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ihavethedreamies · 3 months

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Standard Practice | Easy to Expert (3 v2)

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Kim Seungmin - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~2.2k

Felix/AFAB!Reader/Seungmin

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Cosplay (Puppy Lingerie), Multiple Partners, Oral (F! Receiving), Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Cockbulge (Slight), Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It)

Author's Note: I was supposed to just do a part two for Felix's Easy but now I have these as well…

-> Part 1 <-

-> Part 2 <-

-> Ver. I.N. <-

-> Ver. Hyunjin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Lee Know <-

-> Ver. Changbin <-

-> Ver. Bang Chan <-

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"She wants to what now?" Seungmin was glad he hadn't taken a sip yet, removing the straw from his mouth. He would have choked for sure, especially when Felix repeated himself.

"A threesome."

"With me?" Seungmin clarified and Felix shrugged nonchalantly. This was not something to shrug about. Felix was asking his friend to fuck his girlfriend. With him as well, but still.

"She personally requested…me?"

"Yes, why are you so shocked?" The slightly older guy snorted a laugh, shoving a fry in his mouth.

"It’s just…I figured she would want Chan or Minho-hyung…"

"She said you. This was about a month ago-"

"Why are you just now asking?"

"I wasn't about to let the third time I slept with my girlfriend be a threesome." Felix deadpanned and Seungmin tilted his head back and forth in agreement.

"Valid. When?"

"Tonight?"

"Tonight?!"

"Too soon?" Felix was so calm and flippant about it. That made Seungmin more confused than you wanting to fuck him too.

"N-no. I mean, we were going to her place to hang out anyway…"

"Exactly. Don't worry, I'll walk you through it."

"She knows I'm coming?" Seungmin stopped your boyfriend before he plugged in your keycode.

"Yes?" Felix chuckled. He had never seen his friend this nervous.

"Why are you freaking out so much?"

"Look, I have never done anything like this. Plus…its (Y/N). Your girlfriend."

"Min, it'll be fine." Felix finally inputted the code to your door.

You heard the door unlock from where you were in your room, and you scrambled to get ready. When your boyfriend told you the plan, you eagerly prepared. He hadn't, however, told you what was in the bag before you went to put it on. Your headband had floppy dog ears and they flapped against your head as you moved. The tail on the end of the plug pulled on it oddly, different than you were used to, as you moved about. You were in more or less a bikini that was made with faux fur that matched the ears and tail. You had leaned over to rest your elbows and chest on your vanity to get ready because you couldn't exactly sit. Making sure your make up was good, you wiggled your nose, the end painted black. The only other thing Felix made sure you did was apply bright red lipstick. It was in the bag as well, liquid in a tube that claimed to be waterproof and smear proof. You kissed a tissue to make sure it worked, and it sure did. Did Seungmin like it or something? You shrugged, adjusting the thigh-high sheer tights on your legs. Your nails were rounded and painted black, highlighting the ensemble well. Brushing your hands over your leg, you waited at the foot of the bed for the boys to come in.

"Oh, look at you, love." Felix cooed as he entered, and you wondered if there was a tail plug out there that could also wag. The final touch was the silk choker you had donned, a tag with your boyfriend's name on it dangled from the necklace. He slipped his finger under the metal to look at it better and grinned.

"(Y/N)." Seungmin nearly gasped seeing you, dressed up like a puppy. His cock already was starting to harden, but the icing on the cake was your bright red lipstick. Felix really did know him too well. You skipped over to him and smiled up at him, adopting the puppy eyes perfectly.

"Can I help?" You reached up to the collar of his shirt and he nodded, still gaping at you. He really was so freaking cute to you, and luckily, he felt the same way about you. You led him through the motions of taking his sweater off, then you undid the button down, letting both garments fall to the floor. You had never seen Seungmin without a shirt before, not even caught a glimpse of his shirt riding up. He was in a white undershirt still and he seemed shy to remove it, but let you help him anyway. His nerves dissipated when you explored his bare skin with your hands. They were soft and warm, and he couldn't wait to feel them on his cock. Through instinct he leaned forward toward your face, but you backed away quickly.

"Rules!" You pointed at him, like you were scolding a puppy.

"No kissing, not on her lips!" Felix came up behind you, already without his shirt and he swung his arm over your shoulder.

"You must listen to him!" You held two fingers up. You then added a third.

"Her ass is mine." Felix emphasized, playing with the tail of your plug. You squeaked when he tugged on it lightly, the noise going straight to Seungmin’s cock.

"Four!" The man continued, letting you finish.

"No cumming down my throat." You tossed Felix a playfully rebellious look.

"Why?" Seungmin scoffed a bit, not understanding why that specifically had to be stated.

"I like it too much…" you mumbled and Felix snorted.

"So, only I can." Felix let you go, and you held out all five fingers.

"Finally, you don't have to wear a condom, but you can't cum inside." You finished and the other man balked a bit.

"You on the pill or something?"

"Yes…but I like it a lot so once again…"

"Only I can." Felix finished and he came over with two bottles in one hand and a third in the other. You looked over the options and pointed to the purple one. The new set of lubes he got were cooling, almost like menthol. You were not sure what that would feel like, but the purple was grape scented. Going back to Seungmin, you started to undo his belt and his hands stilled yours.

"Let me do it, puppy." He kissed your forehead and your cheeks warmed. Felix said none on the lips, so he didn't. You stepped back and he let his jeans fall and you watched enthralled as he removed his boxers too.

"Can she sit on my face?" Seungmin asked, not breaking eye contact with you. You and Felix were a bit surprised at his boldness, but Felix smirked.

"Sure." You glanced at him, and he nodded in reassurance and Seungmin eagerly went to your bed and laid down. You scampered over as well and climbed onto the bed. The tail would be in the way otherwise, so you hesitantly straddled his face, facing the wall. The tail plug ticked his chest, and he reached up to undo the ties of your furry panties, then chucked them to the side. He hadn't considered the tail plug, so it tugged a bit when he removed the garment. Another squeak left your lips and you saw his cock bounce slightly through the fabric of his underwear. As he wrapped his arms around your legs to get ready, he noticed Felix looking at his phone, then he heard a buzzing noise. You yelped, the toy inside flaring to life, you did NOT know it did that.

"Felix~" You tried to scold, but the sensation was too nice.

"Come here, puppy." Seungmin encouraged and pulled you onto his face, his tongue swiping through your slick folds before it wiggled inside your cunt. He could feel the vibrations of the toy, and his hand came around to press on it. You keened at the feeling and Felix watched closely as you rode his friend's face. You were mewling, but he didn't see your characteristic shiver that he always caused you to have. Seungmin wanted you to fall apart on his tongue, but you and your boyfriend knew he probably wouldn't succeed. He just wasn't Felix.

"Okay, love." Felix prompted and you wiggled in Seungmin's grasp. He placed another suck to your clit, then let you go. He wiped your wet off his face and moved to get off the bed when Felix motioned him to. Your boyfriend took his place and you turned to face away from him. Felix rested his back against the headboard and Seungmin moved to kneel in front of you. Without your help or asking, he quickly undid the clasp of your bra and tossed it away as well. He loved the ears on you, and the head band didn't seem to be bothering you, so he left it on. Felix was a little shit though, telling you to put red lipstick on but not letting his friend kiss you. Seungmin came forward and started to kiss over your neck and jaw. He might not be able to kiss you fully, but he was going to take advantage of your bare skin. You whimpered as he licked over your collarbone. Felix allowed it, he was following the rules.

"One, two-" Felix then slowly pulled the tail plug from you and you shivered, it too getting discarded somewhere across the room. Your boyfriend grabbed the purple tube from the nightstand and messily drizzled some on the head of his cock. The cooling sensation was odd, and he couldn't tell if he liked it or not. Without even bothering to smear it over him completely first, he pulled you down to him. Seungmin's hands went to your waist above Felix's on your hips and helped push you down. You shivered and moaned as his cock found its rightful place in your ass, the cooling burn of the lube made you quake as if spread through your insides. After you had sunk down completely you exhaled, resting back against him, letting out a few twitches. Seungmin couldn't believe how hot it was to see his friend balls deep in you, your still empty cunt on display. Felix draped your legs over his, spreading them open wide for Seungmin. The look in the slightly younger man's eyes was surprising, you had never seen him look that intense.

"You want Min to fill your little cunt?" Felix's deep voice rumbled in your ear, and you nodded eagerly.

"Ask him, then."

"Please, Min." You squeaked when Felix moved you a bit so he could get more comfortable.

"Okay, puppy." Seungmin crawled forward, having to kneel between both yours and Felix's legs to be in the right spot. The head of his cock brushed through your folds, and he groaned at the wet heat, more intense without the barrier of a condom.

"Ahh~" You almost wailed as he started to sink in. Seungmin and Felix both groaned as your already tight holes got even tighter with both of them in you. Your boyfriend waited till his friend was as deep as possible, then he pressed his cheek to the side of your head.

"Look, here, love." His hand rested above your belly button and Seungmin's eyes too went to your stomach. The outline of a faint bulge was visible, your little body struggling to hold both cocks. Seungmin huffed at the sight, and you tried not to clench harder.

"She is so fucking cute." Seungmin muttered and Felix smirked in agreement.

"Start Seungmin." Felix nodded and he held you as the other man pulled out about halfway before sinking slowly back in. Your breath got heavier, your head resting back on Felix's shoulder.

"Rougher." Your boyfriend prompted and the other sent him a look.

"Yeah?" Getting a nod in response, he did. You gasped as he started to fuck you in earnest, Felix simply cockwarming in your ass.

"Want me to move, love?" Felix nibbled at your ear, and you were having trouble thinking with the pace Seungmin was setting. Both Felix and you were shocked by how aggressive Seungmin was being, fucking you fast. When you whined at Felix’s request, your boyfriend motioned for Seungmin to slow down. You readjusted, sitting up a bit more and you leaned forward into Seungmin more, hands on his biceps. Your boyfriend shifted behind you, and you squeaked when they both thrusted hard at the same time. You shivered and as they each took shallow, synchronized thrusts, making you let out tiny whimpers.

"You like being that full, huh?" Seungmin whispered in your ear, and you nodded, head resting on his collar bone. He was already getting close. Your cunt was like a vice and just the fact that he was fucking you was leading him over the edge. Felix noticed his brow furrow and knew his friend was close.

"Cum on her stomach." He told the slightly younger man and Seungmin reluctantly pulled out and pumped his hand over his slick cock. Felix pulled you back to him, pumping his hips slightly, grinding you on him. You let out a high-pitched moan as Seungmin grunted, coating your chest on tummy with cum. He sat back, catching his breath and he looked to where Felix was inside you still. Your boyfriend had buried his head in the crook of your neck as he came, the sticky substance spurting out of you slightly. Seungmin watched enthralled as your quivering hole clenched as you came as well. You slumped back onto Felix when your orgasm died, and he chuckled.

"That good, love?" Felix removed the headband and let it drop to the bed, smoothing your hair. You mewled in a positive tone.

"You always get her this fucked out?" Seungmin asked.

"Standard practice at this point."

-> Ver. I.N. <-

-> Ver. Hyunjin <-

-> Ver. Han <-

-> Ver. Lee Know <-

-> Ver. Changbin <-

-> Ver. Bang Chan <-

-> Part 1 <-

-> Part 2 <-

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Lined with Love

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,104

Summary: You love when Eddie does your nails and it gives you an idea for something else fun!

Author’s Note: After writing my little make up shopping story with Bucky I was thinking about how fun it would be to do Eddie’s hair and make up and just that kind of fun and I missed him lots so this happened. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: lots of soft, fun and sweet fluff

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @his-name-is-ed thank you lovely🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“What color do you want sweetheart?”

“You pick!”

Eddie smiles as he sifts through your bottles of nail polish, picking one up here and there to look at the color.

“Got it,” he says, holding up the bottle of a red color.

“What’s the name?” you ask, smiling when you see him smirk.

“Fire and Ice.”

“Perfect.”

He takes your hand in his, gently holding your pinky between his fingers as he starts to paint. His hair hangs loosely around his face, one particular curl always falling in front of his eyes even as he tries to blow it away.

“Hang on babe,” you tell him, smiling when he lifts his eyes questioningly.

“I’m going to get your hair out of the way,” you explain.

Taking the scrunchie from your wrist you move behind him and gather his hair between your fingers, careful of your pinky, and tie it back and out of his face.

When you come back around his front you tuck a short stray curl behind his ear and bring his lips to yours for a quick kiss.

“There we go,” you hum.

“Thanks angel,” he winks.

He takes your hand once again and begins to paint, his tongue darting out with his concentration. You giggle and he looks up, his big brown eyes sparkling.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothin’,” you reply, digging your teeth into your bottom lip.

He playfully narrows his eyes and then drops his focus back to your nails. His tongue peeks out from the corner of his mouth and you can’t stop your hand from reaching up to try to push it back in.

“Hey!” he says, pouting.

“Sorry! Couldn’t help it,” you snicker.

“Don’t make me mess up your nails angel,” he warns but you see the smile playing on his lips.

“I’ll be good,” you promise.

When he’s finished with your one hand he studies each finger, using his own short fingernails to wipe away any excess polish as best he can.

You lift your hand and twinkle your fingers.

“They look great Eddie!”

He smiles proudly and takes your other hand in his.

When he’s done with both and has applied the topcoat to each hand he starts lightly blowing across your fingers.

“This is a great color,” he muses. “Maybe I’ll use it next.”

“We can match,” you say sweetly. “Thanks for doing my nails Eddie.”

He places soft kisses across your knuckles. “Anytime baby.”

You lean back against his bed and rest your hands on your knees to let them dry.

Eddie picks up his guitar and starts to strum some chords. You watch and listen and when he notices you staring he blows you a kiss.

“Can I do your make up?” you suddenly ask, your face brightening.

He abruptly stops playing and holds your gaze, studying you with a tilt of his head.

“Sure,” he finally says, shrugging. “Why not?”

You let out a triumphant whoop and throw your arms around his neck, nearly knocking him over.

“This is gonna be so fun!”

You sit him down on the floor in front of you and open up your caboodle, pulling out various items.

“Ok, I definitely wanna do your eyes because they’re so beautiful,” you tell him. “A rockstar look.”

“Hell yeah baby,” he agrees.

You pull out a soft headband and hand it to him. “Put his on.”

He turns it over in his hands and stretches it then tries to put it over his head.

“Like this?” he asks, nearly choking himself.

“Wait,” you laugh and help him with his hair.

Once it’s on you lift it up and secure it over his head, pushing all his hair away from his face. A smile teases your lips and he starts to feel around the top of his hair.

“Is my hair sticking up?” he asks you.

“No, you just look so cute!”

“Ok…if you say so angel.”

When you pull out a small, angled brush and some eyeliner he plucks the liner from your hand and opens the top, looking it over.

“Wow,” he mutters. “You know how to use this thing?”

