re sucking me like this, huh angel?”

he pushes his foot against your clit and your hips jerk towards the stimulation, hips grinding against hard leather. “that’s my girl, go ahead.”

you roll your hips in sync with your mouth. your body sings with the sensations running through you. each graze of your clit against his shoe and the weight of his cock in your mouth makes your head rush. underneath you, frank’s thighs tremble. his grunts and low moans echo off the walls of the alley and the walls of your mind. he brushes your hair back with a shaky hand to look into your teary eyes. being on the receiving end of his gaze while in this position makes your body feel as if it’s going up in flames. you’ve soaked through your underwear, thighs coated in wetness from how turned on you are, eyes probably wide and desperate as you hump frank’s shoe like a desperate animal. “fuck, sweetheart,” he groans. “you were starvin’, huh? couldn’t even wait ‘til we got to the house to swallow me down?”

he chuckles when you moan, eyes fluttering shut with a whispered curse. he’s close and you’re getting there, each tiny shock to your spine building into a creeping orgasm. you pump your tongue once, twice along his length, pulling off and placing a sinful kiss to the head before swallowing him to the root. your lips rest triumphantly against his pelvis and you blink up at him expectantly, tongue stroking his cock rhythmically. frank grunts, his entire body tensing and shaking as he cums, pulsing as he fills your mouth and throat.

you try your best to swallow it all, but it pours out the sides of your mouth. you look wrecked, tears, cum, and mascara on your cheeks. you suckle and kiss at his softening cock, milking him for all he’s worth and slowing your hips. your mind is pleasantly hazy despite not cumming and you’re content to mouth leisurely at his cock, pushing him to over stimulation if the soft grunt he lets out before pulling away is any indication.

he tucks himself back into his pants and wastes no time pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. he grips the back of your neck, tongue swallowing yours. he slips remnants of cum into your mouth and then licks it out. you moan, pressing your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure on your pulsing clit. you gasp when his hand pulls them apart, large fingers gliding through the soppy mess of your panties. “look at you, baby. you gonna cum?”

you whimper, shaking your head. “no? feels like you could.” his fingers slide over your clit and you shake, grabbing his arm. you absolutely could, barely hanging on by a thread. his light touches to your pussy send you into a frenzy. your breaths deepen and you squeeze your eyes closed. the tug in your gut grows stronger with each stroke of his fingertips and you feel the rush of endorphins flowing back to your brain with your orgasm. the rope is about to snap and your chest heaves in anticipation when he just stops. your orgasm crumbles and you whine into the kiss he gives you.

in one smooth motion, he gathers you in his arms and throws you over his shoulder. you scramble to cover yourself, loud protests silenced by the sound of frank open palm smacking your ass hard enough to sting. your pussy throbs in response. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i promise to treat my pussy real good.”

it’s a promise he keeps. after all, your relationship is all about reciprocity.

[taeyamayang]

SENDING YOU HINTS THAT THEY LIKE YOU

↝ ship: hq character x gen!reader

↝ characters: Tsukishima Kei | Miya Atsumu | Kageyama Tobio | Kozume Kenma

↝ genre: mutual pining

tsukishima kei

obvious, too obvious

but he isn't aware of it

he's giving you way more attention compared to anyone else

like this dude doesn't give a shit about anything but when you enter the room his whole focus shifts to you

but he isn't sweet

he won't help you with studies or sit next to you during breaks

instead he'd ask you for favorsㅡa shit ton of useless favors

like, "can you push your desk a bit further away from me?"

and so you do, you push your desk an inch away from him

but he'd pester you more by saying "not that much, maybe a few centimeters only."

you can't help but roll your eyes at him

narrowing your vision as you scoot closer next to him

and he had the nerve to put a smirk on his face, satisfied with what he did, and say,

"good."

or everytime he ask you, "can you get me a copy of the paper being distributed in class?"

i mean, why you? when he clearly can do it himself

for sure his long arms and atheletic figure can even carry the whole class' hardbound copies

some days are bareable but some days are a bit too much

which is most of the time ngl

so you end up snapping at him

complaining how his 'favors' feels like an 'abuse of kindness'

but he'd chuckle at your face with his head tilted back and his arms holding his stomach

like you're a comedian who dropped a punch line

and when he recovers from laughing

he begins to pull the corners of his lips into a charming smile with his eyes turning into a thin line as his cheeks pushes eyelids together

he leans nearer to you, his forearms supporting his weight as he alluringly says,

"please, y/n?"

and you knew, at that point, that you already lost the battle

and you are on your way to get that damned paper

miya atsumu

okay, first of all there has to be an established relationship

like maybe a friendship to be begin with

i hc this man, even though he's popular with the crowd, he values close relationships more

and so

the moment he falls for you gets closer to you

he begins pulling stunts that questions the nature of your relationship with him

like he gets clingy and touchy

like that time when he tucked your hair behind your ear IN FRONT OF A CHEERING CROWD

just imagine the eyes that all went to you

...

i wouldn't even dare lmao

or that time when he stood in front of your classroom, loudly calling out for your name

and so you turn your head to him asking what he wants

but he kept his mouth shut and in turn pulls a knowing smile

you utter, "i bet that can wait after class. i'll come by the gym. you can go now."

but instead he chooses violence by testing your patience

he smirks and he says,

"i won't go until you hold my hand."

he

really

said

that

IN FRONT OF YOUR CLASSMATES

your cheeks instantly turn crimson and you feel whole body warming up

unable to stop your quick reflexes

you rush to the door where atsumu is standing and look for sane one out of the two, you scream for help in the hallways

"samu! come get your twin!"

and a distant "no." lets you down

atsumu is entirely the reason why no one believes you when you tell them that you and him are 'just friends'

i mean, for real, who would believe that lie when his actions tells otherwise

kageyama tobio

his vocabulary is limited

don't hate me for this i love him too okay?

but his gestures aren't

y'all see me compensate for what i said ;)

i hc this boy to relay more on his instincts than his logic

and his instincts include protecting you

perhaps, protecting you way too much

to the point that you feel as though you are being treated like a princess

or a vulnerable porcelain doll that has to be held and cared for

but with his limited vocabulary, stern voice, and unfriendly face all mixed up

there are times when you start to question his purpose

like that time when you stood at the sidelines of the court as you watch his team play a match

and during the mid-game breaks he marches his way to you while saying,

"stupid, move back or the ball might hit you!"

you aren't sure if he's trying to show how much he cares about you by warning of you of the dangers of standing near the court or is he shaming you by calling you stupid?

and when the ball really hits you in the face making you fall to your knees

tobio isn't afraid of calling out the offender

even if it was just an accident

and after the game he would immediately come to you

with his lips curled up in dismay and his orbs pining down at you

you assume that he'd start scolding you but to your surprise he says,

"oi, are you hurt?"

and begins checking your body for bruises and graze

and when he sees one right on top of your knee

he swiftly kneels down, his lips forming an 'o' as he blows right on gash

"does it hurt?" he asks

his voice tasting like honey and lime

"no. im good, tobio." but he ignores you by insisting

"i'll bring you to the infirmary."

he takes your hand and loops your arm over his shoulder as he leads the way

kozume kenma

*whispers* catboy

no but really he's legitimately the personification of a cat lmaoo

he won't be as pushy as tsukki, or as loud and clingy as atsumu, or maybe as overprotective as tobio

but instead he'd quietly sit next to you as you both watch the crowd

he could've chosen the other empty corner at the other side of the room but, no

he chooses to sit next to you

and for the next minutes or so none of you speaks until he breaks the silence by saying

