#cupids cookie house

[royal-food]

Cupid’s Cookie House Love Shack

[fairytsuk1]

cupid's arrow | (s)

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pairing: izuku midoriya x reader

words: 8.3k

prompt: "getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids"

warnings: teasing game, public sex, quickie, protected sex, tit play, praise kink, missionary position, soft dom!midoriya

The retirement home was an amalgamation of both good and evil. It had the finest foods for delicate denture havers and was home to some of life’s more depressing thought processes. You preferred being able to drive over the speed limit as the city air lashed at your face; being young and carefree was much more appealing. However, this couldn’t be your reality anymore as you knew your grandmother needed you more than ever. Things were about to change. You’d be moving onto bigger steps in your life! Finding a partner, making a home together, advancing in your career…

Before leaving for the retirement home, you hoped you’d be walking out of there glimmering with adjusting to adulthood. No games or silly adventures, a part of you lit up at the idea of this summer excursion changing your life. You really, really hoped it would.

You smooth your tennis skirt over your thighs, ankles crossing and a warm smile gracing your features when your grandmother waltz in with house slippers and an old tea set. The smell of earthy leaves wafts into your nose, and you already know she’s made two steaming cups of green tea before she pours it.

“Nana, you know you don’t have to make anything when I visit,” you’d figured she’d stop making cookies past your twelfth birthday, but she clearly planned to wave you off every single time.

Snarkily, your grandmother rolls her eyes and takes a slurping sip of her tea.

“It’s not about that. It’s about keeping ancient traditions! We’re family, and that means grandmothers make their grandchildren tea!”

She nods, pleased with herself, and her eyes are closed as she savors the grass notes, the feeling of toastiness, and the mild sweetness. Your eyebrows twitch, and you miss how she does the same once she’s placed her cup back down.

“Mhm, it’s very good, did you taste the grass?” you swallow and nod, “yes, me too. So… Have you found a boyfriend yet?”

You’re in the process of drinking more tea but her comment startles you; the cup is hastily set back on the coffee table and leaving a liquid trail in its wake. Practically spitting out your tea, you’re quick to wipe your mouth with a napkin and set the record straight.

“Huh?! Where is that coming from? …I don’t, but why are you asking, nana?”

She’s got this unreadable look on her face. Then, she’s giving you this cheeky grin and sighing wistfully as if thinking of a past lover. You’re curling your fingers into your palms, nearly shaking in anticipation as her hands rub together sneakily.

“It’s my friend’s grandson! You know me. Always talking, but if I were you, I’d snatch him right up! He’s strong, and he’s got bright green eyes! They’d compliment yours so well,” and she’s scooting forward in her seat, “you will like him! He’s a very nice boy.”

Nana’s been gossiping again. You’re relieved she wasn’t trying to reconnect you and former lovers (an activity that had proven to be unsuccessful, twice.) Still, the idea of her pitching you to random strangers like an ATM card makes your face twist in an attempt to tell her how you really feel.

“I-I don’t know, nana. I’m not even sure if I’m looking for anything right now,” and you were right. 

A relationship seemed like a huge step, and this was supposed to be your summer “boss up” phase. To be honest, you weren’t sure if you had trust in your grandma’s romantic instincts for matchmaking either. A wrinkled hand covers yours, and your nana is beaming with her body leaned towards you.

“Tell you what, he will be here for breakfast tomorrow morning. You don’t have to do much, but you should see him in person! Get to know him a little.”

You let the offer hang in the air for a moment before shrugging.

“...I guess I can do that. I don’t want this to become an everyday thing, though! I came here to spend time with you, nana. Not with some guy!”

Nana had already returned to sipping her tea and nodded before licking her lips.

“Of course, dear. However, if you like this Midoriya as much as I think you will, you’ll end up regretting saying that!”

You take a sip, and two pairs of eyebrows raise. You doubted it. This “Midoriya” person was probably some nerdy guy that didn’t know how to talk to girls. It didn’t matter anyways, so on that fateful day you brushed mascara on thick lashes and made sure your lips looked as plump as ever in your pink lip gloss. You weren’t trying to impress anyone, not at all!

Something in your gut had just told you to make an effort, but it was hard to tell whether this gut feeling was good or bad.

The situation had proven that you needed to take a long hard look at yourself in the mirror. He wasn’t ugly, no. He was anything but. He was so handsome that as you and your grandmother circled the table to sit, your foot caught on the leg of the table. Practically every brain cell had been focused on the promise of muscles under his white button-up plus the extra show of solid, veiny forearms. He was hot.

“This is my friend, Kotoe! And this is her grandson, Izuku Midoriya! He’s the one I brought up to you last night,” and for the first time, you’re aware of how red Midoriya looks; maybe he was thinking the same things about you.

Kotoe grins widely, and the wave crashes on you and Midoriya because the embarrassment of the situation keeps getting worse. First, the table. Then, he’s watching you as you settle yourself across from him. This feels more like you’re being judged than trying to link up with someone.

“You remember her, right? I showed you that picture of her at that one band performance.”

Your pride is fatally wounded, but you’re even more aghast that one of the cutest boys you’ve ever seen is actually seeing you for the second time. The idea that Midoriya’s first impression was of you with braces and frizzy hair left you feeling like you could melt into your seat effortlessly.

Nana guiltily peruses the menu, but you know there’s no one else that has that picture. You’d tried to erase every copy of it but… she had her ways.

“Nana.”

She grins sheepishly while fluffing her curls, “it’s not my fault your mother only sends me photos when she feels like it. You look cute in the photo!”

If you didn’t stop her now, maybe nothing could. Along with this setting not seeming like the right time to discuss the ins and outs of your family relationships, you turn to Midoriya and smile warmly. 

“Right. Well, Midoriya, it’s nice to meet you. You’re lucky you were spared from the dreaded band photo. I’m jealous,” with a hair flip for good measure.

She’s so cute, he thinks.

“If only you could have the same fate.”

It’s so boyish, so ridiculous, and it makes your heart-beat rabbit fast because it’s not fair that his voice is gentle yet had an edge to it. His smile and even the licking of lips were uncalled for. He was charming you way too easily. How long had you two been sitting here again? 

He’s tuning you like a fiddle to his chosen song, and you play beautifully. You need fresh air, so your cup of water is gulped down to curb the romantic-tension fever rising inside you. 

Your grandmother and Kotoe fall into conversation like it’s natural. Midoriya keeps taking tentative glances at you but looking away before something productive happens, so you begin to copy him; now you just feel like you’re in the hall of mirrors.

“So, Midoriya… Do you go to university?”

“I-I do! I’m an archaeology major with a minor in history! It’s a lot of nerdy stuff, but it’s more interesting than calculus!”

His eyes sparkle at the topic, and the passion leaking through his words is evident. It’s cute, and your cheeks lift without thinking about it. He’s infectious, and in a bad way.

The type of infection where every glance feels like slow motion, and your brain skips ahead to when his mouth is on yours, and his hands are tugging, pulling, squeezing…

“That’s really cool! I’ve never heard of someone majoring in something like that! I’m doing public administration; it’s like political science but not really.”

Midoriya can’t wait to dig his hands into you and bury his cock deep inside you, but he can’t think about that right now. He mentally files away the memories of your shy looks so he can wrap a fist around himself in the shower later as he thinks of ruining your tight little pussy.

“No, yeah, that’s brave stuff to do! That can be in any sector, right? Public, private, and all of that.”

Both brains come to rest on the same wavelength as the same thought swirls in and out of two opposite gender heads.

I wanna fuck you.

“Yeah! Yeah, it can be,” your legs cross to lessen the pulsing between your legs.

“I kind of get it! History is so broad that it throws people off a bit,” Midoriya presses a palm to his aching cock as discreetly as possible.

The two of you try to avoid letting your need spill over past inappropriate boundaries. You both don’t realize that notion was abandoned the second first eye contact was made. Lunch passes by quickly, and you’re thankful. That was a bit too tense, and your male counterpart seems to be exhausted from the mental energy of ignoring something so potent. So heady.

“That nasty little Annie is going to supervise my cycling class, so I’m going to the pool today! You should come with me; you’ll never believe what she did the other day when I was struggling with my nightgown….”

Kotoe leads your four person group to the elevators, but your nana tells her she likes to walk after breakfast, so you mourn the loss of Midoriya as nonchalantly as possible. A big ego was annoying, and he didn’t need to know that you were dying to see under his pants. Honestly, even just getting to talk alone would be nice. 

“Well, Kotoe, I’ll meet you back at the pool after my nap.”

Your grandmother silently gives you a look that tells you everything you need to know about the pool situation.

Get your swimsuit!

It’s not too hot out that when you take a step the ground pierces your foot with its heat. The sun is shining just enough to cast a warm, soft glow on honeyed skin; it’s making you look too good, you feared. What if Midoriya was a nervous guy? Your ego shoots to the sky as you secure your jewelry and make your way to the pool with your nana.

Midoriya thought he might’ve had you beat, that maybe he’d get the edge in the game you two were playing where you’d feel more flushed than him. He certainly played a good hand, muscles rippling in black swim shorts highlighting his lean body. Freckles dotted his skin, and he felt embarrassed at ogling himself in the mirror.

“Kotoeee! I love your bathing suit; where’d you get the damn thing?!”

Nana runs off quickly, having debriefed you in the elevator that she intended to leave you and Midoriya “to it.” You’d vehemently denied the allegations of something like this happening, but there was a decent chance with how you and him were looking at each other that her suspicions were correct.

Your stuff is set by the chatty old ladies, and Midoriya takes the time to sidle up close to you. Squinting at him, he really does look good up close.

“Hi.”

“Hey. Do you want to swim with me?”

“What are we, five?”

He laughs lightly, shrugging and rubbing at the nape of his neck.

“Well, it’s not like there’s anything else to do! Not here, anyways,” and you feel your cheek twitch with the urge to smile.

He’s… saucy. And maybe you like it, a lot.

“If you say it like that, you can admit that no other girls wanna swim with you,” and he scoffs playfully at you before standing up, “but sure, I’ll hop in for a bit.”

The two of you make your way to the water. Midoriya gets in first, and he extends an arm to help you in like a proper gentleman.

“Are you always this kind?”

“I’m just on my best behavior,” and he grins like a shark.

Water swishes around you two, droplets hiding each other’s best features like a love potion. The grannies are still talking, and there are splashes from other patrons using the facility. Nothing can happen now, even if you want to jump his bones badly.

“I think the class starts soon, the water weights one?”

“What even is that class? What’s the point?”

Midoriya circles like you’re dancing, so you bat your eyes lashes and take a thumb to your lip. It makes him laugh, and you suddenly feel yourself dropping the act.

“No, no, I like it! And it’s, uhm, they lift weights to strengthen their bones! But it’s easier on their joints. My Obaasan also likes getting some fresh air,” he flicks his hair back, and the water rolls down his skin seamlessly, “maybe we could do something on our own.”

Raunchy daydreams smack you in the face; he could fuck you here. He could bend you over the water edge, eat your pussy and make you cream right in the pool chair just feet away! Maybe he’s sucking on your clit, pulling on your nipple, or maybe he’d rock his cock deep into you just because you begged for it!

“Yeah,” his eyes trace the soft edges of your curves, and you feel so high on feeling desired, “where could we go?”

Your question is interrupted with a loud, unfortunate, shrieky exclaim of, “Midoriya!” that shakes both you and the man in question enough to cause ripples in the water. Two heads turn towards the pair of grannies, now suited up in swimsuits that go to their knobby knees, plus bulky goggles.

“Go check for some floaties in the back room, please! I might really need them this time!”

Midoriya doesn’t even make a face but nods in understanding before turning guiltily to you, “...I guess I’ll be right back?”

This seems like a set-up. Back room? For floaties? Midoriya doesn’t seem to have picked up that this is the moment, but you have.

“Well, why don’t I just come with you?”

The grandmothers have gone back to their own personal conversation (gossiping), so you assume it’s okay. Midoriya gives a tentative look to Kotoe, before looking you back in your eyes and nodding. Ah, now he gets it.

You both are giddy as soaking wet bodies slip out of the pool easily and pad like excited puppies down to the deserted storage closet. Midoriya lets you duck in first, flip-flops clacking against the pavement as you flick on the dim lights and wait for the show to begin. Then, the green-haired boy eagerly locks the door and turns to look at you with lustful eyes.

“So!”

“You know, this is extremely typical, right?”

He grows closer as if wanting to slowly overpower you with every step. You remain firm in your pink flip-flops.

“Even if it is typical, I can’t help but feel lucky,” and he oozes attractiveness.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. How often do you get to kiss a pretty girl?”

Maybe it’s the sparkle in his eyes or how he bounces on the balls of his feet. 

“Mmph!—”

The two of you crash into each other, your hands flying to tangle in his unique tresses, and you can almost hear the “SMOOCH!” sound as the two of you have your first heated kiss; breaking the ice-cold layer of tension. The kiss was groundbreaking, earth-shattering, and your foreheads dipped and pressed together as you heaved for breaths.

Your first kiss with him.

It’s practically perfect, and it's ending could be considered admirable because it was so cliche. Someone had called out towards the storage closet, and the two of you ran out of there like the guilty criminals you were. The thrill kept you moving like a wild animal. You loved it; the two of you loved it.

That memory didn’t leave you, not when you parted ways or thought about keeping your lips as they were so you wouldn’t forget that you’d kissed him. Maybe you were too into a fling, a fleeting romance, but having someone you could call yours felt fulfilling. Whatever happened to moving on with life?

No, you’d changed your mind. Who cared about doing career things in an old folks home? You could do that any time, good dick doesn’t always come around.

Adrenaline was still thrumming in your veins as you kept going about your day as if the feeling of his soft lips on yours wasn’t being replayed every ten seconds; it was so perfectly taboo and hot. You wondered if he was thinking the same things, maybe taking a hand and palming his half-chub in his swim shorts because he just couldn’t hold back and wait anymore.

The two of you shared looks for the rest of the swim class as you leisurely tanned your golden skin while Midoriya lounged around (fetching equipment as needed.) His new “job” grew quickly on you, the ability to get an eyeful of strained muscles and bulging thighs that jogged ’round and ’round the pool like a carousel felt like a reward.

Your grandmother draws you close with a hand motion, bony fingers clasped to the ledge as you draw closer, “oh good, you heard me! Could you bring me my bag? I left it in the locker room!”

“Sure thing, I’ll only be a sec!”

Quickly, you head towards the women’s locker room and spot the flowered print pool bag. You snatch it up and make your way back, feet slowing their speed, when you see an unfamiliar face sticking out like a sore thumb.