“It took practice but yeah.”

“Ok, close your eye,” you instruct as you lift the liner pen.

He does as you say and patiently waits, staying still, as you line the top lid of one of his eyes.

“Open up now.”

His eye pops open and you look him over.

“Eddie,” you purr.

“Looks good angel?” he asks, his tone haughty.

“Lemme do the other.”

After doing the other one then lining the bottoms of each eye you take your mascara out.

“One last thing.”

You pull out the wand and lean close to his face, running the brush over his already long and dark lashes. His arms circle your waist and his fingers slip under your shirt. You squirm with a giggle.

“Eddie,” you chide lightly. “Don’t make me smudge!”

You carefully take off the headband and run your fingers through his hair before sitting back on your haunches and letting your eyes wander over his face.

“You look hot!”

He shoots up off the floor and rushes to the mirror to check his appearance.

“Wow…I love it.”

He leans toward the mirror, examining his eyes more closely. “Badass!”

You slide up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle. “I love it too!”

“I love you,” he says, his eyes on you in the reflection.

He turns to face you, his hands falling to your hips, flexing on the soft flesh to drag you flush against him. You press your hands to his chest, your newly painted nails glinting under the lights as you dance them higher until they wind around his neck and delve into his hair.

One of his hands ghosts along your curves, sliding higher until his knuckles brush your cheek, then his fingertips skim your throat before curling around your face to draw you closer.

His lips brush yours then dip lower, his teeth scraping along your pulse point before his mouth trails warm kisses over your collarbone. With the press of his thumb under your chin he tilts your head back and moves his lips along the column of your neck before finding your mouth.

You meet his coal lined eyes, your lips hovering just centimeters apart, and whisper, “I really like this look on you.”

He grins, smug, and waggles his eyebrows. “Maybe you can do it for my next show.”

“Mm hm,” you whisper, tugging on his curls until his lips brush yours.

“Angel,” he murmurs, his eyelashes kissing his cheeks just before he kisses you.

@buckysdollforlife @goldylions @hiddles-rose @blackwidownat2814 @ysmmsy

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader

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devilstruly · 2 months

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match-up exchange with @shxtodxroki

a/n - hi hello i loved reading the ask you sent in, and by my totally professional calculations i match you with.....

KENMA KOZUME

> first things first, i think he would be attracted to your looks obviously, he'd compliment you on your hair for sure, and would just like your overall aesthetic

> now as a fellow introvert himself, he'd definitely understand the concept of social battery and wouldn't get offended if you ever tell him you don't want to hangout and just want to be left alone, and vice versa

> i think even though he's not the best with words he'd try his best to show you that he understands how you're feeling. he understands the stress and the anxiety he's just not sure what would be the best way to help

> if you ask me, kenma is secretly touch starved, so he'd (not so) subtly rest his head on your shoulder when he's playing on his switch. sometimes when you're at home he likes to put his legs over yours/in your lap. not really a PDA guy as we all know

> he would absolutely love to hear you talk about your interests, any movie you've recently watched, any new hobby you took up, etc.

>> he'd also love your stories from the school theater, your experiences and the friendships you formed during your time there

> on the days that you're apart, for whatever reason, don't be surprised if he shows up on your minecraft server and you spend hours in the game

> now i'm sorry to say this, but when it comes to bugs he is deathly afraid of them just like you, but that's what his best friend's for dw. he'd come over and deal with it, afterwards proceeding to third wheel you guys for a while

> Yuri on ice binge nights. kenma loves them, viktor reminds him of kuroo kind of, but he will watch anything with gay people in it because duh. especially happy gay people

> he pays attention to the things you say, and so when it comes to your birthday or any bigger occasion, the gift is either something you mentioned you wanted or something got with kuroo's help. it's always spot on though

> he will let you paint his nails, anything to see you smile. he also kind of likes the fluffy headbands you both have on during skin care nights

> he would never admit out loud how much he loves your jokes, and i mean loves. 9/10 times he huffs a laugh out through his nose and is thankful that his hair hides the smile on his face

> most of your dates are at home ones, fridays after school and extracurriculars. sleepovers once a month

i hope you liked this, this dynamic went through my head while i was reading your ask. this was very fun to do !! (also don't take this as me rushing you, whenever you post my match-up I'll be more than happy <3)

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#kozume kenma #kenma #kenma x reader #hq kenma #kenma x you #match ups #bee <3

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Batfam x reader hc

This is headcanons for the batboys with a S/O that's into "Girly" stuff?? Like hair, nails, makeup, clothes, skincare.....y'know? Essentially keeping themselves groomed. No specific gender is used in this though

Warnings: says the word "suffocating", calls reader beautiful, calls reader gorgeous, calls reader hot, and says RIP as a joke...

Everybody is probably OC...sorry...

~☆~

Dick Grayson

Dick is the most likely to do all of these things with you.

Like he'll go with you to the hair salon and get a trim.

Or he'd accompany you to the nail salon, getting a mani-pedi whilst you get whatever you like.

He'd also sit at home with you while you paint each other's nails.

Dick would sit next to you and watch you as you do your makeup, he'd occasionally ask you about the use of some things, or he'd ask to do something for you.

Loves when you sit on his lap to do a full glam look on him, or he'd even lay his head on your legs.<33

Dick probably uses a light foundation and some concealer when he goes out!!

Dick will take you out and go on shopping sprees, and would pay for absolutely everything.(even if you object)

He would also want to have a fashion show when your in the changing room, or at home after you buy clothes yourself. LMAO

Dick 100% has the most extravagant skincare routine.

And he would definitely sit down with you and do facemasks whilst drinking wine in your pajamas at night.

The two of you also do your skincare routines together in mornings/nights that yall are together.

I just think Dick is a well groomed person.

I love him:)

Jason Todd

Jason totally supports whatever you do, and compliments even the smallest change you make to your appearance.

Once you went out to get a trim, and when you came home Jason took one look at you and goes "it looks amazing:)".

If you were thinking you should change the color/style/length he would always assure you that it would look gorgeous

One time you came home with black hair and a white stripe in the front to match his hair... he almost cried because of how good you looked.

He loves sitting in the bathroom with you while you dye your hair, he also loves doing it for you.

On the days that you go to the nail salon, you always wakeup with extra money in your wallet.

Never forgets to ask to see them whenever you get home.

Jason is also someone who would just sit and watch you do your makeup, he'd maybe even let you do his.

Whenever you run out of a product there is always a replacement that comes not that long after.(the two of you never bring it up though)

I feel like Jason wouldn't go to the Gotham shopping centers whenever you go for clothes, because the crowds make him feel a little suffocated.

But if he did, he would hold almost every bag, and would love to pick out things that he thinks would look good on you.<3

Just like his older brother Dick, he would sit in the living room, with a headband on his head, a show on the TV, and a facemask on his face. You are obviously right next to him doing the same.

Jason is the type of guy to wash his face with some crappy 1$ cleanser that he forgets to use, but always has moisturizer and sunscreen on.

Tim Drake

Tim probably doesn't share your enthusiasm for all of these but supports you.

Just like Jason he more than likely notices even the most minuscule changes in your appearance. (They are literally detectives)

He'd also 100% pay for absolutely everything you get done(we all agree that Tim treats Bernard like a sugar baby at times, right?)

"Y'know you don't have to pay for everything, right Tim?" You stated as you walked into your home, Tim who was currently sitting on the couch turned to look at you, and a tired smile bloomed on his face. "You look beautiful." :)))

Whenever you come home with a new hair color/cut he just gives you this look of approval.

Tim likes picking out colors/shapes for your nails, but he loves whatever you get regardless.

I feel like he'd stop by whilst you're getting them done just to drop off a coffee, then speed off somewhere he's needed.

Tim probably went through a phase where he wore eyeliner, sometimes he even dabbles in some concealer.

Just like Jason, he replaces the things you run out of without you having to say anything.

Sometimes when he eventually does get to sleep, you put makeup on him and take a thousand pictures that you send to his siblings.

He'll go out shopping with you because he likes buying you things, it's his way of making sure you know he loves you.

I wouldn't look at anything too long because he will just take it off the shelf and carry on.

He likes when he's at work and gets pictures of your outfit that day, especially if your wearing something he's bought you recently.<3

I'll say it, Tim has no skincare routine.

You'd have to force him to at least buy a facial wash.

You've also bought him a moisturizer but he forgets to wear it.</333

Bruce Wayne

I feel like it depends on what Bruce were talking about.

The "normal rich boy persona" Bruce would absolutely love taking care of you.

He'd pay for your haircuts, and hype you up as soon as you get back home.

If the paparazzi brings up any change you've made he'd totally be all like "yeah!! That's my partner arent they hot???!!!"

Like Dick, he'd accompany you whilst you get your nails done, he's right next to you getting his own done. (Okay, probably not if you get like....acrylics)

Bruce is also a make-up wearer, maybe a tinted moisturizer and some concealer, sometimes he's seen sporting an eyeshadow look.

You get a new makeup product almost every day as a gift.

He'd also take you out shopping quite often, he's someone who would enjoy a little fashion show whenever you're picking out outfits.

(He's the type to hold all of your bags.)

Dick took after Bruce with the skincare routine, Bruce has almost everything.

He could "put you out of business" with the number of steps in his routine.

He'd sit in a facemask and a bottle of wine, with or without you.

If we are talking about..let's say Battinson then he's not personally into what you do, but supports you.

He'd still offer to pay for everything you do, if you decline he will sometimes sneak you money.

He wouldn't comment on what you change unless you show it to him. (He does notice)

Although sometimes in the security of your shared room he just can't help but compliment every little thing about you.

This man drowns in eyeliner. <33

Rip this man's skin.....no skincare routine... :(

~☆~

I hope you enjoyed this!<3 Also "Brotherly Love pt.2" is still being written so please be patient with me....

I feel like I wrote them all the same...but idk.

#x reader #batman #bruce wayne #batboys #batbros #batsiblings #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #x reader headcanons #x gn reader

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epickiya722 · 5 months

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Langa & Reki, please, for the ask game...

I'm just gonna answer these two characters together! 🌈❄

My first impression: Thought those two were the cutest. Saw Reki's skate against Shadow and thought "Oh, he has heart. I'm gonna like that one." Shadow did him so dirty though!! With Langa, I just thought he looked like he would be a quiet one.

My impression now: I definitely adore them both. Reki is my favorite character and Langa follows after.

Favorite thing about that character: Besides their personalities, I like their aesthetics. Reki's style is really colorful and I'm a sucker for colors. His hoodies are too cute and I love that his headband's expressions will match his. Langa's ice theme, I like that! Especially since it leans more on the blues and there's some black thrown in there. It matches how they are. I love that while Reki is a bit on the fiery side, his character isn't heavy with the fire/sun symbolism. Instead, it's the rainbow and hibiscus. With Langa, he's ice themed, but he isn't a cold person. He's "cool" to others, he's calm.

Least favorite thing: They made me so frustrated during their whole falling out. I hate that Reki can be so self-deprecating sometimes and I wanted to shake Langa for wanting to still skate against Adam.

Favorite line/scene: Hard to choose when it comes to these two. They have so many great scenes together. To choose I have to go with when they finally make back up and decide to add the Infinity symbol to their handshake. That was too cute! But I also like their scene where Reki pretends to be in distress and Langa is like "Don't worry, bae. I'll protect you."

Favorite interaction that character has with another: Other than with each other, I adore how they interact with the rest of the SK8 squad. Especially with Miya. To choose an interaction, I gotta go with the scene after Reki's rematch with Adam and they just pile on him to make sure he's okay and he's smiling and laughing. Love that.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Ooh, so many options here actually. To pick... okay, I would like to see more of Reki and Langa's time working with Oda. Like, how does Oda deal with those two when they're working at the skate shop. I'm sure they get into a lot of shenanigans. 😆

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: I actually made a post about this for Reki! He and Yuji from Jujutsu Kaisen are like the same person, but in different genres. Hoodie wearing redheads, bright smiles, and have recognized skill that makes amazes others when they do show off those skills, yet often underestimated. Langa reminds me of Shoto Todoroki, especially after the Sports Festival. Ice people who aren't actually cold, love their mamas, talented pretty boys, and have a signature food they like.

A headcanon about that character: Okay, I ended up writing a whole series about this one! I headcanon that Reki likes to let Koyomi paint his nails from time to time. He likes colors and he doesn't mind Koyomi using him for practice. It's also nice to spend quality time with his sister and see her do something she likes. Sometimes, he'll even ask her to paint his nails blue to match Langa, who likes the idea of Reki wearing his color.

A song that reminds of that character: Shawn Wasabi's Animal Crossing. It's such a cute song! And of course, Infinity by Yuuri will always be their song. I can't think of a Langa song, but for Reki, Alessia Cara's My Kind comes to mind.

An unpopular opinion about that character: I actually didn't feel "queerbaited" at the end of the first season. Some people threw out "queerbait" because we didn't see LanReki kiss. Kiss? I was gonna ship them regardless of the ending. We at least were left to interpretation if their relationship is platonic or romantic. I don't think a ship should always be confirmed through a kiss because kissing isn't the only thing romantic couples do. They hold hands, call each other nicknames, hug, tells the other person that they make them happy, etc. Kissing isn't the only gesture used to say "I love you".

Favorite picture: There's so many of these two that I can look at all day, but to choose I'm going with these two since I have used them for edits before.

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slafkovskys · 2 years

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kent night is the best night of my life bc i truly love him. anyways, i think he’d just be the softest and most attentive bf ever. visits you at work, facetimes you as often as possible if you can’t see him, and just always seems to know when you need a pick me up. lots of date nights and late night movie nights, and he would definitely let you paint his nails and do “self care night” on him like face masks. big on words of affirmation and quality time. <3

warnings: none :)

“baby,” you coo, poking at your boyfriend's cheek. he hums, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist and you pull on the string of the hoodie he was wearing, “are you still awake?”

“i am now,” he mumbles and you can tell by his voice he had definitely fallen asleep at some point during the movie. he moves his head to look at the tv where the credits were rolling on the screen and sighs, tilting his head up to look at you with a lazy smile, “is it mask time?”

“you look so tired. if you wanna go ahead and go to bed…” you trail off as you run a hand through his hair.

he pushes himself up and your arm slides down to rest on his shoulder. he looks down at you, almost offended at your suggestion, “doing pregame self-care is a part of my routine, y/n. if we don’t do it, we’ll lose and it’s all your fault.”

“you know what-” you shove at his shoulder and attempt to slip out of his bed, but he’s having none of it. he easily pulls you back and gets on top of you, pressing his lips to yours. you turn your head to the side, “no, if that’s how you feel then i’ll just leave.”

“baby,” he pouts, “you’re a part of my pregame routine too. you literally can’t leave.”

“so you’re holding me captive? that’s what this is?” you raise an eyebrow and he shrugs his shoulders. “i’m just a piece of your little superstition. that’s why you keep me around?”