"this is dumb. i want to go home."

the gates of heaven are open and scientists have found a cure to an inevitable diseaseㅡkozume kenma is starting a small talk

insert *pikachu meme* :o

so, you continue the conversation by saying "i'd rather sleep than mingle."

you look at him as the words roll out of you lips but he'd only glance at you for a brief second before nodding

and when he hears your stomach loudly grumbling he catches you off guard by offering to visit the food section with him

you aren't newly friends with him so you are aware about his food choices

he's a picky eater

this information fuels your unpure intentions as you pick out all the food he doesn't like

you wriggle a piece of cucumber in the air making him cringe his nose in disgust

"you should eat this."

he shakes his head to a 'no'

"unless you do the same." he bargains making you raise an eyebrow in intrigue

"deal." you seal the deal

knowing you well, he immediately picks up a piece of carrot making you grunt loudly

a light chuckle escapes from his lips

the sound he made flutters your heart

you both take a bite and at the same time your faces mirror each otherㅡwrinkles becoming more apparent as your facial expression crumples in disrelish

kuroo sees the two of you enjoying your mini conquest of food tasting

consequently, the boy shuffles his way to the two of you

"looks like you're having fun, kenma." he nudges the younger teasingly making the latter shoot him glares

kenma takes you by wrist, mumbling the words to himself as he takes you away from his friend,

"let's go back to our spot."

his use of 'our' wakens the butterflies in your stomach

a/n: thanks for reading! i missed writing hcs :( but now it's back! i hope you enjoy this one, stay safe and be healthy! :D

Masterlist

[lovelysugawara]

tsukishima's annoying girlfriend

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x reader

-tsukishima thinks of you as an annoying girlfriend.

-”she’s always over me. from her goodmorning texts, to her annoying messages the whole day, the calls, and she’s always demanding for a date every time she gets a chance. She’s so annoying.” you heard him telling this to his best friend yamaguchi.

-you accidentally listened to them, and that somehow breaks you.

-you didn’t even realise that you are very demanding on his time, an annoying girlfriend.

-you started to question yourself, if you are capable of being his other half, Tsukishima Kei. you know damn well how blunt he is, and how his patience is not really that long.

-but what to do, you really love spending your time with him?

-you back away that day, just texting him the simple I’m home. Not making it a bit demanding. You didn’t text him after that, remembering he doesn’t text you goodnight and stuff. Maybe he likes it that way.

-the next day, you fight the urge to text him the usual good morning or the simple take care on your way. You don’t want his patience to snap all of a sudden, then he will break up with you.

-tears started to fall. And you know that break up will totally destroy you.

-tsukishima on the other hand feels a bit weird not receiving your texts. You didn’t send him anything except last night’s I’m home. He kind of feels nice (deeem you tsukki), knowing how it annoyed him to the core.

-but then, why it also annoyed him that you didn’t message him or anything. He feels weird thinking that, and goes back to his usual working routine.

-lunch break came, and you didn’t avoid to text him, Lunch time. Knowing he usually didn’t get his lunch on time. You are still worried and once again stop yourself to become an annoying one for him.

-tsukishima instantly grabs his phone when it rings. Though he expected it to be you. He suddenly feels relaxed seeing your text. He has to admit that he’s a bit worried not seeing your messages, and it made him anxious in an unknown way.

-afternoon comes, employees go home and tsukishima is waiting for you at the usual spot.

-”h-hey,” you actually feel that he somehow stutters for a bit. But he’s composed as ever.

-”hi, tsukki,” you smiled at him, but you kind of avoided his eyes. Which didn’t escape his attentive eyes.

-”want to grab something to eat?” tsukishima asked you, which is a new thing. But of course what he said to yama is what occupies your mind. Usually you will happily grab tsukishima’s arm and blissfully go somewhere. But now it is different, you have to stop yourself.

-”I’m sorry, tsukki. I just wanted to go home for now. Maybe some other time?” you didn’t wait for his answer and walk past him.

-at first, what you said didn't bother tsukishima at all. But after he arrived at his apartment, he felt kind of weird about it. Was he rejected? He shakes his head and continues to his bed.

-you’re actually mad at yourself for doing that to tsukishima, you hate the feeling that you actually reject him. But somehow you think you’re doing him a favor, because you're giving him more time for himself, and maybe for you too.

-you also realized how bothersome you are. You are always into tsukishima, that he felt suffocated.

-you then made up your mind not to bother him so much.

-the next days were hard for you, you constantly rejected tsukishima and you didn’t message him so much. The usual messages are enough.

-on the other hand, tsukishima is already annoyed at this.

-”come on, tsukki. Isn’t what you wanted? You got it now. She’s not annoying anymore.” yamaguchi can’t help but tease tsukishima and burn him in his own fire.

-tsukishima rolled his eyes. “It’s so weird. It’s like she constantly rejected me. The other day, I asked her for a coffee date, she refused, and she fcking loves coffee. It’s impossible for her to resist. Then the other day, I asked her if we could go to this museum and she still refused. I don’t know anymore.” tsukishima is clearly upset.

-”like what I said, isn’t this what you want? Or you miss that part of her?” yamaguchi somehow enjoyed his best friend’s suffering.

-”wanna know a secret? She actually heard us,” yamaguchi said and tsukishima’s shoulder falls. realization hits him hard.

-”she heard you saying, she’s annoying. That’s why she decided to step out a little bit and not be so over you. But i guess she worries you instead of making you feel relaxed.” after he said those, tsukishima is on his way to your house.

-a sudden knocks on the door got your attention. And when you open it, you see an annoyed expression of tsukishima.

-you started to run the list of your texts to him the whole day, and it’s only a 1 liner, 3 messages since this morning.

-”go back, y/n!” you are confused now after he said those words.

-”w-what are you saying?” you can’t help but ask him.

-”go back, your usual messages, your usual calls, your usual invitations on a date, the usual you. Go back.” the last words he said are his limits.

-he then hugs you. You are still in the bliss of the moment, what is happening is still not registered on your mind. But you started to tear up.

-”Please, come back y/n.” you felt his hugs tighten. And then you hug him back the same intensity as his.

-”you missed me?” you shamelessly asked him.

-and you felt him nodding, not letting his voice heard.

-you know that hug won’t let go in awhile. He’s blushing for sure, and knowing how prideful Tsukishima is, he won’t let go and be seen like that. XD

[seasidepierre]

pull me back to you | part 3 | pierre gasly

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS MASTERLIST

teaser - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

summary: You and Pierre dove head first into a brand new dynamic between the two of you, but how are you adapting to it?

warnings: enough fluff to literally drown you and a little bit of steam to bother you.

words count: 4.6k

a/n: This took way longer than I intended to and truth be told, I’m the worst at editing my own stuff so it might still be a bit rough at some points but hey!! YOU DESERVED THIS ONE!! Thank you for sticking with me for so long, I hope you’ll like Pierre as much as I do in this part, but if you’re looking for me, I’ll be looking for a boyfriend bc damn do I need one after this.

Truth be told, it’s not like you didn’t know that Pierre’s life was hectic and that a break wasn’t really ever a break. You’d been a member of the very tight club called “Pierre’s close friends” for quite a while now, almost your entire life, actually, so you knew what it entailed. When he wasn’t racing inside a car, you could be sure he was racing somewhere anyway. His entire life was dictated by speed, by pace, by time that he always lacked. So even though he was supposed to be on a break, you could tell that he was stressing about some meeting, about a sim test he was supposed to do, about a call with his engineering team that clearly didn’t go as planned or whatever was going through his pretty head at that time. If there wasn’t a race to win, there surely was somewhere to hurry to.

