#i'm going to go curl up under my table and cry now <3

[freelancearsonist]

I Was Fixed On Your Hand of Gold

➔ Lucien Flores x afab!Reader - 1k

➔ When Lucien gets bored, his hands start to wander. OR Lucien uses his fingers for good evil underneath the table at dinner with your friends.

➔ Rated MA for exhibitionism kink, fingering (r receiving), pet names (baby), references to smoking/nicotine use, no use of y/n, reader has female anatomy but no pronouns used. [please let me know if i missed any :)]

➔ i don't know anything about this man other than that he looks scummy and i'm in love with him. thank you to the dieter bravo brainrot club discord server for feeding my madness and to @shakespeareanwannabe for proofreading this incoherent horny babble <3 title is from 'would that i' by hozier wow what a surprise another cece fic named after a hozier song

“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

It’s growled so low in your ear that you could almost believe it’s imagined. But with the way his fingers are dancing against your burning skin, tracing little circles along the length of your thigh, there’s nothing but intention in his voice–regardless of how raspy and deep it is.

Eager fingers push your skirt out of the way, impatient yet calculated. He moves slowly and with deliberation, careful not to show anything above the tablecloth.

“Don’t ignore your friends, baby,” he murmurs low into your ear so only you can hear.

It reminds you of where you are, and why this can’t happen right now. There’s five other people gathered around the table, all smiles and camaraderie and little sips of cheap wine. It’s been a good evening, really. But they’re your friends, not Lucien’s. He won them over within five minutes of meeting them and he’s been bored ever since. And when Lucien gets bored, his hands start to wander.

It’s wrong and you should really stop him. You should push his hand away before his nomadic fingers can climb any further up your thigh than they already have. But he finds the wet spot that’s pooling against your panties, and there’s no denying how much you want it.

It takes every ounce of your restraint not to moan when he finds your clit. It’s like his fingers gravitate to it, like there’s some kind of magnetic pull–even through the barrier of your panties, the cocky bastard doesn’t struggle at all.

He doesn’t even blink. His thick, practiced fingers swirl against the seat of your panties with ease and he doesn’t react even remotely when his fingers immediately come away soaked.

You’ve never been so wet in your life, watching him chuckle at the story your best friend is telling across the table and all the while pretending that his greedy, heavy fingers aren’t pushing your panties aside to swipe through the gathering slick.

Your knee jolts before you can control it and knocks against his thigh, thankfully not causing any noticeable disturbance to the rest of the table’s occupants. But the look he gives you is enough warning–head tipped down, dark eyes impossibly darker, jaw set. He looks dangerous, and it makes your traitorous cunt soak his fingers even further. He’ll only tell you once: if you can’t sit still, you’ll be going home aching and unsatisfied.

You need to come so bad in this moment that you feel like you might cry–so, despite feeling rather like a scolded child under his gaze–you lock every muscle in your body to the best of your ability and let the horrible, delicious onslaught continue.

You swallow thickly when you feel the first real press of his finger. It swirls from your clit down to your entrance, and that’s all the warning you get before he slowly, torturously presses it into your cunt.

He lets it rest, just for a moment, knuckle deep–he knows that even this single finger is a slight stretch. After a moment or two to adjust, he withdraws completely and you have to fight back the whine that builds in your throat. But before you can betray your impatience he’s back, overwhelmingly so, two fingers pressed deep and curled in the exact way that he knows will make you shatter. It’s cruel to do this to you right now, to find that most sensitive spot when you can’t moan or even shudder in reaction to the delicious onslaught of pleasure.

His fingers are relentless–there’s a skilled craft to the way his arm stays completely motionless while his middle and ring fingers flutter and scissor against your g-spot.

Your thighs shake from the sensation the closer he brings you to release. As much as you try to ignore it–to focus on the current story about something that happened in a grocery store parking lot last Thursday–he’s bringing you to the brink so fucking fast that there’s no denying it. There’s no hope for composure, especially once his calloused thumb joins in to swirl tight, rapid circles over your clit.

Above the table, you make eye contact with one of your closest friends and laugh breathlessly at the meaningless story they tell. They never even suspect that below the table, you’re squeezing and fluttering around Lucien’s hand as the most intense orgasm of your life sweeps through you.

It takes a solid few moments for you to be able to breathe normally again. And Lucien, the smug bastard, just leans back in his chair and spreads his leg comfortably, free hand resting behind his head in the most casual manner possible like he didn’t just make you come all over his fingers. And then, when he’s sure no one is looking, he brings his right hand up to his lips and sucks his fingers deep into his mouth–looking directly into your eyes as he does so. He licks every drop of your cum from his digits so carelessly in front of your friends that it nearly makes you come again.

You think he’s had his fill. Your head stops swirling and he laughs along with your friends and you think he’s done. You’re wrong. 

He takes your hand in his and laces your fingers together, guiding you ever-so-slowly to palm him through his loose sweatpants. His cock is straining, hard and insistent, against the thick cotton fabric–it makes you squirm in your own seat a little bit.

He’s impossibly casual about your touch as he wiggles a half-spent pack of Marlboros from his breast pocket.

“Go ahead, baby,” he mutters right into your ear. “Take care of your fuckin’ mess.”

And who are you to decline after he so generously took care of you?

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[nrdmssgs]

Price comforting reader

Masterlist

Comforting series: Soap comforting reader König comforting reader

Hurt/comfort, fluff

Pairing: John Price x reader

Summary: You wake up from the nightmare, understanding, this is yet another night, when you won't be able to fall asleep again.

TW: reader has a PTSD, mentions of civilian surviving the aftermath of hostilities

AN: to my friend D. I miss you.

Third night in a row. This was becoming too much. You awoke with a heartbeat throbbing in your throat, echoing somewhere in between the temples. Only your hands clutching on a pillow are keeping your body from trembling of horror. 

White stars, sharp shards of white light descended on the city in a wide arc. You expected that the rumble of a volley was about to reach you. But there was silence all around. A deafening, painful silence. 

For others this could be a nice dream: watching the fireworks from your bedroom window. But not for you, because that window, that bedroom, that house and that part of the city were no more there.

Although it was so long ago, that you've got used to your new view out of the bedroom window, these nightmares of your previous life still haunted you. It didn't happen every single night - sometimes you even had full months without bad dreams. But they always came back sooner or later. 

This time it was particularly bad. You did everything, the doctors prescripted you to do: sport, walks before bedtime, chamomile tea with mint, medication. You even managed to start having that smartphone-free hour before bed.

Ok, to be absolutely honest: John managed to get you to put your phone down a couple of hours before bed. And all the week that he stayed with you, you repeated the same ritual. In the evening, he sat on the sofa next to you and held out his open palm.

“You know the drill, love: doomscrolling ends in a minute. One way or another. You can make it easy for yourself if you cooperate.” For the last three evenings, you didn't cooperate. But Price had his ways to make you forget, you even had a smartphone in your hand just 10 minutes earlier.

So you both did everything possible to get you relaxed and tired by the end of the day. Sadly, it didn't help.

You've slept at most 10 hours in total over the past 3 days. But what made you outrageous: John barely slept too, as he was up the very next second after you whimpered in your sleep. You still didn’t understand what happened, you didn’t wake up from a nightmare fully, and his hands were already wrapped around you.

“Sh-h-h, love, you're safe, you are safe, it's just a dream. Come on, breathe for me. Yes, just like that. Very good. Nice and deep inhale, now hold it for a few seconds and an exhale. I'm right here, you are safe with me. This won't happen ever again, I'll make sure of that.”

You tried to calm down and go back to sleep. Every time, you tried so hard, but it just didn't work. You ended up too hot, worn out with an aching head, incredibly tired and crushed by guilt as you notice dark circles under John's eyes.

So when you wake up on the third night and see John still sleeping, you sneak out of the bed and sneak into the only place that seems safe to you after such a dream. You stop in the doorway between the kitchen and the hallway and slide down the wall. Then you shrink, curl up and wrap your arms around your knees.

You don't even have enough strength to cry. Your head is killing you, and visions from the nightmare still haunt you. 

Why the hell was everything dead silent in your dream? Just like here now, at this late hour.

The bed creaked a little, and you heard John's footsteps. He found you instantly and already knew what to do. He turned on the table lamp in the next room to illuminate the surrounding space a little, but not to hit the light in your eyes. Hastily returned and sank to the floor next to you.

“Which one this time?” He asks. “The white one.”

He froze for a moment. He wished his military background would never come in handy in his domestic life. At least not in this way.

“I was standing before the window like a complete idiot. I should have run, sought for a place to hide, reach the shelter… And just stood there.” You mumble, dropping your head between your arms. 

John engulfs you, cradles your limp, exhausted body and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“I`m sorry, you must have seen it for a thousand times on your… work. It must be insignificant to you John, please go back and rest. I don't want you to hate me for depriving you of sleep because of such a trifle.”

“Under no circumstance will I ever feel anything like hate, when it comes to you.” His voice is a tad husky after waking up in the middle of the night. “Those animals doing this to you, tearing your home apart, are the ones, for whom I have hate. A lot of it.”

He pulls you closer to keep you warm. “And your health, your wellbeing, is the most important thing out there. Believe me, whatever filth I've seen on a battlefield - it pales in comparison to the mere thought that you are suffering.”

He doesn't rush you off the floor, he gives you time to recover by massaging your wrists and talking softly. John knows that his deep voice has a calming effect on you.

He periodically leans closer to whisper how much he loves you and how much he appreciates every minute spent next to you. Even such a minute when you are both exhausted and sitting on the hard, cold floor.

He rejects all your offers for him to go to sleep alone.

“Go sleep knowing, that you are here in such a state? Not going to happen.”

He takes you to the couch, brings you water, and watches the first lights of the dawn with you. You tuck your face in the crook of his neck and let your worries gradually dissolve.

Maybe this is not the last bout of insomnia in your life. But from now on, you are sure, you'll always John by your side.

[yutxsgf]

Some Hawks fluff because he's such a dork.

Hawks catches Reader sobbing over some low-level punk partner.

Cw; fluff, Hawks x Reader, light hurt & comfort, GN!Reader

Every flash of that vivid fight is what keeps your tears fresh and flowing, slipping down your slightly chubby cheeks as you curl up deeper into the couch you've practically grown into.

It's been about 3 days since you've last seen the sunlight, depression hitting you like a bus after being dumped by someone who you thought was the love of your life. Yikes, never making that mistake again, huh?

The bags under your eyes more vibrant and visible than ever, the small cartons and plates of fast food places from whenever you would starve yourself to the point you were so hungry you were tempted to eat yourself.

To put it simply, everything went to shit for you. And you honestly couldn't care about anything right now, even the soft glow of your phone and the constant buzzing of notifications vibrating your coffee table.

All you wanted to do was mope, cry, mope some more, cry some more, sob, eat if really necessary, cr—

SLAM!

"Y/n!?"

You flinched at the sound of a familiar voice, one you didn't expect to hear at all at a time like this. You slowly pulled the blanket just below your eyes to make sure it was the person you were thinking of.

And sure enough, red apple colored wings along with a small flurry of feathers immediately captured your attention from across the living room.

"Hawks..?"

His head immediately snaps towards you before he came rushing to your slump figure on the couch.

"Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Why aren't you answering any of my texts?" The hero panicked, placing a hand just on your jawline, gently leading you up to look at him.

"Slow down." You mumble, yawning before slowly and reluctantly getting up from your dent in the sofa.

"Sorry, okay.. What's going on baby bird..?"

"Nothing."

"You know I know what you mean when you say that, c'mon now, I know you better than that songbird."

You grumble quietly before sighing and finally looking into his golden-brown eyes.

"They dumped me."

"What?"

"They dumped me."

He froze, simply zoning out before a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes took over his concerned expression.

He quickly shook his head before the frown reappeared. He hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat and sitting beside you to your left on the sofa with a small grunt.

"I know it hurts, but if I'm being honest about this, as a hero, and as your friend, you seriously shouldn't be doing this to yourself." He lightly scolded before fluttering his wings and wrapping one around your side.

You huffed, yanking your blanket from underneath him. "Not as easy as you think, playboy."

"Hey, I've quit my ways a long time ago." He quipped back, sending a feather to grab your blanket and pin it against the wall nearby.

You gaped before glaring up at him and reluctantly getting up to chase after your blanket.

"Ah, where do you think you're going?" He hummed before pinning your shirt to the sofa with another carmine feather.

You pointed to the blanket, and he chuckled before using his wing to pull you closer, unwinding your shirt in the process. "Listen, how about instead of you moping here, we go out for a little fly and get some fresh fried chicken."

"Do we have to?"

"Yes."

"Fine."

He silently cheered, pumping his fist down in front of him with a grin. When you gave him a look he cleared his throat and sat up straighter.

"Alright, I'll be a second, I need to do something real quick. Go on and get dressed, baby bird. I'll come get you in 15."

You couldn't help the smile on your face before you nodded and hopped up off the couch for the first time in 7 hours.

A giggle erupted from your lips when Hawks sent a feather to tickle you as a soft see you later. One last playful glare at him and you're off.

And that's when his expression darkened.

"Now, where does that bastard live."