“i play significantly better when you’re around. those two things may be related,” he smiles and presses his lips to yours. he pulls you up, “now c’mon. i’m not getting any younger.”

“you’re so persistent,” you roll your eyes and grab your makeup bag. you set it on his desk and point towards the chair, “take the hoodie off. i don’t want to stain it.”

he smirks, pulling the hoodie over his head before plopping down in the chair, “if you wanted to see me shirtless you could’ve just said so, y/n.”

“you are seriously the most annoying person…” you trail off as you hand him his headband. when you first started doing your little ‘pregame self-care’ as he referred to your thursday night tradition, he was jealous that you had a patterned headband to keep your hair safe from the mask and he didn’t. so when you showed up the following week with a matching leopard print headband for him, he was thrilled. he lets you push his hair back while he reaches for your makeup bag, “which one are we doing?”

“hold please,” he mumbles as he rifles through the bag. you wait patiently until he pulls out a blue jar and hands it over to you with a smile, “is this one good?”

“we’re gonna find out, aren’t we?” you press a kiss to his cheek as you twist off the lid and scoop some onto your finger. “okay, words of affirmation.”

“words of affirmation,” he echos, “i appreciate how supportive you are of me. thank you for driving me to be the best version of myself. im glad that i walked into the wrong lecture during the first semester because i wouldn’t have met you. i love you.”

“aw, i’m glad that you didn’t know the difference between an e and a 3 too, baby,” you boop his nose and he glares at you. “i love how you make me feel. we can be in a crowded room and you still make me feel like i’m the only person there. i love how caring and determined you are. i am so lucky to know you and get to be on this journey with you. i love you kent.”

his fingers curl around your legs as you spread the mask over his forehead, “i want to spend forever with you, you know?”

“i’m glad that we’re on the same page.”

#kent johnson #kent night

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multiples-fandomswontkillme · 3 years

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~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

#metal family #glam metal family #ches metal family #victoria metal family #chess metal family #dee metal family #heavy metal family #metal family glam #metal family victoria #metal family dee #metalfamily #metal family heavy

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littlest-dark-age · 3 years

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Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep.

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it.

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic.

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless.

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it.

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures.

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music.

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do.

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day.

#damiano david x reader #måneskin #maneskin #damiano david #damiano david x y/n #damiano david imagine #damiano david headcanon #måneskin x reader #måneskin x y/n #måneskin imagine #måneskin headcannon #maneskin x reader #maneskin imagine #maneskin x y/n

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one-more-fangirl · 3 years

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Consent and all that - Denki Kaminari

denki kaminari x gn!reader

summary: it's been a couple of awkward weeks, and the bakusquad thinks it's time it ends, so reader and kami have to face their feelings

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It was a rainy day, the first of July, and the Bakusquad were all huddled inside Denki’s room, headbands on and controllers in Bakugo, Sero, and Denki’s hands while the other three sat back and painted each other’s nails.

"Dude! I almost had that last curve!" Sero groaned, tilting his head backwards in despair "How do you always win?"

"Because I don’t suck like you idiots!" Bakugo boasted, but his smirk let it know he was joking.

From the bed, Kirishima cheered for his boyfriend, averting his concentrated eyes from his nails to fully congratulate him. Although the blonde rolled his eyes, everyone could see the faint blush he at his ears, even after a year and a half of dating.

"Look at my nails! They’re going to match my suit," Kirishima extended his fingers, showing his red and black nails like a proud kid showing what he’d done at school.

"I’m done too!" Y/n blew on theirs softly, smiling to themselves.

Painting their nails had always been a method of theirs to disconnect from the world, it was an easy way to take care of yourself and feel pretty. White and lilac adorned their hands, the little dots in silver they’d placed in some popping out and shining back at them.

Mina nodded approvingly when she took their hands to examine their work, her own black nails having a touch of gold. However, she gasped in horror when Eijiro turned to her.

"E! What have you done!"

"Yeah, I kinda didn’t control the brush very well," he scratched his neck.

"There’s nail polish all around them," she deadpanned. With a click of her tongue, she shuffled closer to him, taking his hands "Y/n, pass me the nail polish remover and some cotton, please. I’m fixing this mess."

"I am so done losing, man," Denki whined throwing his controller to the pillow in front of him.

"Not my fault you suck," Bakugo grunted, smirk still prominent on his face, clearly enjoying the pedestal he was figuratively standing on.

Kaminari rolled his eyes, mocking his friend with a deep raspy voice that actually made him sound like a grumpy old man. He laughed when another pillow hit his face, using it to soften his fall backwards. He let the air in his lungs leave with a sigh, eyeing the collection of nail polish Y/n and Mina had brought to his room.

"I want my nails to match my hero suit too! Mina, make my nails pretty."

"Kinda busy here, Denks," she called back distractedly "Ask Y/n."

The exact moment the last two words left her mouth, the blonde and the other tensed, their eyes clashing for a quick second before they both directed them to anywhere but them. Y/n distracted themselves organizing the little colored containers, and Denki tapped the floor, scrunching his face in a cringe.

"Uh- You know what, I’ll actually try to beat Kacchan this time. 8th time’s a charm, right?" he laughed forcefully, Y/n following awkwardly.

Their friends on the other hand, let out exasperated sighs in unison. This had been going on for the past two weeks, and although they’d managed to ignore it for the most part, the obvious tension between those two was making everything painful. For everyone.

"How long are you going to keep doing that?" Sero arched a brow, narrowing his eyes at them "Because I honestly don’t want to keep feeling the way I’m feeling right now."

"I’m with Hanta. We need to address the elephant in the room," Kirishima pointed out.

"Yeah but do we want to?" Kaminari tilted his head to the side, sweat starting to form on his forehead "Cause if we don’t want to, we don’t have to. Consent and all that, you know?" he winked, shooting some finger guns.

"You guys are acting like babies, I swear," Mina muttered, starting to grow annoyed "Our self-care night is not going to be ruined because of your stupid quarrel! I have had a very stressful week, and I don’t want to be fuzzing over this right now! So let’s fucking solve it!"

"You heard her. Go out, and don’t come back in until you’ve fixed it."

"You can’t kick me out of my own room, dude!"

"You wanna bet on that?" Bakugo glared.

A second passed, then Denki huffed and got up. He slouched out of the room, not waiting for Y/n to follow. The latter looked at Hanta for a helping hand, but he only shook his head, motioning at them to follow the boy.

"You guys just kissed," they repeated what he’d been repeating since it happened "It shouldn’t be this big of a deal. But it is, so you need to talk about it."

"You’ve got this, Y/n! Just tell him how you feel," Eijiro flashed them a shark teethed smile.

"Don’t come back until you’ve worked it out" Katsuki grumbled.

"Yes sir," Y/n mocked, finally going outside while ignoring the angry shout they got in return.

They went straight for their bedroom, entering to find Denki on the bed, belly down and face buried on their pillow. Y/n followed, letting their body fall backwards. They stayed there for a minute, wondering how the hell would they affront this.

[...]

In the eyes of the rest of the Bakusquad, it wasn’t even that big of a deal. They went to a party, someone said they should play truth or dare like those idiots from the TV shows and when Kaminari’s turn came, Mina and Sero whispered between them before they both smirked at him and dared him to kiss Y/n.

Now here’s the thing. Denki and Y/n have known each other since they were in diapers. They grew up together, went to the same school and entered Class 1A at UA together. You wanna know something else? Denki, like the simp he can be, had had a crush on Y/n since the 5th grade. But oh no, they had brozoned him.

Gasp. Classic.

Denki knew what his place next to them was, he’d accepted it and he carried it through the pain. Of course, he couldn’t bare lose them. They were the person that had been there with him when he’d had his first anxiety attack, Y/n was the first person he came out as bi, and they’d always looked into him passed his comedic armor. Y/n took him seriously.

They were his safe space. His confessionary, the place where he could say anything and never be judged.

Would you risk throwing that away? I don’t think anyone would dare.

And so at first, he refused to take that dare. “You can’t make someone kiss another person. Consent and all that, you know?” he’d tried to excuse with his face beat red, like he hadn’t make Shinso kiss the hottest person in the room five minutes earlier. (he kissed Deku, btw)

But it wasn’t going to be that easy. Duh, if it was we wouldn’t have this story now.

So instead, what happened was that Y/n brushed it off as a stupid dare. “It’s just a peck,” they said “it won’t change anything,” they said. (plunging a knife into poor Kaminari’s heart in the process)

HA! I LAUGH AT YOUR BUFFOONERY!

The best part is that Y/N actually believed that they would stay the same. Of course they did, they’d never seen their best friend as anything more. The person that took them out of their box, gave them confidence and was there to have their back, through thick and thin. He’d lift them up if they were down in any shape or form, confront the people they didn’t dare to, no matter if he’d lose, and help them become their weirdest and most confident self.

And Y/n did the same for Denki. They were a package deal, so they so obliviously thought that just like them, he did it because they were best friends. Unfortunately, they didn’t get the obvious hints.

So Kaminari, awkwardly laughing and glaring into his best friends, leaned in to give them a swift peck. Boom, done. Until Kirishima complained that that wasn’t a real kiss, so Y/n just told him they had it. Took him by the collar, pulled him in, and smashed their lips onto his. Best. Kiss. Ever.

At least in Denki’s mind. Because if it were for him, they would’ve never parted. They would’ve stayed like that forever, holding each other close and feeling that adrenaline that he was feeling, practically oozing euphoria. It was messy and definitely would not win an Oscar, yet... lovesick sigh.

Until they had to pull away. Nothing lasts forever. And before the boy could voice his feelings —that were now clearer than ever and aching to be let out— Y/n got up and left the room. So just to sum up, Denki was left heartbroken, Y/n was confused because suddenly —or not really, you dumb dumb— their best-friend-they-saw-as-a-brother didn’t look like a brother as much anymore. And to further this awful problem, when the next day Y/n went to tell Denki they felt weird, what came out was: “That was weird right?”, and not wanting to get their heart broken even more, he agreed.

[...]

So now that we’re all caught up with the gossip, we can continue.

There they laid, on Y/n's bed, neither actually wanting to speak. It had been so complicated lately, they felt like strangers. They absolutely hated it. How does your twin soul become a stranger? It feels cold, lonely and a piece of you is missing.

"Look," Y/n started, not moving their gaze from the ceiling "I didn’t mean to say the kiss was weird. I mean, it was, because I never thought it’d feel that way and I was so confused. Am I even supposed to feel this way?"

"You’re asking me?" Denki lifted himself with his forearms "I’ve been wondering that since we were like, 10!"

They blinked at each other. They hadn’t fully said the words, but it didn’t matter, when the two agreed on something they knew it. It was like a telepathic connection, something that went deep into them and worked similar to that bond twins have. How they hadn’t known about this particular matter for the past two weeks was a mystery.

"So," Y/n continued, nagging at their bottom lip and shyly meeting Denki’s gaze "What now?"

Slowly, the electric boy moved to hover over them, situating himself between their legs and setting his head on their chest, a hand guiding another to his head. It was warm, the feeling of home had returned.

"Now," he muttered "We have some bonding time, because we’ve missed out a ton these last weeks. Then, after that, I get up, I kiss you, and we go get my nails done to my room. My lucky charm should work against Bakugo now."

The giggle emanating from the back of Y/n's throat tingled his insides, encouraging him to nuzzle his head more into his now partner.

"Can I get an advance of that kiss? You have my consent, and all that."

He didn’t need to be told twice.

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what is tattoo artist h and his lovie up to this halloween?! i feel like she would have to convince him to dress up with her and he would be all grumbly even though he loved it!

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here you goooooooo!! this ended up being about 11k after I added a couple of scenes last minute!!

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Harry💛

Here. xx

(Y/N) quickly smoothed down the satin fabric of her dress, the strapless angel wings sitting high on her back. Tonight was Niall's Halloween party and Harry had been so encouraging about her getting all dressed up and coming with him since he received the invite. It was (Y/N)'s own idea to dress up as an angel, wanting her favorite petname that Harry had donned her to come to life. She decided on this silky, white slip dress, the back low with the hem fluttering against her mid thigh, and a pair of angel wings she had found that didn't require straps to ruin the illusion. She finished the rest of the look off by tying silvery pieces of tinsel through her hair in lieu of a halo. She kept her makeup light and dewy, feeling confident enough to even break out some iridescent glitter to pat onto her eyelids and sprinkle along her shoulders and chest. She felt pretty, and she hoped Harry thought she was too.

She tucked her phone into the small white bag she was bringing for the night, her hands trembling just the smallest bit as the night's plans began to sink in. Getting ready had been a fun distraction, taking her mind off the fact she was about to attend her second party ever, that was sure to be full of people she didn't know. The only thing that helped calm her was the knowledge that Harry was going to be with her the whole time. They would arrive together, hopefully stay together, and eventually leave together where she would spend the night at his house. There was no reason to be anxious, but that didn't stop the pit in her stomach from forming.

(Y/N) left her apartment in a rush, locking up behind her since Sarah had left earlier in the night. She felt bad to have left Harry waiting for her for so long, practically running through the lobby of her apartment before stumbling through the doors. She found Harry leaning against the passenger side of his black Range Rover, dressed in his "devil" costume. He hadn't noticed her just yet, buried in his phone as he seemed to be typing away at something. (Y/N) took that moment to see what exactly he had put together for his costume, having told her he wasn't planning on dressing up unless she wanted him to (which, she did).

A deep red, satin shirt was stretched taut along his shoulders, black piping outlining the seams. In the same black thread was an outline of a broken heart, right over where his actual heart was. He wore a pair of fitted black trousers, this time with red stitching along the sides to match his top. She could just make out the glittery red he had painted on his nails, the cuticles a bit messy as it seemed he had done them in a rush. The only thing that gave away the subject of his costume was the red headband with devil horns planted on either side, he had gripped in his hand.

He looked so good. She hoped he would be proud to be matching with her for the night.

"Harry?" she called, nervously tugging on the hem of her dress as she drew closer.

His head snapped up from his phone, quickly sliding the device back into his pocket to give her his whole attention. When he caught sight of her, taking in her whole look, he gazed at her with his brows raised and mouth set in a small gape. His arms hung limply by his side, his headband brushing his leg. She felt vulnerable under his gaze, his eyes flicking to each detail of her outfit as if he were counting each fleck of glitter covering her skin and every piece of tinsel in her hair.

She stopped just a few paces in front of him, the sidewalk under her catching on the small heel of the white boots she was wearing. She messed with the white glitter painted on her nails, shooting Harry a shy smile as he still hadn't said anything to her.

"Are you okay?" she asked, already assuming the worst and that he was just figuring out how to politely tell her to change before they left.

"Baby," he breathed, his gaze falling to her feet before dragging up the full of her form and landing on her face, "Look at you."

She could hear the dreamy tint to his voice, recognizing the tone from when she would praise him for anything. He thought she looked nice.