Which probably was why you were surprised to have Pierre lay in bed with you every morning, dragging your body closer to his. You hadn’t expected the absolute patience he showed in his fingertips when they drew the contour of your hips or the composure of his lips when they spoke silent words on yours. Pierre might be running everywhere, but he took his time when it came to you and you were discovering a brand new Pierre that you had never seen before.

When you left Pierre’s childhood house that particular day, he had kissed his mother on the cheek and tried to wiggle out of her embrace. Five seconds was the absolute max he stood there, letting her envelop him in her arms. As soon as he had felt like it was enough, he had slipped through her hands like water. He had always been. An occasional hand on a shoulder or a forearm was enough to sense him tense underneath your touch and even though some guys in your friends group had no problem enveloping you in a hug, Pierre had never done that. He had never touched your face, even just to grab a fallen eyelash, like some other guys might have done in the past. Pierre wasn’t a tactile guy and you were fine with it. There was no way to trap Pierre into contact when he clearly didn’t want to and that is why it had been such a surprise for you to be able to cuddle with him in bed or on the couch or pretty much everywhere, without him trying to shimmy his way out. But Pierre had been patient. He had taken the time. Every gesture, every action, had been deliberately slow, as if he wanted to truly enjoy them while he was there. You knew Pierre to be a generally speed-driven person, but slow and intentional Pierre was someone you’d so clearly fallen in love with head first, you weren’t sure how you’d survive if he came to disappear.

The keyring on the side of your door was now matched with a second one. Yours was still sporting the Chanel keychain that Pierre had gifted you many, many years ago, but the second one was adorned with a Louis Vuitton wrist strap that matched Pierre’s backpack. Nothing fancy, just a leather strip with the LV logo on it. The fact that you thought it was pretty plain and simple made you want to slap yourself. That damn thing cost half of your monthly rent. This was a splurge and you had no idea when exactly your best friend from elementary school turned into a diva that had a keychain with a price tag involving three numbers. 

But that Louis Vuitton keychain meant that Pierre had the keys to enter your space. He had his own key to your flat. He could come and go as he pleased, he could join you when he wanted, he could use your space as his own. He could be with you, plain and simple. You hadn’t really offered him a key but as the first couple of days rolled by with him staying at your apartment rather than going back to his parents’, you knew that he needed to lock the door behind him. So you just came back home one evening with a second key you had got made in the city and presented it to him with a simple “So that you can go to the gym without having me worried if my TV will still be on the wall when I come back”.

Pierre had insisted on coming and spending a few nights with you after what you both named “the incident”. There was no way you could refer to it as anything else without wanting to curl up on yourself and Pierre’s blood boiled every time your dumbass ex was mentioned. He wanted to make sure you had someone to protect you in case said-ex showed up at your door. This was the excuse he gave to his parents when they asked why he was leaving the family house, at least. And knowing Pierre, it wasn’t an excuse, but the complete truth. 

In the entire week Pierre spent living in your space, he had been so possessive it could have been hilarious if it wasn’t making a mess of your mind, your heart and your body. Every time you’d walk past him would be the perfect opportunity to let his hands wander and find a path to your skin. Cooking dinner? Pierre’s arms would be on your stomach, his head on your shoulder and his chest so tight against your back it must be uncomfortable for him regarding your height difference. Brushing your teeth? No need to check yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t anyway, since he was hellbent on facing you, your ass stuck on the edge of the sink and his free hand on your hip. Watching TV? Serious reason to cuddle on the couch. Reading a book? You could do that sitting between his thighs.

For a guy who easily felt overwhelmed, Pierre sure crowded you a lot. And you loved it. You knew you were in your “honeymoon phase” and you knew one day Pierre would take a step back, but for the time being, you happily basked in his embrace and warmth, as long as he was there to hold your hand. Or hold you, period. He had developed a strange (but cute) fascination for bridal style carrying and you weren’t sure what you did to deserve such an amazing guy in your love life right now. 

But here you were, sitting on the cathedral’s forecourt, your sundress softly whirling with the breeze, enjoying the sun while you could, while Pierre was sitting next to you, a hat and dark sunglasses on, wishing he could maybe, just maybe, blend into the background or look like a tourist. 

Truth be told, he pretty much did, but he also looked really hot so who were you to tell him anything but that?

Pierre had taken advantage of your day off in the middle of the week to drag you outside, on the first sunny day Rouen had known in a week or so. You two had walked aimlessly in the old streets, enjoying the warmth and the gold light, even though Pierre had insisted on buying you a box of the tea you liked so much because it was the perfect companion for your reading escapades. You stopped at one point to sit on the terrace of a bar to enjoy a cold drink, though you did choose to add lemonade to your grenadine while he asked to add beer instead. You cheered like a couple of dumbasses and drank your glasses while talking about the weather, your families and what you were going to do when you’ll be back at your place. But after an hour or so, Pierre needed to move again, because God helped this man if he wasn’t on the move, so you took back his hand in yours and dragged him to a candy store, even though he wasn’t allowed to have sugar. He helped you fill your bag with all your favourite ones, including the violet sweets that you loved so much and that he knew where to find directly when he arrived in the store, which kind of blew you away. When you looked at him with raised eyebrows, he just shrugged, though his neck tinted in the most adorable pink hue you could have seen on his skin. You couldn’t help but drop a kiss there, raising on your tiptoes so that your lips could meet the side of his throat. 

Since you weren’t that far from the ice cream parlour, Pierre offered to get you one of those roses made of ice cream which made you giggle. The same chain of ice cream was present in Milan and he was happy to see that a shop had opened in his native city as well, linking the two with a silly bond that only he could appreciate. He got a simple scoop in a little cardboard cup and you two went back the other way, hands linked together even though it meant he had to wait to eat while you were happily diving into yours. Which explains why you were now sitting on the little steps in front of the cathedral, enjoying the view that Claude Monet painted in 30 different versions following the way the Sun hit on its glorious facade. Your tongue was now the same rosy colour as your raspberry ice cream while Pierre was taking advantage of the little wooden spoon he’d got to enjoy his passionfruit dessert. The little strap of your sundress kept sliding down your shoulder, which Pierre patiently replaced every time, but on his last attempt, he had leaned down to drop his ice-cream-cold lips on your shoulder even though his kiss was soft and warm. You smiled behind your own sunglasses, wishing you could kiss him right now, but your raspberry rose was quickly melting and you didn’t want an audience. 

“I didn’t think I’d be this happy during my break,” Pierre sighed, dropping the now empty cup on his side and leaning back on his hands. 

“I’m glad you’re having a nice time,” You smiled.

“This is all thanks to you,” He affirmed, not looking at you. “I should’ve got my head on straight ages ago. We lost so much time..” 

“We did not. We were growing up, each on our side, to become exactly what we both needed of each other,” You reassured him. 

“Are you as happy as I am?” He inquired, finally turning back to you. “Do you feel that warmth in your chest like I do?”

“Everytime I look at you,” You nodded, with a grin on your lips. “I couldn’t be happier,” You sighed with content, leaning your head on his shoulder while his arm wrapped itself around your middle.

“Do you want to go out for dinner tonight? My treat, of course.”

“Is this a date?” You giggled.

“It can be, if you want it to be.”

“Then it’s a date. It’s almost six, bring me back home and I’ll get ready.”

“Are you going to change?” He almost whined.

“I did sweat quite a bit in this dress,” You cringed.