She was pretty, blonde, with a thin neck that made you envy her allure from where you stood. Not only that, but definitely flirting with a resting Midoriya.

“Here, nana…”

“Thank you! What are you looking at—” your grandmother makes the same frowning expression as you, “oh, right. She’s getting in between you and your future husband, you know! She just waltzed on over like she owned the place, and he fell for it, hook, line, and sinker! Don’t tell Kotoe, but you ought to…”

Her rambling goes muffled and indiscernible, and you feel your hand clench at your side. You stormed over to the spot without even considering the consequences and grinned widely. She gives you a skeptical eye before batting curled lashes towards Midoriya.

“So, what were you saying about working out together?”

Nervous green eyes flick to yours, gauging your level of emotion from the deep recesses of your eyes. Midoriya can’t see anything. In fact, it’s more like you’re looking through him as he sputters his way through an excuse of being “really busy, so maybe we should wait till we make actual plans!”

He was good, and maybe it was the fact he was the first attractive boy you’d seen in the several weeks of being with your grandmother. Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t been properly fucked in a minute, so you were a loose screw about to make everything fall apart.

‘I see,” and you shrug at him, “we should wait till we make actual plans too! You know, just so we can be sure.”

Then, you prissily walk off, determined to not seem shaken by the seeming turn of events being that IZUKU MIDORIYA was a man-whore, one hundred percent. He just wanted to rile you up, and two could most certainly play at that game. You’d just have to show him what he was missing out on, all because he wasn’t too sure he wanted you. You’d make him sure.

He’d kissed you for god’s sake! You fumed alone in the elevator, grumbling things no one would ever hear.

The plan had worked spectacularly. There was no way Midoriya was actually going to go for the blonde that seemed eager to be alone with him now that the swimming class was over. Sure, he’d smooth-talked her, but it was all for you. He could tell that there was something you were hiding from him in all your shy looks and glossy lips.

“Was that your girlfriend? She looked rude,” Ayaka grinned wildly, “she’s not right?”

“It doesn’t really matter what she is,” and he stands gingerly, all shy and nervous, “I-I have to go now!”

Ayaka tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and her arms push her breasts up obscenely.

“You really gotta go?”

The awkwardness is back, and it seemed that the boy could only be flirty when it came to you. Now, he was a fish out of water flopping around on the deck.

“Yup! I’ll see you later, or whatever!”

He’d finally figured it out, aside from the awkwardness of forcing jealousy within you. You were a brat! He couldn’t wait to see how this developed, the greedy part of him hoping you’d make another move because he wanted to see you again. Badly.

“...Bye!”

You didn’t leave his mind, and he wondered what the two of you could do together. Did you like ice cream? Games? Yeah, sometimes he thought with his dick but other times… Well, you were the exact type of girl he’d love to take out.

He had no idea that as part of your newly created plan… you planned to kiss Hitoshi Shinsou right in front of him.

-

Shinsou was calm, collected, and rarely ever smiled. You hadn’t been lying when you’d said that boys like Midoriya were few and far between, so you’d already recognized potential suitors (meaning you’d told your best friends, in ranked form, the cutest boys at the UA Retirement Home.)

You’d decided Shinsou was one of the cuter ones considering you didn’t see him all the time. His face was pleasant to look at whenever you saw him working his shift, and he was plopped at the desk today with no one around… it seemed like today would be the day.

You and Midoriya hadn’t spoken in two days since you last saw him potentially entertaining the advances of some blonde girl. You weren’t stupid, after the heat of the moment and going over the situation one more time, it was clear. He wanted to tease you, make you feel the fire burning inside you grow hotter and hotter.

“Hey, Shinsou!” 

It was time to get him back in a major way. You push your torso an inch or two across the desk to smile at the purple-haired boy and let your head fall to the side. It was unclear whether or not it was actually having an effect, but you trekked along.

“Morning, what are you doing here?”

He already looks closed off, and you’re hoping he doesn’t hate you by the end of this.

“I just wanted to say hi! A girl can’t just hang out by the front desk?”

“No, actually,” his finger taps a sticker on the glass barrier between you, an obnoxious sticker reading “NO LOITERING” sitting there to mock you, “there is. See?”

…

“Oh! Well, I mean, well,” you look around frantically, the heat of embarrassment crippling you to where you stood.

“Look, if you just tell me, then maybe I can–” and the two of you are yelping as you push past the swinging door that separates Shinsou from other residents, “what the hell?! What are you doing?”

It suddenly feels like a huge mistake, and if you could swallow your anxieties, maybe this would’ve gone over easier. The position you two are in now, it feels warm. Steamy. His eye bags are less prominent when he’s slouched beneath you in his desk chair. Slender legs manspreading, and you could easily settle yourself on top of him if you felt like getting it on from behind the front desk.

“I just wanted… to see what it all looks like from behind here! Very, very nice. Did your boss get you that mug?”

“You need to leave,” and he sighs, but every action is gentle as he takes your arm, “what’s making you act so weird?”

Had anyone else been watching, they would have assumed the two of you were up to pure shenanigans. Midoriya yawns, eyes sleepy from his daytime nap as he trods towards the eating hall to peruse the options.

Midoriya hoped you weren’t genuinely upset about anything. Considering your demeanor and attitude, it seemed like something you would’ve liked, would’ve wanted. Maybe he went too far; it agonized him to think about it.

“Please, Shinsou! Don’t kick me out,” you’re grappling with his limbs, and you try to stand firmly, “you can’t treat a guest like this! I’ll make a scene!”

“You caused the scene!” 

The commotion is growing louder, making the green-haired boy’s head tilt because the voices sound too familiar. His feet turn right, heading towards the hall's entrance, and it’s unmistakable that you had been the feminine voice whining. 

“I know, but I had to do something!”

“Do what?”

Midoriya barely rounds the corner when you bend over, ass sticking up in the air, and plant a firm kiss on Shinsou’s lips. He doesn’t move but lets a soft groan slip as your hands trace the tops of his shoulders.

You’re crazy, he realizes. Just from watching you kiss Shinsou, he assumes he’s probably crazy, too, because it does nothing but make his cock throb. The two of you pull away, and you’re wiping your lips with the back of your hand. He wishes he could spy on what you were saying to him, using all your best tantalizing moves to keep Shinsou in a partial state of shock; you’re taking small steps back past the swinging door and nodding reassuringly.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah. I’ll see you…?”

“Uh-huh! Bye!”

Midoriya had ducked behind a wall, but your footsteps were growing closer and closer. Then, you’re a blur past him, but he can make out your face. It’s the face of sadism, of one that grins while you walk past him because you know that he knows you have the taste of Shinsou on your tongue and that you’re the one who gave him the bulge in his sweatpants. 

He quickly grabs onto your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

“Yes?”

“You know what you’re doing, right? Do you really wanna play this game?”

“What game?”

This will end with him fucking the shit out of you, and you know it. Midoriya feels his heart swell with dominance, pulling you closer so your hand can cup his cock in his shorts. He manually curls your fingers around his length, small puffs of air coming out of him as you submissively run your palm over the salacious hardness under his sweatpants. 

“I like when you touch me like that! Reminds me that even though you might go and kiss other guys….”

His hand brushes against your hip, thumb dipping just under your shorts and panties to feel the forbidden skin you hid from him.

“I just know that under these panties, you’re soaking.”

You feel relief that he doesn’t try to check because you know your hole is dripping and staining your cute pair of panties.

“I…”

Midoriya shushes you, an adorable smile on display as he firmly squeezes your ass cheek. He grunts as you put more pressure on his dick before taking your hand and squeezing it.

“Don’t talk. I just want you to think, cutie,” and he gets impossibly closer.

“Do you really think you’ll win?”

You don’t think you’ll win at all, and that’s the fun in it.

Midoriya sighs, feeling your hand stroke him over the fabric before breathing out and pulling away. He kisses your cheek, pointedly avoiding your lips.

“I’ll see you later.”

You’re left as shocked as Shinsou was.

-

“Have you noticed how often the kids have been hanging out together? I knew it, Kotoe. I knew they’d hit it off,” your grandmother smirks cockily, “where are they now, anyways?”

It had been true that you and Midoriya had been spending as much time as possible together since the Shinsou incident. It’s been a day since anything had happened, but you’d already shown your hand with tight workout shorts that cupped your ass perfectly that afternoon. You’d given your soon-to-be fling an eyeful, bending over with a sway in the hips so he could see the soft, tender flesh jiggle as you sweat all over yourself.

Even just your body seemed obscene, Midoriya couldn’t stop his eyes from tracking your hand towel as it dried in between the valley of your tits (that he wished so badly he could suck on) or when you took a heaving breath while wiping the sweat off from your forehead. Midoriya felt like a pervert; images of painting you in thick ropes of cum kept him hot-blooded.

“Oops, be careful!”

Midoriya wanted to push you, though. To really test your limits as far as teasing went. He’d tried all his best tips and tricks that he knew, but he wanted more. You saw it all, the thumb brushing his lip being the first strike of many. A hand on your thigh that every so often grew so close to your cunt before pulling away and giving you a wry shrug, “I just like having something to hold!”

Things like that.

“You look really good with cream on your face,” he hummed nonchalantly over a cup of hot chocolate.

“Huh?!”

He doesn’t even have the shame to pretend that he didn’t say what he said.

“I said, if you wanted cream on your face so bad, you should’ve just asked me instead.”

He’s even cocky enough to embellish a little. By dinnertime, you can’t stop wondering what his lips would feel like as he ate you like a man starved, slurping at your folds and tonguing you deep because he wanted to give you everything plus more.

Maybe he’d be willing to go a little further! If you could find somewhere private, maybe he’d cave to your soft eyes and alluring words. While your grandmothers choose what to eat at the bar, you’re busying yourself with tugging on Midoriya’s shirt sleeve.

“So…”

“So?”

“Um, do you wanna,” you didn’t start out too strong, but then he’s leaning in a microinch more and licking his lips, “wanna… find somewhere more private?”

The two of you aren’t being very inconspicuous, and your lips are parting for ones that don’t reach yours. A light laugh is heard beside you as your eyes flutter open. You frown.

“Private? Why would we do that?”

“Midoriya. C’mon,” you give a quick look at your surroundings and hope the elderly really are deaf, “we’ve been doing this, but what about a break? You know, I could help with what’s going on with you….”

He’ll give you one thing, you’re trying really hard. You look great, and he’s noticed the infrequent squeezing of your thighs. You’re probably dripping right now, all because he touched you a little and murmured about how much he wants you. 

“Baby,” and he pecks the knuckles of your hands, “it’s just not gonna happen, yet. You can be patient, right?”

Maybe you’ll explode, turn into flames and die of spontaneous combustion. This is torturous. Blasphemous.

“...But I don’t want to wait anymore!”

Then, a firm hand holds your face in his cheeks. Anyone could see you two, but Midoriya has the gall to grab your face and squeeze just a little. You’re mush, and you’re looking at him with starry eyes as he squishes your cheeks.

“Don’t make me have to really punish you,” and while he doesn’t sound threatening, you have half a mind to take him seriously.

Your face is released, and you almost want to grind down in your seat. Adjusting yourself, you pop a tater-tot in your mouth to try and distract yourself from your need. To your utter annoyance, the boy next to you elbows you.

“Besides, you already know that when we do fuck, you'll get everything you want, right? I haven’t forgotten about that kiss, I’m going to prove to you I’m better than him!”

He eats a piece of broccoli like it’s nothing, and you have to fight to hide your grin over your predicament. Midoriya gives you one last look. He fears the feelings inside him. Maybe he likes you like that. He settles to focus on his broccoli.

-

This game the two of you had been playing was getting rough. Time seemed to fly by, and suddenly you were looking at only a couple weeks left to stay with your grandmother. In turn, this meant that after these few weeks… what you and Midoriya had would cease to exist. You tried not to think about it.

Neither of you brought it up, but aside from every sexual advance, it seemed like the elephant in the room followed you wherever you went. Midoriya had started pulling your chair out for you, started to buy you gifts, and you suspected his soft touches were his biggest tell. Midoriya didn’t seem like the type to fight feelings, and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

Not because you didn’t like him, of course. You just didn’t know how to feel because you couldn’t fight these feelings if you tried.

“Do you wanna call me Izuku?”

“Huh?! Well, well, are you sure?”

“Yeah! We’re, um, we’re close, you know? So I don’t mind! I’d prefer it, coming from you,” it’s funny because the two of you are physically close too, essentially cuddling.

After familiarizing yourself with the entire facility, the two of you managed to find the ideal spots to hang out for some alone time! It was like walking a tightrope, was it going to be you who fell first when you sidled up real close to him? Or was it going to be him when he reached an arm around to comfortably hug your shoulder?

“Well, that does make sense! Okay, Izuku,” you wiggle your shoulders and say it so sweetly that he almost kisses you, “I like it! It suits you, at least when I’m saying it.”

You ham it up, stroking his cheek and murmuring his name like you’re a cheesy romance movie lead. He’s giggling as your hand brushes his sides to tickle him.

“Hey, come on! I told you something personal and now you’re going to tickle me?!”

“Of course I am! Don’t you know who I am?!”

It’s a blur, Izuku’s laughing and you’re telling him about the “tickle monster” that’d just appeared. Once coming down from the gusto of play fighting, something’s changed.

The two of you are stunned when you realize what has happened. Maybe it was Izuku’s fault for flying backwards or yours for following him diligently with wandering hands. The two of you seem to just fit, hips slotted against his own as you look down at him. You’d landed nearly perfectly in his lap, bated breath as both of you took in what it all meant.

“Oh, I know who you are.”

It’s tense.

“The tickle monster is going away, but you better be careful,” you say in a near whisper.

…It’s so tense.

“What do I have to be scared of? You’re just a brat.”

Your heart is beating, and this is too considering you’re chest to chest. Every touch, laugh, and first kiss replays in your memory like a flashback. The smell of anticipation hangs in the air, and you smile because this is finally it.

And he beats you to the chase, lips puckered as he finally kisses you with the passion of the first one after leaving you wanting for too long. He tastes like peppermint, and it’s so hot. Gasping breaths are taken; hormones at an all-time high because you can’t get enough of him now that you know he’s yours.

“Fuck,” he pants, “we can’t do it here.”

You’re still trying to mouth at his jaw, desperate to continue planting heated bursts of love across every inch of his skin. His hands come to your waist, and you’re frowning cutely as if your favorite toy was taken.

“If we’re quiet, no one’s even gonna come….”