"Do you like it?" She looked up at him through her lashes, the flecks of glitter she patted onto her eyelids adding a sparkling frame to the view.

"(Y/N), c'mon," he laughed, his pupils practically heart shaped as he reached his free hand towards hers. He lightly pulled her hand into his own, bringing it above her head. "Twirl for me, love."

She looked towards the ground, eyes fixed on the toes of her boots as she bit back a smile. She complied to his request, spinning around to give him a look at the back of her costume with the petite wings fluffed against her back. She returned to her previous position, standing in front of him now with her hand clasped in his. (Y/N) looked to him expectantly, waiting on his final verdict.

He tugged her closer to him, the heels of her boots shuffling against the concrete beneath her feet. He looked at her as if he were examining her, unsure of what she was entirely, only that he was enamored by the creature in front of him. Once close enough, he settled his hand on her waist as he tucked one end of his headband into his pocket and brought his now free hand to smooth her sparkling hair down.

He hummed as if feigning deep thought, pursing his lips for a moment. "Now, 'm not convinced this is a costume, m'love. Think you're jus' finally showing me your natural form." She rolled her eyes at his flirting, stepping further into his embrace as both of his hands settled on her waist. He breathed a laugh above her, (Y/N) able to imagine the dimpled smile adorning his features. "Why are y'hiding, baby? Is it cause I figured out your secret? Not a very well kept one, if 'm being honest, knew y'were an angel from the moment I met you."

"Harry, stop," she whined, hiding her face in his chest, no doubt leaving flecks of glitter in the fabric of his top.

"Stop what?" he teased. He ran his hands along her sides, warming her skin through the thin fabric of her dress with his rings leaving cooling trails. The black of his tattoos seemed darker against the creamy color of her dress, playing up the opposing themes of their costumes.

She whined another call of his name, her smile heard in her voice as she spoke. As much as his praising of her embarrassed her, feeling her cheeks heat and a buzz go through her veins, the compliments never failed to make her feel special and worthy of the attention he showered her with.

Harry tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her back just far enough to get a look at her face. His eyes met her own, the glitters on her lashes creating a kaleidoscope of color looking like he were the one with the halo for the night.

"I'll stop teasing, baby, 'm sorry," he cooed, his voice soft and features matching, "Mean it, though. Y'look so, so gorgeous. Love your wings."

"Thank you," she replied, settling her hands on his arms with her fingers curling around the thick of his biceps through the silk of his button up. "I'm happy you like it."

He dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to her cheek, his nose skimming along the bone as he spoke against her skin. She wasn't quite able to make out what he said, only catching what sounded like him calling her his angel.

"You look really handsome, by the way," she praised, settling her hands on the side of his jaw.

"Yeah? Think I make a good devil?" A proud smile tugged at his features, his dimples denting his cheeks as he stood straight with his chest puffed out in mock pride. He grabbed the headband hanging out of his pocket, settling the red horns amid the swirling curls spiraling down his shoulders. "Think we look good together?"

She beamed up at him as she nodded her head, her smile too large to even try and contain. She reached for the red plastic atop his head, fixing the lopsided alignment of the horns. "There," she settled, her hands landing flat on his chest, "You make the best devil."

"Thank you, angel," he smiled, granting her a single kiss on the lips before checking his phone as it vibrated in his pocket. "Niall's wondering where we are, and 'm pretty sure he's already drunk, so we should probably get going."

(Y/N) quickly agreed, ready to get into his warm car as her dress did little to preserve her warmth from the autumn breeze. Harry opened the passenger door for her, carefully helping her step in to the car as she took extra effort to ensure the hem of her dress didn't ride up too far for comfort. He was quick to take his own place in the driver's seat beside her, starting the car up and giving her his phone to pick out the playlist for the night.

Even when the music started filtering through the speakers and warm air was blowing through the vents, Harry made no move to put the Rover into drive.

"You okay?" she asked, locking his phone and dropping it into the cupholder beside Harry.

"Look at me," he requested, ignoring her line of questioning as his eyes never left her angelic form.

"What?" she tried again, worrying something was wrong. Her glossed lips were parted in a small gap, the tips of her lashes stretching long enough to flutter against her cheek bone as she blinked.

Harry's intense gaze flitted over her features, a small smile forming on his lips. "Shit," he sighed, his shoulders dropping as he exhaled, "'M s'fucking lucky."

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"Harry! You made it!" Niall's drunken greeting boomed as he stumbled out his front door, the skeleton hanging behind him rattling against the wood. He was dressed in a full soccer uniform, the jersey a sky blue color with white shorts.

Harry's hand tightened around (Y/N)'s, tugging her closer to his side as they approached the porch where Niall was hanging off the doorknob. "Happy Halloween, man," Harry greeted, slapping his free hand against Niall's shoulder as they walked through the door.

"And you brought (Y/N)!" Niall exclaimed, shutting the door behind him in a haste as he followed after the pair with his arms wide open. "I haven't seen you in so long!"

His words were slurred as he wrapped his arms around (Y/N), his hands just barely missing the fluffy wings on her back. She stumbled back a bit at the sudden contact, Harry shifting his hold on her to lay a hand gently on the small of her back in an attempt to steady her. She reciprocated Niall's hug, breathing a small laugh at his affection. She was never this touchy with anyone but Harry, feeling a small bit of nerves rise in her tummy.

"Hi, Niall," she mumbled, a small smile on her face as she gently pat her hands on his back.

"Y'saw her last week at the shop," Harry interjected, wrapping his arm around (Y/N)'s waist and lightly tugging her back towards his chest. He knew she was feeling a bit uncomfortable, no matter how safe and friendly Niall was, (Y/N) just wasn't used to that kind of affection.

Niall didn't even notice Harry's intervening, dropping his arms back to his sides as (Y/N) took her place next to Harry. "Was that just last week? Feels like a lifetime ago, I'm so happy you guys are here!"

Before either of them could say anything else, another voice coming from the kitchen called to Niall and stole his attention. With only a slurred goodbye, Niall left them to follow the voice and most likely go get another drink. Harry tugged (Y/N) to his chest as another grouping of people passed by them, his hands on her back as he looked down at her.

"Y'okay?" he asked, raising his brows. He had definitely caught onto the stress she was feeling over the night, wanting to make sure she was okay and comfortable being there.

"I'm okay, thank you," she responded, reaching behind her and taking one of his hands in hers.

"Good," he smiled, looking around the crowd as she peeked up at him, "Mitch said he and Sarah would be waiting for us in the kitchen, if y'wanted to go find them."

"Yes, please," she decided, needing the comfort of familiar people.

"Follow me then, 'kay?" He tightened his fingers around her's, ducking his head and pressing a kiss to her hair before leading them through the throngs of people milling about Niall's house.

(Y/N) looked around the various orange and black decorations. Black cats made of tinsel hung from the walls, with matching skulls and pumpkins. Vinyl stickers depicting bloody handprints and cryptic 'keep out' signs were stamped along the free spaces. Even the doorways were veiled in black and orange crepe paper, the faces of iconic scary movie villains glued to the pieces. With the low lights and the pumping music, this was exactly the kind of party (Y/N) had pictured herself attending during her college years, including the throngs of people dressed in various group costumes and other's milling about in their own creations.

As they approached the most congested area, (Y/N) shuffled closer behind him. Her one hand clutched his, Harry reacting by rubbing soothing circles on the outside of her thumb. She even went one step further, grabbing the end of his silken shirt in her fist. She didn't want to lose him, remembering the one other time she had attended a party like this only to have someone corner her and almost take advantage of her.

He led her quickly through the groups of people, politely acknowledging the people who greeted him with drunken smiles and red cups full of sloshing liquid. She kept her head down as more people flooded the area, the closer they got to the kitchen the more people seemed to herd around them. Harry came to a stop for a moment, pulling (Y/N) around to stand in front of him. He positioned her with her back to his chest, her angel wings being the only thing separating them.

He lent down, his hands sitting on her waist with his lips by her ear. "Stay in front of me, yeah? Don't want to lose you."

She nodded her head quickly, ready to agree to anything Harry said at this point as long as they found their friends and a tiny bit of space to breathe. Harry pressed a kiss to her hair before urging her forward with a nudge of his hands on her waist.

This time (Y/N) led them through the crowd, the responsibility taking away the privilege of looking towards the ground. Her steps were cautious and hesitant as she maneuvered the pair of them through the crowded hall, seeing the opening to the kitchen decorated in red crepe paper with stampings of Freddy Krueger dotted along the strips. Harry helped her, politely urging people to move for her with grumbles of Excuse me and none-too-gentle nudges of his elbows to people who couldn't take the hint.

Eventually, (Y/N) parted the crepe paper veil to the much quieter and cleaner kitchen, the countertops covered in various bottles of alcohol and other mix-ins (Y/N) didn't understand. Niall had since cleared out, leaving only Mitch and Sarah cooped in the corner laughing over something that apparently was funny enough to bring tears to Mitch's eyes and steal Sarah's breath. They were dressed in matching pirate costumes, classic red and black accents with puffy white shirts.

Sarah was the first to spot her, her eyes going wide as she looked over the comically large pirate hat that was lopsided atop Mitch's head. She tapped him as her mouth moved a mile a minute, and pointed over his shoulder to (Y/N) as Harry came to stand beside her with his tattooed hand clasped in both of her's.

"(Y/N)! You look so pretty!" Sarah bubbled, stepping towards them with an excited smile on her face. Mitch followed behind her, with a less excited expression on his face, but that was most likely due to the red cup of whatever strong smelling liquid he was drinking.

"Thank you," (Y/N) smiled, feeling shy as she hugged Harry's arm to her chest. "I like your guys' costumes, too!"

"It was Mitch's idea!" Sarah continued, the excited notes to her voice prominent as she grabbed her boyfriend's arm and tugged him closer to her. She caught sight of the drink in his hand, her brows raising as she seemingly forgot he had one at all, telling (Y/N) she had been busy with her own drinks while they were waiting. "Did you want a drink, (Y/N)? Harry told us you liked wine and stuff now, so I could find something for you!"

(Y/N) saw Harry peek down at her from the corner of her eye, his hand squeezing her's. "N-No, not tonight," she decided, uncomfortable with the idea of drinking around other people still. Even with Harry, she's only drank three times, and always during quiet nights in where Harry was more than attentive to her.

"Okay," Sarah beamed, "Harry?"

It was (Y/N)'s turn to gaze up at him, waiting to see if she was going to be in charge of driving them home for the night. She wouldn't mind if Harry decided to drink for the night, he could do whatever he wanted, but she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of anxiety hit her at the idea of being the only sober one for the night. Even if Harry was physically with her, the idea of him leaving her through alcohol wasn't the most comforting thought. But if that's what he wanted, she would suck it up for him.

"No, think we're gonna babysit y'two tonight," he joked, tightening his fingers around (Y/N)'s own.

Sarah and Mitch seemed satisfied with the answer, soon getting distracted by the song playing from the living room. Sarah's face lit up as she recognized the tune of the track, abandoning the though of alcohol as she reached towards (Y/N) with her fingers fluttering over her shoulder in excitement.

"(Y/N), c'mon! I love this song," she gasped, already tugging (Y/N) from Harry's side and towards the grouping of people on the makeshift dance floor in Niall's living room.

She looked to Harry over her shoulder, a nervous smile on her face as she held onto his hand. He only smiled at her in response, loosening his grip on her hand only to settle his palm on her back.

"'S okay, darling. I'll be right here," he reassured her, sending her off with a pat on her backside and his dimples denting his cheeks.

His words did just enough to quell the worry in her tummy, feeling excited enough to follow after Sarah with a small bounce in her step and her wings fluttering on her back.

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"I think I'm gonna get another drink!"

Sarah's voice was just a hair louder than the music bumping through Niall's house, her tone breathless from the jumping she and (Y/N) were calling dancing. They had flailed through five songs, their laughter being the only other thing they heard over the tracks, before Sarah had ceased and tried her best to shout over the music.

"Oh," (Y/N) sounded, "Did you want me to come with you?!"

"No, that's okay! I think I'm going to get Mitch!" She gestured over her shoulder, where both Harry and Mitch were standing off the to the side of the 'dancefloor'.

Harry had been the ever dutiful boyfriend, keeping an eye on (Y/N) to make sure she was safe and having fun. Mitch's gaze was turning more and more hazed, his laughter coming easier and his cheeks flushed from the bottomless cup he seemed to be sipping from. Surrounding them were the boys from the shop, creating a small string against the wall allowing Harry a clear view of his angel.

(Y/N) nodded her head to Sarah's words, following after her as she wobbled over to where their boyfriends had been waiting. Sarah immediately pulled Mitch to follow her to the kitchen, a quiet (they tried to be quiet, anyway) conversation now taking their attention. Harry's own focus was fixed only on (Y/N), slipping out of the conversation with his friends as he reached towards her hand.

Each of the boys greeted her, some of them more coherent than others (it seemed that Liam was the only other sober member for the night), as she slipped into Harry's hold. She smiled at their hello's, reciprocating with her own acknowledgment before Harry stole her attention.

"Hi, baby," he cooed to her, his voice quiet as he wrapped an arm around her waist with his hand landing flat of her back just under her feathered wings.

(Y/N) felt her cheeks heat at the affection he so freely voiced in front of his co-workers and friends, still not used to the way he didn't mind anyone knowing how he felt about her. "Hi," she murmured, her tone timid under his heavy gaze.

He shot her his favorite lopsided smile, pulling her closer to his side as he slipped back into the conversation the others were having before her arrival. He had since pulled the plastic devil horns from his head, stuck in his pocket with the free end sticking out, leaving his hair unobstructed and tumbling down to his collarbones. (Y/N) admired him at his side, his fingers wrapping around the dip of her waist with a teasing squeeze. She stumbled closer to his side, the feeling of his tickling touch pulling a breathy laugh from her chest. Harry's smile grew wider as she pushed her hand against his chest, mumbling a warning for him to stop that was just quiet enough to not interrupt the conversation going on around her.

"(Y/N), what about you?" Liam asked, pulling her from her pining over Harry.

"Hm?" she hummed, whipping her head to find him looking to her with a pair of black framed glasses perched on his nose to go along with the Superman emblem peeking out of his white dress shirt.

He let out a laugh at her questioning, gesturing beside him where Zayn and Louis were giggling about something no one else could understand. "We were just talking about H's next tattoo, was just wondering if you were ready for your first yet?"

"Oh," she breathed, glitter falling into her sight as she blinked. She looked up at Harry to find him already looking down at her with his features softened. He shrugged his shoulder a bit, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I-um-I don't know about that yet. I wouldn't even know what to get."

"H, you haven't shown her the ones you've been drawing up yet?" Liam questioned, turning to Harry with a pinch in his brow.