“Then I want you to put on another dress. And maybe those shoes with the little platforms and the laces that wrap around your ankles? Please?”

“Demanding, I see..” You laughed. “I sure hope you’ll wear that baby blue linen shirt I saw in your suitcase, then.”

“Anything for you.”

And because your life had turned into a cliché that you were too willing to see play out completely, Pierre grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his neck, bending his knees to grab your thighs from behind so he could give you a piggyback ride to your apartment.

*

It took you about two hours getting ready, which involved taking a shower, lie in your bed in your bathrobe for about 45 mins after that during which Pierre was lazily drawing circles on your shoulder while aimlessly scrolling down on his Instagram feed and then about an hour to actually do your makeup and put on your dress. You did have to give Pierre that. Not that you would always be compliant with his demands, especially regarding your clothes, but you couldn’t refuse his little face when he’d asked you for a dress. So you put on your nicest dress, a navy blue floral dress, hitting you just at knee level, with a decent V line cleavage that exposed just enough to feel like you were pretty without having to care if you were about to show everything. You did wear the shoes he had also asked for, because you were seriously impressed he even knew you possessed them. How carefully had he been watching you the last couple of years without you realising it?

Pierre had respected his end of the deal. He was sporting the baby blue linen shirt you had eyed in his suitcase, which you were extremely happy about, even though your entire body felt like bursting into flames. He had paired it with beige pants and a pair of loafers that you didn’t even know he was even capable of wearing. He looked amazing and without even realising, you had managed to match his outfit. 

“Looking good, Monsieur Gasly,” You smiled, sliding your arms around his middle before loving yourself against his chest.

“And you’re gorgeous, as always,” He nodded before dropping a gentle kiss on your lips. “Are you ready for dinner?”

“Absolutely! Where are you taking me?”

“There’s a restaurant I’ve been wanting to try, in town, I thought our date was the perfect occasion for it.”

“I like that you’re taking me on an adventure with you and that you didn’t wrack your brains to find something just for me.”

“Everyday’s an adventure, with you,” He grinned against your lips.

The height difference between you and Pierre wasn’t that bad when you were wearing heels, which was one of the reasons why you started wearing heels pretty early. You recalled tiny you, gladly accepting hand-me-downs from your mother, especially that pair of black little boots with the tiny heels but it still made you taller and closer to Pierre’s face, so you were happy about it. A solid eight inches separated you from him, Pierre having known a growth spurt when he was in Le Mans, studying away from you. He always laughed when he came back to Rouen, finding you still smaller than him. Still adorably tiny. 

Pierre’s chosen restaurant was not that far from where you lived, about a ten minutes walk only and he wouldn’t have dared drive there. Mainly because parking was going to be a nightmare, but also because he enjoyed your strolls in the city that saw you growing up. It was peaceful and nostalgic but also exhilarating and thrilling at the same time. The streets looked the same as always but held a different tint as his hand encased yours. 

You sat at a table outside and ordered what seemed to be the tastied option. You dove into your pasta with a moan about how good it was while Pierre was enjoying his salad, even though he sure eyed your pasta every once in a while, to which you slid his glass of water on the side so you could push your plate in the middle of the table. He stole a couple of pennes when you pretended to look away, making you laugh in the process. Double win for Monsieur Gasly. 

Your foot kept gently caressing his calf, turning the tip of his ears blush pink. You hid behind your glass of rosé and he turned a blind eye to the adventures of your little toes against his pants. 

“I know I said it already but you look really nice tonight,” He smiled again. 

His face was bathed by golden lightbulbs, hanging from a pergola above your heads. The little flicks of lights reverberated into his eyes, bringing warmth to the ice blue you were facing every time he looked at you. 

“I really want to kiss you,” You sighed.

“You’re very welcome to do so,” His lips crooked in his signature little smirk that made you weak in the knees (and a couple of other places).

You leaned above the table, inviting him to do just the same and met right in the middle, his hand coming to cup your chin between his thumb and index. He stole a couple of extra kisses “for the effort” and ordered a chocolate cake for dessert that you would share. You grinned at him, knowing this was going to turn into another secret you’d have to hide if his trainer Pyry ever asked. Not that you knew the guy much, behind the occasional chats and the fact that he was following you on Instagram. But because you were no stranger to nostalgia, you handed your phone to Pierre and asked him if he could snap a picture of you two.

“First date memorabilia?” He smirked.

“Stop laughing at me, I like keeping memories!”

“I’ll grab a card from the restaurant when we’ll leave,” He promised, dragging your chair closer to him so you’d be next to each other instead of face to face. 

“That would be nice, thanks.”

“I know you’ll store it in your memory box,” He whispered, his nose now gently sliding against yours. “I wonder how many things in that box are related to me.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You mocked him. 

“Tell me.. How much of me is in that box? How much did you grab fiercely and store in your memory box, refusing to let go of? How many pieces of me have you jealously kept for yourself, in the hope that one day you’d have enough to rebuild me entirely?”

“Maybe too much,” You blushed.

“How does it feel to know that you didn’t have to do that? That you already had me in the palm of your hand? That I always knew I belonged to you, just like you did to me?”

“Take me home, Pierre,” You whispered.

You weren’t sure when exactly Pierre pressed the shutter on your screen but the picture he had managed to capture was the most perfect representation of what your date had been. You were lost in each other’s eyes, a hunger visible on your lips while Pierre’s arm had sneaked around your back and yours had circled his shoulders. Merely inches apart, your faces glowed with adoration for the other and with the romantic lights strung above your heads.

You didn’t stay long after dessert. Pierre took care of the bill, adamant that he could pay for your meal since he had been crashing at your place for about a week now, using your water and eating your food. Like he promised, he came back with a business card of the restaurant that you’d slip into your memory box, among all the other Pierre memorabilia that you had collected over the years.

There was something magical in his eyes about you, walking in the streets he knew so well, both of you so grown up. You were laughing about something he had just said and your smile seemed to light up the whole street. The lampposts reflected on your cheeks and in your eyes; you shone like the first ray of sunshine piercing through the cloudy skies. He let you take the lead, for once not caring about the fact that he was slower than someone else. Being behind you meant he could look at you, look at that cute little dress you had chosen that he thought you would look even better without, look at your happy skipping, your handbag balancing at the end of your arm before he took it from you so you could be free of your movements. 

He might look the silliest, with your purse in hand, but he couldn’t care less if that meant hearing your giggles in the streets and watching you dance in the middle of the night buzz of the city, without caring too much about your range of movements. Last time had already proven to be harsh on his heart, but you were shocked by your encounter with your ex and he was too mad to actually realise it, but the light reflecting on the cobblestones created the perfect ambiance for you to really be highlighted as you deserved to be.

The minute you pushed the door of your flat open, Pierre’s hands went to your hips, crashing his body into yours, pushing you two together, as close as he could. His lips attached to the little patch of skin behind your ear that turned you into jelly in his hands but he had sneaked an arm around your stomach and was acting like your spine itself, managing to keep you upright when your knees threatened to slip on the floor. His smirk printed itself onto your skull, ready to devour you if you let him do so, which you would if he wanted to. The light wasn’t even on but the soft glow of the sunset peered through a window, casting a single shadow on the wall behind you, softly rocking from left to right, even though Pierre was the one doing all the work.

“Please tell me I didn’t misread your comment earlier, about taking you back home,” He groaned in your ear. “Please tell me this is what you had in mind.”