Izuku’s nervous. He’s been waiting for so long. Hell, he has the most beautiful girl sitting pretty in his lap, eager to get naked, and yet he’s still hesitating. Your manicured nail tilts his head away from the double doors and back to your panting face.

“We don’t have to,” you say calmly, but you suddenly feel so vulnerable.

Suddenly Izuku realizes you’re about to slip from his grasp like melted butter. It all makes sense. 

“No. I’ll fuck you here! We just…need to be quiet, okay?”

“Okay!”

Both mouths go back to sliding against each other, and your teeth tug his lip just so see the redness bloom under the thin skin. All you can hear are the slick sounds of the two of you making out, and your hips start tilting into Izuku’s bulge before you can try to contain yourself.

“We should…” he seems to contemplate your position, “hm. Get on your back, baby.”

Honestly, the couch isn’t the greatest. The narrowness makes you nervous, but the strong arm that nearly lifts you onto your back gives you starry eyes; you can’t complain. One of Izuku’s legs supports him from the floor and for some reason, it all feels so intimate. The way you offer a shy smile and how he pecks your nose so sweetly you almost don’t hear it.

He holds himself up above you, and you can actually see his freckles up close now. He has so many, and each one is wonderful.

Then, his head dives down into the curve of your neck with the swiftness of a cheetah. His teeth graze your pulse point, your back arching and breath hitching as he suckles until a tender purple bruise appears.

“Izuku!”

His cock throbs at how you moan his name.

“Shh! I don’t want to have to keep you quiet, right? Ah…”

His hips grind into yours easily with a fervor that only comes from days of teasing and sexual repression. 

“Want you to take off my shirt, ‘zuku,” you mumble weakly, arms already winding around his neck for support as he dry humps you like a fuckdoll.

“Mhm, I will, I will! Just wanna feel you for a second; you’re so fucking warm.”

You’re soaking through your panties. He’s found a good angle, the two of you whimpering together as he mimics fucking you deep and slow. If he was inside you, you’re sure he’d be balls deep with your legs over his shoulders.

But there was no time, and you’re bringing him back to your lips with a twist. If you didn’t reign him in, you were sure the two of you would cum in your pants, and that wasn’t enough. His hand is brought to your chest, squeezing over the fabric so you can squeal in between his tongue that licks into your mouth.

“Play with my tits, only wanna feel you on me,” you can’t even stop talking when his hand travels under your soft cardigan to tug the cups of your bra down, “want you to be the only one that touches me like this.”

He’s transfixed, rough palm skirting over your nipple in a way that makes you shudder.

“You’re so sensitive…”

Your leg is pushed to the floor as Midoriya flips your skirt up.

“I knew it. You’re soaking from me. You’re telling me all these things, but,” and your chest is spilling out from your bra cups as he fully exposes you, “I knew I was yours the minute I saw you.”

If you weren’t in the process of tugging the boy’s mouth closer to your tit, you might’ve picked up on the near-love confession he’d murmured into the fat of your breasts. It’s so heady, so exhilarating knowing someone could walk in on your sticky thighs spread while Izuku gropes your chest.

“Mmph, Izuku! I need more.”

“I know, and we need to hurry this along too…”

It’s a regret he’s forced to pull away from your upper half. Markings dot areas all over your chest and he shudders with empathetic pleasure, knowing you’ll be walking around with skin he defiled is so deeply arousing. You’ll walk around after he stretches you with his pulsing cock, dragging you back onto him like you were made for it. No one would know a thing, and it makes Midoriya tug his belt off with a sense of urgency.

You watch carefully as his thick fingers make quick work on his belt. You can’t help yourself from letting a wandering hand stroke your soaked pussy, adding the slightest amount of pressure on your clit with slow, deliberate circles. His eyes catch yours and then your trembling hand. You feel caught, hand pausing while you turn cherry red.

“No, no. Why’d you stop? Keep going.”

He unbuttons his jeans, but his hands go to palm himself instead of sliding the zipper down like you want.

“Izuku?”

“Get yourself all wet for me, pretty. I wanna see how you touch yourself.”

It’s maybe one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard, and it’s even more attractive when a strong hand drags your hand down to your swollen cunt.

“Are you that bad at being good? You heard me.”

His voice has the same bite it always does. Friendly but in no doubt in charge. Your body temperature rises, and it’s almost embarrassing to get yourself off knowing he’s watching you like a hawk.

He even laughs when your hips jolt, “you can rub harder than that.”

“Why don’t you try?!”

The words don’t come out half as strong as you’d like. Rather, you sound pathetic because his groans are spurring your fingers to pull your panties to the side and actually touch yourself for real. The tips of your fingers are slick, and lewd sounds are echoing as you pump a finger into your gummy walls.

“I’m sure you’re just as good. I mean, you had every day to practice! Shit,” he sighs and dips a hand under his jeans, “wish I had time to use my mouth on you. I bet you taste so good, too.”

You spread your lips to expose your dripping hole, clenching around nothing and leaving a syrupy trail of wetness on your fingers. Izuku trembles, hand gripping the base of his cock as you nearly weep for him.

“I want you to fill me, Izuku. My fingers aren’t enough; I need you here,” and you lay a hand on your lower stomach, “wanna feel you here.”

After begging so cutely and winding yourself up so much that you’re nearly grinding onto the couch cushion, you hope it works. You even move to cup your breast for good measure.

“Don’t you wanna see how good I’d squeeze you?”

It hangs in the air for a moment before Midoriya nods hastily.

“Okay. Yes, okay!”

He digs through his wallet, pulling out a foil square and pushing his boxers down to alleviate the pressure bearing down at him. Sharp teeth rip the foil apart while you take mental notes on the boy before you.

It’s certainly not a disappointment! The mushroom head leaks precum like a fountain. Beading at the slit and eventually bubbling over, it’s so enticing that you’re willing to take him into your mouth just for one second.

Instead, you grab the condom with your hand, and both of you work together to roll it on. He hisses at the contact of your hand gripping his so you can’t help but give a tug just to hear him gasp.

“You’ll make me cum if you do that! Don’t,” he chuckles, swatting your hand away.

“Are you even gonna last more than a minute?”

“Will you?”

The two of you giggle as you maneuver yourself, spreading slick thighs and Izuku splaying your lower half against his. He hisses when his cock slides through your dripping folds, “I’m gonna love this pussy.”

“C’mon,” you whine impatiently, “you’re being unfair–”

He’d had enough of your needy voice, and Izuku could feel all his self-control melt away like snow. First, he pushes the tip in just to keep you quiet (and it works, just as he imagined.) 

“Ngh! Ah, wait! Wait, wait…” you’re suddenly about to topple off the edge of pure pleasure if not for Izuku holding your hand in his.

“I-I can’t! Baby, I need to be inside you. You can take it, right?”

He’s pushing his thick dick further in you, and your breath skips in your throat because he’s stretching you so good and making such sinful noises.

“There ‘ya go! There… fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Izuku has to force himself to think of other things, to not think of your drooling pussy taking him in like he belonged there. To not think of how you kept wiggling for more; you couldn’t get enough of feeling him hit that spongy spot that felt so good inside you. He hasn’t even started thrusting yet, just huffing expletives in your ear as he forces himself to not shoot his load too early.

You already look fucked out, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars in the sky for you. You’re looking at him like you love him, and he snaps his hips forward so hard you jerk upwards against the cushions. Soft hands fly to cover your mouth, and you look so pathetic trying to keep quiet as he carves a space inside you for him and only him.

  Quiet little “ah, ah, ah!” come out of you in bursts, utterly helpless to the fact that you must stay silent while Izuku pounds you into the worn couch of your grandmother’s retirement home. It’s debauched. It’s so fucking hot.

“I’ve wanted you since the beginning, hah. I was waiting for the right time,” he rambles, but his gaze is stuck on the way he slides way deep into you just to feel his heaviness drag against your folds till it’s just the tip. Again and again, and he’s nearly salivating with the froth you cream on his base, “and you look so pretty and I wanna do more, I–”

You realize he needs to shut up while trying to regain your own bearings. You’re still being vigorously fucked, and you can hardly get a word in with how he punches his cock just deep enough the graze your womb.

It makes you cry out because it hurts so fucking good, and Midoriya is quick shush you like a baby.

“Izu–oh, fuck! Izuku! Izu,” your hand cups his cheek to bring his lips against yours, effectively keeping him quiet.

The natural body weight of Izuku’s body excites your nerves so much that you feel on fire.

“‘M not gonna last long,” he gives a stuttering whisper and sneaks a hand between your bodies, balls slapping lewdly against your ass as he drills into you, “wanna get you off though, hm? Gotta make my pretty girl cum, right?”

He has no idea if he’s just muttering bullshit at this point, but it seems to work considering your increase in volume (something he can’t be bothered to fix.) Izuku wipes his hand on his shirt and rubs slow, small circles on your clit. It’s so methodical. It’s so targeted that you clench harder and harder.

“‘M gonna cum–gonna cream all over you,” your folds flutter so enticingly around him.

“You’re such a good girl, ngh! Cum around my cock; you deserve it..!”

You cum with a wail, no doubt soaking Izuku as he hunkers down onto you and grinds messily into you.

“W-Wish I could fill you up!! You’re so–so perfect.”

“Cum with me, ‘zuku,” you whisper as you comb your fingers through the sweaty hair stuck to his forehead.

Izuku muffles his groan into the crook of your neck, spilling his load in the rubber and sighing as the euphoria washes over him. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath, and you cringe at how the back of your shirt is stuck with sweat from your unexpected tryst. The boy on top of you can barely hold himself up, shaky hands tugging the condom off and tucking himself back into his jeans.

“Oh no!”

There’s a clear wet spot on his jeans, no doubt from barely undressing and thus spilling remnants of your cum together. Part of you wishes you could lick it off, and you have to shut your legs to keep your oversensitive clit from throbbing.

“Oh! That’s… okay. Um, is there a trash can near?...”

It makes you want to laugh at how he looks so boyish now in the post-coital glow. Adjusting your panties, after much deliberation of taking them off since they were soaked, you sit back and rest a hand on Izuku’s knee.

“I think there’s one right outside the main exit,” and then you’re leaning forward to kiss his nose, “...do you wanna go on a date?”

“You can’t say that while I’m still holding the condom that I just fucked you with!”

The two of you laugh before he softly kisses your shiny lips, “but okay.”

By next summer, your grandmothers are wondering how many kids the two of you will have.

[gretavanlace]

Little Comets

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, descriptions of parenthood, biting, breeding kink, praise, extremely slight degradation, etc

Thank you so much for this request! It was to die for, and I hope I did it justice! I know it kind of ventured away from your original vision, but sometimes they take on a mind of their own Xoxo 💋

Staring down at your slumbering daughter, snuggled into her soft, cotton, sleeper, tiny hands clutched into loose fists on either side of her perfect head, you wonder what you ever did to deserve the blessings you enjoy so very many of.

Resisting the urge to drift your finger through her downy curls - so much like her daddy’s - Karen’s voice sounds off gently in your mind ‘never wake a sleeping baby, there’s time enough to love them while they’re awake’.

Her rosebud-mouth sucks away on an invisible pacifier…the real deal having fallen away to rest against the crib sheet beside her.

You had fought Josh diligently on this front, worried about her teeth, but he had won, as he most often does.

“She’s a Kiszka,” He’d reminded you, swirling his palm in soothing circles over her back as she drooled adorably against his shoulder. “Our teeth are indestructible. Isn’t that right, baby girl? And so what if she needs braces? Uncle Jake had them,” he had crooned her like a song. “And so did uncle Sam, and even mommy.”

The memory makes you smile. She had been even tinier then…just weeks old. She’s celebrated a birthday, now. Pudgy, cookie-dough legs toddling her around like a drunken sailor as she chases after things she shouldn’t touch.

There’s a host of words she now babbles on a regular basis, with her strange infant inflection that both you and Josh can’t get enough of.

Her personality is big, and her heart is even bigger. Positively enormous. Her eyes carry far too much emotion for such a tiny package. You are simultaneously elated to see what is around the bend, and desperate to make time stand still…to keep her this small and protected forever.

She looks so much like him. Her cupid's bow lips could be his, merely miniaturized to fit her angelic face. Those silken curls, darkening a little each day to match his own. Her eyes, were she to open them right now, would shine back at you, identical in their chestnut hue and flashing curiosity.

Sometimes you wonder if she carries even a drop of your DNA, but you like that just fine. She is a beauty, inside and out, just as he is.

The house is quiet, aside from the miniature fan that is perched on the nursery dresser, whirring softly…white noise to help her sleep soundly. Defense against his natural tendency towards a bit of noise. A habit he can’t seem to break, even with a sleeping beauty under his roof, trying to chase fairy dreams.

It isn’t that he’s loud, he’s just Josh.

The intrusive urge to wake her is making your fingers twitch against the railing of her crib. You love the stolen moments in still of the night together and you long for a black veil to dramatically mourn those early months, when your nights were spent in the glider rocker waiting in the corner, quietly nursing her in what felt like a perfect slice of private heaven, cocooned together in the early hours when the rest of the world seemed to have fallen away.

Tomorrow morning, she’ll rise happily and throw you a radiant smile from her high chair while cramming bananas, mashed to bits in her fist, into her laughing mouth. And you love that too, you really do…but if you allow yourself to pine for the not so distant past, you can’t help the tears that blur your focus until you shake your head to rid yourself of them.

Had Neverland been real, it wouldn’t have been for the babes who never wanted to grow up, but for the mothers who wished to hold them in their arms forever.

You hear him coming up the hall, by way the soft patter of his bare feet against the hardwood, long before the quietest of taps on the open door turns you towards it.

“Is she alright?” He asks, carefully maintaining a whisper as his head tilts in question.

“Mhmm.” You smile, nodding as you turn from the crib.

“Is the monitor on?”

Again, you offer an affirmative little nod.

His eyes wander over the tops of your thighs as they peek out to say hello from beneath the hem of your t-shirt. “Come to bed, then, sweetheart. I’m lonely.”

He looks hungry, but you know him well enough to know that a midnight snack isn’t what he’s craving.

Following behind him as he slips out of the doorway, you steal one last glance at her cherubic face before silently stepping into the hallway to find him there, leaning against the wall, waiting for his girl.

“You look very pretty, you know.” He whispers, eyes tracking your face in the dark as if he’s afraid he might miss something grand.

“No.” You blush, running your fingers through your bed head in a futile attempt at smoothing away the tangles.

“Yes.” He corrects, effectively ending the debate with one word.