[zegrvshvghes]

No amount of alcohol in my system could make me forget you- VD29

Part 1/3

It was cold outside, and I was feeling numb from the weight of the world. My friends had left me at the bar, and I had no idea where I was or how to go home. I mumbled a list of swear words as I walked shakily down the street. I jerked myself to a stop, realizing that I was lost. That sudden realization hit me hard, and I leaned against a brick wall to steady myself before I fell over. Just then, I saw the neon sign for a hotel nearby, the name of which I couldn't recall. Making my way inside, I paused at the reception for a while before trudging down the hall to the lift.

Thank god it was empty when I exited on the sixth floor. I felt very disoriented, so I relied on my intuition until I saw a door that was left ajar. I entered and made my way to the bed, allowing myself to sink onto it, feeling the softness of the sheets. As I nestled myself deeper, I noticed that the room's heating wasn't working while the window was left open, making the room freeze me to the bone. So with a chattering set of teeth, I dared to walk over and close that window.

I was so drunk that none of this made much sense, but it all felt like a weird waking dream. I wanted nothing more than to curl up under the blankets and fall asleep in this unknown bed. I laughed at myself, and then I broke into tears when I couldn't forget about my problems.

I was surprised to see a man come in, a man I immediately recognized as Vince Dunn. "Hey, who are you?" he asked, his voice deep and commanding.

I whirled around, shuddering with cold and then embarrassment as he caught me off guard. I took one look at him, stunned for a moment before stuttering, "I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come in here. The window was left open, and the heat wasn't working, and I couldn't think… I'm just so cold."

Vince looked startled. "Why didn't you call the front desk? Or just leave a note?"

"I didn't have my phone. I must’ve lost it on the way here and I wasn't thinking," I said, tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm really sorry. I'll just… I'll go."

"No, no," Vince said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay? Why are you crying?"

I shook my head, turning away to hide my face. "It's nothing. Just… stupid stuff."

"Can I help?" Vince asked, concern written on his face.

I snorted, wiping away my tears. "No, I don't think so."

We stood there in silence for several minutes, and I began to feel uneasy. I was nervous and embarrassed, and I wanted to leave before Vince had to kick me out.

But then he spoke again. "You know, you're welcome to stay. I mean, if you're really cold and don't have anywhere else to go. I have an extra blanket, and I can order some room service."

I looked at him in surprise. "Really? You'd let a stranger stay in your hotel room?"

Vince shrugged. "You don't seem like a dangerous person. And, I don't know, I just have a feeling that you need someone right now."

I was touched by his kindness, and I nodded my head in agreement. "Thank you," I whispered hoarsely.

With that, Vince made his way to the phone, calling for room service, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling grateful and confused. This famous hockey player was being so kind to me, even though he had no reason to. I wondered what his life was like, what he did outside of hockey.

When Vince returned, he had a tray of food, piled high with sandwiches, fruit, and a pitcher of water. He set the tray down on the table in front of me, and then he poured us each a glass of water.

"I hope you like sandwiches," he said with a smile.

I nodded, gratefully piling a sandwich high with meat and cheese. We ate in silence for a while, but it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, almost like we had known each other for years.

It wasn't until after we finished eating that Vince spoke up again. "So, what's your name?"

I blushed, realizing that we had been talking for a while already and he didn't know my name. Sticking out my hand, I introduced myself

Vince took my hand, shaking it firmly. "Nice to meet you, I'm Vince."

We continued to talk, sharing stories about ourselves and our lives. I learned that Vince was more than just a hockey player; he was also an artist in his free time. I was intrigued by that, asking him more and more questions about his art.

Before I knew it, hours had passed, and the dawn was slowly creeping into the sky outside. I yawned, resting my head against Vince's shoulder.

"Are you tired?" he asked, glancing down at me.

I nodded. "Yeah, a little bit. I should probably go. "

“Where?”

“I can find a place” I explained.

Vince looked disappointed. "Oh. Okay."

But then he leaned in closer, and I could feel his breath on my face. My heart was beating so fast that I could hear it in my ears. And then, before I knew it, Vince was kissing me.

It was a soft, gentle kiss, one that seemed to go on forever. I melted into it, my arms wrapping around Vince's neck as he held me tightly. It was just a simple kiss, but it was so full of love and warmth that I felt like my heart was going to burst.

When we pulled away, I was breathless. "Wow," I whispered, feeling a smile spread across my face.

Vince grinned down at me, cupping my face in his hands. "Yeah," he said. "Wow."

And then we were kissing again, our bodies pressed close together as the sun rose outside. It was a beautiful, magical night, and even though we had just met, I felt like I had known Vince for a lifetime.

As I fell asleep in his arms, I knew that this was just the beginning of something special. And even though I was still lost and confused, I felt like I had found a home in Vince's embrace.

[coopigeoncoo]

A Persistent Lack of Follow Through, Chapter 3: Earn & Return

Chapter Links: One, Two, Three

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader

Rating: Mature 18+

Tags: Breaking Up & Making Up, Angst with a Happy Ending, Personal Growth, Drinking, Sexual Content, Non-Explicit Sex, Weddings, Child Abuse, Todoroki Enji's Bad Parenting, Abusive Todorioki Enji, Pining, Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Natural Disasters, Fire, Serious Injuries, Domestic Fluff, Implied Pregnancy

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Shouto had learned a lot from his Father; how to take a hit, how to pull himself back up, and how to hold a grudge.

But one thing Endeavor could never teach his children was how to be a good partner.

Shouto had to learn that particular skill the hard way.

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He had spent long, sleepless nights reflecting on the things you had told him; the reasons you left. Every moment of your acquaintance was turned over repeatedly in his head and examined until one devastating conclusion was reached:

"I was a bad boyfriend," Shouto muttered dejectedly, idly picking at the label of the shochu bottle in the middle of the table.

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A story where Shouto loves, loses, and learns.

Continue reading below, or follow the link to Ao3!

Shouto was used to receiving calls late at night, it came part and parcel with his job as a Prol Hero.  But he wasn't used to receiving early morning calls from you; who knew about his unpredictable schedule and did your best to preserve the integrity of what little sleep he did get.  

"Hello?" 

"...Shouto?" You stammered into the phone, his name bracketed on both sides by great, heaving sobs.

"What is it?" Shouto breathed, throwing off his covers and throwing on a sweatshirt as he made his way out of his bedroom door.  "What's wrong?  Are you hurt?"

A laugh, wet and broken reaches his ear.  

"I don't- I don't even know how to answer that question."

"Are you bleeding?"

"No," you sniffed. "Physically, I'm fine."

Relief flooded every inch of his body.  "Oh, thank goodness," he breathed, making his way across his living room.  "What has you so upset then?"

"Seiji.  He-," you paused, inhaling a deep shuddering breath. "He called off the wedding."

Shouto paused in the middle of pulling a loafer onto his foot, his brain needing a moment to process your words while the shoe slid from his grasp and bounced across the floor.  

"He what?" Shouto screeched, scrambling across the floor to grab his wayward shoe and jam it onto his foot.  

"I just- I don't know what to even do right now.  I'm so mad and I can't stop crying and the wedding is only two weeks away!  I need to call vendors and cancel and- oh God, I have to call my family- what do I tell them, Shou?"

"Hey, hey, hey," Shouto chanted soothingly, grabbing his keys and shoving his wallet into his darting out his front door.  "It'll be okay.  I'm on my way to you right now.  Go to the kitchen, make yourself a cup of tea, okay?"

"Okay," you whined, a pitiful sound that made Shouto's heart twist unpleasantly in his chest.  

"Just wait for me a little longer," Shouto pleaded.

"I will, I promise."

"I'm holding you to that," Shouto warned as he hung up, picking up his pace until he was running full speed down the sidewalk  towards your apartment.

The first hour after Shouto's arrival was one long stretch of you sobbing into your arms at the dining room table while Shouto plied you into sipping from your tea and taking tiny bites of the sandwich he had prepared for you.  Once you were too dehydrated to cry anymore, Shouto had refreshed your mug of tea and led you to the living room couch; settling on the cushion next to you while you curled up under a blanket.

Half-packed boxes were pushed up against the walls and the shelves that had always been over stuffed with thrift store paperbacks and picture frames were eerily empty and freshly dusted.  It was disorienting, to see your personality slowly draining from a room he had come to associate so strongly with you.  Following his gaze to the moving boxes, you groaned and rubbed a tired hand across your face.

"I let my lease expire.  I was supposed to move in with Seiji when we got back from our honeymoon," you whimpered.  "Now, not only am I single, but I'm on the verge of being homeless too."

"Don't worry," Shouto murmured comfortingly, taking your hand into his.  "You can stay with me while you get this all figured out."

"Shouto, no.  I couldn't ask that of you-"

"Well, it's a good thing you aren't asking then," Shouto sniffed haughtily.  "I'm offering."

"I- okay.  But it'll just be for a little while," you insisted.  "Just until I can find a new place."

"If that's what you want."

"I mean," you laughed wetly. "What I want is for someone to pick me and mean it.  Why am- why am I never enough, Shou?"

"That's not true at all," Shouto insisted, tugging on your hand until you took the hint and shuffled across the cushions towards him; offering up the corner of the blanket that he gladly accepted while you dropped your head onto his shoulder with a piteous whine.  

"He got a job offer all of a sudden, just totally out of the blue," you explained sadly.  "It's a position in a company he'd applied to before.  It's pretty much his dream job, but the pay wasn't high enough to make the increased workload worthwhile."

"But the new offer was higher?"

"Way higher.  And the benefits package was jaw dropping," you rubbed at your face with a tired hand while Shouto kicked the temperature of his left side up a couple degrees.  "I was honestly so excited for Seiji!  It's an amazing opportunity and I'm so happy that people are finally starting to appreciate the quality of his work."

Shifting to pull a crumpled wad of tissues from the pocket of your PJs, you blow your nose gently before continuing.  "But he just accepted the job without talking to me.  We're about to get married- well, we were, anyway.  But he didn't even talk to me about it!  He just assumed that I'd be totally okay with moving away from my friends and family, throwing away my career, and following him!"

A large yawn is pulled from the depths of your exhausted soul as you press closer to Shouto, basking in the comforting heat emanating from him.

"And, I don't know?  Maybe I would have been if he'd talked to me?  Allowed us to make the decision together instead of deciding something this big on his own."

"But he didn't," Shouto commiserated, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to hold you fast to his side.

"No, he didn't.  But what Seiji did do was give me an ultimatum.  I either go with him, or the wedding is off," you whispered miserably.  "I want a partner, not a parent.  I need to have a say in what happens in my life; some sort of agency over my future."

"I understand that feeling very well," Shouto hummed, running a hand soothingly up and down your arm.

"I know ya' do," you murmured, body slumping into his as you slowly drifted off to sleep.  

"I can't say that I understand Takai's priorities, but it must have been a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him to choose a job over you," Shouto mused quietly.

"I guess?  I dunno.  'm not very good with numbers 'n stuff," you mumbled.  "But Seiji said that Excelsior Investments has a real good reputation.  He talked 'bout 'em a lot."

Shouto's body tensed minutely under your cheek, but you were too far gone to realize the subtle shift in his demeanor.  

"Hello, Mom," Shouto greeted with a smile as he pressed a kiss to her cheek on his way through the front door.  

"Shouto!" Rei laughed in delight, closing the door gently behind him.  "What a lovely surprise!  I wasn't expecting you today!"

"I'm sorry for not calling first.  I'm just making a quick stop on my way home this morning," Shouto explained as he swapped his loafers for the house slippers his mother kept for all her children.  Even Touya had a pair set into the shoe closet, never used but there just the same.  

"You were out?  In your pajamas?" Rei gasped, scandalized by the notion her son had been parading about town in house clothes.  

"It was an emergency situation," Shouto explained with an apologetic wince.  "I promise that I don't routinely go out dressed like this."

"An emergency?" Rei inquired, plodding down the hallway on silent feet, Shouto trailing after her.  "Is everything alright?"

"Not at the moment.  But I'm optimistic for the future," Shouto assured her.  "I'm actually here to ask Father a couple of questions.  Is he in?"

"You know he is," Rei sighed, settling herself down into a large wing back chair, a book splayed over the arm to keep track of her place. "He's such a homebody these days!  I had to join a book club to get a little bit of time away from him each week!" Rei laughed, tapping on the spine of the book before she picked it up again.  

"That sounds like a good thing for both of you," Shouto said in approval.  "How's the book so far?"

"Well, it's a bit more, ah- salacious than what I would normally read," Rei admitted sheepishly, the pale skin of her cheeks burning red.  "But I'm enjoying it more than I thought I would."

"I'm glad," Shouto said sincerely.  "I'll let you get back to it.  I assume Father is in his office?"

"Oh, probably," Rei muttered distractedly as she dove back into her book, her dark blush quickly creeping down her neck as she lost herself in the suggestive prose.  

Chuckling as he exited the parlor, Shouto quickly made his way to his Father's office on the far side of the house.  It was quiet when he arrived, and if it weren't for the warm glow of light shining through the cracks around the door Shouto wouldn't have known his Father was there.  His Father's presence had become more muted as the years passed, a far cry from the thunderous man who had stalked these halls when he was a child.  