Harry's gaze scuttled around the room, purposefully skimming over (Y/N) as she looked to him with her own furrowed brow. He usually showed her all of his drawings, explaining that he wanted her opinion if it was for a client or, if it was something he had sketched for fun, he just liked to see her reaction and if she liked it. He never told her he had been drafting up pieces for her.

"No, I haven't," Harry deadpanned, his freehand coming to mess with his black lip ring out of nerves.

Liam went to say something else, his brows raised above the black framed glasses, before Niall's intoxicated voice shouted from the back door. He peeked his hand through the doorframe, (Y/N) catching the way he struggled to keep himself upright as his surprisingly still bright eyes zeroed in on their group.

"Guys, guys! Come outside, me and Leo are gonna try to make a bonfire!"

In a second, Louis and Zayn were tripping over themselves to join Niall outside, their own tittering growing louder as they passed over the threshold. (Y/N) was pretty sure she heard something about 'torches' fall from their mouths.

"I think I'm gonna have to follow them," Liam mumbled with an exasperated smile on his face. (Y/N) gathered that he probably had been playing babysitter all night, taking the responsibility of being the only sober member of their group.

He followed behind the boys, tossing a wave back at Harry and (Y/N). She reciprocated his wave before running her fingers through her tinseled hair, returning her gaze to her boyfriend.

"Harry?"

"Hm?" he hummed, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his fingers skimmed over the dip of her waist.

She reached towards his other hand, moving to stand in front of him with one hand in his and the other grabbing at the hem of his t-shirt. Harry's own hand warmed her back, just below her angel wings. "You've been drawing tattoos for me?" she questioned, looking up at him through her glittered lashes.

"Kinda, I guess," he shrugged, fixing his eyes on the falling strap of her dress to avoid her gaze. "Why?"

"Why haven't you shown me any?" she answered, posing her own question.

Harry stayed quiet for a moment, his hand on her waist sliding up to fix her fallen dress strap and brushing her hair behind her shoulder. His fingers trailed to her jawline, his palm cupping the side of her neck with his thumb running along the bone.

"Dunno," he mumbled, shrugging his shoulders as he finally met her gaze, "Didn't think y'would want any of them."

She'd never heard Harry sound so insecure over his talent like that before. When he usually spoke of his designs it was with strong conviction, details behind each of his decisions and why each run of his pencil and each shade added to the sketch.

A pinch in her brow appeared as she lent her head into his touch. "You know I love your art, H," she said, her voice quiet enough for Harry to lean closer to her in order to hear. "If I ever get a tattoo, I would want it to be by you."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, the smallest dip appearing in his cheek. "Really?"

(Y/N) felt a surge of confidence, wanting to reassure him like he always did for her. She lent up on her tippy toes, the toes of her white boots touching the tips of Harry's red pair, as she pressed a kiss to his lips. It was a simple peck, just long enough to feel the metal of his lip ring and the soft full of his lips.

"Promise," she mumbled against his mouth.

With his hand still firm on the side of her neck, he tugged her towards him for a second kiss. He nudged his nose against his, a smile large enough for both dimples to dent his cheeks and case the smallest of creases beside his eyes.

"Thank you."

He lent back, his hand on her neck dropping to land on her waist as his other let go of her hand to do the same. He dropped his gaze to her feet before trailing back to her face, a small smile on his face.

"Y'know," he started, his smile turning sly, "I had a couple of spots in mind, too—where we could put your tattoo, I mean."

"Really?" she bounced. He had really put a lot of thought into this, hadn't he?

"Mhm."

She waited for him to continue, aware of his hands shifting on her sides. Before she knew it, he had poked at her sides like he had done earlier, causing a laugh to pull from her lungs. He fluttered his fingers over her side, unperturbed by her hands landing on his chest only to push him weakly away and her feet stumbling to get away from him.

"I was thinking somewhere right here," he teased, his own smile rivaling her's as he watched the unabashed giggles fall from her lips.

"Harry, stop!" Her calls were breathless, just as light as the force she could muster to push his hands away.

"Baby, why?" he continued, "Never seen y'so happy before, why would y'want me to stop?"

"P-Please!"

(Y/N)'s vision became blurry through the tears that were collecting in her waterline, his tickling only slowing once he saw her eyes were glittering from more than the iridescent flakes. He shifted to hold her gently by her hips, his smile still sitting large on his face.

She fell breathlessly into his chest, her arms bundled between them with her pouting face against the silky fabric of his shirt. "Harry, why?" she whined, pulling back just far enough to make sure he saw her sulking face.

"Jus' wanted to make y'laugh, angel."

Harry settled his hands flat on her back, his thumb skimming the edge of the wings on her back. His smile slowly fell from his face, instead being replaced with a dreamy look that he only held when his mind got lost on the possibilities with (Y/N). Her glistening eyes stared back at him, watching as he took all of her in like it was the first time he had seen her all night.

"Have I told y'how gorgeous you look tonight?"

She felt her cheeks heat at his line of question, her own hands twisting in his satin shirt. She shifted her gaze to her pearly white nails, biting back a bashful smile. "Yes," she peeped in response to his question.

He pursed his lips and hummed, as if he were actually recalling memories of the night although the light in his eyes was enough to give him away.

"Must not have been enough then, since I can't remember telling you," he mused, tightening his hold on her with his fingers flexing against her back. His eyes detailed over her face, like he was counting every fleck of glitter, every plane of her face, and every spot he was planning on planting his lips. "Mean it, though. Y'look s'fucking gorgeous, 's not even fair."

He raised his hand to push her hair behind her shoulder, freeing space for him to trail his lips against her cheek. He drew a line of kisses over he skin, the stretch leading down her neck with the dots of his lips warming her in their wake. She felt her heartbeat quicken at his bold display of affection, strong enough she was sure Harry would be able to feel it.

"T-Thank you," she mumbled, trying her best to focus despite he delicate way he was feathering his lips across her skin . She felt him smile against her neck, breathing a laugh that caused his curls to brush against the skin of her bare shoulder.

"You're welcome, m'angel."

Harry pressed her deeper against his chest, (Y/N) swearing she was able to feel his heartbeat. His hands were warm on the small of her back, his fingers spanning along the expanse with the cool of his rings seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. He distracted her with another whispered compliment and a press of his lips beside her ear as his hands slid just marginally lower to stop at the curve of her bottom. Her brows raised and eyes widened at his action, Harry's own features keeping the same smile, now tinged with just a cocky tug at the corners. He knew what he was doing and he was pleased with the reaction she was giving him.

"Harry, not here, please," she whispered, grabbing at his forearms to stop him from going any lower. "I don't want everyone to see."

His expression turned softer, leaving the teasing edge behind at her quiet pleas. He shifted his hold on her, his warmth leaving her hips before his fingers tangled between hers with their palms pressed together. He ducked his head and pressed a petite kiss to her nose before nudging his own against the tip in a puppy kiss.

"Sorry, baby, was jus' messing. Won't do it again, promise," he mumbled, the green of his eyes intense against the black liner darkening his waterline.

"Its okay," she conceded, looking to him with a soft smile on her face.

He untangled one of their join hands, reaching up and brushing a stray string of tinsel that had fell over her face. He smoothed her hair back as he did so, his gaze following the path of his hand before scanning over her features. His hand settled on the side of her neck, his thumb running along the hinge of her jaw. "Jus' hard to remember where we are sometimes, when I can only see you and how pretty y'are, angel."

"Stop," she whined, elongating the word as a bashful smile took over her features.

Harry's lips were stuck in that soft smile, dipping his head down to meet her eyes. "One more kiss, darling?"

She indulged in his request, her own hands coming to rest on either side of his jaw. Her white painted nails trailed into his hairline as her eyes fluttered closed. Harry slotted his lips against her's, the gloss sparkling over her own pout transferred to his. He guided her through the kiss, his tongue delicately tracing a line over the full of her bottom lip, just wanting to taste more of her. (Y/N)'s breathing stuttered as Harry maneuvered them with (Y/N) now standing between him and the wall, his hands landing on her hips. She didn't even have it in her to be embarrassed at their display, only able to focus on Harry and the thickening bulge at his crotch.

Harry was hard.

Her breath hitched at the thought, her kissing stuttering to match her heartbeat. Harry lent back at her reaction, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth as she gazed at her through hooded eyes.

"Y'alright, baby?" he mumbled, squeezing her hips in his hands. The bands of his rings were solid and cool against her heated skin, giving her just enough clarity to process his words.

"Yeah, just I—you're—"

He cut her off with a breathy laugh, his smile lazy on his lips. "I know, 's okay." His tongue peeked out, licking across his lips as he kept his eyes stuck on her's. "Y'ready to go home, angel?"

(Y/N) nodded her head without a thought. "Yes, please."

A lopsided smile appeared on his features, straightening his posture as he let go of her hips. He smoothed out (Y/N)'s satin dress and brushed back her hair, even swiping his thumb around the edge of her mouth to wipe away the remnants of her clear lip gloss they now shared. He mumbled for her to follow him, tangling their fingers together as they maneuvered through the crowd.

"Can y'do something for me when we get home?" Harry started as they walled back to his car, his phone in his other hand typing out a goodbye text to both Niall and Sarah, letting her know where (Y/N) was going to be for the night.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Keep your wings on tonight."

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"Where do you think you're going?"

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks at the sound of Harry's voice. He was stood by the front door, absently locking it behind him as he looked at her with a raised brow. The edge of her fluffed wings created a frame edging her vision as she looked over her shoulder, eyes wide.

"I was going to get changed, why?" she asked as she absently played with the drooping strap of her dress.

"Thought I told y'to keep your wings on tonight." The black of his eyeliner intensified his gaze, making him that much more intimidating.

"Oh," she breathed, her mouth set in a small gap. Her hands fell to the hem of her dress, fingers running along the lace edging. "I didn't know you were serious."

He twisted his rings, taking lazy steps towards her. "Y'don't have to if y'don't want to, but I do think y'would look really pretty riding me with your little wings on."

She felt a rush of heat simmer behind her cheeks at his words. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, unsure of what to say, but she definitely liked that idea.

"W-When is Mitch coming home?" she finally peeped. Harry settled his hands on her waist, twisting her to face him as he looked down at her.

A lopsided smile tugged at his lips. "Could text him and tell him to stay the night with Sarah."

She was quiet for a moment, eyes tracing the black edging of his top. "Really?"

"If that's what y'wanted, angel," he crooned to her, dipping his head down to press a kiss to her cheek. He trailed his lips along her skin, the smallest of kisses dotting along her jawline.

She swallowed as her eyes fluttered shut, losing herself in Harry's affections. She gently nodded her head. "I-I do, please."

Harry smiled against her skin. He allowed one more press of his lips against her skin before pulling back. He dropped his hands lower on her waist, one cradling the curve of her bottom in his palm. "Go sit and wait for me, kay? Gonna grab some things and text Mitch."

She eagerly nodded her head as she blinked up at him, scuttling off to take a seat on the couch where he wanted her. Her eyes followed Harry as he disappeared in his bedroom, the red satin of his shirt glinting in the light. (Y/N) felt antsy sitting on the couch waiting for Harry to return, that familiar warmth gathering between her legs as she thought of what was to follow when he came back. She traced her fingers along the lace lining the hem of her dress, catching a wild idea that caused her cheeks to heat.

Technically, Harry only asked for her to keep her wings on, the rest of her outfit was left up to her discretion.

She knew she only had a couple of moments left before Harry would be back, and she wanted to surprise him. She was aware she wasn't a very bold person, so she hoped Harry would be pleased by her extra showing.

(Y/N) was quick to pull her dress over her head, careful to ensure the placement of her wings and delicate feathers that lined the framing. She dropped the slip into a pile at her feet, kicking her boots off beside the fabric. She felt slightly exposed in only a pair of white, string panties and the pair of wings on her back. She barely had time to cover her breasts with her arms before Harry came walking out of his bedroom, gaze fixed on the phone in his hands as he held the familiar foil package of a condom between his pinky and ring finger.

"We'll be alone for the rest of the night, angel, does that make y'feel be—Oh." Harry's eyes finally caught sight of her practically naked form, his brows shooting up in surprise. He trapped his bottom lip between his teeth as he stopped in his tracks, absently shoving his phone back in his pocket. "Look at you, baby. Jus' like I pictured."

She shyly smiled under his gaze. "You mean it?"

Harry only shot her a lopsided smile before taking measured paces towards her. His steps were slow and lazy, his gaze never shifting from his angel as he took all of her in and committed the moment to memory. He was still silent as he reached her, offering her his hand.

With her hand in his, he gently tugged her along with him to the edge of the couch. He took a seat on one of the cushions, pulling (Y/N) to straddle his lap. She split her thighs as she sat atop his own, her hands settling on his shoulders and leaving the rest of her body exposed. Harry's own hands found her waist, warming the skin while causing a layer of goosebumps to form.

"Jus' like I pictured," he reiterated, a dreamy tint laced through his voice. His eyes flitted about her form, fixing on the tip divinely white feathers of the wings fanned out behind her. "Gorgeous, y'know that?"

"Stop," she whined, falling into his chest and burying her face in his neck to hide her shy smile. She heard him breath a laugh over her shoulder as his palms shifted to run along the expanse of her back. The tips of his fingers traced along the edges of the feathered wings, absently pressing kisses to the soft skin of her neck as he did so.

He gently rolled his hips under her's, his bulge pressing tightly against the thin cotton of her underwear. A small, breathy sigh fell from (Y/N)'s lips, her hands clutching tighter at Harry's still clothed torso. He repeated the motion a few more times, his hands shifting to grip her by the hips and grind her down harder against his.

"H-Harry," (Y/N) shakily moaned, the satin of his shirt smooth against her cheek. She felt even more vulnerable than normal, knowing that he was completely clothed under her while she was virtually naked.

"Feel good, angel?" he crooned to her, absently brushing her hair from her shoulder to reveal more of her shimmering skin to press sweet kisses to.

"Mhm," she hummed, her voice taking a higher pitch from the strain of her breathing. "R-really good, daddy."

Harry let out his own groan at the sound of his title, his fingers tightening around the thick of her hips. "Would y'do something for me, baby?" he asked, voice rocky.

She eagerly nodded her head, pulling back just enough to see his face. She would do anything for him at this point.

"Go ahead and get m'cock out for me, yeah?" His gaze was heavy on her's, the black of his slightly smudged eyeliner only adding to the intensity of his request. He trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, biting back a smile as he took in her flustered expression though they've barely even started.

"O-okay," she stuttered, her breasts heaving with the deep breath that filled her lungs.

She brought her hands to the waist of Harry's pants, fingers fumbling around the button and zip. A hiss fell from his lips as her fingers brushed against the bulge straining against the fabric, the effect of her own subtle teasing she wasn't aware she was performing. (Y/N) raised herself from his thighs, standing on her knees as she pulled both the black fabric of his pants and his boxers down to his knees. Harry's own hands stayed steady on her hips, fingers plucking at the thin string of her thong and snapping it against her skin. His cock bobbed against his stomach, a bubble of precum leaking from the tip and smearing against the delicate fabric of his top. A choked breath stuttered from his chest, drawing (Y/N)'s eye from the ruddy head of his cock to his flushed cheeked and hooded eyes.