“Can you feel it?” He still hasn’t ventured forward.

“Can I feel what?” You remain rooted in place as well. That is, until he beckons you closer with a jerk of his chin.

You step into his space, and now his hands are skating across the outsides of your thighs. “That ache you love so much.” He whispers, running the bridge of his nose along your jaw, drawing your scent in way down deep. “The one that lives between your legs after you’ve spent the night with me inside you.”

A fluttery sigh wanders off your tongue. You can. You can feel it. That lovely, dull pulse that acts as a reminder. An X to mark the spot each time you move. You’ve never been able to get enough of the way it calls forth flashes of heart stopping memories with every step, every flex and twist of muscle, every breath, josh josh josh.

“Oh,” he raises his eyebrows teasingly. “She can feel it.”

“Now I want more.” You breathe, pulling his mouth closer to your throat, fingers wrapped around the nape of your neck.

He shivers with a moan much too loud for the relatively innocent manner in which you’re touching him, and you lean back to fix him with an inquisitive stare, your lips instinctively seeking out the tiny round scar that rests upon his cheek.

“I just,” he shakes his head and begins grinding his hips into yours. “Hearing you say that…I want more. I know it isn’t what you meant, but…”

His explanation only serves up further confusion on a silver platter of curiosity.

“Don’t you ever think about it?” He squints, pondering your bewilderment. “Having more? Babies?”

Oh. Oh. You do think about it. You just hadn’t really given much thought to the fact that you think about it.

With an aggressive edge brand new to the current vibe, he wrenches your body around and presses you up against the wall as the air rushes from your lungs.

He shoves your shirt over your head and lets it fall to the floor as his stare grows darker still at the sight of your tits. Bared and offered up to him like two lovely gifts. So full and perfect…but not as full as they were when you were nursing. When he’d steal nips of your sugar-sweet milk with a wicked desire painted across his expression.

“Wanna make another,” he confesses, choked and winded as his fingers sneak their way under your panties. “Wanna make you a mama again. C’mon, sweetheart, please…”

“Josh…” your hands are flat against his chest, trying so hard to be the voice of reason. Surely this warrants a real discussion. Of course it does. Certainly. But does it need one? You’re both deliriously happy. Healthy. Financially sound. There’s room in the house, and even more room in your hearts…

You feel dubious about it, though you aren’t clear on why. It seems right. More right than anything has since the first time you decided it was time. And there is a perfect, tiny, bundle of love and hectic madness resting just beyond the door that proves you’ve gotten this life thing on the money. Why should you worry? Simply because you’re supposed to?

His mouth is charting a warm path along your throat, murmuring indecent nothings into your tingling skin.

“So pretty. I’ve never seen you look closer to an angel…” his fingers, long and thick - curling and stretching just right - work away at you until you can feel your need dripping into his palm. “All round and full, fucking glowing. Here, take these off…”

He is frantic. Fighting to rid you of your panties, issuing instructions even though he is the one executing them. He’s nearly vibrating with feverish desire. Seemingly just as shocked as you…it seems to have come out of nowhere.

“Let me in, baby..” his teeth are searching across your shoulder, nipping and biting, tongue curling like he’s lapping at your clit. “Right here…spread your legs and let me in. I need it. I fucking need you.”

“Bedroom, babe…” you’re panting and arching away from the wall just to be a little closer to him.

“No.” His head shakes vehemently, forehead pressed heavily against your chest. “Here. Let me take you right here. Gonna fuck you full, sweetheart. Gonna give my girl another. You want that? You wanna make another with me? A hundred more? Tiny beams of light running all over the place like comets? Our very own andromeda of littles? A suburban pearl for each one strung around your pretty throat?”

He has this unmatched talent for turning everything poetic.

A grin that feels sexy, even to yourself, spreads across your lips “I would’ve thought we quieted this little kink of yours the first time around.”

He returns your smile through heavy, stuttering breaths as he tosses you this way and that, manhandling you into position, legs curled around his waist, grip tight around his shoulders.

“You should know better, sweetheart…” there’s that taunting lilt in his tone that sets you on blue flame fire from the inside out. “I’m never that easily satiated. I’m gonna keep you filled right up with babies for as long as you’ll let me. Barefoot and beautiful.”

“Gonna do it right now?” Your fingers have dug themselves down into his curls, guiding his mouth around until he is dragging the flat of his tongue over the column of your throat. “Right here up against this fucking wall?”

You two can come up with a hearts and roses story later…for now, fucking like you could tear each other to bits in the hallway will do just fine.

“Yeah,” you’ve heard the growl in his tone before, but only a time or two organically. More often, feigned on stage, but effective nonetheless. “Right fucking here…gonna make you mine again. Gonna fuck a baby right into my pretty little mama.”

He slams into you hard and fast, punctuating himself and robbing you of thought as a scream claws out of your throat on razor blades of lust.

“Shh…shut the fuck…” there’s that growl again as his palm clamps over your mouth and he quiets himself as well without finishing his thought, careful not to be too flippant with his words with you, always. Even in moments like these. “Don’t you dare fucking wake her up.”

“Say it.” You breathe after shaking his hand away, desperate for this uncharacteristic authority from your beloved, and notoriously tender, better half.

His eyes, savage and untamed in a way you’ve never seen them, dart to yours and then narrow fiercely. “Shut the fuck up. Do as you’re told or I’ll quiet you with a cock down your throat.” His words hiss out, venomous and drenched in domination that makes you want to swoon in all the ways you never thought you would.

Give you an apron and you’ll be happy to preen about for him as delicately as he pleases. Happy to wear that string of pearls he spoke of. Catering to his every whim. Pressing his shirts and preparing cocktails until he’s got those fuck me eyes fixed on you once again.

Yes, give me another… your heart purrs. I’ll give you babies. I’ll give you anything you want. Anything you need. It’s yours. The world is all yours. I’ll make sure of it.

He flashes the smallest hint of a wink and it bubbles a laugh out of you from way down deep. Who are these people? That wink seems to ask you. And yes, who are these people? Crazy with need and fiery passion, fucking up against the wall when your bed beckons, merely feet away, enormous and dressed in downy linens like drifts of snow.

He rolls his hips, pinning you against the wall - board and batten lovingly painted a luxe emerald green by your own hand. “So fucking tight…” his face buries its way into the side of your neck with a whisper of your name. Tiny gasps punch out of you with every heated thrust, calling back to him.

“Whose cunt is this?” He gnashes down into you and then pulls away, raking his bite across your flesh, leaving it burning, white hot.

“Yours, Josh…” you’re hardly lucid, lured into a daze, soft as a rag doll in his arms.

A feral grunt chokes out from behind his deliciously malevolent snarl when you clench your muscles, searing and soaked, around the length of him. Never, ever, leave, your body silently begs.

“Yeah,” he nods frantically against you. “Mine. My pretty little thing. My best fucking girl. Gonna fill you up, mama. You want that?”

“Yes!” You return his feverish nod. “Yes! Fuck, please, baby, please, please...”

His hand snakes down and opens up, unfurling out flat across your stomach, covering your womb protectively, as he softens for a moment. “Yeah? You want me right here? Inside? You and me?”

Another nod and a tightening fist in his hair is the only reply you can manage.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he licks a soft kiss into your mouth. “She wants to give me babies.”

“M’gonna cum…” it hiccups out of you. A slurred, nearly unrecognizable confession that might embarrass you if anyone, other than he, were to hear.

“Do it.” He pets at your face, thumbing away the sweat from your brow. “Cum for me so I can give it to you. Wanna give you another, sweetheart. We make ‘em so beautiful together.”

For all his ostentatiousness, he is reduced to a whiny, shiver of a moan when you squeeze around him, coiling tighter and tighter as you spill, like tiny, warm, rivers of primeval love, showering down…words not needed.

“That’s it…” it’s strangled, barely enunciated at all. “My girl. My good fucking girl.” He’s fucking you through it, talking you through it, carrying you along, leading you, loving you.

His cock - so perfect, so right - twitches and throbs furiously inside you where you’re snug and wet just for him. “Gonna make me cum, sweetheart. All those pretty sounds. Divine little cunt. Gonna fill you right up…tell me you want it, tell me you - fuck…tell me, tell me.”

He’s losing it in the way you love best, hands furiously needy, gripping and pulling at you. Heavenly ambrosia at his fingertips.

“I want it!” You pant, thrashing about until your head smacks against the wall and his hand cups around you, chivalrously watchful that it doesn’t happen again. “Inside, josh…I need it!”

It’s your begging for it that sends him sailing over the edge. You aren’t asking, you’re imploring, beseeching. And your confession, sincere and unashamed, of that requisite. He is weak for you. Positively helpless. You want him inside. You want this with him…this life - blurry with dreamlike love - you’re both cultivating together.

And he knew before…how he loves you. How deeply. How wholly and completely, and without condition. Even when he is angry, or annoyed with you, his devotion is starkly absolute. He would rip the heart from his chest if you asked to watch the way it beats for you.

He did, he knew before. He knew the moment he laid eyes on you…and here in this hallway it blasts him in the gut all over again. Shrapnel splintering out, sizzling through his veins.

Peaceful down to the quick, he is…but for you? To protect all of this? He’d turn into a very different man without a breath of hesitation.

He’d like to tell you these things, but as he spills inside you, he can scarcely handle the frayed I love you, that he avows, forehead pressed to yours.

In the end, it’s Josh that wakes her, by way of a harsh strike of his hand against the wall beside your head. A futile, thoughtless attempt at keeping quiet, that backfires.

You move to step away, to figure out how to right your disheveled self quickly, so she doesn’t feel alone, but he shakes his head, tucking himself away in his sweats.

“You go lie down.” He nuzzles into you, kissing the words up your throat with his fingers toying gingerly between your thighs. “Keep this where it belongs. Hips up, sweetheart.”

A sound of understanding shivers out of you as you watch him disappear into the bathroom for a moment to wash his hands.

When he steps back into the hallway, you’ve hurried off to follow his instructions.

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[wonik1ss]

౨ৎ The Enemy To Lover ! — winter kim

pairing — non idol!winter x reader song rec : xo call me - vcha & here we go again - jini ( 1.3k ) warnings ! none ᯤ ^ ㅇ ^ happy reading ! ⸝⸝・ᘏᘏ

prompt : on a fateful Wednesday afternoon 2 people cut ties with you. but with cupid on your side you have 2 different paths to take to hopefully get back together with these 2 people by Valentine’s Day end! val event !

Drip.. drop.. drop.. drip

“Could you seriously stop?”. You eyes wondered to the redheads. You nodded and started to tap your feet. Reason? Blood circulation. If the girl asked. You had just finnished auditioning for your colleges play. There was supposed to be a ‘after party’ which was really you all just going to Danielle’s house to eat snacks and pray you got your roles.

Two minutes after you left the school the red head did too. You pulled up your scarf around your neck and braced for impact.

“So who did you audition for?”. The girl scoffed and put went to get her air pods out of her coat pocket. Even her air was cold. Totally not because it was dead fuck in the middle of winter.. right?

“Yua”. You tilted your head up towards the girl. She sighed again and stared at you.

“I auditioned for Yua”

“Oh! I auditioned for Han-“. The girl nodded and then put in her air pods. Rude.

“Hm”

“Nothing sorry”. You bowed and you could see the girls tongue poking at her cheek. Rude bitch.

As you attend at the girl heels clicking like Dorothy you saw your actual Dorothy running up to you.

“Sorry we couldn’t get here fast we didn’t know we needed two cars!”. Danielle ran to hug you and bowed to the other girl. The perfect Dorothy. As you smiled at Danielle the other girl scoffed.

“Winter are you ok sitting in the back seat? Haerin couldn’t cause she’s claustrophobic”. Translation she had a fat crush on Dani. Being the cat girls bestfriend you but you cheek and pretend to look ate the snow.

“It’s fine..”

“Oh and you too Y/n! Sunoo said something about it messing up his face I don’t really remember”. You nodded and as the bubbly girl turned around you followed. Too busy looking at the snow fall you tripped on air. For like the fifth time this day. You felt a hand on your arm and as you looked up Winter let go. You hit your head on the cars window and Ning Ning grimaced as she opened the door.

“You ok?”

“Mhm”. With out even looking you knew she was rolling her eyes. That was only the first awkward interaction between the two of you. Yua and Hana were friends. Best friends infact. But Winter didn’t seem to get that after the fifteen times you ran over lines with her.

“.. let’s.. let’s try that again”. Bless Mrs. Joys heart.

“I heard she really pretty”

“But then one of the boys will snatch her up!”. You sighed. Again and again Winter gave you dry ass lines.

“Ok.. um.. take five kids! There’s some cookies in the back if you want some”. You nodded and watched as everyone went back stage. You sat at the edge of the stage, and played both rolls.

“You know you could just ask me to rehearse lines with you”

“Oh.. sorry.. do you wa-“

“Sure”. You gulped as Winter sat next you. She put her lines face down and her hand on your thigh.

“Do you think yin’s in love?”

“Why do you say that”. That wasn’t dry..?.

“The way she stares at him makes me sick but her.. I can tell she’s overjoyed.. to bad”

“To bad what..”.Closer… so close you could feel her breath on your skin.

“I.. I heard he.. gets around.. only likes her cause.. cause she’s new”

“Then we will protect her”. As Winter took her hand of your thigh the warmth and closeness left with it.. only for a second.

“But I’m like half his wait”. You laughed. This time Winter took her hand and put it under your chin.

“Repeat after me”

“Ok..?”

“Ofcourse your not gonna protect her”

“Of- hay”. Winter smiled as she went to pinch your cheek. Putting her hand under your pouting lips after.

“We just.. strongly disagree with any attempts she makes with him”. You nodded and started to look at the empty seats. Was that—

“Plus.. shouldn’t you be worrying about-“

“Oh stop!”. You shooed Winters hand away and she laughed.

“I know I’m working on it!”. Winter lifted her hand from beside yours and messed up your hair. Your cracked a smile and she did too.

“Can’t wait t-“

“Winter that was lovely.. the chemistry was great Y/n”. Mrs. Joy (she thinks using her first name makes her hip) grabbed both of your hands. Shaking winters more Joy playfully laughed.

“Why don’t you do that on stage?”

“The people I guess”. You didn’t miss the glance winter gave you before her face went stone cold again. After that she performed better but after she treated you were a fat piece of shit.

Now as your in your dressing chair you sighed.

“Can’t believe they cancelled the play and made it a ‘theater production’ cause they aren’t getting any hype anymore”. Yoon giggled as she applied some more mascara to your lashes.