Without knocking, Shouto slid the door open and walked into the room.  Enji sat at his massive desk, shoulders hunched in as he carefully fiddled with something, a pair of magnifying glasses perched at the end of his nose.  A tall shelf of completed scale models stood behind him, the tiny vehicles assembled with varying levels of care and attention to detail; a testament to his developing skill base.  Shouto took note of the open box at his Father's elbow, a replica of one of the fighter jets that accompanied Star and Stripe printed on the front, the Heroine's portrait beaming brightly in the corner.  

"Model kits, huh?  You and Mom are picking up hobbies left and right these days," Shouto said in lieu of a greeting, eying the various tools scattered across the desktop.  

"Need some way to pass the time," Enji said, readjusting his hold on what had to be the tiniest pair of pliers Shouto had ever seen in his life.  "May as well be this."

"They probably make larger tools that would be easier for you to use."

"Probably," Enji grunted, struggling to insert a tiny peg into its proper hole.  "But this way teaches me to be patient; gentle."

A tiny click sounds out and Enji leans back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face as he carefully tucks his in-progress aircraft carefully back into its box.  He shoves his magnifying glasses onto the top of his head, the nose piece tangling into his white streaked hair.  Shouto used to worry about growing up to resemble his father, but as the years passed on it was the opposite that proved true.  With a scar marring his face, chunks of graying hair winding through bright red, and his form leaning with age; Enji bore a stronger resemblance to his youngest son than to the pictures of himself that lined his office walls; magazine covers and promotional photos from his prime Hero years.  

"What brings you out to visit dressed so…casually," Enji enquired, rocking back in his chair.

"I got a call from a friend late last night.  She was very distressed," Shouto stated, strolling over to a bookshelf to examine the gold-printed titles on the spines.  "Turns out, her fiancé received a very sudden and generous job offer he couldn't pass up."

"Doesn't sound like a very distressing situation to me," Enji rumbled, using his hand to lazily brush tiny slivers of plastic into a pile in the middle of his workspace.  "Seems like a good opportunity."

"It is.  Maybe too good of an opportunity," Shouto mused.  "And from your private investment company no less."

"And?  You're upset I'm offering competitive salaries these days?"

"No, I'm upset that you're, once again, meddling in my affairs!" Shouto roared, spinning abruptly to face his Father.  

"I did what needed to be done," Enji sniffed, crossing his arms across his chest in an instinctual act of intimidation.  "The situation was fast approaching a point of no return.  It was a last ditch effort to tip the scales in your favor."

"And did it ever occur to you that I wouldn't want you to do that?  That I wouldn't ever trade a single moment of her happiness for mine?"

"Those two things don't have to be mutually exclusive," his Father said pointedly.  

"You've ruined her life!" Shouto bellowed, ruffling a hand through his hair in frustration.  "And when she finds out what you've done she won't want anything to do with me!"

"She doesn't have to find out."

"Are you serious?" Shouto laughed in disbelief.  "You want me to do what, exactly?  Just pretend that my Father didn't lure her fiancé away and torpedo her future in some misguided attempt to play matchmaker?"

"I didn't lure him away.  Honestly, there's no need to be so lurid," Enji grunted in reproach. "I simply made him an offer and he made a choice."

"I saw the offer you made him," Shouto seethed, shoving his hands into the pocket of his sweatshirt to help repress the urge to start swinging at his Father's smug face.   "There wasn't much room for any choice in between all those zeros."

"I'm not even sure what you're upset with me about, Shouto," Enji sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in mounting frustration.  "You finally have a chance to woo back Deku's secretary-"

"Personal Assistant," Shouto corrected sharply.

"Whatever," Enji waved his hand dismissively.  "And instead of making the most of the opportunity, you show up here to complain about it."  

"I didn't come here to complain, I came here to warn you," Shouto hissed from behind clenched teeth.  "Stay away from me, stay away from her, and mind your own damn business!"

"I've played my hand," Enji said, dropping his glasses back down onto the bridge of his nose and picking up a new runner of model pieces to cut out.  "I'm all out of moves.  If you fuck this up now there's nothing more I can do for you."

"Good.   You've done too much already."

"Is that all the aspersions you have to cast at me today?"  Enji said as he picked up his snippers and contemplated which sprue to cut first. "I really want to try and make good headway on this before lunch."

"As much as I would love to stay and insult you all day, I have more important things to do," Shouto grunted, striding quickly towards the office door, pausing with his fingers on the handle.  

"I never told you about her," Shouto realized suddenly.  "How did you find out?"

"The Australia mission," Enji said, carefully working on cutting out the next wing piece.  "You had pictures of her all over your desk.  I recognized her as Deku's Sec- Assistant and put two and two together."

"You know, normal parents ask their children about their lives instead of poking their nose around where it doesn't belong," Shouto informed his Father dryly as he finally pushed the door open.  

"Would you have told me if I asked?"

"No," Shouto admitted readily.  "I wouldn't have."

"Well, there you have it," Enji said.  "Tell your Mother I'll be late to lunch.  I'm a bit behind in my work here."

"Fine," Shouto groused as he stormed away, leaving his Father’s office door open behind him.  

"Ungrateful brat," Enji muttered, eyes darting to the framed picture of Rei occupying the corner of his desk.  Hands stilling, he sets his clippers down with a thoughtful hum, examining his wife's gentle smile before pulling off his glasses and raising his arms in a joint-popping stretch.  

"Nothing here that can't wait, I suppose," he mumbled to himself, walking towards his open office door.  "I wonder what's for lunch."

Moving you out had been a fairly straightforward affair.  Minus your bed, the rest of the furniture had conveyed with the apartment and just needed a quick once-over with a hand vacuum before it was in good enough shape to not impact your security deposit.  Deciding you wanted to avoid the hassle of renting a storage unit just for your mattress, you had posted it in a local internet sale group for next to nothing and had it hauled away the next day by an incredibly thankful college student and the friends he had bribed into helping him with the promise of pizza and beer.  

The rest of your things were carefully boxed up and labeled before being picked up by a small transportation company that promised to have them delivered to Shouto's apartment by the end of the day.  Which left you both sprawled out on his living room floor, surrounded by take out containers and waiting for their arrival.

Shouto stabbed morosely at his beef & broccoli, a lone florette reduced to mush under the unrelenting onslaught from his fork while you looked on in concern.

"Everything okay, Shouto?  Are you having second thoughts about me being here?"

"What- no!" Shouto rushed to assure you, head whipping back and forth at the force of his shake.  "I'm happy to have you here.  Trust me, it isn't that."

"Then what is it?" You pry gently, knocking your shoulder into his in a show of support.   

"Do you- do you remember when you first told me about Takai's job offer and the wedding being canceled?"

"Oh, you mean the worst day of my life?  I might remember a thing or two." You reminisced flatly, nibbling half-heartedly some sort of noodle dish.

"One of the things you mentioned was the name of the company Takai went to work for, Excelsior Investments?  Well, it turns out that's…my Father's investment company."

"Oh," you mumble numbly. "That's uh, well.  Huh."

"I'm so sorry. I just-"

"Did you ask him to do it?" You asked quietly, pushing a water chestnut to the side of your take out container. 

"Of course not!" Shouto assured you.  "If I'd have known what he was planning I would have said or done something, but I didn't- I didn't know."

"Then you have nothing to be sorry for," you assured him firmly, peeling open a container of fried rice.  

"He's my Father.  I feel like there's some level of familial accountability to be had here."

"Please," you snort inelegantly.  "Your Father has a long, documented history of assholish buffoonery.  You can't possibly shoulder all the blame for his wrong doings."

"I know that," Shouto sighed in frustration. "I just feel really awful about this particular misdeed."

"Because it's me?" 

"Because it's you," he nodded in agreement.  

Humming thoughtfully, you crush a fortune cookie inside the wrapper, pulling open the plastic and extracting the paper strip from amongst the broken cookie shards. Clearing your throat, you held the paper up in front of your face.

"You aren't responsible for other people's actions, only your own," you said seriously, nodding sagely to the fortune in your hand. "Wise words."  

"Wait," Shouto drawled, eyes narrowing in suspicion.  "Let me see that fortune."

"No need for that!" You laughed, tucking the paper close to your chest.  "Just let the wisdom of the cookie flow over you."

"You know what flows better than wisdom? The truth."

"Ugh, fine," you grumbled, crumpling the fortune up and tossing it at Shouto.  He snags it out of the air and makes a show out of smoothing out the creases before he starts to read.

"'A close friend will soon reveal a hidden talent'," Shouto recited before wrinkling his nose in distaste.  "Yours was better."

"I know," you replied haughtily, popping one of the cookie shards into your mouth.  "You should have just let me have that one."

"Yet another thing to be sorry for I suppose," Shouto sighed, adding the fortune to the pile of used napkins and trash accumulating on his coffee table.

"No!  We just went over this!  You can't blame yourself for what happened," you whined, turning to face him head on.  "Your Father isn't even really to blame for this either."

"What?" Shouto croaked in surprise, nearly choking on a mouthful of rice.  

"I mean, don't get me wrong; Endeavor is a very easy and very tempting scapegoat," you sighed deeply, shoulders heaving from the force of it. "But ultimately, all he did was offer a really good job to my fiancé- my ex-fiancé, " you corrected with a sad shake of your head. 

"Seiji is the one who decided that only his opinion mattered; that he alone got to decide the course of our shared life together.  That what I wanted didn't matter," you explained, voice warbling as you attempted to hold in another wave of frustrated tears. "That ultimately, I didn't matter."

"Come here," Shouto whispered, opening his arms in an invitation for you to climb into his embrace.  Quickly taking him up on his offer, you buried your face into the crook of his neck just in time for the torrent of tears you were repressing to break free and soak into his shoulder.  His warm hand ran in soothing circles across your back while Shouto quietly cooed comforting noises into your ear.  

"Would you look at that?" He said as he reached for the fortune he discarded earlier, clearing his throat in a dramatic way.

"This one says 'You are the most important person in the world and matter more than anyone.' "

"It does not say that," you laughed, snorting through your tears.

"Shhh," Shouto hushed. "Just let the wisdom of the cookie flow over you."

Shouto had never been particularly fond of his apartment.  Admittedly, the view it offered was lovely and his landlord was always very responsive and quick to solve any issues that arose, but he had never been able to recreate the comfortable feeling his dorm back at Heights Alliance possessed.  Fuyumi had gifted him a couple of throw pillows for his couch when he had first moved in that added a nice splash of color to his living area, but did little to give his apartment the welcoming atmosphere he craved.  

But after just a couple months of cohabitation with you, his apartment felt more like home to him than ever before.  Initially you had been incredibly careful to keep all of your possessions within the confines of the guest room Shouto had offered up to you, but after a week or two of stumbling over the numerous moving boxes you had scattered across the floor you reluctantly agreed to utilize the storage opportunities the other rooms provided.    

Your movies were piled up next to the TV in the living room, books filling the empty shelves in his office, and picture frames tucked into every corner and crevice you could find.  Shouto's favorite additions were the ever shifting signs of life you left behind; a sweater abandoned over the back of the couch, a recently washed bowl drying in the rack next to the sink, the lingering fragrance of unfamiliar toiletries when he stepped into the shower.  It made him feel less lonely, knowing that someone else was nearby.  

And the knowledge that it was you , specifically, who was so close at hand?  That brought back a feeling of elation Shouto never thought he'd get to experience again; the same feeling he'd get when you'd pull him by the hand across the threshold of your old apartment, giggling and fluttering your eyelashes coyly.  It was an inexplicably heady mix of excitement and tranquility that set his heart hammering as he drew closer to his apartment door every evening.

"I'm home!" Shouto called as stepped into the apartment, tossing his keys into their assigned bowl.

"Welcome back, Shou!" You called back, greeting accompanied by the sounds of scraping utensils and something heartily bubbling on the stove.  

"I'm home," he repeated quietly to himself, heart soaring at the sound of you puttering around in the kitchen.  Shouto gazed out fondly across the living, appreciating all the homey touches you had added today.  Your purse had been dropped to the floor, laying sideways in a heap with a tube of lip balm peeking out from the side pocket.  A chunky blanket was sloppily folded and draped over the arm of the couch; the TV on but muted with subtitles scrolling lazily at the bottom of the screen.

"I'm really home."

"Di' I ever tell you sorry?" Shouto slurred, a crystal whiskey glass empty in his hand.

"You say sorry for lotsa stuff," you giggled from your resting spot across Shouto's legs.  "You apologized to a fork fer dropping it las' week."

"I'm serious!" Shouto insisted, lifting his legs up so you rolled down them like a ramp towards him, arms flailing wildly. 

"Woah!" You called out unsteadily, using his shoulders to pull yourself up into his lap while the room spun, bracing your knees on either side of his hips.  You held a shaking hand across your mouth, swallowing forcefully with wide eyes.  "I'm gonna' throw up if you do tha' again."

"Focus!" Shouto scolded, bopping your forehead playfully as you settled down onto his lap.  "I wanna 'pologize for all the stuff I did when we were datin'."

"Shouto. Shouto, Shouto, Shouto," you chanted sweetly as you held his face in between your hands.  "You've already said sorry a million times fer all tha', all tha' stuff."