"Touch me, angel, get me ready for you," he rasped, his eyes fixed on the pout of her lips and the angelic shimmer she had retained through the night.

"Okay, daddy," she mumbled quietly in response, a quiet moan falling from Harry's lips a moment later.

(Y/N) delicately wrapped her fist around the shaft of his prick, the member twitching in her hand at the contact. Harry's breathing hitched and his eyes fluttered closed. "Go ahead, baby. Make daddy feel good," Harry breathed, his hands running along her sides.

(Y/N) gently stroked her hand along his prick, flicking her eyes between Harry's blissed out expression and the movements of her hands. She scooted herself closer up his thighs, the wet of her panties pressing against the underside of his cock. She focused her hand on the tip of his cock, spreading around the stream of sticky precum that dripped from his slit. Her own breathing became labored at the feel of his prick, absently grinding her own hips against his. She was barely aware of the way Harry's hands drifted from her waist and fell to the curve of her ass. He pulled her closer with his grip on her bottom, (Y/N) removing her hand from his shaft in favor of allowing Harry to grind her against his cock.

She let out a small moan as a particularly hard grind of their hips rubbed her swollen clit on the underside of his member. "H-Harry," she stuttered, her breathing coming in broken pulls as she fell into him. She buried her cheek against the silken fabric of his shirt, pressing the smallest of kisses against the skin of his tattooed chest.

"Feel good, angel? Feel good rubbing against daddy's cock like that?" he pressed, bucking his own hips upwards. He mimicked the way he would usually fuck her as she rode him, his fingers pressing deeper into the plush of her ass, surely leaving bruises he would feel bad about in the morning. "Like a fucking angel, baby. Swear you're from heaven."

(Y/N) clutched him tighter in response, jerkily nodding her head. A trail of glitter was left in her wake, matching the sparkling kiss marks smeared against Harry's skin. "Feels so good, daddy. I love you." She couldn't stop herself before moaning out the sentiment, not having the mind to care if it ruined the moment Harry had set.

"I love you too, angel. S'fucking much." A stray kiss was pressed to the top of her head, Harry burying his nose among the tinseled strands. The moment felt tender despite the way he was fucking his cock against her, softening (Y/N) in his arms. A beat passed before Harry spoke against, his voice rougher and more strained than she remembered it being, "Ready for more, angel girl?"

She franticly nodded her head in response. "Y-yes, please."

A lazy smile stretched across his face, slowing the motion of his hips. He pulled her back just far enough to see her face before settling his hands on her hips and shuffling her back along his thighs. "Grab the condom for me, baby." He jerked his chin behind her, where he had left the foil package on the coffee table.

She mumbled a quick okay, twisting in his lap and reaching behind her. Her back was left exposed to Harry, the fluff of her wings visible. (Y/N) was absently aware of the warmth she felt of his tattooed hand as it trailed up her spine before disappearing as he traced his fingers along the fluffed, white feathers of her wings. She moved to face him again, turning her head to find Harry's hooded gaze fixed on the last remaining part of her Halloween costume.

"Wait," he mumbled, his voice firm though quiet in the space between them, "Let me feel for a second." (Y/N) stopped in her tracks at his request, letting him trace his hands along her back. "Gonna fuck an angel tonight," he whispered, as if she wasn't supposed to hear him.

(Y/N) bit back a smile before looking over her shoulder. "What did you say?" she asked, feigning cluelessness in hopes he would say it again for her to hear this time.

Harry shifted his gaze to match her's, raising a brow as a matching lopsided smile took over his features. "Nothing, baby." He shook his head before hesitantly removing his hands from her body in favor of taking the condom packet from her hands. It only took a moment for Harry's practiced hands to pull the latex down his member, pumping his shaft a couple times over for added effect. "C'mere," Harry sighed, shifting his hips and adjusting his position before pulling (Y/N) to sit just above his cock. "Pull your panties to the side for me, my love."

With shaky fingers, she pulled the soaked cotton of her thong to the side, her fingertips just barely brushing against her wetness. Her breathing hitched at the gentle contact, her shoulders jumping. Harry breathed a soft laugh at her response, his hand on the small of her back urging her closer.

"Sensitive tonight, angel?" he mused, his free hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

"Y-yeah," she breathed, shakily nodding her head to affirm her words. Harry mumbled something in response, (Y/N) unable to catch the full of it, yet it sounded like he had said something about her being s'precious.

"Ready?" he asked, looking up at her as she stood on her knees above his hard cock.

"Uh-huh," she breathed, looking to him with wide eyes.

Harry gently gripped the thick of her hip, tugging her down. The tip of his cock nudged against her weeping hole, Harry biting his lip between his teeth with his lip ring twisting against the force. (Y/N) held her own breath, knowing that when she was on top the stretch was a bit harder to get used to than usual. She sunk down on his cock, the tip popping in before her walls fluttered around his shaft. Harry's breathing stuttered, his still clothed chest heaving. (Y/N) let out a petite whine at the full feeling that spread through her stomach.

Finally, she was sat fully on his lap, her thighs spread wide in order to take the full of him in her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting go of her panties now that he was inside. Harry's own gaze was fixed where they were joined, his hands finding purchase on her waist and massaging the soft skin there.

"How do y'feel?" Harry swallowed after his words, slowly raking his gaze along her form before finding her own eyes. "Good, still?"

She nodded her head quickly, "R-really good. You're so deep, daddy."

Harry didn't bother with a response before he craned his neck and caught her lips in the first kiss they'd shared since coming home. He slotted her bottom lip between his two, drawing the kiss deeper as he peeked his tongue out and ran it along the full of her pout. His nose gently nudged against her's in an effort to pull her closer, his breathing coming out labored as he couldn't find it in him to leave the soft heaven that was her lips. (Y/N)'s fingers in his hair tugged in small, gentle pulls, causing a choked moan to fall from his lips. She felt her walls clench at the sound, everything he did in that moment only serving to further turn her on. She began to draw her hands from his hair and down his shoulders, wanting to hold onto the thick of his shoulders when she rode him. The satin of his shirt slipped against her palms, causing a frown to take place on her face.

Harry was quick to pull back, a concerned pinch in his brow as his gaze scanned over her face in search of any indication of what upset her. "What's wrong, darling? Am I too deep?"

"No, no," she rushed, shaking her head as she fisted the fabric of his shirt, "I want this off."

Harry smirked at her pouting, the whine in her voice only further adding to the light in his eyes. Sometimes she was so cute it hurt his heart, and times like these, it caused his cock to twitch and made it that much harder to not fuck up into her before she was ready.

"Go 'head and take it off then," he challenged, a smug tilt to his chin as he gazed at her.

(Y/N) didn't waste any time after getting permission, her shaky, eager fingers fumbling around the buttons of his top. She only got through two of them before Harry unexpectedly thrusted his hips upward, his cock hitting deeper than she's ever felt. A broken moan of his name fell from her lips, her hands pausing and falling flat on the muscles of his stomach as she curled forward. Before she could even recover, Harry was already righting her in his lap. He arranged her as he pleased, a mock disappointed look on his face.

"Keep going, angel. Thought y'wanted m'shirt off," he mused, his hands covering hers before bringing them to the column of buttons on his top.

"I-I do! But you-you—"

"'M only making y'feel good, baby, I don't know why y'had to stop." He flitted his eyes to her's, fighting off the smile tugging at his lips in favor of keeping up his facade.

There was always something that stirred in her tummy whenever he spoke to her like that, knowing that he was the one in control of the scene. She listened to him without question, her breathing still slightly shaky as she tried again to rid him of his shirt. She only had two more buttons left, she could do this.

While she expected him to roll his hips against her's again, instead she felt him slide his hand around to her front. The warmth of his palm slid down her thigh, before reaching between her legs where they were joined. In a second, (Y/N) too preoccupied with trying to pop this one button, Harry's thumb nudged against her swollen clit. A jolt of warmth shot right to the knot forming in her tummy, her shoulders slumping as she moaned. She tried her best to keep her focus, wanting so badly to get his shirt off so she could finally feel him sliding against her walls, but it only proved that much harder as her thoughts were clouded by pleasure.

"Can feel y'clenching around me, angel," Harry mumbled, his voice much more strained than during his teasing, "Feels so fucking good."

(Y/N) didn't have it in her to respond before finally unbuttoning his shirt and pushing the halves of his top to the side. His bare chest was on display, the shoulders drooping down his arms just as she wanted. She dragged her hands down the bare muscles, the tattoos left with a sheen of glitter from her costume that had begun to spread all around them.

"Better?" Harry pressed, his hands returning to her hips.

(Y/N) hummed her agreement, nodding her head in conjunction. "Wanna"—she cut herself off as she swallowed, her gaze finally matching his—"Wanna ride you now, please."

Harry's own eyes fluttered closed, his neck rolling back against the back of the couch. "Do it, baby. Fuck yourself on daddy's cock."

(Y/N) planted her hands against his chest, the white of her nails standing out starkly against the black of his tattoos. She used that leverage to lift her hips from his, the muscles shaky from being spread so far for so long. His cock slid through her walls, each vein and pulse felt inside her. Just as only the tip was left at her hole, (Y/N) sunk back down. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her lids fluttered closed; that first push always felt especially good. Harry let out his own shaky moan in reaction, his hands tightening on her hips. He helped steady her as she set her pace, knowing she always wanted his help whenever she was on top.

"Feel good, angel?" he groaned, his rings digging into her skin.

"S-so good, daddy," she whined, her nails scratching against his chest as she continued riding him.

He thrusted his hips up to meet her's, the sound of his title spurring him on. He wanted to get impossibly closer to her, feel every bit of the heaven sitting on his lap. (Y/N) threw her head back at the feel of the new angle, her sparkling hair falling down her back by her wings. Harry's gaze was fixed on the vision of her petite wings bracketing her head, the angelic emblem a tender opposition against he pornographic way her breasts heaved in front of him and the vulnerable heat that lined her neck.

His perfect, little angel.

His hand absently trailed up her front, the expanse of his palm smoothing over her tummy and the valley between her breasts. (Y/N) shuddered under the contact, causing a break in the pace of her hips, the fluff of her wings fluttering at the motion. The rosettes on Harry's hand served as a makeshift necklace as he paused with his hand at the base of her neck. His index finger traced along the column of her throat, his gaze following the red glitter on his nail as it stuck out against her smooth skin.

"Keep bouncing on m'cock, angel. You look s'fucking gorgeous getting yourself off like that." His words were lazy in his mouth, drawling from his tongue and melting in the space between them.

"D-daddy," she whined, her throat bobbing under his hand, "C-can you touch—?"

She left the rest of her sentence hanging in the air, unable to think through the ending before getting lost in the feeling of him in the deep of her stomach.

"Want me to touch your clit, baby? Play with you a little bit?" His hand was already moving from her neck, towards the dripping wetness of her pussy.

She finally rolled her neck to rest her head on her shoulder, a lost look in her eyes that matched the rest of her fucked-out expression. "Please?"

Harry didn't bother to say anything else, instead running tight circles with his thumb along the bundle of nerves she had so politely asked for him to play with. Slick noises sounded from between her legs, both from the sound of her continuing to bounce atop his cock and the added friction of his finger on her clit.

"F-fuck, angel, can feel y'squeezing me," he groaned, the blunt of his nails digging into her thigh the same way she unintentionally clenched her walls around his prick.

Instead of answering, (Y/N) fell into Harry's chest. Her face was cuddled against his neck, the curtain of his curls making the moment even more intimate. Calls of his name got stuck in her throat, her sighing breaths taking precedent. But, that didn't stop Harry from his own filthy sentiments spilling from his lips.

"I've got m'own personal angel t'fuck," he drawled, (Y/N) able to imagine the pink flush in his cheeks and the unfocus gaze he held under his lashes. "Feels jus' like heaven, y'know that? M'little dream girl."

(Y/N)'s heart jumped in her chest at the small admittance that fell from his lips. She was his dream girl.

"H-Harder, daddy," she squeaked, wanting to feel closer to him in wake of his honeyed words.

"Harder?" he pressed, already tightening his hand on her hips much like the knot in her stomach. Before (Y/N) could even answer, he was already thrusting into her, meeting the rolls of her hips and the somewhat gentle pace she had set for herself. The sound of their skin slapping together mixed with the slick noises from between her legs.

The harshness of his thrusting and the circles he made on her clit were just enough to bring her to the edge. She felt it build before unravelling at her center and spreading along the rest of her body. She couldn't keep up the steady bouncing she had curated as she rode him, Harry taking over with his hand on her hip as he fucked up into her.

She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face deeper into the tattooed skin of his neck. The remnants of her sticky gloss smeared across his skin, lashes tickling the column of his throat. "H-Harry!" she called, her hands finding the satin of his shirt to hold tightly in her fists.

"'M right here, angel, I've got you," he cooed to her, his own cock twitching in reaction to the desperate call of his name and the feel of her cumming around him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, hugging her to his chest as she came down.

She was impossibly sensitive as Harry slowed to a grind against her, the fabric of her underwear gently rubbing against her swollen clit. The aftershocks of her orgasm set small shocks through her spine, stiffening her posture and squeezing her thighs around his. Though she felt satisfied, she could feel the way Harry's cock throbbed inside her, just on the edge of cumming.

She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting herself on her shaky knees with her sore thighs stretching. Harry was quick to steady her, even lifting her some. "Need help cleaning up, darling?" he asked, his gaze unfocused though his mind was only set on her.

"No, no," she shook her head, stopping him before he could pull her fully from his cock, "Wanna make you cum first, please."

She didn't wait for any kind of response before she sunk herself down on his cock again. She curated a sloppy pace as she rode him, definitely not as consistent as before but Harry didn't seem to mind.

He shifted one of his hand to the back of her head, wiggling his fingers against the roots of her hair. He used that gentle grip to pull her face from his neck and to his own where he smeared his lips against her's in a sticky kiss. His brow was furrowed as he felt the beginnings of his orgasm shoot through his body. He mumbled a string of curses and his favorite pet names for her against her lips, each word coming out breathless. (Y/N) could feel his warm cum filling the condom inside of her, her walls fluttering around him from the hypersensitivity of the feeling.

Eventually, Harry settled against the cushion, his lips drawing away from her's as his neck rolled against the back of the couch. His skin was flushed, a shade matching the red of his shirt that had fallen to his sides. He held her as tight as he could with his limp arms, his fingertips brushing lightly against her skin. He came down slowly just as she had, the small aftershocks flittering through his system in minute doses before he was completely spent. The drop of euphoria only made it that much more vital for him to hold her to his chest, trying to feel her heartbeat against his own.

"Ready t'get up or are your thighs still sore?" Harry asked, his voice breathless as he came to his senses now that his head was clear.