You hummed in response, your hand flying backward to grab at the back of his head, inviting him to taste your neck and throat and collarbone and whatever he wanted, as long as you got enough kisses that you’d still feel drunk on them in the morning. His hair wasn’t particularly soft, but you were adamant that you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You kinda missed blonde-highlights Pierre, but brunette Pierre was just as pretty in your eyes. His perfume was seriously intoxicating and as he dropped open kisses on your skin, you felt the little gap between his front teeth, one of your favourite things about Pierre, grazing your neck and sending you already way too far into this. You weren’t sure where his hands were going, but you were happy to report that one was still stuck to your stomach, rubbing soothing circles with a thumb, while the other had been busy pushing your hair back on the opposite shoulder from the one he was currently peppering with kisses. Your breath got caught in your throat, while your attention and focus were trapped in Pierre’s hands. You were at his mercy and you couldn’t be happier about it. 

“Use your words, Princess,” He groaned again against your skin. “Tell me what I’m allowed to do.”

“Anything. Everything. Pierre, please,” You sighed, closing your eyes, basking in his embrace for as long as you could. 

“Your dress would look cuter on the floor.”

“I agree.”

Pierre took his time to unzip the back of your dress, appreciating the view of your back and dragging the pulp of his index finger along the rim of it, from your neck to the middle of your spine. The shivers that followed the tip of his fingers felt like a fire spreading from your head to your stomach, but Pierre’s hands slipped on your shoulders, underneath your dress, pushing each side down and freeing your arms in the process. Barely grazing the skin on the inside of your arms, he traced his way back to your chest, pushing his nose in the little space between your two collarbones and dropping a kiss there. Your dress pooled at your feet in a ruffle of fabric, creating a little halo on the floor that you stepped out of, pushed by Pierre’s chest on your back. His hands had found a kneading spot on your hips that he was yet to leave, making you purr underneath his touch. 

“Bedroom, Pierre,” You sighed.

“That was the plan, Princess.”

“Stop calling me ‘princess’, I don’t like it,” You explained, in a very short moment of lucidity.

“Understood, my queen.”

You nodded, not quite sure how the promotion in your royalty status could create such a mess in your body, but it did. There was no hurry to find the door of your bedroom, but a certain hunger was palpable and you couldn’t wait to find the comforting touch of your bed sheets, knowing full well what was about to happen. Sensing your train of thoughts, Pierre took a second to stop and drop the words that could have ended everything but just convinced you even more that it was exactly what you wanted and needed.

“Say the word at any point and I’ll stop, okay?”

Bracing for the impact, Pierre waited for you to pull the plug. He would stop if you weren’t comfortable, if you needed more time, if you just weren’t in the mood. But to his surprise, you turned between his arms, sneaking yours around his neck and raising on your tiptoes to reach his lips. 

“Thank you,” You whispered, against his mouth. 

Pierre nodded, reassured. There was any more second to lose, so he pushed you backward gently while you landed on your bed in a thump but giggling like a teenager. Your navy blue lingerie set was enough to make him stop dead in his tracks, now that you were spread on your bed in front of his eyes, waiting for him, wanting him, needing him. 

“Damn,” He let out. 

“What?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget how stunning you look, right now.”

The blush creeping on your cheek migrated to your chest, which kind of made him even weaker. But he reverently kneeled on the bed, hovering you with an arm on each side of your head, lowering only to steal a kiss or two before his mouth glided on your chest like a stream of water. 

Being with Pierre made every sense. It felt right and a perfect match, which was more than you could say about your past relationships. You trusted him with your life and you actually knew he was full of good intentions only. For the first time in forever, you felt like you were taken care of, especially while in bed. And you sure hoped to God he would deliver, because you were sick and tired of having to nod and say it was great, when you hadn’t finished, because your needs apparently didn’t matter as much as theirs. 

“Where?” He breathed out, between two kisses. 

You instantly knew what he meant and propped a drawer open, blinding trusting your abilities to find the little know to slide it open. He rummaged through it without too much care, not that you had any apprehension about him going through your stuff but you suddenly remembered what was inside that drawer and maybe you could have waited a bit before he found out about that. 

Which he did, of course, because Pierre was like that, anyway. You hadn’t been able to keep a lot of secrets with Pierre. He had to know everything, all the time. So when his hand has met a particular baby purple item in the bottom of your drawer, his eyebrows had come together in the most intrigued way. 

“What..?”

“Not now, Pierre, it can wait. I can’t,” You whined.

“Demanding,” He laughed. “Alright, then.”

And maybe it was the years of pining, maybe it was because it was Pierre, maybe it was because you had an actual connection to the person above you or maybe it was just a combination of everything, but for the first time in forever, you saw stars and fell asleep feeling numb, spent, broken in a lot of tiny pieces but glued back with care and love, with pure light pouring through the cracks.

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[maximotts]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 || 𝐣. 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

a/n: It's Week 2 of my Kinktober and this was uhh.. completely unexpected for me to write today. It's not a request, I just wanted to write something soft for @wellsayhelloaagin and it turned out longer than expected so I've decided to post it. She just deserves soft cuddles so.. there ya go

warnings: none tbh, just workaholic wife Jane Banner? slightly upset reader, but really it's just a soft fic

words: 982

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“Janeeee…” The blonde turned to look at you from her side of the bed where she was sitting up, case files spread across her lap. At 2am. On a Sunday. She hated giving up, especially when she was so close and while you admired her dedication, especially when she worked on such important things, you would rather she pay attention to something else now. “Stop for the night, you’ve been on this nonstop.”

You were barely awake, laying safely under your shared blankets and cozy as hell. It was nearly perfect; a quiet night, plush pillows adorning your soft mattress, but you were missing a key element- your wife. Jane Banner, stubborn as ever. “I just want to read one more page.” She’d said the same thing 10 pages ago.

“Fine, whatever. Do what you want.” Way past extending your patience, you rolled away from her, giving up the sight of your clearly exhausted wife to instead face the wall before shutting your eyes. You could sleep without her, you did it all the time, but it was harder when she was right there and she’d already been gone so many nights this month. Unfortunately, your body missed her and you hated yourself for it.

Jane muttered something under her breath about you being difficult, reaching for another page that rested just next to your blanket clad hip. Suddenly she was hit with a strange longing, breaking through her work focused thoughts and considering you for a moment. The sight of you curled up on the other side of the bed, purposefully rolled as far away from her as you could without being on the edge, made her feel.. sad, disappointed in herself even. The night before she returned, she’d promised you time with no work interruptions, just the two of you catching up and enjoying each other’s presence and even though she was on the phone, Jane could see your face light up.

She’d truly lucked out with you, a girl so pretty and so understanding of her long hours and determined attitude, always there for her no matter what she got into. The day she came back shot in the shoulder, Jane was sure you’d knocked at least ten nurses into the wall with how many shouts she heard down the hall as you ran to her room. You never left her side, not even when she’d insisted it looked like a worse injury than it actually was. And when she went off on another assignment just a week later, you’d smiled sadly, clearly holding back dissenting words as well as your own tears, but you said you understood and let her go.

So when she came back, having promised alone time, but with a fat stack of information on her newest case, Jane expected you to blow up. But you didn’t. You quickly shifted your carefully laid out plans, deciding on a night in and cooking the two of you something from the pantry that was easy to throw together. After one movie, Jane urged you to go to bed; you were tired, but you wanted to spend time with her so you resisted, but somehow she’d convinced you. It would be easier to work without your upset eyes following her every move.