"I…I don' remember ever sayin' it," Shouto muttered, his forehead crinkled in deep retrospection.

"Not with- not always with words, " you explain, running a single finger across the seam of his mouth, giggling when his lower lip caught on the pad of your finger and pulled the lip down into a pout.  "But you've said sorry over and over 'gain with your actions."

"Yeah?" He breathed, hips shifting under yours.

"Uh-huh," you agreed, rocking into him in response; earning a prolonged moan for your efforts.  "You're always so kind to me; so caring, so- ah! " You gasp as the friction between you shifts just so and sends a sudden crackle of pleasure shooting up your spine.  Shouto's hands rise up to firmly grip your hips, holding you in place as he grinds against you.  His pace is agonizingly slow as he drags you down his full length from root to tip.

"I miss- I miss us," Shouto gasped raggedly, peppering kisses across your collarbone.

"I miss us too, Shou," you whined, fingers grasping desperately at the back of his shirt as you rolled your hips in tiny circles, the only movement allowed by the vice-like grip he had on your waist.  "But I'm scared.  What if- what if 's just like b'fore?"

"It won't be," Shouto promised, his tongue lapping at a bead of sweat welling up in the dip of your clavicle.  "Jus' give me a chance to prove it to you.  Please."

Your hips stilled as you considered his plea, Shouto gently rocking against you as he waited for your response with bated breath.

"Okay," you responded carefully.  "But you've gotta' let me up."

"Right," Shouto agreed, releasing your hips instantly.  "We're movin' too fast."

"No, I'm just gonna' throw up," you groan as you frantically scramble off of his lap and dash for the bathroom, the sound of intermittent retching easily heard in the living room.

"You okay?" Shouto called, stumbling onto all fours as he attempted to stand.  

"Ugh, not yet," you yell miserably into the toilet, voice echoing against the sides of the porcelain bowl.  

"I'll get you some water!" Shouto said, crawling along the floor to the kitchen, accidentally looping the ottoman twice before getting his bearings.  

"We shoul- should probab'ly call it a night after this," you sighed as you took a sip from the half empty cup Shouto had delivered to you on shaky legs, the rest of the water having been spilled across the floor during his journey from the kitchen. 

"Tha's a good idea," Shouto swallowed uneasily, sliding down the wall and sinking into a heap on the bath mat next to you as the room started spinning.  "But just so you know, 'm gonna' kiss you first thing tomorrow.  So make sure you brush your teeth real good once yer done throwin' up, okay?"

You shot him a quick thumbs up, head once again shoved into the toilet bowl as another round of dry heaves rolled through you; the last thing Shouto saw before he blacked out.  

"Oh my goodness!" A soft voice called out from behind you in the foyer of the tearoom, Shouto's eyes widening as he quickly spun around.

"Mom!" He laughed, pulling Rei forward into a hug while the gaggle of women behind them joined together in a collective 'awww' at the display.  

"You all go ahead without me," Rei giggled, motioning the group of women to pass by her.  "I'm going to catch up with my son for a moment or two."

"Alright, but don't take too long," a woman with star shaped freckles dotting her skin called back.  "We might start discussing chapter twenty-six without you!"

"You wouldn't dare!" Rei gasped in mock affront, pulling away from her son to waggle a finger at the star-speckled woman.  

"We don't want to keep you from your meeting, Mom.  I can just call you later tonight to catch up."

"'We'?" Rei blinked inquisitively, stepping back far enough to finally catch sight of you over Shouto's shoulder.  "You're here together?"

"Hello," you waved at her hesitantly.  "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Todoroki.  I'm Deku's Assistant-"

"And my girlfriend," Shouto interrupted, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his side with a bright smile that made your heart skip enough beats you were worried it might actually be an arrhythmia.   

"Er , yeah," you mumbled sheepishly.  "That too."

"It's so nice to finally meet you!" Rei gushed sincerely.  "Shouto has told me so much about you, it's good to be able to put a face to the name."

Sensing your rising discomfort at being the sole focus of his Mother's attention, Shouto points to the book poking out of Rei's handbag.

"Is that the book you're all reading this month?" He inquired, squeezing your hip gently to remind you to breathe.  

"It is," Rei nodded enthusiastically, lifting the book up for her son to examine.  "We're nearly finished and on pace to start the sequel novel next week."

"Oh," you squeaked in surprise at the title, eyes widening.  "That's a…bold choice for a book club."

"Have you read it?" Rei asked, sliding the book back into her bag with an excited grin.

"I…have," you nodded uneasily, a smile pulled tightly across your face.

"Wonderful!  We can meet up for lunch soon and discuss it.  How does that sound?"

"Great," you squeaked, pained smile widening as your skin took on a sickly pallor.

"Shouto will send me your contact details, won't you, Dear?"

"Of course," Shouto nodded in assent, noting the distressed glaze shining in your eyes.

"Have a nice meal you two," Rei said with a parting wave.  "And expect a text from me later tonight- both of you!" 

Shouto remained waving until his Mother was out of sight, sequestered into a side room with the rest of her book club before he took your face in his hands, staring down at you in sharply mounting concern.

"You look ill.  Are you feeling alright?"

"I just agreed to go out for lunch with your Mother and casually discuss erotica ," you whimpered, sweat beading across your forehead. "I might never be okay again!"

"Am I right in assuming that congratulations are in order?" Takai inquired, sliding into the space next to Shouto you had just vacated in order to track down the waiter carrying around the tray full of mini quiches.

"You'd be correct," Shouto nodded stiffly, watching as you excitedly flagged down a member of the waitstaff only to wilt in disappointment when she only had finger sandwiches to offer.  

"I figured as much," Takai sighed deeply, seeming to shrink at least two feet as his shoulders sagged.  "Her ring is exquisite.  I'm pretty sure it can be seen from space when the sun hits it."

"My Mom and Sister got a bit carried away when we went ring shopping," Shouto coughed into his fist, abashed.  "She picked out her wedding band though.  It's a more…practical design."

"She has good taste, so I'm sure it's lovely."

Shouto hummed in agreement, smiling as you attempted to convince the correct waiter into relinquishing the entire tray of quiches into your care.

"How's the new job treating you?" 

"It's…alright most days.  Your Father is a difficult man to work for," Takai chuckled, tapping the stem of his champagne glass mindlessly.  

"My Father is a difficult man, period," Shouto snorted.

"The work itself is good though, challenging and rewarding."

"Was it worth it?" Shouto asked, a fond smile curling at his lips as you pumped your fist victoriously as the waiter passed his fully stocked tray of canapés into your arms.  

"Not in the slightest," Takai admitted with a sigh. "Not a day goes by that I don't regret my choice."

"I can sympathize."

"You're the only one who really can, I think," Takai acknowledged, doubling over to deposit his empty glass on the table beside him.  "It's funny, really.  I'm so good with numbers it didn't even occur to me that I was making a terrible miscalculation until it was too late."

"That's just how it goes sometimes, I think.  We need to be brought low to give ourselves room to grow."

"Hmm, perhaps," Takai pondered. "But I think I've grown quite enough for two lifetimes, thank you very much.  I've had to duck through doorways since I was five."

"Do you want to see her?  It looks like she's finishing up her victory lap and making her way back," Shouto said, motioning across the room to where you were weaving carefully between dancing couples, tray balanced across your forearms and an intense look of concentration on your face.  

"I don't-," Takai swallowed, watching you with fond eyes. "I don't know what I would even say .  I need more time, I think."

"There's always next year's Christmas Party," Shouto offered magnanimously.  

Takai grunted in acknowledgement, tucking his hands into his pockets and jingling his keys nervously.  

"I suppose this is my cue to leave.  Take care of her."

"I intend to," Shouto swore solemnly.  "See you next year."

Takai slipped out just as quietly as he arrived, disappearing down the main entrance hall mere moments before you arrived, pilfered tray in hand.  

"Jackpot!" You laughed, holding up the tray for Shouto to examine.  

"A successful hunt, I see," he laughed, picking up a bacon and mushroom quiche, popping it into his mouth with an appreciative moan.  "How're these so good?"

"We can have these at the wedding, right?  Eight courses and all of them are quiche."

"A sound plan," Shouto nodded.  "But we need to taste each and every quiche on this tray to be certain."

"For the sake of quality control," you agreed readily, shoving two of the tiny bites into your mouth, humming happily as you chewed.  

"How about we get out of here and head up to our room?" Shouto whispered into your ear.  "Just you, me, and a tray of stolen cheese pies?

"That's the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me," you gasped, eyes sparkling in delight. "I'm so happy I'm marrying you."

"Sweetheart?" Shouto called, staring at the calendar app in his phone with a furrowed brow.  "Why does the calendar say 'Wedding Dress Shopping' next Saturday?"

"Because I'm going wedding dress shopping next Saturday," you explained simply, hefting a large watering can up into the kitchen sink.

"But you already have a wedding dress?  I remember seeing you in it before I almost died."

"You didn't almost die!" 

"Pretty sure I was dying.  There was a bright light-"

"That was the emergency lights."

"-and an ethereal figure in white-"

"That was me, Shou!"

"-and then everything went dark-"

"You passed out!"

"-so from my point of view it looked pretty grim for a minute there," Shouto explained.  "But I digress; you already have a wedding dress."

"Okay, yes.  I have a wedding dress," you capitulate, turning off the faucet as the can finishes filling.  "But it's a dress that I picked out to marry another man in.  It's probably bad luck to use it for our wedding."

Shouto's arms suddenly appeared on either side of you, bracketing you up against the counter.  With nowhere else to go, you spun around slowly to face him, surprised by the serious expression on his face.

"Shouto?  What's wrong?"

"I have imagined marrying you a thousand times in my head," he uttered sincerely, arms sliding slowly off the counter to encircle your waist and pull you firmly against his chest.  "Big weddings, small weddings, weddings in a church, weddings on a beach, and even one very eventful wedding on a capsizing boat- I've imagined them all.  But do you know the one thing all those scenarios had in common?"

You shook your head, mesmerized by the intensity of your fiancé's stare.

"You, walking towards me, in that dress," Shouto whispered fiercely, dropping his forehead down onto yours with a gentle thunk. "I never thought that I would get to be here. I went to sleep every night dreading the coming morning because it meant that I would be one day closer to watching you marrying someone else.  Our wedding will, quite literally, be the moment when my wildest dream comes true."  

"Oh, Shouto," you whisper, throat tight from your welling emotions.  

"You can pick every other detail of this wedding and I won't say a word.  The music, the catering, the flowers; all yours.  You can even make it Dynamight themed for all I care!  Just please, please, wear that dress," he pleaded, pulling your hands up to his mouth, softly kissing each of your knuckles as he awaited your response.  

There was only one possible answer you could give to a request like that.  

"Okay."

The guests had been seated, the officiant had shuffled in, and your bridesmaids had been escorted down the aisle to the bright and joyous calls of violins, each of your attendants walking stiffly with a dazed look on their face as they clutched at the arm of one of his Pro Hero groomsmen.  The poor woman assigned to Kirishima seemed to be having an especially difficult time, her face beet red and eyes glassy as Eijiro continually flexed his arm under her vice-like grip.  

The only thing missing was you.

The thrum of excitement that pounded through his veins when the music from the string quartet shifted to your processional song was likely the most intense feeling Shouto had ever experienced.  The guests all shifted in their seats, seemingly just as anxious as he was to get their first glance of the bride. The cello crooned out a note, deep and rich, and the violins and viola rushed to join; a joyous explosion of song that called out for you to join them.  

One breathless moment later, you did.  

If Shouto thought you were beautiful the first time he saw you in your wedding dress, it was nothing compared to the vision you presented today.  Coiffed and styled to perfection, and very notably not covered in his blood and disaster debris, you were a vision more exquisite than anything his imagination had conjured up during those impossibly long years without you.  

And then you smiled at him; a brilliant and rapturous grin that burned itself into Shouto's very being; a brand upon his heart that already beat solely for you.  Whenever he closed his eyes and thought of you, it would be this moment his brain would conjure up forever more.  

"You doing all right?" Izuku whispered into his ear.  

"Never better," Shouto sighed dreamily, a look of pure adoration on his face as he watched you take your first steps down the aisle towards him and your future together as husband and wife.  

"So," you smiled, leaning forward to press your lips to the underside of your husband's jaw as the crew of wedding photographers spread out around you, the flashes from their cameras causing the crystal chandelier above you to twinkle majestically.  "How did reality compare to your dreams, Dear Husband?"

"Nothing could possibly compare to this," Shouto rumbled, arms winding around your waist as he pulled you in for a proper kiss.

"Nothing?" You mumbled against his lips, nuzzling your nose against his playfully.  "I find it hard to believe that with all the time you spent imagining me in my wedding dress you never once imagined getting out of it."

"Oh," Shouto gasped, his shock quickly melting away as a devious grin overtook his face.  "That does open up a few new possibilities."

"It certainly does," you agreed with a pleased hum.  "And I can't wait to explore them all with you, but I didn't spend seven hours getting ready just to bail early and miss out on cake.  So look sharp!" You commanded, patting his cheek fondly and adjusting the position of your shoulder at the lead photographer's behest.  