"Still sore," she whined, the full of her lips brushing against his skin, "But, I wanna go to your room, its warmer."

A smile spread across his lips at her request. Somehow, while still topless with a pair of fluffy wings on her back and his softening cock in her, she was able to make this moment tender.

"Gonna have to get up then, m'love," he mused, his hands sliding to her thighs and warming her skin with the heat of his palms. She was right that she was getting cold, a layer of goosebumps covering her skin.

"I know," she grumbled, Harry able to hear the pout in her voice.

Her arms tightened around his neck as he pulled he lifted her from his cock. The fluid movement caused a shiver to go down her spine and a hitch in Harry's breath. He quickly pulled up his pants, tucking his cock back in his boxers and setting the waistband of his trousers back on his hips. Afterwards, he gently cradled (Y/N) to his chest, one hand on her back and the other under her bottom to support her as he stood up. She held tightly to him as he walked them to his room, the sore muscles in her thighs twitching as she clenched them around his waist.

Once in the warmth of Harry's room (though he could argue that his room wasn't any different than the rest of his house, he couldn't dispute the way she visibly relaxed when she was settled in a tuft of his black bedding), he settled her on his bed, (Y/N) hesitantly unraveling her grip on him.

"Be right back," he mumbled to her, pressing a quick kiss to her swollen lips before disappearing into the bathroom.

Harry was quick to discard of the condom before removing his rings and grabbing a wet washcloth and a couple of makeup wipes to clean up the angel sitting on his bed. He made a quick stop in his closet, feeling (Y/N)'s eyes fixed to his back as the still unbuttoned shirt of his 'costume' fluttered behind him.

"Do y'wanna wear pants tonight, darling?" he called to her, picking a pair of underwear from the small section of his closet he carved out for her.

"No, thank you!"

A smile stretched across his cheeks at her response. Always so polite.

Now clad in only a pair of sweatpants with the red satin shirt and a set of underwear for her tucked under his arm, he shut the closet door behind him to find (Y/N) sat with her arms covering her chest still at the edge of the bed where he left her.

"Let's get y'cleaned up okay, angel?" he prompted, crouching in front of her. He dropped each of his things to the nightstand beside him before gently spreading her legs in front of him. She absently nodded her head, gaze fixed on his mussed curls she had been pulling only five minutes prior.

Harry plucked her thong down her legs, the cotton now cold against her skin. With the washcloth, he gently wiped away the leftover wetness from their session in the living room. She jumped slightly as he brushed over her clit, one of her hands falling from her chest and running through his curls. He bit back a smile at the feeling of her absently tracing the curls down his neck, pressing a stay kiss to the inside of her knee.

"Budge up," he mumbled, pulling the fresh pair of pink underwear up her calves. She immediately listened, lifting her hips so Harry could settle the cotton against her core with a tiny pink bow resting in the center. "Better?" he asked, gazing up at her from between her legs.

"Yes, thank you," she smiled, moving her hands to cup his jaw before curling down and pressing a kiss to his lips.

Harry only smiled against her kiss.

"Want help getting your wings off?" he questioned once he pulled away, standing to his full height in front of her.

"Help, please. I can't reach them that well, Sarah had to help me earlier."

Harry was more than happy to crawl onto the bed behind her, brushing her sparkling hair out of the way to showcase more of the divine set of feathers latched to her back. "Brought a makeup wipe for you, by the way. 'S on the table," he mused, finding the magnet that the strapless wings had attached to taped on her back. He frowned at the idea of her going to these lengths just to dress up for the night, the mechanism surely uncomfortable. He was careful to remove each piece, setting the wings off to the side of them. Now, with her back bare, he found the reddened creases and lines the wings had left on her skin, the imprints most likely sore against her spine. "Darling," he sighed, running his fingers along the red marks, "Why didn't y'tell me those hurt? I wouldn't have made y'keep them on for so long."

"What do you mean?" she questioned, her voice muffled as she ran the damp wipe along her skin.

"You're all covered in marks from your wings," he pouted, dipping his head and pressing butterfly light kisses to the area.

"Oh," she sounded, "That's just cause I wore them for a while, they didn't hurt, H. Don't worry, I'm okay." Her reassurance ended in a soft laugh, easing his heart just the tiniest bit.

"Promise?"

"I promise, Harry." She turned her head over her shoulder, her face now bare from her makeup though small traces of glitter were stamped along her cheeks. She puckered her lips, fluttering her eyes closed as she asked him for a kiss.

Harry was more than happy to comply to her request, pecking a series of small kisses against the full of her lips in an effort to hear her laugh again.

"Kept m'shirt for you to wear tonight, if y'wanted," Harry offered after achieving a small giggle from her.

"Can I?" she asked, turning around the bed to fully face him. She folded her knees underneath her, sitting between Harry's legs as she finally caught sight of the full of his bare, tattooed torso.

"Course," Harry affirmed, reaching towards the satin fabric he had put off to the side for her. He swung it behind her now wingless back, holding it for her to put her arms through the hole before threading only two of the buttons along the front. Much of her still glittered chest and tummy were left on display, the soft pink of her underwear contrasting against the deep red of the shirt.

"Thank you," she smiled to him, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Harry cupped her cheek, keeping her close to him as his eyes flitted affectionately along her features. "Wanna watch a movie, or are y'ready for bed?"

"Bed, please. I don't know how you do it all the time, whenever I'm on top it makes me so tired." A small pout formed on her lips at her confession.

"You're s'cute," he breathed, sparing a kiss to her nose before drawing away from her.

He pulled back the black duvet and the cotton sheets underneath, gesturing for (Y/N) to slide in first. He followed quickly after, tugging her close to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her breathing came in small puffs against his chest, something that's become comforting to Harry since knowing her.

"Love you," she whispered in the space between them, pressing an absent kiss against his chest.

He smoothed her hair back before dipping his head and pressing his lips against her hair. "I love you too, (Y/N)."

They fell into silence afterwards, Harry massing his fingers through her hair in soothing pulls. He was sure she had fallen asleep by the time his own eyes slid closed, his hand in her hair slowing.

"Harry?" she mumbled against his skin, pulling him from the limbo state he began to dream in.

"Hm?"

"Was that how you pictured it? With my angel wings and all?"

He breathed a laugh in response, his chest shaking under her's. "Better, m'angel girl. Always better."

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Having a girl with an aesthetic w/ Shinsou, Aizawa and Bakugou

Request: Shinsou with an e-girl gf, Aizawa with a dark academia wife and Bakugou with an angelcore or cottagecore girl, please and thank you. - anonymous.

Yall, dark academia is my best friends’ and mine aesthetic and its so pleazing. Like god damn. Angelcore is amazing so soft and uwu. Do I even have to say anything fir e-girls? No, I would just do them an injustice. Love ya and sorry for the inactivity.

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Shinsou Hitoshi

-Yall match.

-Like he wears dark brooding colors, mainly shades of purple to match his hair and maybe some greens while you on the other hand always have a black and red combo or some sort of stripped item of clothing.

-You share beanies.

-It has become an unspoken rule that you two will always go for beanie shopping every october.

-Your style kinda changes according to the month.

-Like during september you wearing mainly greys to match your sour mood bc school, during october since its spooky season you wear oranges and purples matching your boyfriend perfectly while January and December are red months.

-Those are his favorite.

-Red brings out the color of your lips making you look even more fearsome and badass, turning him on in the process.

-Yes I said it, Shinsou will beg for red lipstick.

-He’s semi worried for your hair.

-You keep changing it and he doesn’t mind when you cut it, oh no he finds your bangs or pixie cut adorable.

-He is worried when you change colors like you chnage clothes.

-He liked all your phases.

-The skank stripe and half-half ones being his favorites but he will ask you to tone it down a bit give your hair some time to rest and regain their strength.

-Yall paint your nails.

-You will spend endless hours in his room just painting each others nails and doing face masks.

-It brings out his edgy lord side, the nail polish.

-As if the dark circles and that constant ominous look on his face doesn’t do it.

-But you love it.

-He looks so content when you two are just sitting there listening to trash rap songs and taking care of each other.

-He loves it when you wear skirts with thigh highs.

-Actually you can’t wear those anymore bc once he sees you you can’t really walk anywhere afterwards....

-He is all about your chains and chokers.

-Like give him some he is jealous.

-Baby really be thriving while dawning those fake silver chains.

-If you are interested in more intracate make up he loves being your test subject and just lets you transform his face into whatever deity you want.

-Tends to scroll through your tik tok because its full of witch toks and very very interesting cosplays and makeup stuff.

-Somehow he found himself into anti trump tik tok and he cant get out..... then his fyp shifted to draco tok and he just gave up.

- “Are you cheating on me with Draco Malfoy?”

- “Baby-”

- “Because I don’t blame you.”

-Deadass has a whole folder on his laptop with couples outfits he wants to recreate at some point.

-He’s just so wholesome.

Aizawa Shouta

-He really can’t understand how he managed to get such a fashion icon of a wife.

-I mean have you seen the way this man dresses?

-Head empty just Aizawa with pink sweatpants.

-Yeah so he really doesn’t get it how he managed that but he isn’t complaining.

-I mean have you seen the dark academia aesthitic.

-It gives Maraurders vibes and we stan.

-He loves it when you wear long coats and those scarfs.

-They make you look like such a lady and so sophisticated and he lives for it.

-He really likes the plaid skirts and pants, makes him think that he is living with an English lady or maybe a philosophy teacher.

-Have I mentioned how much he adores your vintage book obsession?

-Going to old bookstores together and just browsing through the poetry books or the fantsy novels has become one of his favorite past times.

-He tries to somewhat keep up with you but he struggles.

-He really has no fashion sense but he wants to try for you.

- “Honey you don’t have to dress up for me! I love you just the way you are.”

-He loves you so much like omggggg!!!!

-Anyways.

-Rainy days have become book dates where you just snuggle up together on the couch in a large fluffy brown blanket and you both have a book in your hands reading away.

-He loves the little expressions you make when you are reading something interesting or staright up crazy.

-He bought you your very own round -Harry-Potter-style glasses for your birthday.

-You had been going on and on for some months now about how you wanted to go and buy a pair but you never got around to it.

-Being a teacher at UA and a hero is kinda hard and a busy job so we get you.

-You were so excited when he gave them to you.

-Um for Halloween you two went as James Potter and Sirius Black.

-He has the hair, okay maybe he is lacking that care free and cocky attitude but visually he does a good job.

-Seeing him in that suit oh boy.

-Really your realationship is just full of Harry Potter references since you are kinda obsessed with that Era, especially the Marauders.

-Hizashi is lowkey jealous because he could never get AIzawa to dress nicely.

-You are special though!!

-You are the wife

-He does what you tell him to in reality.

-He’s kinda wrapped around your finger.

Bakugou Katsuki

-He gets flustered so easily.

-Like your aesthetic is so soft and angelic and compared to him people think you have a corruption kink.

-He kinda feels bad bc when you dress like something god sent it because painfully clear how opposites you are.

-He sees his rough edges and rude behavior more than usual and he may become self concious.

-You will have to reassure him and remind him that this is a facade and that he knows your true evil nature.

-You are a true menace.

-ANyone trying to fuck with your friends or your boyfriend?

-They are getting round house kicked and yeeted out a window.

-Back to your aesthetic.

-Whenever he seas something pastel or colorful he wants to immediately buy it.

-Especially pastel stuff.

-Pastel is your whole thing.

-Pastel pinks, blues, purples, and greens.

-He will buy anything, from a headband to a purse to a very very cute plaid skirt.

-Kirishima and Denki are always so confused when he comes back to the common room with a few bags from womens’ clothing stores.

-He never answers their questions of course.

-He likes watching you make mood boards and create matching outfits.

-Trying clothes in fornt of him is a must, a small fashion show taking place in your room every Friday night.

-He likes to believe that you truly are an angel.

-Your aesthetic is a combination of angelcore and cottage core so your room is split into two sides.

-One side full of plants while the other had pastel mood boards.

-So pleasing.

-You tried to shift him into your aesthetic once.

-AND IT WAS ATRAUMATIZING EXPERIENCE.

-He looked so good in white and soft yellow but his mood was so so foul.

-He had made you agree to never a) bring this up and b) try this again.

-You have taken some photos though so not eveyrthing was lost.

-You will never tell him that you have evidence of his cottage core moment.

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elderbwrry · 3 years

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Girls' Night

tags: the knights of ren, All Women Knights of Ren, Girl's night, Girl's Knight, haha please like me, Fluff and Humor, Adversarial Kylux, Very much a WIP, Kylux, although fair warning it might not be that relationshippy

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Summary: Hux is surprised by what the Knights of Ren get up to in their free time - it's strangely humanising. Unfortunately, Ren is still being the Lord of all Assholes. Hux needs a way to get back at him. It gives him an idea.

Hux marched down the corridor in the Finalizer's quarters deck, the section dedicated to command personnel. The immaculately tiled and polished floors glinted as he whipped past them. He was walking a little faster than usual, he noticed with distaste, but it wasn't surprising; this was his last task before he could officially count his shift as “over” and, instead of standing stiffly on the bridge checking reports, he could settle down to checking them in the comfort of his quarters. His sofa beckoned, along with another three hours of beloved admin, then five necessary hours of sleep before his next shift.

Moments ticked by as he had to pause and wait for a security door to open, and he felt his frustration manifesting itself in his brow. He was currently delaying himself by heading approximately six minutes out of the way of his own quarters, all to give Ren little more than a telling off. This wasn't the first time the glorified poser had caused him this kind of issue – trust Ren to get in the way, he excelled at it – but it was the first time Hux was personally carrying the message round to his quarters that he needed to file a report for the mission he returned from over a week ago.

Hux had tried the usual ways of getting hold of Ren; on his return to the ship, Hux had informed him a report was due; an automated reminder had been sent; a follow-up reminder had been sent; Hux sent a reminder himself. Today, when his agenda noted that Ren still remained unresponsive, Hux hailed him over internal comms. No reply. He called Mitaka in, intending to send him to Ren's quarters, but the poor man had paled at the knight's very name. So, Hux had dismissed him, and undertaken to deliver the message himself.

Hux didn't bother to wonder the reason why Ren wasn't completing the report – undoubtedly it was because he was irresponsible, disrespectful, possibly illiterate – he only amused himself to wonder what foolish excuse would be employed this time. “Meditation,” Hux's mind supplied in a mocking approximation of Ren's voice without that ostentatious helmet, “important Force matters,” “training,” “I was just really tired and forgot :(”

He was just shaking his head disapprovingly at the imagined pout as he drew up outside the door itself. He pressed the button to request entry, pushing it harder than necessary until his thumb joint hurt, as if somehow that would convey through the automated, equalized buzz sound how annoyed he was with Ren taking up his time like this.