Once you’d fallen asleep, she started on your work, sitting next to you so you wouldn’t be alone, but then you’d woken up and began to nudge her to give up on work for just one night and for whatever reason, Jane continued to refuse. Now you were upset, understandably, and again she’d shrugged you off. She hated herself for it. Quietly as possible so as not to disturb you, Jane gathered her scattered work and set it aside before turning out the lamp light. Sliding in behind you was easy, wrapping her arms around your midsection to pull you back against her.

“I’m sorry,” When you didn’t respond or move, Jane figured you’d fallen asleep, but she held you anyway, burying her face in the crook of your neck and shoulder. She breathed in your freshly showered scent, slightly damp hair tickling her nose. “I don’t deserve you. You’re so patient with me, I’ll try more, I promise. I’ll even get someone to take this case for me so I can have more time with you, if it’ll make you happy.”

You were still, but you weren’t asleep. Tears welled in your eyes with her sudden softness and you blamed your lack of physical contact for your overwhelming response to something so simple. “Do you mean it?” Finally, you turned over, not caring how stuffy with tears your words sounded. Gentle green eyes looked at you, really looked at you and you melted, choking out a sob as she nodded in confirmation. “Thank you..”

Jane shook her head, her thumb coming to wipe away the wetness staining your cheeks. “Thank you for staying by me. I only ever want to come home to you, work can wait sometimes.” You threw your arms around her, keeping her tight as you could for fear that you were somehow dreaming.

When your legs wound around her hips, clinging fully to her in your sleepy state, Jane chuckled and patted your back. “Alright, little koala, get some sleep,” She had to crane her neck to kiss you with how close you’d pressed yourself, but she managed, a sweet, slow thing just to prove her love further. As much as Jane longed to kiss you again, she already felt bad enough keeping you up this late. “Close your eyes, I’ll be here.”

“You better be.” Your head laid on Jane’s chest, the chilled skin of her sternum meeting your flushed, soft cheek. “Or else I’ll have to cling to you forever.”

The blonde shook her head, pressing one last kiss to the crown of your head. “Fine with me, sweetheart.”

[aphrostarot]

Comforting Messages From Spirit Pick a Pile

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Pile One:

The focus of this pile is healing past wounds. It seems to me with that Five of Pentacles and the Page of Cups coming out, you have lost a great deal in the past and this loss has left you feeling quite vulnerable. You have wounds that have not been healed for quite some time now and you have chosen to stay in darkness because you are afraid of coming out of it. You feel you are not strong enough to face this darkness and begin to heal. The message here though is telling you that you are strong enough to get out of this. You need to start believing in yourself the way your guides believe in you because they know you are strong enough to get the justice you deserve for these past wounds. It is time for you to start to believe that. They say, once you start to believe in yourself and start to notice your true strength, you will be beginning a new journey for yourself. A journey filled with creation. You may be a very creative individual and this darkness you have found yourself stuck in has truly affected your creativity. Not only in your motivation to get things done or to start things but also in your inspiration. Because you have been struggling to believe in yourself you have also been struggling to express your creativity. Your guides want you to be patient in this time, not only with yourself but also with your journey. You have been stuck in a stalemate for quite some time now and you are sick of it. You want out of this darkness and you want out yesterday. However, since you still have some unhealed wounds your guides are saying that patience is the key here. They believe in you and they are also being patient with you. Part of you may be worried that your guides are upset with you because of your inability to see yourself clearly and to move forward on your journey but that couldn’t be any further from the truth. Your guides understand that there are moments of pain and fear, they want you to know that they would never be upset with you for being in pain and fearing the future.

Pile Two:

You are definitely struggling to decide between two lovers in your life right now or a lover and another thing. The Two of Swords talks about a stalemate when it is upright and when it is reversed it is also talking about a stalemate but a stalemate that has lasted for a long time and has left you very very uncertain. You have been struggling to make a choice between one lover and another lover for quite some time now. You have been weighing the pros and cons of each person and the relationship you have, and these lists have done nothing to help you make your decision. These two people may be aware that they are in competition for your love and this has caused them to fight for your attention. This has definitely made your situation even harder for you. You are very anxious at this moment because you don’t know how to make a decision and your guides are saying that it is okay to make a decision. They are saying that only one of these people is your soulmate and deep down you are aware of this. Your guides are saying that it is time for you to think with your head instead of your heart. Someone will be hurt in the end and there is no way to avoid that. They are telling you that you need to make your decision soon because once you do you will be on the path towards success and will be able to bask in your success with this person.

Pile Three:

There is strong Air sign energy in this pile. You may be an Air sign (Libra, Aquarius, or Gemini) or have significant Air sign placements, even degrees (3,11,15,19,23,17).

You have been struggling to make a decision in your life and this has left you feeling quite defeated. You may be a highly creative individual and this decision has something to do with your creativity. It may be that you have to decide between a job and your passions or that you have to decide between one creative route and another. However, for the most part, I am getting that for most of you it is that you have to decide between work and your passions. You may currently be in a job that is not fulfilling your desires or passions and this has left you feeling very lost and hurt. Part of you knows that this job is not right for you and you really want to start a new journey pursuing your passions but you don’t know for certain if it is right for you. Your guides are telling you here that you should go for it. This thing that is keeping you away from your passions is causing you a great deal of pain and it is not helping you get to your destiny. Your guides are saying that it is time for you to start this new journey. You are being given an opportunity here to turn your situation around and make it better and your guides want you to take it. It may be time for you to go into hermit mode for a bit to plan out how you want to go about this journey. The main message here is that your guides want you to know that the thing you are debating on doing is right for you and that you should be taking action.

Pile Four:

You are dealing with a lot of new beginnings and this has left your life feeling quite chaotic. You may be a workaholic or just be addicted to making money and this is definitely coming into play in your life right now. There has been a new opportunity for you to make money recently in your life and this has been feeding your addiction to work and making money. However, there is also new love coming into your life if it hasn’t already. This new love is very powerful and has strong spiritual connections. This person will play a huge role in your destiny and your guides want you to know this. However, it seems that with your addiction to work you have not made time for love for quite some time in your life, so you may not know how to go about love. I am not here to tell you to choose between work and love because I am a strong believer that you can have both and that you can create a balance between your dream job and your dream romantic relationship. However, it seems that you are not doing this and that you have been placing too much time and energy into your job and into your passions and left love in the past, believing that you do not have time for love. Your guides are telling you here that they do not want you to miss this opportunity in love because this person is a part of your destiny. You need to take things slow in your life at the moment, especially when it comes to work. Start to balance your work life and your love life by taking a step back from work. Give yourself time to adjust to this balance because it won’t happen overnight and that is okay. You are meant to experience love in your life and part of you may even long for it but may even be afraid of it. There is nothing to fear here. Your guides have your back and only send you things that are meant to serve you. This person is good for you and this love is good for you, there is nothing to fear. However, it is okay to be afraid because fear is what makes us human and your guides want you to be okay with that, it does not make you weak to be afraid of something. Your guides want you to know that you are safe with them and they will protect you no matter what.

[tsukishumai]

pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader wc; 2.2k tags; fluff, coworkers to lovers? a/n: quick fic for my bby lol happy birthday tsukki <33

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Tsukishima Kei was tired.

Stepping out into the cold, autumn evening, he rubs his hands together in an attempt to warm his frozen fingers. He thinks the blister he feels forming on his pinky toe was a sign for him to get a new pair of shoes, and this fact was solidified by the ache in his arch with each step he took towards the bus stop.