"Of course, Love," Shouto agreed, his hand sliding seamlessly from your hip to derriere and giving a firm squeeze; the camera shutters snapping and immortalizing your wide-eyed gasp of surprise and Shouto's devilish grin.  

You couldn't help but chuckle at your husband's enthusiasm; Shouto bouncing on his heels as he waited for the volunteers to return. 

"It's been a long time," he muttered anxiously, wiping his sweaty palms on the back of his pants.  "Do you think he'll recognize me?"

"I don't know," you replied honestly, phone out and your camera app ready to start recording.  "You're a pretty unforgettable guy, but have no clue what the long-term memory capabilities of a koala are."

"Right," Shouto sighed, taking a deep breath and settling back down onto flat feet.  "I need to relax and keep my expectations low."

"Are you guys ready?" a volunteer cried from behind the door.

"YES!" Shouto cried out, throwing his arms up in whooping in excitement.

"So much for keeping calm," you laugh, hitting the record button on your phone as the door swung open and Kodoroki was carried into view, the Koala screeching excitedly when he noticed Shouto.

"Shouto!" You squealed in awe, hand flying to your mouth as your eyes began watering.  "They dressed him up for you!"

The volunteer passed Kodoroki off to your husband, taking a moment to straighten the bow tie and tiny top hat that sat between the Koala's massive ears.  

"And that's not all!  We have a surprise for you too, Mrs. Todoroki!" The volunteer announced, motioning to someone in the hallway.  Another koala was carried into view, a sparkling white tutu tied around her middle and flower crown looped over one ear.  You fumbled your phone into the awaiting hands of one of the workers surrounding you, excitedly reaching towards the koala making its way towards you.  

"Oh my goodness," you gasp as the gray koala is deposited into your arms.  "She's so cute!"

"Alright, squeeze together so we can get both of the happy couples in frame!" The lead caretaker called, waving their hand to indicate that you and Shouto should shuffle closer to each other.  

"I love you more than I can ever describe and our wedding was absolutely perfect," you told your husband in a single rushing breath, staring down at the koala in your arms with shining eyes. "But I think this might be the best part of getting married by far."

"Yeah," Shouto agreed as he smiled fondly down at Kodoroki, running his index finger across the brim of his top tiny hat as the Koala grunted.  Despite how happy he was to be reunited with his friend, Shouto couldn’t help but cast lingering glances over to you.  His heart warmed as he watched you sway soothingly with your koala perched on your hip; the hazy outlines of a new dream for your future taking root in his mind.  

The only thing that ever managed to surpass that honeymoon visit to the wildlife center was when you received a package from them years later, a tiny plush Koala tucked inside layers of pale green tissue paper.  You immediately placed the small toy in its rightful place; nestled between a wedding edition Kodoroki doll and his plush bride on the highest shelf overlooking the nursery.

[gabessquishytum]

JESUS H CHRIST that last warprize hob ask. MY GOD I am going feral. That is the stuff, that is my jam okay, that's what I'm talking about. Dream being a sadistic bastard of a king, YES PLEASE.

I love imagining Hob in tears and begging, this is uncharted territory for him. He's Hob Gadling, roguish charming mercenary for hire, who's always been able to talk himself out of trouble. He's always been the one to take care of his partners, but now. Now, he's been reduced to a plaything, dressed in skimpy fabrics, decorated with piercings designed to enhance his sensitivity to a 100, body changed to be better suited for pleasure, his and that of his king.

Oh how he struggled against his bonds at first, all the escape attempts when he managed to recover his mental faculties enough to be aware of his situation. The punishments he wrought were absolutely brutal, he always ended up a pleading, bleeding mess begging for forgiveness on all fours.

I'm drooling at the thought of a permanent change, like the piercings (body part of your choice) OR maybe a womb tattoo. OH my god, let me bring that up real quick. Maybe the aphrodisiac candies aren't enough to keep Hob in line anymore, and so Dream needed to find a way to keep him docile, on a more permanent basis. Muwahahahahaahha

Cue Hob in restraints, gagged and bound to a table. And he's bawling his eyes out as he realized what's happening, crying out no no no please no please I'll do anything, though it is muffled. And Dream is there obviously, getting off at the sight of Hob's big pleading brown eyes, but he needs to focus on the ritual now. And once it's all over, he'll make sure to kiss all of Hob's tears away, as an apology. And who knows, perhaps a pregnancy or two might distract Hob for the foreseeable future.

I'm sorry, that last line was an excuse for Dream to put Hob in a mating press position. I'm so sorry.

I pray and hope someone writes the full fic. As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

-Love Yan Anon <3

Ajajdjfjggk here's a link to that other sadistic bastard dream ask <3

Magic womb tattoo tho? Magic womb tattoo <33

Hob is on his back, legs spread, and Dream is looming over him like... Well, like a nightmare. Hob has his mouth full of a leather gag and he's writhing, biting, straining against the cuffs keeping him down. When Dream starts working on him, it's agony. The magic seeps into his blood and it hurts so much... but Dream is whispering to him sweetly, telling him how brave he is and how it's all going to be OK. Hob is so strong, he's going to survive and thrive and be Dream’s good little pet. Doesn't he want to be good? He knows how hard it is for Hob to behave, but Dream’s going to make it so much easier for him. He'll be so much happier when he's calm and behaving properly.

The tattoo is of course visible for everyone to see on the outside. It curls around Hob’s lower belly, reaching down between his legs. He's not allowed to wear anything that covers up the tattoo now, so it's constantly on show. Under the skin, there's a lovely womb ready and waiting to take the king’s seed.

Hob wants to rebel, of course. His personality hasn't changed. But his blood is full of magic now, and it compels him to be good. There are moments when he misbehaves - Dream is always rather amused by his pets bad behaviour, and he enjoys the opportunity to spank Hob’s arse raw - but mostly, Hob is... docile. Sweet. Devastatingly horny, too, constantly crawling between Dream’s legs and mewling sweetly to be fucked.

Dream has a mating bench specially made for his pet, as a gift for how well he did with the ritual. Hob is gently strapped into place on the rich, comfortable leather. His legs spread open, his blood pounding through his veins with the knowledge that he’s going to be fucked and bred. He knows that he won't be allowed up again until Dream is convinced that he's pregnant - he's in for the long haul.

A week ago, the idea of his belly swelling with the king’s child would make him shudder. Now... he gazes down at the ink on his skin that claims him as Dream’s possession, his object, his thing. And to his horror and mild disgust, he finds himself looking forward to the future.

[ashbrat488]

Flower In The Desert - EPILOGUE

Captain Syverson Fanfic

~ 3 years later ~

"Dada!"

Sy entered the kitchen through the backdoor from his wood shop to find his two-and-a-half-year-old twin daughters, Florence and Faye in their highchairs with fruit. "Hello, my girls..." He leaned down to press kisses on both of their cheeks, eliciting giggles as his beard tickled their skin.

"I used to be your girl," Violet teased, entering the kitchen with a four-year-old Mason, setting him on his feet as he ran to Sy.

"Daddy!" He yelled happily, hugging Sy tightly.

"Hi sweet boy." Sy wrapped his arms around him, hugging him close. "How's my favorite little man today?" He kissed his head, full of dark brown curls just like his father's.

"Good," he giggled, letting go of Sy as Violet set him at the kitchen table in a booster seat.

Violet set a plate of fruit in front of Mason before Sy pulled her against his chest, his hands on her back. "You'll always be my number one girl. You know that, flower."

She grinned, leaning her forehead against his as she rested her hands on his shoulders. He chuckled as he rubbed his nose against her cheek, giving her a soft peck. "We need to talk about something," she whispered, as he pulled back to look at her confused.

"Now?"

"No, later," she responds, sealing the promise with another kiss before turning away from him to make dinner. Sy followed her, wrapping his arms around her from behind as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

***

Violet leaned against the doorframe of Mason's room as Sy sat beside him, reading him a story before bed. A loving smile adorned her face as he glanced up to offer her a smile before returning his attention back to their son. She turned and walked the hallway to enter their room, changing into a nightgown.

Sy entered the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him just as Violet was crawling under the blanket. He undressed himself down to his briefs before climbing in beside her and she rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her elbow. "What's up, flower?"

She sighed, bringing her hand up to his chest. "Eddie... I'm pregnant."

Sy grinned widely, turning his body so that he was facing her. "Really?"

"Yeah... are you happy?"

"Are you kidding?" He asked, bemused, a smile still etched into his face. "I am so happy. As long as you're happy..."

She chuckled, allowing him to roll her onto her back. "I am... but I'm done, Eddie."

He laughs, nodding as his hand trailed up the outside of her thigh. "Deal." He leans forward to kiss her lightly, earning a giggle from her as he pulls back to look into her eyes. "You have no idea how much I love you."

"I do," she says softly, raising an eyebrow as he smiles widely.

"Well then prove it to me." He says huskily, hovering over her as his fingers trail lower, brushing over her lips. She allows him to continue to touch her, laying quietly while his fingers come up to tease her nipples until they begin to harden. He licks his lips, his eyes roaming over her body as he bites his lip, pulling back to meet her gaze as his hand slides lower to pull his cock, now hard, from his briefs.

She pulls his body to hers as he moves between her legs, pushing her panties to the side. He grins, leaning forward to capture her lips as his fingers wrap around his cock, sliding along her opening before diving inside her warm, wet depths.

She sighs, thrusting her hips up to meet his with every stroke of his cock. She moaned as he drove into her, filling her completely. She dug her nails into his shoulders as he began to move faster, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself to the pleasure building in her. She began to cry out as he slid his cock in and out of her, increasing his pace as he fucked her hard.

His eyes burned with desire as he continued to pound into her, her cries of ecstasy only making him harder. "God, Violet..." He breathed as he let out a guttural moan, his teeth grazing her shoulder.

The pleasure was quickly replaced by pain as his own orgasm began to build. He bit his lip to keep from screaming out as they came together. He collapsed on top of her, sweat glistening on their bodies as they breathed heavily, not quite ready to let go yet.

"I love you," she whispers against his chest as he rolled off her, pulling her against his chest.

"Not as much as I love you."

His response elicited a giggle as she pulled the blanket over them. "Agree to disagree then..."

~ Hope you enjoyed reading Syverson and Violet as much as I loved writing it... ~

[kayhi808]

More Than Our Scars - Part 12

You wake up & notice Bill isn't in bed with you. You roll over to his side of the bed & hug his pillow to you, inhaling the smell of him. It's of expensive cologne & a scent that's uniquely Bill. You can't help the smile that springs to your lips. There's a freeing of your spirit that you've never experienced before. Now that you can admit you love this man more than any other person in the world.

Before you were taken, you were a chef at an Italian restaurant in the DUMBO area of Brooklyn, renting a small studio within walking distance from work. You enjoyed cooking, it was your passion. You dreamed of taking courses in Italy, but that never came about. Magically, any time you were able to build up a nest egg, your father would come around begging for money. You'd feel guilty so you'd help him out, always swearing it would be the last time. Until that dreaded night, Kingpin had men pick you up off the streets on your walk back home from the restaurant. That was the start of your nightmare.

You never guessed that 3 years later, you'd be in love & loved by Billy Russo. Your worlds were so separate. Your paths should never have crossed, but it did.

Clutching his pillow, you realize that its cold and you notice his side of the bed hasn't been slept in. Did he not come to bed? Did he fall asleep on the couch? You hurry out of bed & go explore the loft. "Bill?" It's empty. There's no note. No text message. You curl up on the couch, biting a hangnail debating whether to call him or not. Why would he leave in the middle of the night and not tell you? Do you have a right to ask him? Is that being clingy? NO. He left you alone in the middle of the night. If the tables were turned he'd go ballistic.

You hear the key in the door & you see Bill walk in dressed in tactical gear..is that dirt? Wait, is that blood?! "B...Bill?"

"Hey, sweetheart." He drops his duffle on the floor & locks up. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd be home a lot sooner."

"Is that b...blood? Are you hurt?!" You start towards him but stop, not sure if he wants you near, but your eyes start prickling with tears. You wrap your arms around yourself trying not to freak out.

"Baby, I'm fine. I promise. It's not my blood." He holds his hands up in surrender & you notice his hands are bloody, too.

You can't help but cry now. "What's happening? Where'd you go?? Why..." you shake your head at him.

"Let me get cleaned up, ok? I can explain everything, sweetheart, don't cry." He starts to walk back to his room, but stops & nods his head towards the back of the loft, "Come with me. It's ok." He picks up his duffle & you follow.

He puts his duffle in his walk-in closet & heads to the bathroom. He takes off his shirt & washes his hands & face in the sink. Once his hands & face is free from blood, you notice his knuckles torn up and raw. He walks to you, cradles your face in his clean hands & leans in to kiss you. "Please don't cry, I'm not hurt. I'm fine."

"You are hurt." You try not to cry as you grab his wrists.

"Let me shower & I'll tell you everything. I swear, ok?" You nod but not wanting to let him go. He turns the water on to the shower & you leave giving him his privacy. You go out to the living room and give in to your tears, since Bill is in the shower & can't hear you.

Once he's done with his shower, he come over to you on the couch & pulls you to him, tucking you under his chin & his arms holding you to his chest. "I didn't want you to worry, so I didn't say anything. I'm sorry. I should have been upfront with you from the beginning. It won't happen again." Sighs,  "We went out to do some recon on Fisk. It was supposed to be basic surveillance."