“Translation Vice Principle A was made his daughter who got rigged in wasn’t getting any attention”. You giggled as Karina flicked Yoon’s head.

“She’s nice!”

“And can’t direct! She literally told me ‘do it again but like.. happier.. you know?’”. Yoon smiled as she sprayed setting sprayed and turned your chair to the mirror.

“Won’s just defending her cause she wants her sooooo bad”. Karina rolled her eyes and then ran out the trailer. Just then you saw a text from said girl ‘can anyone help me unpack the cameras? The rest left for break and I wanna make it easier on them”. You and Yoon looked at eachother and then burst out laughing.

“K I gotta go sneak into Won’s trailer to get that glitter she wears! It looked perfect on you and for Hana’s character!”. You nodded and then stared at yourself before. Then a wave of hair fell on your face. You tried to blow it up but it didn’t work. You heard a loud laugh.

“You watch too many romcom’s”. As winter approached you bit your tongue and tried to fix your hair. The girl put her head down on yours and you immediately stopped.

“You need help?”

“No..”

“If you go out like that you’ll look like that girl the crawled out of the tv”. As Winter mimicked the girl youlaughed. And she immediately stopped. She grabbed a brush and hair spray and got to working.

“You.. you ready for the change?”

“Ya if Miyoung finally lets Wonyoung direct”. You laughed and the girl patted your head.

“Don’t move your head to much unless I do it don’t wanna ruin your eyes”. You moved your eyes up and down and Winter burst out laughing.

“What you said don’t move my head!”. As Winter finnished she turned you around and stuck her tongue out. You tried to stifle a laugh.

“Wait..”. Winter then pulled out a silver locket necklaces and put it around your neck.

“Over heard Mrs. J saying they forgot the necklaces. Winter smiled as you looked up at her.

“Thanks”

“Not problem.. I’ll go now”. Before you could even speak you got alert telling you to get to set. Meaning your schools garden. After filming Winter was distant. The scoffs and eye rolling came back. As you went to your troller you saw a girl in an all pink uniform filling her nails.

“What is up with today? All these dumbasses fumbling I just can’t!”. The girl stood up and paved around the room.

“What-“

“I cupid! Name Wonyoung! You fumbled a really pretty girl now I make you got back in time and fix it! Or you will die alone sad and mad and bad!”. The girl pointed to herself and then pointed to two boys outside of your trailer. Through the window you saw them start to aggressively make out.

“Wo-“

“Yes or no?”

“Y-“. Snap.

Just like that you were back two weeks before you auditioned. In your room listening to laufey. You were gonna say ‘You must be crazy’.

[sweetheartmotives]

Spending Christmas with the yans!

Desc and possible Cw: Clumsy yan. None, wholesome wholesome wholesome! :3

Let me know if I missed any!

Micah, The yan Bartender: Micah was absolutely ecstatic about Christmas! They always over decorate (clutter their entire house with Christmas-related items) and it's a hassle to clean and put away when the holiday is over.

Beside that, Micah decided you two should make gingerbread men to go along with the little gingerbread house you made. It was messy yet fun, Micah made a little Kirby gingerbread man. Other than that, they bought you a bunch of expensive presents!

Jaakobah, Evil Yan Cupid: Jaakobah didn't know or really care for holidays besides Valentine's Day, but when you started decorating for Christmas, they got intrigued. You decided to have hot cocoa and watch a Christmas movie, not really expecting Jaakobah to care. But they did and they sat on the couch with you! It was a normal night, besides the annoying talking in your ear (Jaakobah).

Harper, The yan Eagle Hybrid: Another yan that didn't know what Christmas was! When they came up to their nest (the cave that's high in the sky), you were sad! After some pestering, you finally told them what was wrong. It was something along the lines of missing your family and wanting to be with them for Christmas. Harper was heartbroken but at the same time pitiful. Their mate is lonely and in need of comfort!

Harper decided to snuggle with you for the holiday. They can't do much else beside decorate the cave with leafs and red berries since you explained Christmas and what it's supposed to look like.

Damian, The yan deep diver: Damian was the one who came up with the idea of celebrating Christmas together. He bought and brought you new toys and treats as presents, he also tried to kiss you but obviously, you didn't let that happen. The bite mark on his cheek still hurts..

Taiyō, the Yandere Cafe Host: Taiyō bought you lots of expensive gifts as well! They decided to go look at Christmas lights on houses as a fun activity between you two.

Yumako, The yan magical girl: She was so excited for Christmas!! The Both of you went to multiple Christmas events on the 24th and after that, she brought you to her house to sleep over. When the both of you woke up Christmas morning, she made hot cocoa as you got comfortable. She handed you presents and watched you open them with a sweet and kind smile on her face. She also took lots of pictures! It's totally going in her album of you <3

Isla, the Platonic!Yandere witch: Isla doesn't celebrate Christmas but she'll drink hot chocolate with you and watch the Polar Express.

Kaan, the yan vampire: OH. MY. GOODNESS!! You jackpotted with them! They got you so many presents.. it took you 2 hours to open them all! Whatever you like and ever wanted, they got for you. They made a special dinner for you as well! It was so good... at the end of the night, they brought you (forced you) on their lap and cuddled you the rest of the day while listening to a creepy vintage song.

Tomen, the Clumsy Yandere: His stupid ass messed everything up. Burned the cookies, crushed the presents, etc.

Lelantos, the yan Stalker: They edged to your excited squeals of receiving presents. (presents from family, friends, etc!)

Apollo, the Yandere Otter Hybrid: They screamed with excited and pure glee at the mear sight of presents. Gifts?! From you?! What a wonderful day! They will remember and cherish this moment forever.

Yandere Arctic Fox Hybrid: Didn't do anything special for Christmas. But they bred you the entire day as a gift. 💀

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Pheeewwww! It's done! Yay! :D I hope everyone has a good rest of their day!

I hope you enjoyed reading as I enjoyed writing! (^.^)

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[bordysbae]

“why don’t you ever post me?” & “no need for attitude” with brendan

“valentines day”

brendan brisson x reader

warnings: little cursing

word count: 1.5k

brendan isn’t the type of guy to ‘only post hockey related things’ to his instagram, so you’d expect to be posted on his instagram feed more than just one casual appearance in a photo dump. although you guys have only been dating for 4 months, seeing his friends post their girlfriends and brendan hardly ever posting you, honestly made you really sad. you tried to talk to him about it once but he claimed that he doesn’t like posting too much and that he’d post you next time. and of course, there was no ‘next time.’

with valentine’s day being tomorrow, you couldn’t help but wonder if brendan would be posting you or not. “hi babe” he smiles as he opens the door. “hi bren!” you say, sliding past him into the house. “oh what’s up y/n! i didn’t know you were coming over.” matty says, appearing from the kitchen. “eh i thought i’d stop by. where’s your guys’ valentine’s day stuff? the house is so bland as always” you laugh, taking off your shoes. “you decorate for valentine’s day?! what are you cupid or something?” matty chuckles. “yes i do decorate, and clearly you guys don’t. anyways, i made heart cookies for you guys” “fuck yeah! thanks cupid! i’m definitely calling you that now” matty laughs, taking the plate of cookies from your hands. “yeah dude, she’s fucking obsessed with valentine’s day. even though it’s like the second most irrelevant holiday” brendan chimes in, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “what’s the first most irrelevant?” you question. “st. patrick’s day” “brendan, i swear to god if you aren’t wearing green i’m gonna pinch you” you say, hitting his chest playfully. brendan bursts out laughing, “y/n you’re such a child, now cmon let’s go upstairs” brendan says in between laughs. “yeah but you love it” “i do?” “shut up brendan!”

as you guys are laying in his bed, you can’t help but feel bad. you always tell each other when you’re upset, and knowing you’re hiding your emotions from brendan is making you feel even worse. “hey bren?” you say softly, your head still on his chest. “hm?” he hums not looking up from his phone. “can i ask you something? and please don’t get mad.” this catches his attention and he puts his phone down, resting it on his thigh. “what’s wrong? you’re scaring me” he chuckles nervously. you sit up and look at him with soft eyes, afraid of his reaction to your question. “um, so this is going to be our first valentine’s day together and i know you don’t like posting much on instagram but like, i dunno, i was just wondering if you were gonna post me?” you say, fidgeting with your fingers. “oh uh i hadn’t really thought about it, but like yeah sure i guess? i mean the guys will give me so much shit for it though so like, can i post it on my close friends story? also so the fans don’t like attack you or anything” he shrugs. “what?” you blurt out, stupidly shocked by his answer. as much as you wanted him to say something along the lines of ‘of course i’m gonna post you, no need to ask!’ you knew going into this he was going to say something stupid.

“what do you mean what? i said yes, isn’t that what you wanted?” he says snappily. “i just didn’t expect it to be on your close friends story, i always post you on my public story..” you say, lowering your voice towards the end of the sentence. “well you have like eight hundred followers not twenty thousand! jesus christ y/n you ask me to post you and then complain about me doing so?” he scoffs, and this angers you. “jesus bren, no need for attitude. i’m not about to argue with you over this, i’m going home. if you care so much about what the boys think of you posting your girlfriend, then maybe you shouldn’t have one!” you exclaim, climbing off of his bed and slamming his bedroom door shut. you quickly rush down the stairs, and quickly slip on your shoes not even tying them fully. “y/n whats going on?” matty says from the couch, genuine concern in his voice. “i’m going home, that’s what’s going on. enjoy your fucking cookies!” you yell the last part so that brendan can hear you. “y/n cmon-“ you hear brendan say from the top of the stairs as you make your way out the door, closing it before he can finish.

you get into your car and drive down the street, before pulling into a semi empty parking lot, trying to gather your feelings. you have no idea wether you and brendan are still together or not, and it’s already haunting you.

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brendan’s pov:

i never realized how stupid it sounded until she repeated it back to me. “if you care so much about what the boys think of you posting your girlfriend, then maybe you shouldn’t have one” the words pierced my heart as they spat out of her lips. i didn’t even realize how dumb i sounded, saving myself from a few taunting comments from my friends, instead of treating the best thing to come into my life with the love she deserves.

i’m in utter shock watching her leave my house. matty looks up at me from the couch. “the fuck is her deal?” matty chuckles, making my blood boil. “nothing matty, its not her fucking fault so don’t talk about her like it is!” i shout at him, instantly taken back by my own words. “yo dude chill out. what the hell just happened?” he asks. “i don’t even know matty. its alll my fault” i say, trying to hold back tears. matty walks over to me and meets me halfway on the stairs, pulling me into a tight hug. “wanna talk about it?” “yes please.”

he sits me down on the couch and i explain everything. he looks at me with pity. “look man i agree, it is your fault. but that doesn’t mean i won’t help you. i think you should give her space, but at least just text her asking if you guys are still together. valentine’s day is tomorrow briss, you gotta fix this sooner than later” he says patting my shoulder. i listen to his words and text her.

me: are we still together?

y/n <3: idk, do u wanna be?

me: yeah.

y/n <3: then we are, sorry for lashing out at u

me: you’re sorry? y/n stop it, I’M sorry. can i come over, i wanna apologize in person

y/n <3: yeah sure i guess

immediately i bolt off of the couch, startling matty. “i gotta go man, cya” “where are you going?” “y/n’s house. i’m getting her flowers on the way there” “oh, okay.” matty says slightly confused.

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no one’s pov:

as you open the door, your puffy eyes are met with brendan’s bloodshot eyes and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. “brendan you didn’t need to get me anything” you say, letting him into your apartment.” “it’s the least i could do. y/n i’m so fucking sorry.” “brendan its-“ “no no no it’s not okay. let me finish” he says, as you take the bouquet into the kitchen.

“i’m so stupid y/n. i was too embarrassed to get taunting comments made by my friends than to post the one girl i love most. i hate myself for it, and i never even realized how stupid it sounded until you repeated it back to me. i promise im not embarrassed of you, and the thought that you may think that genuinely makes me sick. i know i let you down, and i don’t think i’ll forgive myself for that.” he sighs after finishing his ramble. “brendan you didn’t let me down. i mean yeah it doesn’t feel good to not get posted by your boyfriend, but i promise you didn’t let me down. i love you brendan, and i know how the boys can be. you’ve told me before that you always feel like a punching bag to them, so i don’t blame you for putting a guard up, i just wish it wasn’t a guard over our relationship. i know we can work through these problems, and i just want us to have a good valentine’s day together” you smile at him. his eyes go soft, and he immediately leans in to kiss you. your guys’ lips melt against each other, and you feel the love. honestly, you think this is the most meaningful kiss you’ve ever had, and so brendan thinks so too. “i swear i’m gonna marry you one day.” he says as he kisses the top of your head.

the next morning you wake up to not only a story post, but also a 10 slide photo dump with a thought-out caption. the photo dump contains pictures you guys have taken together, stupid little videos of you, and lastly a photo of brendan kissing your temple as you slept. your heart feels full as you read the caption he wrote for you. ‘happy valentine’s day to my amazing v-day obsessed girlfriend. thank you for coming into my life, i love you.’ “god i love valentine’s day” you say to yourself.