The day had been longer than most. Maybe if he hadn’t let his brother drag him to the gym and play pick-up games last night, then perhaps his body wouldn’t have felt so sore this morning. And if his body hadn’t been so sore in the morning, then he might have had the energy to grab coffee before work, possibly even pack himself a quick lunch. His mood would have presumably been at least mildly better throughout the day, and he had no doubt that he would have been able to continue on with his work swiftly, and efficiently.

But Tsukishima had learned at a young age that things don’t always work out for him the way he wants them to.

He wasn’t trying to be rude when you came to ask him about his tour schedule, but did you have to burst through his office door so loudly? He felt bad for 2.3 seconds as he watched your smile slowly melt into a frown, but he was way too irked when you rolled your eyes at him when he asked you to knock.

And it wasn’t his fault that he bought the last tuna onigiri from the food stand outside the museum. He forgot to pack lunch, and he was hungry, too. He probably shouldn’t have unwrapped and eaten it right in front of your face, but he doesn’t appreciate getting dirty looks for ordering a meal.

You’re newer to the museum, he knows that. As someone with seniority, he should be a little more helpful, and he could probably work on improving his sociability just a tiny bit, but his patience could only run so thin. It’s not like you ever listened to him anyway.

Should he have told you to figure out the volunteer’s schedule on your own because ‘even a monkey with a banana could do it on their own’? Okay, maybe not.

But did you have to snap at him to ‘keep the stick up his own ass and leave yours alone’ when he warned your tours took too long, and you’d end up leaving late? No, and that’s the last time Tsukishima will ever try to offer advice to a newbie.

Tsukishima sighed. He was tired.

His stomach growled out loud as he pressed the button for the crosswalk, slowly moving to rub his palm along his belly. He’s wondering if he has anything he could make at his apartment. When an image of a rotting bunch of scallions and moldy tomatoes dying in his refrigerator drawer comes to mind, he thinks he’s probably better off grabbing a bento from the convenience store down the street.

The light switches from red to green, and just before Tsukishima steps down from the curb, he feels an arm delicately wrap around his own.

“Hey, babe,” a familiar, annoyingly cheery voice greets him, and he has to stop himself from grimacing when he looks down and his eyes meet yours.

Tsukishima doesn’t think you’ve ever touched him once — not in the last six months since you’ve become his coworker. He had bowed when you were first introduced, and Tsukishima had never been one to hand out hugs or high fives.

He attributes the deep blush that spread across his cheeks to this fact, and not to the feeling of your chest pressed tightly against his side.

“What the —“

“You almost left without me,” you pouted, and Tsukishima nearly tripped over his feet when you swing your body around to switch positions with him, “You’re so silly!”

“Uh,” Tsukishima stammers at the situation at hand, but he stills when he feels your grip tighten painfully around his bicep, and your eyes narrow and widen.

From behind your shoulder, Tsukishima sees it.

The streets were not too crowded, but they weren’t empty. From both sides of the sidewalk, Tsukishima watched as people silently walked past each other in a valiant effort to get home.

This was why Tsukishima almost didn’t notice the man standing beside the lamp post just fifteen feet back, his face half covered by a mask, hoodie pulled all the way over his head with the bill of a black hat just peeking out.

Tsukishima’s blood ran cold when he realized the man is watching you clutch onto him, and Tsukishima does not react when he can feel your nails dig through the material of his sweater.

A look of panic briefly flashes in your eyes when Tsukishima places his hand on top of yours and gently pulls your grip off his sleeve.

“You’re going to ruin my sweater,” Tsukishima mumbles as he drags his hand down the length of your arm and intertwines his fingers with yours. Your mouth drops open in shock when he gives your hand a tight squeeze, “Sweetie.”

He doesn’t wait for you to regain your composure before he drags you across the street. As soon as Tsukishima’s foot lands on the other curb, he glances back at the direction from which you came.

The capped-man was now slowly walking forward, reaching the crosswalk just as the light turned red once more.

Tsukishima quickened his pace down the silent sidewalk, globes of orange light shining down each lamp post you walked past. You said nothing of the sweat that accumulated between both of your nervous palms, still gripping onto Tsukishima’s hand tightly. The size of it nearly engulfs your own, and your hold on him was the only thing allowing you to somewhat keep up with the pace of his strides.

“My bus stop is right over there,” you mumble quietly, and Tsukishima silently thanked the gods you were going the same direction.

He could feel your fingers trembling against his, and Tsukishima gives you a light squeeze.

He wasn’t sure what to do. He was never one to comfort another, and he had never really been in a situation before. But something akin to an ember of rage had been stoked within him as soon as he saw some strange man’s greedy little eyes stuck on you.

The bus arrived just five minutes later, and Tsukishima stayed close behind as you climbed inside. You were lucky enough to find two vacant seats, and you slid into the one beside the window. Tsukishima occupies the aisle seat, stretching his legs out slightly as he watches the stream of people entering and leaving the bus.

It was after an old woman carrying groceries clambered into a seat behind the bus driver did Tsukishima notice him.

He sat by the very front while the two of you occupied seats in the back. A pair of sunglasses now completely masked all of his features, but Tsukishima didn’t need to see his eyes to know who they were trained on.

When you look up at him, dazed and slightly terrified, he gives you a tight-lipped smile. He lets go of your hand, and his heart breaks a little when he sees your eyes dart around in panic. Wordlessly, he reaches over and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close into his side.

You had always been so hot-headed — loud, and passionate, and animated about everything that you do. Tsukishima had known you were trouble from the moment you rearranged one of his displays without even thinking about consulting him, and you had honestly been a headache ever since. You challenged him at every turn, corrected him when he didn’t ask for it, and it was obvious to Tsukishima that you were much too big for him to handle.

But at the moment, feeling so small as you trembled tucked beneath his arm, Tsukishima could only think that he never wanted to see you like this ever again.

His heart crumbles a little when you rest your head against his shoulder.

“So,” Tsukishima’s voice vibrated against your cheek, “The tours ran a bit too long today, didn’t they?”

Tsukishima bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing when you turn your head to face him, an incredulous expression decorating your features.

“Is now really an appropriate time for an ‘I told you so’,” You hissed, “You never miss a chance, do you?”

Now, a smug smile has fully settled onto his lips, “Never have, never will.”

You land a punch on Tsukishima’s wide open ribs, and he flinches to the side with a slight ‘oof’. But he tightens his arm around you even more. Swirls of pine and citrus began to calm your nerves, and it took you too long to realize you were inhaling Tsukishima’s cologne. He smelled as clean as he looked, and even after a full day of work, not a single hair of his was out of place.

Your stop was four after Tsukishima’s. He carried your bag from your shoulders as you climbed out of your seat. He stepped aside to allow you to lead the way, but Tsukishima’s chest was nearly pressed against your back with how closely he followed behind.

You hadn’t expected Tsukishima to follow you this far, and as you walked a few steps towards the direction of your apartment, you turned to thank Tsukishima for his aid.

You whip your head side to side when you find that he was no longer walking behind you, curious to see that he was waiting two feet away from the bus’ exit.

You briefly wondered what he was waiting for, and your heart shattered down to the ground when you see the familiar stranger that had been following you since you exited your office building slowly step out.

You didn’t even notice him climb onto the bus. Had he really been there the entire time? Oh god, was he planning to follow you all the way home? Your head begins to spin at the dangerous possibilities that could have unfolded.

“Are you lost?” Tsukishima’s voice was cold and stern, and you could hear it clearly from where you stood.

You watched as the hooded man jolted, clearly shocked at the question directed to him. His face still remained perfectly hidden, but you could tell from his body language that he was not expecting to be addressed.