"Surveillance doesn't end up in bloodshed. What happened?" you fist his shirt in your hands & he rubs the back of your hand to calm you. You stare at his bloody knuckles.

"I know, I know. James Wesley was on your list." You struggle to get up, the chill of fear snakes down your spine."Shhhh. Shhhh. It's ok. He won't ever hurt you again."

You breathe out, "Billy. What did you do?"

"You told me he was one of the men that hurt you. An opportunity presented itself....I neutralized the treat."

You lift your head up to look at him, "Neutralized. Bill."

"I killed him. He made you bleed, so I made him bleed."

You gasp, "Billy, no!" His eyes turn hard & he shrugs. "James was Wilson's right hand man. You...He..." Billy silences you with a kiss. "You've started a war with Fisk"

"I know what I'm doing. He tried killing me & 8 of my men. That alone calls for his death. But what he did to you...." Billy captures your mouth in a tender kiss, brushing his thumbs gently against your cheeks. "That earned him a drawn out & painful one. He doesn't get turned into the authorities. I'm his judge, jury & executioner."

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend

[sparrow-in-boots]

Thoughts on DesClay~? :3

Finally, my time has come >:D

Goodness me, how do I even start. I’ve fixated on these two for like nine years now, they are an intrinsic part of my personality now. Would not be who I am today without them. This is my permanent damage brainrot and I don’t regret a second of it. I could end this on a “Immaculate shit, flawless, 10000/10″ but why would I when I can just be an unhinged neurodivergent on main?

Clay? Dead from the start of the games, existing only as an impossible program in a machine that at that point in the franchise should not be able to preserve a conscience like that. My dude did that on his own, holy shit?? Literally everyone underestimated him, even to the end, even past his death, that shit eats me up alive!!! Yknow who else was? Desmond, that’s who! I mean, he gets proof his parents were right after all and what does he do? “Yeah sorry about that, but I’m in 100% now.” No reluctant hero shtick, he gets it and he’s on the job now. He takes it in stride even! He only doesn’t stand for being treated badly, especially when it’s unwarranted, and he stands up when others are treated badly too. Clay especially!

Also, the fact that together they are such a powerhouse duo?? Clay might have figured out how to do the memory AI upload, but it was only thanks to Desmond finding his clues and piecing it all together. Without that collaboration, they wouldn’t have even met and Desmond would likely not have recovered from that coma. But also, the fact that Clay is present through those clues since like day 1?? The flashes of them Desmond saw when he slept, then fully seeing them before escaping Abstergo and recognizing them on the Animus 2.0, both a warning and a promise. Then Desmond starts to unravel the Truth and those tidbits of memories from Clay, and the way he reaches out to him in ACB, that “wait, don’t go!”, end meeee!!!!

And then Revelations comes in and Clay is there, a bit harsh but still guiding Desmond along, supporting him, saving him again? The way they interact, Desmond a bit hesitant, unsure how to proceed, but Clay fully with no fucks to give and speaking his mind in his own way. Just, peak “I’m already dead, why should I care what anyone thinks of me?” and “You’ve been on my mind for months, and now you’re here and I just realized I barely know you” energy. To be fair, AC2 and AB set up different expectations about how Clay would be, but yeah I can see this for him in a way. Genuinely wish they had more scenes together, cus boy, the amount of existential talks they could have had together? Just two bros, chilling on the beach, talking about the brotherood, their lives, the universe and everything? If I remember right, Desmond’s narration over his memories are meant to be him talking to Clay, and I can just imagine them discussing those memories, trading stories and thoughts and opinions. Litterally so many missed opportunities there, smfh.

Can we talk about the whole theme of passing the torch on Revelations though? That’s the main theme there, how in life you have to know when to stop and let the younger generations pick up the fight, when enough is enough, when you’re living a life you were handed instead of the one you chose, and when to choose to pick up someone else’s torch not because you’re supposed to but because it’s the right thing to do. Written large, that’s the theme with Altair-Ezio-Desmond, but that’s also the kind of relationship Desmond and Clay have. Clay gave his life twice so Desmond would have the chance to see this whole chain through history to its conclusion. It’s not what he wanted, he has his regrets and nobody wants to be a stepping stone in someone else’s story, History with the capital H won’t remember him, after all. But he didn’t have much of a choice there. Except, he could have chosen to take Desmond’s body instead, could have let him be lost in that coma, but he chose not to at the end. He just, passed the torch over to Desmond, it’s his turn.

And dear fuck does Desmond carry that torch. He stands up to him and his memory, he brought him up like a cautionary tale before but now he speaks solemnly and with respect about Clay, he reflects on the memories he received from him (which makes it sorta canon that the Los Archives DLC was someting Desmond had to go through on his way out of the Black Room), he even starts making an audio log!! Yknow, like Clay did? Fuck, I need a minute--

By the way, I cannot shut the fuck up about the pictures Desmond took on his phone so I will not <3 There are only pictures since Turin, so I assume they gave him that phone pretty early cus there’s a team picture there. There’s pictures of the sky, him standing on the beaches of Rio and drinking a caipirinha, some of the forest and even a kitten he must have met on a walk or something. Good vibes only, small tidbits of life that matter and, that makes living worthwhile, and reminds him of why he’s doing all this.

Sure, getting thrown in a coma after murdering your possible crush will Fuck Up a guy. But you’re telling me that after seeing his two ancestors, the people whose memories he almost lost himself in, die or retire, and then seeing Clay give his life again for him, and then seeing what the solar flare will cause, AND THEN seeing all the possible other lives he could have had because of the Calculations, Desmond didn’t start to get existential? He’s not stupid, he can tell time is running out, so might as well save some mementos while he still can. Leave his own paintings on the wall, if you will :’)

In short, two guys going through an insane amount of bullshit, impossibly meeting after so long and bonding through the shared trauma and despite their designated roles in a play they had no say in, caring for each other and being there for each other when they most needed someone (even if only as a name without a face or personality to attatch to), and then living on because they left such a deep mark on each other, becoming a permanent part of each other and their legacies. What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live, the tales we tell ourselves.

[toggies-blog]

He is here to comfort you

6/6- here I am writing in my book again..why you ask because I'm craving him..wanting him to burst into my room right now and hug me while I cry my whole life away..how much I just wanna hear his voice and wanting him to just say "hey it's ok I'm here now".. OMG I WANT THAT SO BAD..but it will never happen..welp that's it for today that's for listening book 🖤

You close your book and lay it under your bed as you sit back up and just lay across your bed with your head in the pillow hoping that the time will hurry up and pass already. "3:28am could the time go by any faster" you thought to yourself

**

You had fallen asleep around 6:35am and when you finally woke up it was only 10am, so you get out of bed and head to your bathroom to freshen up. After spending 2 hours in the bathroom you walk out and go down stairs to your living room just to flop down into the couch and watch TV and curl up in a blanket your friend had brought for you. 20 minutes into your show you hear a knock from your door, you wasn't expecting any company bit you was used to your friends just showing up at your house so you just let them in.

"It's open"

The door twists open just for bakugo to be on the other side of the door with a paper in his hand

"You really need to start locking your door"

"I do, just not today"

"Tch whatever, anyways move over I wanna sit to"

You roll your eyes and sit up just to move over to the other side of the couch and place your knees to your chest and flop your head down into them

"Why are you here anyways"

"Because I have nothing better to do and I was walking this way anyway so I thought I just would stop by"

That was the biggest lie he told, he walked to your house on purpose because he wanted to see you but of course he isn't gonna admire that

"Ok I guess"

"You good over there"

"Yup perfectly fine"

"So now we are just gonna lie to my face, ok I see what we are doing"

You prop your head up with red puffy eyes and look at him trying to smile but all you can do is cry

"Come here"

You go over to him and plop your head into his lap and place your face into his stomach as he rubs your head softly

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really"

"Well when your ready I'm all ears"

"Thanks katsuki"

"Whatever"

You don't see it but he is smiling and blushing all at the same time. I mean can you blame him, his childhood crush is laying in his lap and he just likes it when you call him by his first name. But does he show it NO but you definitely have a feeling because everytime you call him that he tends to turn away and pretend to be annoyed

**

"Feelings better now?"

You sit up and look at him with a smile on your face after laying in his lap for maybe an hour

"Yes thank you"

"Whatever dumbass"

That's when your stomach growled and he heard it...

"Let's go"

He gets up and is grabbing your arm pulling you to the door

"Huh?!?!, where are we going"

"Out to eat"

"What why?"

He stops mid way out the door

"Because your stomach just growled and I know you haven't been eating you, so now let's stop asking questions and get a move on"

There was no point in arguing he has already fully pulled you out the door and is dragging you somewhere to eat

**

"You go find somewhere for us to sit I will get the food"

"Ok"

You walk towards the back of the place and sit at the booth away from everyone else but you still have a nice view through the window, so as your waiting for katsuki to come back you stare outside the window looking at the clouds with the sun shining on your face

"Here"

He places your cheesey fries in front of you and hands you a cup with Coca-Cola inside, he already knew what to get you because everytime you guys hang out you two would always find your way to this restaurant and you would order the same thing every single time.

He sits across from you with his cheesey fries in front of him not even looking at you

"Thank you bakugo"

"Yeah yeah just eat up"

You gave him a smile and munch down on your food, when you notice a piece of paper on the table and it has your name on it

"Hey what is that paper"

"Hm?"

He turns to the paper then looks at you

"Oh here"

He hands you the paper and you open it just to read:

Wanna go out with me? -bakugo💥

"Yes"

"Cool"

His heart is beating so hard right now and he is trying so hard to hold back a smile right now but believe me that one word just made his day

**

Your back home and you walk inside to be followed by bakugo right behind you

"You staying the night?"

"Yeah it's late"

Not the first time he has spent the night at your house

**

After getting ready for bed bakugo had already gotten changed because he had left his bag of clothes the last time he was over. You climb into bed and lay down leaving space in between you guys

"Night katsuki"

"Night dumbass"

**

You been woken up from your nightmare sweating only just to feel a hand on your back rubbing circles against it, you turn and you see that bakugo is looking at you still half asleep

"Sorry I woke you"

"You didn't, but are you feeling ok"

"Yeah just a nightmare"

"Come here"

He pats the spot next to him and you lay next to him placing your head on his chest and his hand across your back while the other rubbed your head softly

"It's ok it was just a dream whatever it was wasn't real"

"I know it just felt so real"

"Yeah that's what they do to you but your safe nothing bad is gonna happen"

With that it doesn't take long before you are sleeping again and bakugo not to long after you falling asleep

**

Your woken up to the smell of eggs and bacon being made but when you open your eyes bakugo was wake but on his phone still holding you

"Your awake"

"Yeah but who is making breakfast"

"Your father"

"Huh?, when did he get here"

"Maybe after we fell asleep because when I woke up he was here"

"Did he come in here?"

"Yeah but I just told him that your as asleep"

"Oh..thanks"

"Yeah"

He sit up and head to the bathroom to get ready, while bakugo heads down stairs to the kitchen and sits at the table while your father finishes up breakfast.

**

You head down stairs to company bakugo and your father in the kitchen and sit across the table from the blonde boy as your father places your plates in front of you both

"How did you two love birds sleep"

"DAD!!"

Your face just turned red and bakugo is blushing a little but not as much as you are

"We slept fine"

You look at bakugo then down at you food

"Aww honey I always knew that you guys would be together, haven't you had a crush on him si-"

You quickly start to make noise so that way he couldn't here what your father had to say.

"Oh has she now"

With that bakugo is smirking and staring at you and all you can do is sit there eating your breakfast not making eye contact

"Well I'm off for work see you tomorrow cupcake"

And then your father is out the door and it's only you and him

"Cupcake look at me~"

You look at bakugo who is still smirking at you and he has something plan for you now that he has this information

"Stop looking at me like that and don't call me cupcake I don't even like it when my dad calls me that"

"Ok what about teddy bear"

You reacted exactly how he thought you would, so he gets up from his seat and sits right next to you. You turn to look at him and before you can even say anything his lips was on yours.

You was surprised but you enjoyed it and so you kissed him back and when he pulled away all he can say was

"Yeah I figured you liked me just needed confirmation"

"So why didn't you just ask me"

"Because knowing you, you wouldn't have told me"

"Ok fair"

You lean in to kiss him again when you stop yourself

"But does this mean you like me?"

"Duh dummy"

He grabs your face and places another soft kiss on your lips

[peakyscillian]

The Fight | The Date Series

Summary: Cillian has been away filming for two months, Ophelia is teething and you just need some kind of reassurance. Warnings: Language/Arguing. Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader Part: 19/? Requested: No A/N: They've had it pretty plain sailing I needed to throw in a tough moment sorry!

The Fight | The Date Series

Masterlist | Date Masterlist

Part 19

You were so tired, you weren't sure how you were functioning at all. Ophelia had started teething a week ago, she was uncomfortable, in pain and constantly crying. Cilian had been away in LA, two months since he left and you were ready for him to be home, to take Ophelia and let you sleep. You still had a few weeks before that would happen, he had a scheduled break coming up but right now that was too far away.