[w3w]

Christmas ID Pack

🎄 ꒱ Names

apricity, ashton, blitz, bob, carol, charlie, christmas, cindy, cocoa, comet, cupid, felix, ginger, holly, icie, iverno, ivy, keito, martha, matty, maxwell, natalie, nativity, navidad, noelle, oliver, richie, rudolph, santa, snowdrop, vixen, winter

🎁 ꒱ Pronouns

bau / bauble, be / bells, candy / canes, che / cheer, choco / chocolate, christ / christmas, co / coal, co / cocoa, co / cold, com / comfort, cook / cookie, egg / eggnog, fam / family, fire / place, fri / friends, gi / gift, gift / giftwrap, ginger / gingerbread, holi / holiday, hol / holly, hot / chocolate, ice / icicle, jin / jingle, kind / kindness, lau / laugh, lo / love, mi / milk, mistle / mistletoe, pre / present, rein / reindeer, share / sharing, slei / sleigh, snow / snowflake, snow / snowman, sno / snowy, sta / star, stock / stockings, tre / trees, warm / warmth, wrea / wreath, x / xmas

🎄 ꒱ Titles

[x] who fills stockings, [x] who deserves coal, [x] who watches the snow with a cup of hot chocolate, the merry gift giver, [x] with a cloak made of snow, [x] who rides santa's sleigh, [x] whose way is guided by [the stars/a star], the giftwrapped joy spreader, [x] who builds gingerbread houses, the landlord of gingerbread estate, [x] who neatly decorates the tree, [x] who rushes downstairs at the earliest time possible, [x] who hides from the cold near the fireplace, [x] who loves the christmas vibes, the bringer of all-year excitement, [x] who leaves out milk and cookies, [x] formed of a thousand paper snowflakes

🎁 ꒱ Genders

🎄emojic, chrilinoir, chriscentic, christeriumgender, christmasgender, christmaspupic, cocoatic, dischrilightan, exciventic, gendermerry, genderxmasgift, reinchristmasic, winterxmasic, wreathgender

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Cookie's 18th Birthday Bash Writing Challenge Prompts

> Cookie's Writing Challenge Event Rules

September 15: Sweets

September 16: Sunflowers

September 17: Rest

September 18: Excitement

September 19: Animals/Zoo

September 20: Games

September 21: Beach/Sea

September 22: Physical Touch

September 23: Travel/Adventure

September 24: Home/Safe haven

September 25: Ducks

September 26: Pictures

September 27: Book/Story

September 28: Myosotis

September 29: Cats

September 30: Fashion/Clothes

October 1: Autumn

October 2: Music/Sing

October 3: Comfort/Sick Day

October 4: Forest

October 5: Puzzle/Mystery

October 6: Stars/Moon

October 7: Curious

October 8: Foxes

October 9: Quality Time

October 10: Yellow

October 11: Chocolate

October 12: Hibiscus

October 13: Magic

October 14: Exams

October 15: Picnic

October 16: Movies

October 17: Ice Cream

October 18: Surprise

October 19: Thrill

October 20: Lazy Day

October 21: Paint

October 22: Science/Facts

October 23: Doodle

October 24: Beloved

October 25: Lullaby

October 26: Mischief

October 27: Snacks

October 28: Dancing

October 29: Kiss

October 30: Fireflies

October 31: Boo!

November 1: Camping/Bonfire

November 2: Connection

November 3: Fangirl

November 4: Troublemaker

November 5: Fate

November 6: Date

November 7: Coffee Shop

November 8: Strawberries

November 9: Dear

November 10: Promises

November 11: Daydream

November 12: Pajama Party/Sleepover

November 13: Friendship

November 14: Letter

November 15: Cupid

November 16: A Night Out

November 17: Rainbow

November 18: House

November 19: Rings

November 20: Laugh

November 21: Secret

November 22: Time

November 23: Fireworks

November 24: Snow

November 25: Smile

November 26: Vacation

November 27: Alcohol

November 28: Knight

November 29: Portal

November 30: Flight

December 1: Hopeless Romantic

December 2: Quirky

December 3: Special

December 4: Future

December 5: Sunshine

December 6: Spring Day

December 7: Sparkle

December 8: Cuddle

December 9: Hot Chocolate

December 10: Garden

December 11: Eyes

December 12: Sunrise

December 13: Bet

December 14: Invitation

December 15: Gifts

December 16: Roses

December 17: Gratitude

December 18: Growth

December 19: Reunion

December 20: Memory Lane

December 21: Family

December 22: Escort

December 23: Responsibility

December 24: Candles

* Please use the tag "Cookie's 18th Birthday Bash Writing Challenge" if you use the prompts in this prompt list. Thank you!!

[apoptoses]

A secret santa fic written for @kf-tea! Happy holidays, I hope you enjoy it ♥

“Daniel.”

“Hm?”

Daniel fishes in his coat pocket, feeling for a pack of cigarettes he swears he bought when they left the city. The heat is on inside the trans-am but it’s not enough to keep his toes from going numb in his boots, not even after being in the car for-

Two hours? Three? Daniel has lost count. He’s not even sure where they are now, they’ve been down so many suburban back roads; crawling through neighborhoods where all the houses look the same. Split level homes tossed up in the 60’s, half brick, half new fangled plastic ‘siding’. All of them strung with lights to some degree. Armand has had him driving in circles since the sun went down. What he’s looking for, Daniel doesn’t know. Doesn’t know if he cares, really. After seeing the fourth house strangled by candy colored lights they all start to look alike.

They could be home where it’s warm, listening to Bing Crosby on the record player. Could be baking cookies Armand can’t eat, could be horsing around in the snow one last time before this move to Miami Armand keeps muttering about. Could be doing something, anything they haven’t done together before, because fuck, how many more Decembers does Daniel have left and-

Daniel’s heart creeps up into his throat. Anxiety gets a choke hold on him, mingles with exhaustion and makes his fingers fidget on the wheel. He taps out an irritated tune.

If Armand notices he doesn’t give any sign. There’s no telltale tingle at the back of Daniel’s mind that he gets whenever he fishes through his thoughts. He’s too absorbed by the lights.

Or maybe he doesn’t care. The thought floats up in Daniel’s brain and causes his heart to dip down into his guts..

“Where the fuck did I put my smokes,” he mutters.

Beside him Armand stares out the windshield; auburn curls awash in red, then green, then yellow. The colors flood the hollows beneath his eyes, the dimple above his cupid’s bow. It makes him look innocent. Eerie. He blinks, slow and mechanical, and produces a pack of Camels from the pocket within his jacket without even looking down.

“You left them on the counter at the gas station,” Armand explains. “How do they work?”

Daniel mumbles a thanks and knocks a cigarette from the pack. He glances up at the lights, colors chasing each other round and round the roof, and shrugs.

“I dunno, I never really paid attention in science class when we got to the part about circuits and electric. Anyways, you’re older than the light bulb itself, you should be the one telling me,” Daniel says.

“I’m immortal, Daniel, not omnipotent.”

[AO3]

[issie-https]

Valentine

Izzy Stradlin X Reader

A/n: First one shot!! Hope y’all enjoy! Also, I’m so excited to see 5sos later this year which is why I chose this song❤️ We’re also gonna pretend it existed in the 80s. Link to the song is above❤️

Word count: 800

Warnings: Fluffy Izzy🫣🤭

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“Jeff? Where is my red dress?” I shouted to my roommate. I was meant to be getting ready for a date with a guy Axl had set me up with but, for some reason, my dress I had bought was missing. “It’s not in your closet?” He replied with a smirk evident in his voice. “Obviously not, dummy,” I rolled my eyes. “Well I guess you can’t go on that date then,” he said, coming into my room with a grin on his face. “Jeff, please. It’s not important to me but to Ax,” I whined. “How many times have I told you you don’t have to please him. Just stay home with me, we can watch cheesy movies, eat shit food that will shorten our lifespan and cuddle. Please,” he asked, looking me in the eyes. “Jeffery Dean Isbell, give me that damn dress,” I gritted my teeth at him. Yes, he’s putting up a good offer but he’s also pissing me off. “Nope, if you can find it, you can have it,” He smirked. I rolled my eyes, looked at him and made a beeline for his bedroom on the other side of the house. Just as I was about to reach the door, he caught me and slung me over his shoulder. “JEFF! PUT ME DOWN!” I shouted. “No,” he simply replied. That really is his favourite word. He carried me downstairs to the coat and shoe cupboard and shoved me in there. “You can stay locked into there until you agree to stay home with me,” he insisted. “Izz, this is imprisonment. ITS ILLEGAL!” I screamed the last bit, pounding on the door. “Do I look like I care?” He stated. “I don’t know. There’s a door in the way of your face,” I retorted. “And it’s going to stay that way and locked until your little lover boy arrives here and I tell him you’re not home. Or, you can tell him to not bother coming because you’ve changed your mind,” he rambled. “Get me the damn phone then,” I gave in.

I called my date and told him that I’m not very well and he should find someone else to take out, satisfying Izzy. “Happy, Cupid?” I sneered. “More than happy, Santa Claus,” he laughed. “How am I Santa?” I protested. “Look in the mirror,” he said. I stood up, looked at my reflection and say that I had a milk moustache and the cookie in my hand just added to it. “Oh,” I laughed, sitting back down on the sofa. We had a record playing in the back while we were playing poker -our only bets being food and truths - so far, I had won 2 rounds and Izzy had won 5. Not that I’m bad at poker!

Just as we were about to deal the cards for the next round, my favourite song on the record came on. “I love this song!” I exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa and started dancing around the living room. I spun around, jumped about and walked back over to Izzy. “Dance with me,” I said, holding my hand out to him. “No,” he simply replied. “Too bad, because I wasn’t asking,” I said, yanking him up off the sofa. I resumed dancing around and he just stared at me. I could feel his eyes watching me. “What?” I questioned. “You’re adorable,” he replied, walking over to me. He turned me to face him, placed his arms around my waist and I put my arms around his neck while we danced around together. “Jump,” he blurted. “What?” I said, confused. “Jump, I wanna hold you,” he stated simply. I jumped up and he put his arms just under my ass, holding me safely. He started spinning us around and jumping about, slightly mocking me. “Careful, you’re gonna drop me!” I laughed. “You’ll be fine,” he laughed back. I looked into his eyes and he stood still, looking back into my eyes. We both leaned in, our lips joining in a needy, passionate kiss. We both pulled away, being starved for air. “We just kissed,” I confirmed. “That we did. There’s a reason I didn’t want you to go on that date tonight, Y/n,” he said. “Because you want to kidnap me and murder me?” I joked. “Don’t be a mood killer, you little shit. But no, I wanted to ask you something,” he said. “Okay, ask away,” I smiled at him. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, like it was the last thing he’d get to say. “I- Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend, you weirdo,” I smiled. We kissed again, and again, and again. “God, I’ve waited for this,” he smiled against my lips, carrying me over to the sofa. “Me too,” I replied.

[casimirt]

CAN WE PLZ HAVE MORE INEFFABLE HUSBANDSSSSS? Maybe like a silly little goofy one if you havent done that already?

Hahah for sure, I'm so happy people are enjoying these!

Dear Readers,

This one is called The Nanny.

The young master Warlock was an unusual child. Not because he was the son of Satan, or the son of an American diplomat, but because he was raised by his gardener and his nanny.

The pair in question went together as well as oil and water, and often confused the poor lad to the point of a tantrum. But, he was loved, and fed, and kept alive nonetheless.

Nanny Ashtoreth was a harsh woman, in both looks and attitude. Her tall, slender form often reminding Warlock of a spider. And Brother Francis the gardener, who he often caught staring at Nanny, said they should respect all living creatures. Even the arachnids.

Nanny was also a classy woman, and would often remind him of such. She wore long dark dresses, even darker shades and often had a hint of red somewhere on her outfit. She did however like to mingle with 'the lower class' as Warlock was told, and she spent a fair amount of time teasing and whispering with Brother Francis.

He was a stout man with somewhat of an unfortunate face. But as he would tell you, it's what's on the inside that counts. Nanny Ashtoreth said you could find out if that's true, by cutting someone open. Warlock had never liked that idea much, and neither had Brother Francis.

Warlock, like many young children, had a lot of questions about life and about love. He was often sat between Nanny and Brother Francis, who would give him sage advice on their two opposing views of the world. It typically started with a bit of light teasing and flirtation, and ended with Nanny hissing and Francis trying not to swear. If he was honest with himself, he had his suspicions that they secretly liked each other. So secretly that they'd rather chew a cyanide capsule or have their teeth pulled before they admitted it. But, deep down, deep, deep down they had some strong connection.

Most days the three of them would walk the gardens together, discussing the literal birds and bees; and in one awkward occasion, the metaphorical. Over the years Warlock was privy to the slow but budding romance between his two mentors. From the flowers Brother Francis would grow and then pick, to the cookies and cakes Nanny Ashtoreth would bake. Needless to say they were an odd couple, but a sweet one all the same.

As the young son of Satan, and son of an American diplomat grew, he became more aware of and more meddlesome in their relationship. Often acting as cupid or some other romantic messenger between them. From passing notes, to 'parent trapping' them when the situation allowed.

Once he even got them to sit through a full date before they realised just what it was. Warlock had said he'd meet them both under the willow tree and upon the picnic blanket for lunch. It was only after they had eaten half the food shared the bottle of wine, that they had realised this lunch was not intended for a 9 year old boy.

Nanny had given him a stern telling off and a slap on the wrist after that little stunt, and Brother Francis and stood there hands on hips as she did so. Hmm, perhaps allowing them to get close and gang up on him wasn't a good idea after all. It was a while before he tried to set them up again, and this time he planned to be more careful about it.

The opportunity presented itself when a painter came to give the pool house a fresh coat of paint, and allowed young Warlock to help. This meant Nanny Ashtoreth had to be outside to supervise, and it then meant Brother Francis wouldn't be far behind.

The painter was about a quarter way through the job before he started paying Warlocks' Nanny a fair bit of attention. She was sat on the garden wall, with a black lace parasol shielding her from the sun. Warlock was busy on the far side of the pool house, writing crude words in white paint. Brother Francis, who had spent the past half hour trimming the same hedge, was watching with a scowl upon his face.

Being a tall, dark and mysterious woman, Nanny often caught the eye of many gentlemen that visited the estate. So much so it rather bothered Brother Francis, and he always made sure to have an excuse as to why he was hanging around.

Warlock, now bored of his painted profanities decided to stir the proverbial pot. He glibly mentioned to the gardener that the painter had a crush on the nanny, and that it might well be reciprocated...

Bradley, as the tradesman was named, had complimented Nanny multiple times on her clothes. Including her darkened sunglasses covering most of her face. She was a severe looking woman, but that was just what Bradley liked. He had liked it even more when she had abruptly, and rather rudely, shut him down when he suggested she remove said glasses to show him her face. Something about the hissed tone to her voice told him he had better drop the subject. Bradley had continued painting and Nanny had continued watching. So did Brother Francis.

Brother Francis in his distracted and flustered state, accidentally trimmed more than he intended off the hedge in front of him. He composed himself, as to not make any more mistakes, and turned to young Warlock.

"Young master Warlock, of course the painter likes Miss Ashtoreth! She's a very-"

He paused and thought carefully about what to say next. After all, he couldn't have his young charge knowing how he really felt! The young charge in question didn't need words to know how Brother Francis really felt.

"-Captivating woman. And it's not up to me to tell her who she should or shouldn't talk to."

He then muttered something under his breath about wishing it wasn't the painter, of all people. Collecting up the flowers he had accidentally cut from the hedge in his frustration, he tied them in a red ribbon that seemed to come from thin air.

With a pat on the head and the promise of payment later, he handed them off to Warlock to deliver. The dark haired boy made a b-line for his Nanny Ashtoreth, who seemed bored by the painter's constant nattering. She didn't much care for uninteresting conversation. And, if she was going to accept praise and flattery from anyone, she'd rather it be from the gardener...