The door puffed open, and Hux's mouth was already opened to give Ren a piece of his mind when he realised that the person in front of him was not, in fact, Ren. Instead, stood before him was a woman nearly a head shorter than himself, her long, black hair piled on her head in a decidedly non-regulation messy bun, drawn away from her face, on which was slathered some kind of light pink paste. She was wrapped in a fluffy, pink dressing gown, under which appeared to be heart patterned pink pyjamas.

Hux's planned rebuke of Ren fell away into an, “Uh.” Usually, he had time to prepare himself for any kind of non-work-related interactions, but he had planned to go into this with a clipped, righteous annoyance and come out of it with a self-indulgent bit of riling Ren up, and now that Ren was not available for that, he had nothing.

“Yes?” she said, about as neutrally as Hux supposed anyone would, when called upon while attired as she was.

“I must have the wrong quarters,” was what he managed to reply.

“These aren't mine,” she explained, pointing behind her, around a corner which Hux couldn't see, “You looking for Kylo?”

“Yes,” Hux said stiffly, “is Ren here?”

The woman leaned back inside the door, around the corner Hux still couldn't see. “Kyle!” she called, “visitor.”

“He's not getting up, wet nails!” someone called back, another female sounding voice.

Just what was happening in there? How many women were there, and what were they doing in Ren's quarters, of all places, clad in such unofficial wear? Hux shuddered to think. Was he also going to have to remind Ren of the rules against fraternisation with inferior officers? That was sure to be a fun conversation of Ren not giving a kriff and Hux being able to do little but barb his words and maybe mention the situation to Snoke. Odd, though – Hux had never thought Ren had showed any preference for women... or perhaps that had just been wishful thinking.

The woman before him remained still for a moment, her brown eyes glazing over just slightly in a way which made Hux think she wasn't entirely mentally present. Then the look was gone as soon as it had come, and she frowned, annoyed. “He wants you to leave,” she informed him, “but he wasn't very nice about it, so you're coming in.” She turned and retreated back inside, beckoning casually for him to follow.

After a moment, once Hux's brain had caught up – Ren had just communicated with the woman through the Force, and now he was being invited in against those wishes. He slipped through the door, letting it puff closed behind him.

The first fact of the place was that Ren's quarters were larger than Hux's. Hux had known this, of course – he'd scoffed over the confirmation for the allocation when Ren had first transferred over, perfectly happy to take moderately sized quarters himself – but, as he walked down the grandly inlaid corridor from the entrance antechamber to what was presumably a living space, it contributed to the sense of an impending mystery as to what, exactly, he was about to discover. He hoped it was nothing too debauched.

“You're that General, aren't you?” the woman a step in front of him asked over her shoulder. “Hanks? Hugs?”

“Hux,” he corrected. He disliked intensely when people got his name wrong. He was the General of the ship they were all currently hurtling through space on, he was the General Starkiller – how could she not know who he was? “Who are you?”

“Ushar,” she replied easily. No rank, no designation of any sort, no actual deference to him as a General; all things Hux made a mental note of for later, when he could check the ship manifest.

“Might I ask what you're...”

Hux had begun to speak with an acerbic self-confidence – it was his ship, and he demanded to know what was happening on it – but it all became clear when Ushar opened the door to the central living area and the situation was revealed. It was the second time Hux had been caused to falter in his words in the last five minutes, and he didn't appreciate it. “What is this?” he asked, minorly horrified, as he took in the scene before him.

Ushar shrugged. “Girls' night.”

The room looked like some kind of stereotypical, tacky imitation of a Zeltronian spa had taken over. There were tall glasses of something bubbly scattered around, half-drunk, the bottle chilling in a bucket of ice on the coffee table, which was scattered with cosmetic items. A holo-romance was playing off to the side. Boxes of chocolates fountained forth crunched up wrappers. There were four women – two humans, a zabrak and a twi'lek – lounging around in the pit of cushions the room had been turned into. The cushions were allpink to match the identical pink bath robes and headbands and fluffy slippers the room's inhabitants were sporting. And, at the centre of it all; Ren.

“You...” Hux started, under his breath just enough that no-one would take notice of the stammering. He had certainly not expected this. “I...”

Ren, clad too in pink fluffy bath robe, seemingly with nothingunder it this time, finally took notice that Ushar had led Hux in, as he sat up quickly and angrily, removing slices of some green vegetable from over his eyes. The woman who had been painting his toenails – black, possibly the only thing that could reconcile the Ren Hux was used to with this strange, pink perversion before him – protested, but he ignored her, instead hurrying to his feet and wading his way out of the pillows.

“I told you to make him leave,” Ren growled at Ushar, but the effect was considerably diminished thanks to his appearance. The bathrobe he wore was the short, fun kind of style which only came to his knees; the pink headband kept all his hair back from his face gave him a kooky sort of bird's nest; his face was slathered with a light green version of what Ushar had on, all except for comical spaces around his eyes and lips.

Ushar glared at him. “You shouldn't have ordered me like that, then,” she said, going over to sit next to the zabraki woman, shuffling in closer than was strictly platonic and picking up one of the glasses. “I'm not some stormtrooper.”

“You're ruining the night,” Ren brandished the vegetable slice at her. It wobbled.

“You'reruining the night!” the woman Ushar was sat next to shot back. “He's here after you!”

“Yeah, Kyle,” the twi'lek said from the sofa in a tone that was very much mocking, but still friendly, popping a chocolate in her mouth. Who were these people, that they could speak to Kylo Ren like this and get away with it?

Ren turned back to Hux, glowering. The face paste made him look like a clown. The outside finally reflects the inside, Hux thought to himself while wondering if Ren had waxed his legs or if they were just like that naturally, and had to force himself not to laugh. He obviously didn't mask his expressions quite as well as he should have, however, because Ren seemed to sense that Hux was amusing himself at his expense. Seizing Hux's upper arm in a grip to rival that of a hangar-bay droid, Ren manhandled Hux back to the door of the room, away from the group.

“Unhand me, you oaf,” Hux admonished, shaking Ren off him and lowering his tone a little so as not to disturb the ladies, who, in their disregard of Ren's plumped-up edginess, had endeared themselves to him.

“Why are you here?” Ren demanded before he'd even finished speaking, also at subdued pitch.

“Why are you here?” Hux returned, hissingly. “Who are these people? Why are you not completing the mission report which you have had no fewer than five requests for? Why the hells are your quarters this gods-awful colour?”

Ren took a moment to glare at Hux.

Hux interpreted this as having the upper hand. “Well?”

“I'm not completing any more of your stupid kriffing reports,” he said as if it were obvious. “I told you that already.”

Hux cycled through his memory quickly. He remembered Ren slamming down the last report onto his desk and threatening something similar, but he'd disregarded it, because reports were Necessary, and it was not a possibility for anyone to simply not do them.

“You will do the report,” Hux replied.

“No.”

“You'll do it now.”

Ren snorted. “No.”

Hux bristled. “Ren, I have been forced to come down here – well out of my way – to extract this report from you, only to find you sitting around like some... pampered princess, when I could be-”

“Good point actually, let's return to it. What are you doing down here?” Ren frowned and crossed his arms, but his lips curled cruelly, ready, Hux was sure, to make some insult about his doing such menial work.

“That brings me to the next matter,” Hux plucked the opportunity of throwing in this additional argument, squaring up. “You have intimidated my administrative staff to the point where it is necessary that I waste my time in a way which is thoroughly unacceptable to me.”

Ren widened his eyes in mock sympathy. “Did you forget how to use a comm?”

This only pissed Hux off more, because something about the movement was ridiculously attractive. He wasn't sure whether it was the slight shrug which emphasised Ren's muscular arms, the fact that the pink really brought out the rich shade of his hair, or even the cruelty behind the act itself, but it could not stand.

“I'm quite familiar with the comms system,” he spat, “it seems that you are the one having trouble, since you failed to reply to my hails. As my co-commander,” (Hux had practised in his bathroom mirror not grimacing as he said this) “you are expected to answer your comms when I call. It is highly unprofessional of you to shirk your duty like this.”

Ren momentarily pursed his lips. His next words were caustic. “I don't intend to waste my life away at work like you do, slaving over a tablet until I look like the living dead. At least I know how to relax.”

Hux's eye twitched. “I know how to relax.” An imagined image of himself on his icy blue sofa in his black and red robe, his cat to one side, his data-pad in hand, appeared in his mind. That was relaxing.

“No you don't,” Ren scoffed. “You should see the bags under your eyes. You look more drawn out than all the Starkiller blueprints put together.”

Mentally, Hux's self-image adjusted so that his porcelain skin turned grey, the lines of his face more prominent, the room dark until only he was visible by the harsh light of the data-pad. It could not have been more different than his current surroundings of pink and fluffiness and companionship and soft lighting.

“Get out of my head, Ren,” he said, putting the warping of his imagined scene down to some Force meddling.

“I'm not in your head,” Ren replied, “you're just sad and lonely and jealous that you have to go do a report while I have a nice night with my knights – my friends. You,” he pointed sassily, “could never have this,” he pointed back to the ladies. “Now kriff off, I'm not doing the report. Maybe you should do it yourself, since you have such a boner for that kind of thing.” The door far behind Hux puffed open, presumably manipulated by the Force.

“I expect the report before the end of my shift tomorrow,” Hux said, voice dangerous and low. How dare Ren speak to him like that. How dare he judge what Hux did to relax, while he was being a layabout with these random, cool ladies... doing... fun things like... painting nails and getting tipsy... and watching holo-dramas... and... he wasn't jealous.

“Leave,” Kylo told him.

Hux narrowed his eyes. “You will regret this, Ren.” He turned on his heel and marched from the room, commenting to himself once more as the door puffed closed behind him, “You will regret this.”

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Kylo watched Hux retreat from the room, waiting until the door had closed to turn and make his way back to his knights. He flopped himself back down onto the floor, jostling Ap'lek's sofa cushions in the process.

“Ah kriff,” he complained as he saw his black-smudged toes stretched out in front of him, “he made me ruin my nail paint.”

“I'm not doing them again,” Trudgen said, tossing the little black bottle at him, shifting around to watch the holo and grabbing a chocolate. “You shoulda been more careful when you got up instead of rushing off to be a bitch.”

Kylo sighed over-dramatically and called out, “Cardo!” She and Kuruk were in the kitchen, probably making an unsightly mess of the place, but Kylo knew only she would be willing to finish the paint for him. Of course, he would have to take the chance that the stuff would end up even more smudged than it already was, and, now he was thinking about it, he would probably be better off just dipping his entire feet in nail polish.

A chocolate wrapper hit the side of his head. He turned to see Ushar had thrown it. “Just do it yourself,” she told him, “it's not like it's hard.”

But he wanted to feel spoiled, that was the whole point of this spa evening anyway. He called Cardo's name again, whinier this time.

“What?!” came the shouted reply, “We're making mug muffins!”

Vicrul frowned, straightening up a little where her arm was thrown around Ushar's shoulders. “In the microwave?”

“Yeah!”

“Huh,” Vicrul shrugged, settling back down again. “Good luck cleaning that.”

Kylo groaned, letting his head fall back onto the sofa cushion behind him. First Hux was on him about a report, then none of his knights would do his nails for him, now Cardo was splattering his lovely microwave with chocolate batter. This was all Hux's fault. Kylo wasn't sure how yet, but it was.

He opened his eyes to see Ap'lek looking down at him, where his head rested by her left elbow. “What's this about a report then?” she asked flatly. Kylo just groaned again and re-closed his eyes.

“You can't be procrastinating this stuff again,” Ushar nagged him over the sound of footsteps, accompanied by a smell of chocolate, and a thunk-clink of a tray with spoons being set down on the table as the cooks brought the muffins through. “Your job is important, here, Kylo. Snoke wants you to do well.”

“To hell with Snoke,” Kylo mumbled, hoping the crusty fart wasn't spying on his thoughts as they spoke. Paperwork was a fate worse than a fate worse than all the Sith hells combined.

“Then we want you to do well,” she continued.

“Plus we blew up so much shit on that mission,” Vicrul added, and Kylo opened his eyes to glare at her as she accepted a mug from Kuruk.

“You have to tell the General about that some time, why not put it in a report? You'd save him lots of time, probably. I bet he'd be so appreciative.”

Kylo accepted a mug proffered by Kuruk and waved it about a bit. “Since when do we care about saving Hux time? I meant what I said, he loves paperwork so much he probably,” he picked up a spoon and stabbed it into the fluffy top of the muffin, watching steam come out as he tried to pick a suitably ridiculous image of Hux. “He probably sleeps with all the files strewn over his bed and like,” he made a face, “rubs them on his body, gets all cozy with them at night. I don't know.”

“I'm pretty sure he does paperwork on his data-pad,” Ap'lek said, and she was right, though Kylo resented that she'd killed his roll.

“Just do the kriffing report, Kyle.” Trudgen hadn't pulled her attention away from the holo enough to face him as she'd said it, but apparently had been paying enough attention to comment, “Anything to stop him showing up and interrupting us. Girls' night is a no-business zone.”

Cardo chose that moment to vault over the back of the sofa and land heavily on the cushions. “Ooh, General Hux came over?” she asked cheerfully. Her hands were, predictably, still coated in chocolate powder. “I can't believe I missed him, I want to see if his hair is gelled that solid from close up.” She grabbed her mug and dug into the muffin.

“The General shouts too much,” Kuruk said, sitting cross legged on a cushion by the coffee table. “He should check his blood pressure, it can't be good for him.”

“Hey, a bit like you!” Cardo added, “You must call me through next time. He's cute.”

Kylo opened his mouth – partly to gape at what had just been said, and partly because the muffin was too hot and he hadn't had the impulse control to prevent eating a large spoonful. “Hey!” he started a few times, mouth full and burning. Finally, he was able to swallow. “He is not cute, and there will be no,” he wobbled his mug and spoon in a no-fingered version of quotation marks, “next time.”

“Then do the report,” Ushar shot back.

Kylo made a loud complaint noise.

“He's not gonna do it because he wants the General to come over again,” Ap'lek teased, and, to Kylo's horror, all his knights laughed. Traitors. He didn't want Hux to come over again.

“I don't,” he replied vehemently, “I want him to kriff off and stop annoying me.”

“I think that's against his job description,” Kuruk said, prompting further laughs.

“You should just do it,” Ushar said, getting to her feet after a moment more.

“Hey, where you going?” Vicrul asked sadly, not letting go of Ushar's hand.

“Babe, I gotta peel my face.”

“Wait, let me come with, it's really satisfying.”

The two disappeared off, and Kylo had to add 'his knights screwing in his bathroom' to his list of sub-par things to happen this evening. He wasn't going to do the report. He couldn't be bothered, he didn't want to, he hated writing things and making them sound 'formal'. No, tonight he was going to finish his mug muffin, paint his nails and fall asleep with his knights in front of a trashy holo-romance. Hux would get the hell in eventually and do the report himself. Give it a few more days, and Kylo was sure Hux would drop the issue.

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