Ophelia had finally tired herself out with her crying and was sleeping in her crib, you were determined to get some sleep in before she was awake.

You'd curled under the blanket on the sofa, settled down and then you were asleep in seconds.

** You woke to the sound of your phone ringing, with a groan you grabbed for it, a facetime from Cillian, you accepted immediately.

"Hey Bu-" You started to speak but the look on his face stopped you instantly.

"I've been trying for nearly an hour to get hold of you, jesus christ what happened?" He was concerned but annoyed you could tell.

"Sorry Cill, I was asleep" you frowned adjusting your position on the sofa.

"Its 3 in the afternoon" he quizzed, you let out a sigh.

"Ophelia, is teething she's awake screaming most of the night and day, she went down for a nap I decided to catch up on sleep" you were not in the mood for him to judge you.

"Could have text let me know" he huffed.

You rolled your eyes, definitely still shattered and now irritated by the way he was talking to you.

"It's alright for you Cillian, you're out in LA having fancy dinners and going for drinks with the lads, I'm here with your daughter while she screams the house down at all hours, but I'm sorry I didn't text you to let you know I was catching up on an hours sleep" "I'm not having ago, I was worried" he sighed hand running over his face "Look I'm going to go, Ophelia will be awake soon and I need to tidy up" You stood from the sofa. "Don't be like this Y/N, especially when I'm so far away we can't fix it"

You shook your head, feeling the tears build you were tired, missed him and just wanted some comfort "I'll call you later Cill" "Y/N, do not end this call like this" he warned.

"I can't do this okay? I just need you home with us, so fucking lonely and exhausted" you confessed letting a few tears slip onto your cheeks. "Baby, please don't fuck, I can't stand this, but I can't just leave right now, I'll call Ella get her over, my sisters whoever" he was scrambling for ideas.

"Just want you Cill, please just let me call you later" you whispered.

"Y/N, I love you okay?"

You nodded, as the sounds of Ophelia wide awake and crying filled the baby monitor "She's awake, I love you" you spoke softly, finger immediately hitting the end call button.

You pulled yourself together, brushing the tears away and headed for the stairs. ** You sighed as your phone rang out on the coffee table, Ophelia was laying sound asleep next to you in her snug pillow. "Hey" you smiled as Cillian appeared on the screen, you were feeling guilty about your earlier attitude.

"Hey darling, how are you feeling?" he asked, you could see the amazing view from his apartments balcony. "Tired, but okay, Im so sor-" Cillian shook his head "Don't apologise, I shouldn't have been that way with you, I was just worried. I'm booking you and Ophelia tickets to fly out here" You frowned "Cillian, we agreed her first flight would be with both of us, you want me to do a thirteen hour flight with our teething daughter alone" Cillian rolled his eyes "What do you want me to do here y/n? Everything I suggest you fight, I can't up and leave this job until next month, I was trying to fucking help"

You felt the anger boil in your veins "Don't swear at me Cillian, you're just not seeing this from my point of view, before I was a mother I would have jumped at the chance, but our daughter is teething she's uncomfortable and spends most of her day screaming the house down, how an earth do you think that will go down on a flight?" You watched as he sighed, rubbed at his temple "Look I can't do this over the phone with you, you're taking everything as me trying to make your life harder, maybe you should call me when you've had more sleep"

You spat out a laugh "Okay when our daughter is eighteen I'll call you, fuck you Cillian" you jabbed the end call button, throwing yourself back against the sofa in frustration, just to stir Ophelia who right on queue started wailing. *** Taglist @missymurphy1985 @heidimoreton @cloudofdisney @queenshelby @janelongxox @being-worthy @anotherhitandrun @alreadybroken-ts @elenavampire21 @datewithgianni @otterly-fey

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Imagine Wonwoo tying you up with silk while eating you out until you squirt,,,

I'm imagining hard and feeling sad I don't have a wonu to eat me out like that </3

You thought it was a good idea to act like a brat when the two of you were out for dinner at a nice restaurant, all dressed up to kill. But you thought it was also a good idea to tease Wonwoo under the table, trailing your leg up his own, reaching up to his knee. He did shoot warning glares to you, but you just couldn't resist him - his baby blue crisp costume just made him look so delectable.

"Keep acting like this and you're going to be in so much trouble once we get home~", he leans over to whisper in your ear. "Maybe that's exactly what I want~", you whisper back and he scoffs lightly, his mind already reeling with your punishment.

The real fun doesn't begin until he has you fully naked on his bed and he has taken off only his blazer and shirt, his slacks still on. Your eyes rake his well-defined upper body, his own eyes gradually darkening, as he looks for something in his nightstand. A sinister chuckle erupts from his chest as he finds a piece of black silk, turning his attention to you.

"You know, sweetheart", he climbs on the bed, "I was planning to leave you high and dry tonight", he ties your wrists above your head, "edge you, until you're a crying, shaking mess". He leans down, head right above your soaking pussy.

"But I thought making you cum until you can't cum anymore sounded way more fun".

He wastes no time and pushes your legs apart, throwing them over his shoulders. You gasp when you feel his mouth suck on your clit harshly, two of his fingers pushing inside you, meeting almost zero resistance. He pumps them in a brutal pace, curling his fingertips upwards to hit that one spot that makes you see stars.

"W-Won", you moan and Wonwoo raises his head from your cunt. "That's not my name, sweetheart", his hand is gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "D-Daddy...", you moan again, louder this time. "Much better", he chuckles and dives back into your pussy, his tongue now alternating between fucking your hole and kitten lick your now swollen clit.

You're thrashing on the bed, but Wonwoo's strong arms keep you in place, now picking up the pace of his movements.

He slams back his fingers inside you, pistoning them even faster than before. You're now screaming from pleasure, your walls constricting around his digits. "Come on, baby, cum for Daddy, I know you can", Wonwoo growls and your lips are parted, hands tugging at your restraints, the silk forgiving on your skin.

One harsh slap on your pussy is enough to send you tumbling off the edge, screaming Wonwoo's name as you involuntarily push out his fingers, squirting all over the sheets and on his slacks.

He lightly taps your cheek to bring you back to reality and you open your eyes to see an extremely turned on Wonwoo, untying your wrists and taking off his now soiled pants.

"W-What happened?", "You, sweetheart, made a mess of my bed and my pants", he chuckles evilly. You don't get a chance to recover as you feel the blunt head of his cock tease your swollen folds.

"And you bet I'm gonna make you squirt again".

[witchwyfe]

and also, i’m craaaaving overprotective rafe rn. can you do one where he’s like overprotective over her? <3

take me away | rc

| pairing: (non canon) rafe cameron x female reader

| genre: angst ish, fluff at the end

| warnings: gross/creepy guy, alcohol/drinking mentions, language, violence (like one punch)

| word count: 1,169

Rafe doesn’t even like boneyard parties that much. After maturing a little in his first couple years of college (and growing closer to you), he’s realized he’d much rather spend a Friday night in with you, watching a movie and cuddling, rather than on the beach with a drink in his hand.

But you wanted to go, claiming you haven’t been in forever, and that all of your friends were going to be there too. And because he can’t say no to you—and he would much rather be with you somewhere he doesn’t want to be, than home by himself—he’s now being led down the beach by you, hand tucked tightly into your own.

“Oh look!” You smile, turning to look at him. “There’s Top and Kelce. You wanna go say hi?"

He brightens a little, using his free hand to wave to his buddies. Your friends are nearby too, that’s the result of having one big friend group, you suppose. You press a kiss to Rafe’s cheek, before unlinking your arm from his, and making your way to your friends.

Gracelyn and Emma tug you into a hug, pointing out your lack of drink, before tugging you in the direction of the keg.

You and the girls had gone off to get refills, leaving Rafe, Topper, and Kelce in the middle of a heated game of beer pong.

The three of you had been gone for a while, but when Gracelyn returns to the pong table—without you or Emma—his attention has left the game entirely, curious eyes turned onto Gracelyn.

“Rafe,” She huffs, setting her cup on the table. “This goes against everything I stand for, and the feminist in me is crying right now, but this guy won’t leave _____ alone and he won’t listen to any of us.” Gracelyn blows a piece of hair out of her face before continuing. “Emma is still with her, because I didn’t want to leave her alone, but I don’t think this guy will back off unless he sees you.”

"Do you know who he is?" Rafe asks, furrowing his brows, and setting his cup down on the table.

She shakes her head. "He's a touron." She frowns, the space between her eyebrows crinkling slightly.

Topper lets out a chuckle. "Uh oh, someone doesn't know that ____'s off limits." He pats Rafe's shoulder, teasing, until he sees the look in Gracelyn's eyes.

"No I'm serious Top." She crosses her arms against her chest. "He's an asshole, and he won't leave us alone. Mostly ____ I guess he's decided she's his favorite?" She shudders. "It's gross."

"Where?" Rafe asks, getting ready to storm across the beach. His jaw is clenched uncomfortably tight. He honestly doesn’t give a shit that someone doesn’t know you’re dating him, he trusts you—but someone making you uncomfortable is a whole different story, and he’s pissed.

Topper and Kelce leave their drinks and the pong game behind, ready to follow Rafe and back him up, just like in high school.

The three boys follow Gracelyn across the beach, and the second you see your boyfriend, relief washes over your body.

The guy who introduced himself as Liam, smirks at your friends walking towards you, his grip on your arm tightening.

"Hey man, what's going on over here?" Rafe wonders, scowling, eyes glaring daggers into the man next to you.

"None of your business." He scoffs.

Rafe snorts, a sarcastic smile on his lips. "Pretty sure that you bothering my girl, makes it my business."

"Well she was over here by herself," Liam says slimily. "Maybe you shouldn't have left her alone."

You pinch his forearm until he removes his hand from you, glaring while he scowls in pain. "I'm not an object, asshole. And I'm not interested, none of us are." You punctuate your statement by dumping the rest of your beer on him, curling your lip in disgust.

You step over to Rafe, tucking yourself under his arm.

"You okay?” He murmurs, lips at your temple.

You nod, curling into him when you see Liam staggering towards you and Rafe.

“Hey!” He barks, puffing his chest up. “Keep your bitch on a leash.”

Anger darkens Rafe’s eyes, his grip on you tightening. “Get the fuck out of here.” He growls, voice low and even.

“I have every right to be here.”

“Not when you’re harassing people and calling my girl a bitch.”

“Man, just mind your own fucking business.” He laughs cruelly. “I’m just trying to have some fun.”

Rafe glances at Topper and Kelce, sharing a look with them, before gently nudging you away from him. You sigh, turning back to lean into your friends, knowing that Rafe and the boys are preparing to fight, if they need to.

You watch Liam throw a punch, the alcohol in his system slowing his movements, making it easy for your boyfriend to duck, and throw a punch of his own, nailing Liam square in the nose.

Rafe backs up, letting Topper and Kelce drag him away, while he walks towards you, gently cupping your cheeks.

“M’ sorry baby,” He murmurs softly to you, “I know you hate fights but—“

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his for a second, smiling softly. “It’s okay. Thank you for helping me.”

“I love you sweetheart.” He whispers, pasting a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too big guy.” You grin, pressing a teasing kiss to his neck.

“Alright,” Kelce sighs, walking back over to the group, with Topper by his side. “We found one of his friends and he apologized and is gonna take them back to their hotel.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you three all okay?” Topper asks, looking at you, Emma, and Gracelyn.

“Great, now.” Emma smiles, eyes locked on Topper’s. You and Rafe share a knowing smile.

“I think we’re gonna head out,” Rafe pipes up, sensing your lack of energy.

You squeeze his hand, an endeared smile on your face.

“Alright, we’ll probably stay for a while.” Gracelyn says. “But we’ll stay together, I don’t think I have the energy for anymore creepy fucks tonight.”

“Top and I’ll take care of you guys.” Kelce grins smile growing when Gracelyn and Emma giggle.

“Hmm,” You hum, amused. “Y’all didn’t see Em clock that guy over spring break.” You laugh. “I think she’ll be the one taking care of you Kelce.”

All your friends laugh, and you lean into Rafe, feeling tiredness make its way through your body.

“Goodnight guys!”

Rafe tugs you even closer to his side, smiling when you wrap an arm around his waist. “You want to go home baby?”

You nod. “You wanna stay the night?”

“Is that even a question?” He gives you a cheeky smile, opening the passenger door of his truck and waiting for you to climb in.

“Baby?” Rafe asks shyly “Can we watch Clueless when we get to your house?”

“For the hundredth time? Is that even a question?”

© witchwyfe 2021. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

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corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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Word count: 2.1k

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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Baby Spits Up During Nightly Feedings

(Thank you for suggesting the #10 one shot idea from my I Need Help post with potential one shot ideas. Sorry for any mistakes that may be in this. Because I'm not home like I usually am for the week, I wasn't as focused as I'd like to have been when reviewing and editing this.)

Honestly, barely sicfic & mostly fluff

Context to help you read this easier:

(Baby is 4 weeks old/Dunkirk Harry era/You're married)

It's currently 3 am and me and Harry are in-n-out of broken sleep due to our newborn baby. She's 4 weeks old and wakes up every 3 to 4 hours for feedings. The last time she woke up to be feed was around 12. We heard her whimper and start crying through the baby monitor, so I got up to go in her nursery and feed her, sitting on the rocker in the corner of her room. After I burped her, she fell right back to sleep and I placed her back in her crib and sleepily made my way back into bed with my husband.