Warlock ran up to her and dropped the bundle of neatly tied flowers in her lap, earning a curt smile. She already knew who they were from, and she already knew why. Shooing the child away, she carefully drew a single flower from the bunch and tucked it behind her ear. Thankfully the shade from her parasol masked the colour of her crimson cheeks.

[livealittleoc-cb]

Happy Birthday King of Hearts! ❤️

CW: pictures containing food!

It was the day! Cupid's birthday!

Emilia had been tasked by Dionysus and Jay to keep Ace out of his house for the day till they were done with what they were planning. She happily took him around, bought him whatever he wanted and just straight up spoiling him. "Mom! Please!" Ace whined joking slightly as she bought him his fourth set of nice rings.

"What! I'm not doing anything~ Just getting the best for one of our babies~" She said with a smile and giggle. They stopped by Leo's place since he had a gift for him, which was a a necklace with a Cupid's bow. He gave him the biggest hug and giggled as he fondly looked down at the necklace. The next stop was Jooheon's place, who gave him a box of stars, star dust and galatic dust that he wanted for some projects he had in mind. Ace squeals, hugs him close before rabbling a little about the projects he had in mind. Lastly was Diego's house, the boy gave him a jar with a storm cloud in it, remembering that Ace was curious if you could put a storm in a jar.

"You can~" He said as he handed the jar to the younger. Ace giggled and thanked him, giving his best friend a good squeeze before they started heading to his house. Ace and Emilia blasted music in Emilia's car, dancing around and laughing until they got to Ace's house. Once there Em gave him a peck on the cheek and he gave her a tight hug.

"Have lots of fun baby! Today is your day, don't let anyone ruin it." She said and smiled and nodded quickly before going to the door. He texted Jay, letting her know he was outside and that whatever they were doing better not have broken one of his walls. As he started to unlock the door and heard shuffling and shushing. He raised a brow as he walked carefully into his living room. When he looked inside he took a minute to process everything.

There was pink and white balloons everywhere, some heart shaped some normal balloon shaped. There was silver confetti on the ground and a nice table all decorated in front of a wall. There was a red velvet cake, his favorite kind of cake, in the middle with the words 'Happy 24th Birthday King of Cards and Spades'. The lights were off and the candles on the cake were lit. His eyes watered as he saw some gifts and more decorations as he kept looking around. He covered his mouth as the two important people in his life step out, smiling and holding items in their hands.

He sniffled as he stepped closer to them as some tears fell. "For me?"

"Of course for you sweets." Dionysus said with a smile as he stepped forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. Ace smiled as he sniffled and wiped his tears smiling up at the older man. "Thank you, love." Jay gagged next to them.

"You lovebirds, disgusting." Ace giggle at his long time best friend and turned to her. He gave her the biggest hug almost knocking down the things out of her hands. He pointed at the bags and boxes on the table and then the stuff in their hands.

"What are those?"

"Oh those on the table are stuff from your family, Jay's family and some of the gods. These are your gifts from us." Di said as he motioned to everything. These were one of the few years that Ace got spoiled by so many people, he was used to Jay spoiling him to death especially on his birthday.

"You really didn't have to-" Jay pressed her finger to his lips and shushed him.

"Shushhh shushhh just take it~" She grinned as he giggled and took the box and boquet from her hands.

"Oo~ New flowers? What are these?"

"Ghost Flowers! They're created from the touch of a special kind of ghost, they took me ages to find!" Ace smiled as he open the box and gasped.

"You made me my favorite cookies too!" He bounces and hugs her again pressing a friendly kiss to the top of her head. "Thank you so much cupcake!" Jay just smiled and nodded as she let Di step up and hand Ace his gifts.

Di handed him a bag and a bit of a big box. Ace looked at Di than at the bag and box. Di laughed and shook his head at Ace's antics.

"Just open it love." Ace nodded with a little giggle as he looked into the box. He lightly gasped as he pulled out the platform sneakers and looked at Di with puppy dog eyes. "I know you've been wanting a new pair of shoes and I saw these when I was walking outside and I thought they would look perfect with your other gift." Ace's eyebrows raised as he looked through the bag and made some sounds not being able to word how happy he was. Di laughed and kissed his forhead. "I also know you wanted to try something in a different style then what you normally do." He said smiling down at Ace who bounced.

"Thank you so much both of you. I love and appreciate you both so much!" He said as he couldn't stop smiling, he was so happy in this moment. Happy enough that his normal little hearts appeared around him. Di smiled big at his lover's happiness as he softly cooed at him.

"Don't thank us justttt yet! There's two things we have left!" Jay said as a big grin spread on her face. Ace looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"I know that look. What did you do?" Jay gasped dramatically and put her hand on her chest.

"I don't know what you mean?"

"When I was turning 10, you were 6, I told you I wanted a bouncy house and you went out and sold literally eveything you could to save up money. Then when you didn't have enough you asked for extra chores from your dad and my mums so they'll pay you more." Ace said as Di's eyebrows raised.

"But she didn't manage to get the bouncy house, right?"

"She did." Di looked at Jay with wide eyes as she just turned her head away whistling and shaking her hands.

"Anyway this isn't Expose Ari Day! It's Cupid's Birthday!" She said as she lightly grabbed Ace's wrist. "Let's go! Let's go! It's something you've been wanting for ages!" She bounces as she dragged him. Di laughed as he took the gifts and put them down carefully as he followed behind the two. Before they fully got out Di wrapped a blindfold around Ace's eyes.

"This is both scary and kind of kinky." He muttered as Di started to laugh hard helping Jay lead him out to where his present was.

"Okay, so you know how you've wanted a new car for ages." Ace nodded his head. "So Di and me thought it through and both pitched in for..." As Jay talked Di slowly let the blindfold fall off and that's where a pink Cadillac stood proudly. Ace gasped and froze as his hand came to cover his mouth.

"You guys did not." He walked up to the car and lightly touched it. He walked around and looked at every detail, more tears streaming down his face then when he first got here. "You even got it custom made like I told you." He said voice shaky as he looked at his best friend who nodded with a proud smile.

"Duh, only the best for the man in my life." Ace laughed as he shook his head and sniffled. He look looked at the two of them with happy eyes his irises turning the brightest of pinks.

"That brings us to our last and final gift for today." Di said as he held up the keys for Ace to take. "Spa day~" he grinned while Ace perked up with a gasp as he looked at the two.

"Really!? You both never like spas!"

"Just for you we decided to go." Jay said as Di nodded along.

"I also have a dinner planned for us later tonight." Di said with a big smile as Ace seemed to start vibrating happily.

"OKAY LET'S GO THEN!" He squealed as the dragged the two to the car, opening and sitting in the drivers side with a little wiggle dance."

"Here." Jay said as she pulled out a pair of heart shaped red sunglasses and put them on Ace. He giggled and buckled up before gripping the wheel.

"Everyone ready?" When both of them nodded and gave sounds of yes he grinned. "Alright time for the spa." And they were off.

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RELATIONSHIP TAGS 📃

💝 Family         👤Neutral 

🤝 Trust            🔥Rival

♥️ Friendly        ⚡Hate/Tension

Timekeeper Wally Relationship Chart of AUs💭

I might add the wrong creators. Please correct me if Im wrong

OG! Wally

♥️   Still living in the bliss of everything? That feels nice.. I miss those days..

Opposite Wally @/Henneysilly TikTok

♥️  Seeing you getting mad makes me wanna mess with you even more! Ha Ha Ha!

Vampire Wally @ nonomives Tumblr

♥️  Your a vampire huh? Hmm…… Do you say "Bleh Bleh Bleh"?

Royalty Wally @ neonross/_ Tumblr/Twitter

♥️  What did you really do to the Spades? Really, I'm curious to hear from you..

Mob! Wally @ clownsuu Tumblr

⚡/👤  Your future still remains unchanged after everything you've done… ₩ØɄⱠĐ ɎØɄ Ⱡł₭Ɇ ₥Ɇ ₮Ø ₵Ⱨ₳₦₲Ɇ ₮Ⱨ₳₮?

Haunted House! Wally @ kamigui Tumblr

♥️  Would you like me to change your past?

Cupid Wally @ fetusmeme Tumblr

♥️  So you use those arrows to make people fall in love? That's funny.. Did you get hit by your own arrows? Ha ha ha..

Finfolk Wally @ aerkame Tumblr

♥️ Oh? A merman? I remember Sally telling me a bunch of stories during her travels.

Observer Wally @ neonross/_ Tumblr/Twitter

🤝/♥️ Oh looks like I'm not alone in this vast void! This'll be very very fun fun fun!

Rainbow Factory! Wally @ dodozoi17 Tiktok

👤/⚡ Your methods are….. Questionable..

Beach Town! Wally @ PastelBerryPie Twitter

♥️  Home is your surfboard? That is very.. very… .. Interesting...

Wally Cookie @/Toko_gung19 Twitter

♥️  Oh? a living cookie? I guess the possibilities are endless… I remember those days where Poppy bakes sweets for us.

Fresh! Wally @GRIMMUSSYPAKITA Twitter

♥️  I like your style! Julie would totally love this!

Creator Wally @ bloodrediscream Tumblr

👤/♥️   Well isn't this familiar...

Watcher Wally @ deadlyeyez Tumblr

♥️  You can actually talk to your Neighbors? Maybe I should find a way to do that too, to get to know mine better.

Greyscale Wally @ sweetest-honeybee Tumblr

♥️   What did you do to make Home very mad at you?

Priest Wally @ smexysmeetss Tumblr

♥️/👤  Your god doesn't know everything

[shallowseeker]

Shal SPN meta masterpost

(The thought of labeling my unhinged ramblings as "essays" or "meta" honestly gives me hives.) But well. After a year, I'm still here, and I am making and updating this (A) to happily re-visit my thoughts for my own enjoyment and (B) to add to my pinned post.

MY META:

==Most Liked==

Dean, Cas, and sharing pockets

Jack's nephilim eyesight triggering Dean's germ anxiety

== Roles, Identity, Careers, Class ==

Performing Dean, the AV Club, and Jack as varsity MVP

Even when Chuck "humiliates" Castiel, Dean still likes him

Cas + "dad material"

Anna and the angelic non-integration of her own emotions

Are angels terrified of fathering Nephilim?

Jack is not part of a traditional, cookie-cutter nuclear family. That's the WHOLE POINT

Nazi Cas, and the implications for Jimmy Novak

Beware the validity of Cupid in My Bloody Valentine

== Core traits ==

Dean + I don't deserve happiness

Cas + shabby angel of the Lord

Lucifer + cognitive empathy

Lucifer...doesn't really rib Cas that hard about his feelings for Dean

Dean's guilt and emotions make him LOOK guiltier than other characters

Dean + ashamed of being alive

== Symbols ==

Castiel's coat of arms - When Cas dons the overcoat, he hijacks the narrative

Dean, the Cupid, and the insidious motive to demoralize his faith in ever finding "True Love"

Searching for a rainbow + forbidden love is forbidden

Jack ate the world: foreshadowing gods eating souls + nephilim lore

Cas died on a beach! + Jack's place of birth was specifically the famously doomed Washaway Beach

==Car meta ==

Cas + cars (!)

The pimpmobile as a marker of Cas's unsettled identity

The truck is the mark of a family protector and Sam loves little blue cars teehee

Family cars + protecting the ones you love

==Pop culture, music, media ==

Head canon that Dean buried Cas by a windmill, but it’s because he and Cas have had deep conversations about Animal House.

Jack + Dean + hyperfixations on music

==Grief ==

The familial murder of the mother, the blaming of absent father, and the symbolic death of a child in 14x18 Absence

Dean looks around for Cas after he prays in 13x01

Smiting Belphegor made Jack's death real

Harper Sayles and the romanticized first love

How Jack & Dean wanted to look ahead in Optimism and fail at doing it when Jack dies just two episodes later

==TFW dynamics ==

Dean's family was willing to sacrifice him, and that gets overlooked (from an ask)

Dean's Farewell Tour + Avoiding Cas - part 1

TFW are messy disaster parents and I dig it

When Dean killed Belphegor, it was about Rowena, but it was ALSO about [OMITTED]

Cas + resilience + repeat existential crises

Dean & Cas + Covert Communication in 15x09

Claire & Jack are uneasy around each other at best; actively dislike each other at worst

== Breakdowns ==

Jack's best memory was in 13x06; some notes about the scene

Oh, my GOD, Cas. Dean was so stupidly worried about you, you dumbass. (12x17-12x19)

Season 11-12 Lucifer + war + rejection + Jack -> the thing that will give his life new meaning

== Script talk ==

Like a baby lion is proud of his kill, Jack overkills Nick with graphic, brutal efficiency in SPN 14x17 Game Night

The mission before all else + Mary's trust in Jack in 14x17 Game Night

Dean & Cas in season 15: doomed by too much faith in each other?

== Unpopular and/or controversial opinions ==

Dean would never say I Love You to ANYONE in those circumstances.

How Dean and Cas lost the thread of free will in SPN season 15

The incest jokes and innuendos are primarily about class disrespect

The argument that Cas has no parental authority over Jack (and Sam and Dean do)...doesn't hold up

Ben is not's Dean's son. Full stop.

Heaven is a war machine

Endverse Cas + The Nephilim-making Strategy

-> Contrarian takes:

Purgatory isn’t pure in the *good* sense; it’s a suicide trap and a black-and-white, unthinking world (long)

Cas actually DID check out naked Hannah (very long)

Cas has good reason to need forgiveness during the divorce arc...he is not blameless (long)

Does Chuck's female coding carry ill intent?

==Finale metas==

What if Dean dying on the rebar was an accidental manifestation of Chuck!God!Amara!Jack’s latent feelings? (long)

Searchin' for a rainbow + Cas's death + forbidden love (long)

== Funny thoughts ==

Jack + typewriter

Lebanon inhabitants + TFW fake jobs

Jack & Dean + nephilim eyesight + GERMS

Ketch, the father

Sam wigged out when Eileen didn't leave and note and Dean deserved to say things about it - lol

Cas is SO old, y'all

Dean hate-watches Gone with the Wind

Dean doesn't "feel more deeply than anyone," you FOOL

Dean/Cas are that unsettling, unhinged couple who looks absolutely demented when they kiss

== Random ideas ==

What if Cas's Enochian rib carvings affected Cas's abilities to hear Sam and Dean's prayers?

== SPNwin ==

There’s a lot of merit in being anti-destiny, anti-soulmate, anti-chosen-one, anti-Cupid, anti-mirrors/anti-parallels. (long)

Natural crisis points built into The Winchesters character arcs (long)

To be updated.