Tsukishima towered over him, but his six foot five stature had towered nearly everyone. The eyes behind his dark-rimmed glasses were narrowed in a glare, and Tsukishima stayed planted in front of your intruder.

“Oh — uh, i— no, just —“

“It’s that way,” Tsukishima didn’t wait for the man to finish his stammering, pointing a long finger towards the opposite direction of your home.

The man didn’t need to be told twice. He twirled on his heels, looking over his shoulders only to see Tsukishima watch as he walked away into the night.

You were frozen, mouth hung so wide open, you were pretty sure bugs had flown in. Tsukishima makes his way back to you, stopping to wrap his arms around your shoulders once again. He tilts his head down at you, looking softly as he asks, “Which way?”

You were at a loss for words, choosing instead to simply lead the way. Tsukishima remained draped over you, like a blanket of protection warding off all evil.

The silence that engulfed the two of you felt comfortable, and on any other day, you might have been appalled to be in such close contact with Tsukishima Kei.

But today, you felt safe. You felt comfort, and relief, and you relax against him, perfectly protected under Tsukishima’s wing.

You sneak a glance up at him, biting your lip as you turn the words you want to say over in your head.

“Tsukishima,” you start, chewing on your lips, “Thank yo—“

“My last tour is usually at 4:45,” he interrupts you, squeezing his hand on your shoulder, “I try to catch up on some paperwork before leaving but…”

He trails off, and you stay silent in fear of ruining what he’s trying to tell you.

He shifts his head away from you as he says, “If you wait for me, I could walk you home.”

You stop in your tracks, looking up at him with a smile. Tsukishima pointedly avoids your gaze, but it’s difficult when he’s keeping you pinned beside him.

“I’d like that,” you mumble before pointing back at the apartment building he hadn’t noticed, “This is my place.”

Tsukishima finally deigns to let you go, stepping back and brushing his fingers through his hair.

“Shorten your tours,” he grumbles out, turning his body back the direction from where he came, “And don’t forget to itemize each piece that comes in for the Date Masumane exhibit tomorrow.”

You stare at him dumbfounded before bursting out in giggles, bringing your hand up in a mock salute.

“I owe you one,” you call out, watching him retreat back from where he came.

He waves you off.

“I like black coffee,” he calls back over his shoulder, “Do what you will with that information.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

rbs v appreciated <33

[missteavious]

dad hc's: natsuo & aizawa

AN: hey…. so i’ve been gone for a year, i feel super bad, so sorry shawties. hopefully i can get back on a sorta schedule on tuesdays/saturdays (key word HOPEFULLY) i'm going through a lot right now in my real life and i have school, so we’ll see :) send in ur requests and as always, enjoy -tea

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Natsuo

100% College dad/husband Natsuo

The Todoroki trust fund + studying to be a doctor just encouraged Natsuo to want to start a family with you as soon as possible, even if you guys are still in college

Natsuo definitely uses the baby as an excuse to get married

(He wanted to start a family with you and get married anyways, you wanting a kid/getting pregnant is just convenient)

1st baby turns out to be a big healthy boy

Natsuo loves his chubby baby, and he gets carried e v e r y w h e r e

If you’re too busy to take the baby during the day he will be more than happy to take the baby with him to class

(And anyone who looks at his baby funny gets the death glare)

Baby loves to hangout with his uncle Shouto— despite Shouto literally holding the baby at arms length because he’s scared of him

“What do I do with it nii-san?”

“He’s a baby Shotuo, just cradle him in your arms and talk to him”

“The weather today is lovely isn’t it”

“He doesn’t understand the concept of weather yet, try something more simple”

“.... Stocks?”

“—No.”

Enji has no idea the baby exists, Natsuo refuses to have his child to interact with Endeavor no matter how young he may be

Prepare yourself to have 3 kids by the time you're 30 because once Natsuo has one kid you guys will have more

He loves being a dad and raising kids with you is his dream

Family is his #1 priority and Natsuo can’t thank you enough for giving him the privilege of starting his family with you <3

Aizawa

His first adoption with Eri really put into perspective how much parenting meant to Aizawa

The amount of time and patience put into making sure Eri is happy and comfortable is really admirable

Using the title ‘dad’ didn’t come natural to Eri at first, so her go to name for Shouta was “Dadzawa”(hehe), she would refer to you with an endearing nickname as well

Eri has been caught multiple times sleeping in Aizawa’s sleeping bag when he incomes home late from patrol (AWH </3)

Sometimes when Aizawa sleeps with his sleeping bag at home, Eri slips in with him

This leads to a mini-sized yellow sleeping bag in your home next to his

He started to notice Eri’s shyness early on in her adoption, and considering her childhood he can understand why

With Shinsou however, Eri was like a moth to a flame

Shinsou made sure to spend as much time with Eri as possible, he wanted to be there for her in the way he wished someone was for him when he was her age

You and Aizawa can clearly see how much Shinsou and Eri love being around each other, and you both encourage her and Shinsou’s wholesome sibling-esque relationship

Aizawa’s training with Shinsou has made him already develop a soft spot for his student, Shinsou is a frequent guest at your home

Shinsou is over for dinner plenty of times and Eri is ecstatic every time he’s around

As Eri start to spend more time around Shinsou, she slowly becomes more comfortable with her quirk

Aizawa’s family structure may seem odd to many, but he loves his odd little family nonetheless :)

[almondtqfu]

hi! I was just wondering what your take is on albedo, kazuha and xiao's ideal type/what they look for in a partner? no worries if you're busy or if this isn't your kind of thing! :D hope you have a great day either way <3

ideal type hcs ✦ albedo, kazuha, xiao

✧.*.:｡ gn reader ✧.*.:｡ warnings: a tad suggestive, mentions of make outs, explicit language ✧.*.:｡ ✉️ : hi hello tysm for the request, this was actually fun to try and think about so i hope you enjoy this >v< it’s a bit short but i think it turned out well, oh and i talk about this in the pov of if the reader is going to date them. 

albedo

overall i think he just needs someone who’s going to understand he works a lot. 

someone with patience is important, not just for work but also because he is still learning about human emotions and relationships. 

he wants to be a good partner but he will definitely fumble sometimes. you need to clearly communicate what you like and dislike in all areas of the relationship. 

he’s not stupid, once you give him these lists of likes and dislikes, he can manage on his own. if he’s known you for a while before dating, then he probably already knows these at least some of these things about you.

communication is important in any relationship but it’s even more so if you’re with albedo. please communicate how you’re feeling with him.

kazuha

someone who is caring and understanding is key,

with his nomadic personality, he may seem like he doesn’t want to be tied down by anything, but he loves you.

you need to understand that he wants to travel, so long distance is definitely a part of being with him (unless you just want to travel with him as well, or you also have a nomadic personality).

he want someone who is loyal. no matter how much he travels, knowing that he can always come back to you is one of the biggest comforts. 

physical touch is one of his love languages, i won’t argue, so cuddles and him being on you all the time is natural. get used to it.

xiao

he seems cold, but he just doesn’t quite get how blunt he is sometimes. 

be understanding when he says exactly what he means, even if it comes off a bit harsh.

like albedo, he needs someone who is willing to communicate. there can be no vagueness with xiao. he takes almost everything literally, and being vague will only lead to confusion and misunderstandings with this one.

someone who can be kind of like the calm to his storm. by that i mean someone who can see past his rough edges and karmic binds. who will love him regardless.

he already has lost someone special before, so he can be hesitant to fully trusting you or letting you in, do not take this personally, he cares for you so much but he doesn’t want you to be harmed because of him. it would quite literally break him.