///

(Text Attributions// Supernatural scripts here via @spnscripthunt. Transcripts are located here via SPNWiki. Visit their Tumblr to donate.)

[tonberry-yoda]

Hello!! I would like to have a mystery date matchup!! I was kinda shy abt requesting it, but my friend gave me the courage to do it!!

Also, sorry if there's any mistakes in my English. English is not my first language

also also, I would not like to be paired with a villain.

fandom : jjba

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

My hobbies: I love listening to music, singing, drawing, playing guitar and the keyboard (even though I don't play it that well) and watching movies! I also like doing makeup, doing my hair, playing video-games and baking cookies and cakes for my friends and family. I also like playing with my dog.

My Appearence: I'm a brown latina with long dark brown curly hair and really dark brown eyes. I'm 5'2 (1,60m) so, I consider myself to be a bit short. I'm a bit chubby (idk if I can say that I'm thick or something like that, but I consider myself to be chubby) . I also have glasses, bc I'm practically blind without them.

What I want out of a relationship: I want my boyfriend to make me laugh and make me feel like a princess. Someone who I can trust and who would support me on my projects and everything that I do, just like I would love and support him. I would also want him to give me space when I need it and respect me. I would also love someone who's loving and caring 🥺

Dream First Date: I would love to go to an amusement park! Going on the rollercoasters and other scary attractions (I'm a bit scared of heights), then going on the ferris wheel, very romantic! Other date I would imagine is going at his house, or my house. We would watch lots of movies, cuddle and eat lots of sweets ❤️

Personality: I consider myself to be kind and caring with everyone I love. I'm also creative, smart, nerdy, funny, a bit shy with people that I don't know. Once they know me, I'm a bit loud. I'm also a bit of a hot-head. I get annoyed very easily, but chocolate and hugs are just enough to calm me down.

idk if that's enough or if it's too much lol, but I think this sums me up very well ☺️

thank you so much!! I love your stories and hcs ❤️❤️❤️

notes 💌: oh my goodness hello love!! i am so glad your friend gave you the courage to ask for a matchup because i am honored to do so :) with no hesitation, i know the PERFECT character for you!! thank you for requesting anon and i hope you have an amazing valentine's day :)

THE CHARACTER CUPID CHOOSES FOR YOU THIS VALENTINE’S DAY IS…

JOKSUKE!!

like come on

how perfect is this matchup?!?!

look at me go

tonberry gets a pat on the back for this one lmfaoooo

okay, now onto you, anon :)

he loves that you're so passionate about music

i feel like he could pick up an instrument pretty well and learn how to play pretty dang fast, so teach him a little

he would love that

and then you two play music all the time together

he thinks you are so talented, so it's just him smiling and playing bass/guitar the whole time while goo goo eyeing you

he would LOVE watching movies with you

he would just be obsessed with a cuddle sesh while the two of you just enjoy some movies

please bake him sweets, he will love you forever

he loves that you do your hair and makeup

that doesnt mean he needs you to do it to love you, but he loves that you have fun

plus, he loves dressing up to, so to be a couple that is cool as hell all dressed up together means the world to him

he loves your dog

and your dog loves him <3

HE THINKS YOU ARE GORGEOUS

like he will always be staring at you with heart eyes im not even lying

he loves your figure and just everything about you omg

he will 100% be that boyfriend that you need and love

he does treat you like a princess, calling you gorgeous and taking you out and making sure everyone knows that you two are in love

he is your #1 hype man

no one supports you as much as he does

he cheers you on, even when he cant be there at the moment

and I think him knowing that he has a supporter helps him a lot and really means the world

you two dont argue often because you are so great with communication, but when it does happen, he gives you space, and even when you're not angry at each other and you just need space, he will respect that

he is just overall a very respectful young man and you love him for that

he doesnt care that you're loud because he will be just as loud with you

and if other people judge you for that, he will give them evil eyes lmaooo

he thinks you're a very caring person, and even if you're a bit hot headed (so is he, so he understands you) he will know how to deal with it without annoying you further

he is the perfect boyfriend who loves and respects you forever and you'll never find anyone else like him <333

💌 HOW WOULD HE ASK YOU TO BE HIS VALENTINE??

he would get you chocolates, a rose, and a plush blanket with your favorite anime characters on it. after a couple of kisses from him after you thanked him for the present, he asks, "will you be my valentine??"

💌 VALENTINE’S DAY DATE

You put on a comfortable, but still cute outfit, that you thought would fit the day perfectly well with lots of reds, pinks, and whites. You even had makeup to match. You were so excited to go to the amusement park with Josuke. Speaking of, he walked in the room and smiled at you. "Dang, you look so cute, y/n." You blushed and ran over to him, hugging him around the back of his neck. "You look so cute." You insisted, placing a kiss onto his plush lips, and tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear. You don't even remember how you got to the amusement park, you just remember smiling at the neon lights and the sound of delighted screams coming from rollercoaster rides. "Which one do you want to go on first, y/n?" Josuke asked, trying to process all of the rides in front of him. "Let's go for something scary." You said, very excited. "Already?! Babe, we just got here." Josuke giggled, but admired your bravery. "Yes, already! Let's go!" You grabbed his hand and led him to the biggest looking rollercoaster. The line wasn't too long, but it was enough to get you to thinking about your life choices. "You look fidgety," Josuke said, squeezing your hand. "You sure you're up for this?" You smiled at him, shaking a bit. "I have you with me. If anything goes wrong, I know we can fix it together." "That's what I like to hear!" Josuke gave you a huge kiss on the cheek and squeezed you close. "We're next! Let's do this!" Once the seats came by, you could feel yourself getting a little nervous, but when Josuke hugged you close as you got into your seat, you knew you were going to be just fine. Plus, it looked like a lot of fun. So you took a breath and saw the coaster go up. And up. And up. God, this was terrifying, was all you could think. You were so high up, you felt like you could just slip out of your seat. But when the coaster fell and Josuke grabbed your hand, all you could think about was how fun the ride was. The twists and turns had you giggling. The loops and hills had your hands in the air. You wanted to do this ten more times. When you got off of the ride, you were hyped to do more and your smiling boyfriend tried every ride with you. Dizzy and full of adrenaline, you two decided to end off the night with a calm ride on the ferris wheel. No one else was on it as everyone was leaving the park. It was close to closing and as you two sat down, you could swear you were the only ones in the park. The woman operating the ride smiled at the two of you and promised you a surprise at the top. Once you reached the top, you could see the city around you all lit up and realized that the woman was letting you two stay at the top for a little bit longer than usual so you could just enjoy the end of this Valentine's day adventure. "Thanks for an amazing day, Josuke." You kissed him and cupped his cute little face. "Of course, love. Happy Valentine's Day." You two enjoyed one last kiss and held each other as the wheel went back down for the night. <3

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Valentines Day - Brock Lesnar (18+)

Commission: @ladydawningfox

Pairing: Brock Lesnar x Anberlin

Summary: Becky drags Anberlin to a Valentines Day party where Anberlin drags her boyfriend, Brock. Anberlin quickly grows bored of the party only for Brock spice things up.

Warnings: 18+, Cursing, Public Sex/Sex in the next room, Mild Fingering, Cream Pie, Minors DNI

Word Count: 1,604

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The table I sat at was covered in pink and red confetti, small red hearts were also mixed with the shredded paper. Cardboard cupids hung from the ceiling along with more hearts. Sugar cookies and other goodies were spread out on the snack table. Liv Morgan was the one who wanted to throw a small get together so no one would feel alone on Valentines Day at her house.

To be honest, I wasn’t alone. My best friend, Becky, dragged me to this and I dragged Brock, my boyfriend along as well. Hey, if I was going to suffer, so was he. Music was playing all throughout the house; some superstars were dancing and drinking, while others mingled. 

I sighed heavily, leaning back in the seat I was in, pulling out my phone and scrolling through social media. Giggles erupted in the room. I looked up to see Becky, Bayley and Sasha surrounding a smiling Finn Balor who must have said something funny or adorable to make them laugh. That Irish man was something else, all the women on the roster and fans loved him. His greenish blue eyes were hypnotizing but not only that, the man listened.

Looking over to my right I saw my boyfriend sitting next to me, talking to Randy Orton, sharing old memories of their pasts. They talked about some matches they did and even pranks they did to the women wrestlers back in the day. The people I came here with either left me or are ignoring me. I placed my hand on Brock’s shoulder, trying to get his attention, but he kept talking. “Can we go now?” I whined, even though I was the one who brought him. He was having more fun than I was!

Brock looked over at me and gave a light chuckle at me pouting. “In a few, you need to be patient, princess.” He shook his head lightly and his attention went back to Orton. “Sorry, someone is getting grumpy.” Randy snickered at Brock’s comment about me.

My face became heated with embarrassment. I wasn’t grumpy, I was bored. Huffing out a breath, I crossed my arms over my chest and slouched into the chair, waiting to leave. A rough hand was on my knee, gripping it lightly. I arched an eyebrow to see Brock’s hand slowly going up my leg as he kept up a conversation with Orton. My heart slowly started to beat faster, thumping against his chest. I swallowed thickly as his hands dipped in between my legs, his fingers dancing along my clothed pussy. 

I quickly stood up, the chair screeching loudly behind me. Brock’s hand dropped from my lap and back onto his. Randy had a confused look on his face while Brock was smirking up at me. “I’m- I’m uh… Going to get something to drink.” I spoke the words so quickly it sounded like gibberish. Rushing away from the two men I went to an empty room. 

“Is she okay?” Randy asked Brock, watching me rushing away from them. “The kitchen is that way.” Randy laughed loudly.

Brock chuckled lowly and nodded. “Yeah, she’s fine. Just being impatient.” Brock sighed. “You know how it is.” 

“Totally.” Randy grumbled lowly, grabbing his alcoholic beverage and taking a sip. Randy was just freshly out of a long marriage and he was looking to hook up. 

“Excuse me, I’m going to check up on her.” Brock stood up, heading into the room I was in.

“What the hell was that?” I asked when Brock entered the room. He had a grin on his face at my new mood.

“What? It was funny.” Brock snickered, but I wasn’t laughing. I had my arms crossed and glaring.

“You know how I feel towards Orton so why do it in front of him?” The man was a big player before he met his wife and now that he is divorced, who knows how he was, probably even a bigger asshole now that he’s single again.

Brock gulped, breaking eye contact to look away but snapped his head up to look at me once more. “I didn’t mean to do it in front of him, you were bored, what else was I supposed to do? Go under the table and eat you out?” 

“Fuck off, I’m going home.” I spat at him. Walking towards the doorway to leave the room he quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him. 

“You’re not going anywhere. I was trying to make you comfortable, less bored but you were stubborn and rushed away.”

“Brock, get off.” I demanded, trying to push his hands off me as he gripped my waist and held me tight. “I’m going home, I don’t want to be here anymore.” Trying to pull my wrist away from him I was having a difficult time.

“Do I need to fuck this attitude out of you?” Brock let out a low growl. Silence filled the room, my heart beated fast as I thought up a witty remark.

“You couldn’t fuck it all out of me even if you wanted to, Lesnar.” I squealed as he pinned me against the nearest wall. He shoved my pants and panties down and turned me around, my chest and stomach pressed up against the cold surface of the wall. “Brock!” I gasped, squirming to get away from him. “Brock stop, there’s people in the other room.” I tried to remind him. “Someone can walk- in!” I squeaked out the last word when he dipped his fingers in between my legs and pushed past my now quivering lips. His large digits dipped into my wet cunt and swirled around. “Seems like someone became wet to my touches.” He collected my juices only to pull out his fingers and place them into his mouth, tasting me. 

“Hmm, it tastes like honey.” He moaned, pushing his pants and boxer down he pushed me closer against the wall. “Let them walk in, enjoy the show.” He teased, gripping his throbbing cock he gave it a few strokes. “I can’t wait to bury my fucking cock in you, Anberlin.” 

I tried looking at the door in the corner of my eyes to see if anyone was coming in. The tip of Brock’s cock slowly pushed past my tight wet wall. I clawed at the tan colored wall, my nails digging into the drywall. The sweet burning sensation rippled throughout my pussy and up my spine as he stretched me open.

“Ah-” I screamed until Brock’s large hand quickly covered my mouth.

“I’ll fuck this attitude out of you in no time.” He grunted, thrusting his hips upwards. His cock pulsed inside my pussy. Skin slapping against skin slightly echoed throughout the room, luckily no one could hear since the music was playing some up beat song in the background.

My orgasm rose as he kept pumping his cock, his free hand grabbing my hair and giving it a rough tug. I thought being squished up against a wall was uncomfortable while he roughly tugged at my hair, but I wasn’t thinking about that at all. My eyes fluttered shut as I was coming close to my climax.

“Fucking bad girl, so impatient that I have to fuck you just a few feet away from your friends.” Brock growled in my ear, his hot breath panting against my skin. I could feel sweat collecting against my clothes making it sticky. 

“Brock.” I moaned against his hand, his free hand trailed up my stomach underneath my shirt and cupped my breast.

“Being so naughty, I didn’t even want to come here in the first place.” He grunted, his thrust became harder, faster. Basically fucking his anger all out on me, I didn’t know if I was going to come or pass out. 

“Brock, please.” I mumbled a moan once more, my vision slightly going blurry, my pussy gripping his cock tighter. My heart was hammering in my chest as I heard laughter right around the corner. I wanted to bite down on his hand and shove him off of me so we could quickly adjust ourselves and go back to the party but I started to see stars, electricity flooded my veins as I reached my climax. “Oh fuck!” My muffled screams were saved by his hand, my juices gushing over his bare cock.

“Fuck, I’m close, I’m close.” Brock tossed his head back, letting go of my hair and my mouth. Brock’s hand left my breasts only to grip my waist as he rammed his cock harder in and out of my fucked cunt. “I’m coming.” He let out a throaty moan. I could feel his hot seeds spurting inside of me.

Soft moans left my throat as his seed was fucked into me, my head pressed agaisnt the wall as I swallowed. I winced as Brock’s large cock slowly pulled out of me, his semen spilling down my inner thighs. He grabbed the hem of my panties and pulled them up so his sticky come would drip onto the damp fabric. “Don’t take these off until we get home. I want you to talk to all of your friends while my seed is dripping out of you.” He placed a firm slap on my ass.

We both started to fix our appearances. Brock flattened his shirt while I fixed my hair. I looked at Brock as he stared at me with a smirk. “You should invite me to these things more often.” Brock winked at me and left the room to head back to Randy to strike up another conversation.

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