Now about 5 minutes after 3, we hear the baby monitor go off again, which is to be expected at this point. Four weeks of having our beautiful baby girl, we know how long she sleeps before she's hungry again. That also creates exhaustion in both Harry and I. More exhaustion for me though because I'm still healing from giving birth and I'm the one that has to feed her from my body when she's hungry. That's why this time when the monitor goes off Harry tiredly mumbles, "I'll go get her and bring her to you, alright."

When Harry slips out of the bed with hooded eyes, messy curls, and low riding gray joggers that show his v line, I blindly slip my shirt off to make it easier to feed her when he returns with our tiny baby. A minute later, Harry returns with a fussy baby in his tattooed arms, ready to be fed. He walks over to the lamp on my bedside table and turns it on, leaving a warm glow in the room. Then he pulls back the blankets that's covering my naked chest and gently lays her small body between my boobs. Once our baby is on my bare chest, Harry carefully grabs one of my boobs in his hand and positions my nipple to her small mouth. "Is she latched on correctly?" he asks, not being able to see fully see due to her facing away from him.

I look down at my nipple she has in her mouth and can see her mouth doing subtle sucking motions along with feeling and the sounds the sucking she's doing with that strong mouth of hers. "Mhm I believe so. Come back in bed please." I respond. Harry leaves the lamp on and walks around the bed to crawl under the warm covers again. He scoots his pillow higher up and closer to mine, in the middle of the bed. Then he turns on his side and places a ring-less hand over our baby's back, gently rubbing it in soothing patterns and watches her while she eats.

Harry loves watching our baby feed from me. Not in a sexual way because its from my boobs that he adores so much during sex or foreplay. Its more of a fascination for him. Being fascinated with how my breast can produce milk to help our baby grow and become strong. Often when I'm breast feeding, no matter the time of day or place of feeding, he'll sit and watch. I never mind honestly. Harry is my husband after all, so I'm very comfortable around him.

As he's half consciously watching the baby feed from my boob, I'm laying flat on my back with my eyes closed, just about to doze off to sleep from the sleep deprivation my body is in. I'm not afraid to fall asleep because I know Harry is awake and watching her. So I do feel comfortable enough to doze off with her on my chest though I'm trying to keep awake to burp her when she's finished. I can feel Harry glancing at me and he's picking up on my battle with sleep. "It's okay to fall asleep. I've got her. When she's finished, I'll burp her and put her back to bed alright." he whispers quietly to me.

Knowing I have full permission to fall asleep, my mind falls blank as I doze into a much needed slumber. A few minutes later our baby girl detaches from my right nipple. Harry sits up and lifts her from my chest, pulling the covers back over my exposed upper body, and places her on his naked and tattooed chest carefully. He reaches over to his nightstand where a burping cloth lays and grabs it to place over his shoulder. Then he properly situates her upright over his shoulder to begin burping.

Usually it takes no longer than two minutes to burp her after a feeding, but for some reason tonight she isn't burping. "Come on my darling. Burp for daddy please so we can go to sleep." Harry coos in her ear softly while patting her back. She just makes a grunting noise like she's got a bit of a tummy ache due to not burping yet. Harry repositions her to where she's cradled in his arms and looks down at her. Our baby's face is scrunched up in discomfort. "Why won't you burp huh? Is your tummy hurting?" he questions his daughter in a playful yet worriedly manner. Obviously she can't respond to her daddy's question, so Harry just places a hand on her belly and starts rubbing gentle circles over it, thinking it'll help her tummy ache. It soothes her for a minute but Harry knows she must burp. So he places her back over his shoulder and attempts to burp her again.

After about ten light taps to her small back, she lets out a burping sound but its much more than a burp. It's a sickly burp that came along with vomit. Our poor baby girl projectile vomits a stream of white milk down her daddy's back and on the pillow underneath him. "Shit." Harry whisper yells, while jumping up from the bed out of quick reflexes. His sudden movements startle me awake.

"What Harry? What's happening?" I question my husband with a confused brain due to the sleep I was just in.

"She just spit up all down my back and on my pillow while I was burping her." Harry replies back while shushing the now crying baby in his arms.

I look over with blurry vision and see the spit up puddle on his pillow. "Why'd she throw up? Does she have a tummy ache?" I ask him worriedly. The one thing that stresses me out most with having a newborn is they can't communicate to let people know when somethings wrong.

"I'm not sure. She wouldn't burp for me, so I gave her a belly rub and tried to burp her again. Well she burped alright but it wasn't just air that came with it. It was her meal as well." he responds.

I make my way out of the bed and go to our master bathroom to fetch a damp cloth. I notice I'm still topless at the moment but I don't really care. Once I have the warm damp clothes, I make my way over to Harry who's calming our baby down. I walk behind him and began cleaning up the spit up that's running down his back. "I think her burp just got stuck and when it was finally ready to come out, she accidently brought up the milk too." I tell Harry. "She seems alright now so I don't think she's actually sick or anything."

Once I have cleaned Harry's back off, I carefully wipe our babies mouth off to make sure she doesn't have any dried spit up on her face. Then I go to our hall closet and find a clean pillow case for his dirtied pillow. While changing his pillow case, Harry asks, "Do you mind if she sleeps in her bassinet in our room for the rest of the early morning? You know, to keep an eye on her and to have easy access to her when she needs to feed again."

"Yeah of course babe. Hand her to me and go grab the bassinet." Harry hands the sleeping baby to me after I've changed his pillow case and goes to the nursery to fetch her light pink bassinet bed. I sit on the edge of the bed waiting on him to return. When he returns, he has a diaper, wipes, and the bassinet in his arms and hands.

"I'll place it on my side of the bed so you don't have to get up to get her when she's hungry. I can just hand her to you." Harry speaks lowly in his deep accent. Once the bassinet is sat on the floor by his side of the bed, I hand him our baby again and he lays her down on our bed to change her wet diaper. When he was holding her moments ago, he felt her heavy diaper, so that's how he knew to grab one when in the nursery. He unbuttons her onesie and takes off her soiled diaper. Then he takes a wet wipe and gently wipes her off so she doesn't get a rash from dried pee left on her. After she's all clean, he puts the fresh diaper on her and rebuttons her onesie.

Lastly, he slowly picks her up and places her in her bassinet and pulls her blanket up on her to keep her body warm. Once our baby is back to peacefully sleeping, Harry hands me the pee filled diaper and I toss it into the bin located in our bathroom. Then I turn the lamp off and we both crawl back under the warm blankets. Harry pulls me to his body and I curl up into his side. My breast still naked under the blankets but I know the baby will need to be feed again in a short amount of time, so there is no use in putting a shirt back on. Not long after me and Harry cuddle each other, we are both back asleep due to how tired we both are as new parents, but we are happily tired because we wouldn't trade our baby girl for the world.

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Sing, Nightingale (part 1) - keigo tamaki x top!reader

You needed to know what he knew, but he wasn't going to give it up without a fight. Not that that matters. You know exactly what kind of fight to give him.

cw: kidnapping, noncon, bondage, mild knifeplay, orgasm denial, bdsm elements, humiliation, blackmail, drugging, needles, overstimulation, wing kink (is that what we're calling it)

an: i said i'd do it so i did. i dont know why i did it. or why it's so fucking long (gdocs says it's 1.3k, what the fuck). but i read some oneshots and did some limited browsing of the wiki so here you go. if you see something that doesn't make sense with the canon, no you don't <3

now i need to write a part 2 for this where you actually get to fuck him stupid. part 2 will probably establish reader to be amab, but you can read this part one as gn!reader

"So, who are you working with?" Hawk asks, cheeks still pink from where you'd ripped the duct tape off. "The Liberation Front? Some evil-League-offshoot? Or are you rogue?"

God, he's talkative. His wings are depleted to ragged, feathery stumps and ropes are criss-crossed over his arms and torso. He's on his knees right now, legs spread with shins bound to his thighs, and a bruise forming nicely on his cheek. Despite that, he still has the gall to mouth off.

You respond with another sharp backhand, this time across the other cheek, sending him careening to the side. "That's none of your concern," You drawl. "You're simply here to tell me what you know, and I'm here to learn it. However long that takes is up to you."

He slowly draws himself back up, shaking his head. He spits some blood onto the floor - "Damn, bit my cheek," he mutters - and looks up at you again. Still no fear in those golden eyes. A lazy grin on his abused face. "You get right to the point, huh? Damn, I like you a lot better than the other villains already."

"Then I take it that you'll be cooperative?"

"Ha, fuck no."

You kick him this time. Not hard enough to break his neck, but you catch him upside the chin, and hear the sharp clack of his teeth snapping together. His head almost droops to the floor in pain before he catches himself. "Almost felt that one."

"You're insufferable." You debate kicking him again, but you need his jaw intact so he can actually give you the info you need.

"That's what they all tell me," He laughs around the blood in his mouth. "Don't flatter yourself by thinking you're the first one to catch me. Plenty of other villains have tried the same thing, and none of them have actually made me sing. You're not gonna be very different."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

You crouch down with a knife in hand, and start the process of cutting away his clothes. He shivers as you make quick work of his shirt, and you can feel his heartbeat peak against his skin, though that doesn't actually stop the cocky lilt of his voice.

"Ah, classic, classic. The ol 'strip-and-whip' method. Most people buy me dinner first, but you're hot so I can make the exception-" He stutters a bit as you grab the waistband of his pants, jerking it upwards so you can drag the blade down the seams. "Phew, you're thorough, huh? Though I can't blame you, my ass is to die for-"

"You're rambling," You chide him. He's now entirely naked, save for his underwear and the shreds of his clothes that are still pinned do this body by the ropes. "Are you nervous, Keigo?"

"Hey now," He protests. "We're not on a first name basis. And this isn't my first rodeo, so..." He trails off as you pull at the elastic of his underwear so harshly it rips. "Whoa, okay, buy me dinner first." He laughs, but it's pitched a little higher.

"I know the kind of villains you've dealt with, Keigo." You touch the knife under his chin and tilt him up to meet his eyes. Finally, some reaction - his pupils have gone small with poorly-concealed fear. "The ones that use electricity and knives to try and make you talk. But you're a spy, aren't you? You're trained to deal with pain. I could cut you up bloody and you still wouldn't sing."

Your other hand squeezes his thigh, traveling up to his hip, tracing along the curve of his hipbone. "But I'm not like those other villains," You say, voice low and murmured right into his ear, as you press your palm against his cock, feeling it twitch as he yelps. "You're going to wish I was."

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You have him blindfolded now, and still kneeling in the middle of the cold, concrete room. His cock is stiff and drooling against his abdomen, leashed by a ring at the base. Vibrators hum from where they're clipped to his nipples, and stuffed deep into his ass.

His spine jerks as you play idly with the remote, a whine breaking out behind his clenched teeth. You've been at this for a while now, and he'd been mouthy at first, telling you how this was 'a normal Saturday night for him', and 'I don't need a safeword, don't worry' and 'can I call you daddy or is that off the table.' He'd shut up at the half-hour mark when he realized he was wasting his breath, and that you weren't kidding when you said you had no time limit.

Even so, he was handling things impressively. His bottom lip was bitten raw from where he'd tried to keep quiet, and not once has he begged or pleaded. You were going to need to step things up.

You turn the vibrations down, and he relaxes for an instant, before tensing up the moment he hears your footsteps approach. "What, bored already?" He rasps, making a grin that was more like a snarl. "And here I thought I was putting on a good show."

"I'm about to make it a better one, no worries." You pull the ring off his cock in one quick motion, and it bobbles obscenely. When you lift up a corner of the blindfold, a golden, watery eye blinks back. In your other hand, you hold a syringe, courtesy of Dr. Garaki himself (or pilfered from his laboratory, more like), and he darts between looking at you and it, eying the little needle nervously. "Don't worry, little bird. This isn't a Quirk-eraser or anything like that. It's just going to make you feel things." You pause. "Feel everything, in fact."

"Get away from me," He hisses, facade cracking as you bring the needle down near his neck. You fist your hand in his hair and force his head back, exposing the smooth contour of his throat. "Don't you fucking dare-"

"Whoops," You hum, as you inject him. "Too late."

His entire body shudders, and his eyes goes wide, pupil shrinking to a thin slit, and his mouth drops open in a shaky gasp. Garaki really outdid himself with this one, because the moment you release the hero he's curling in on himself, skin already flushing brightly in the cool air.

"What did-" He groans, throat working in a dry swallow. "What did you fucking do?!"

"It's terrible, isn't it?" You watch as he writhes, trying to position himself in a way that won't make him feel the ropes that are cutting into his skin, or the grit on the floor beneath his knees. "Everything that touches you is now amplified. Like so-" And you demonstrate and dragging one finger along the base of his wing, and he shakes like a leaf, a helpless whimper falling out of his throat. "Isn't that overwhelming?"

He growls, and flaps pathetically. "Don't you fucking touch them."

Ah, that's right. You remember he'd mentioned something about that. In some talk show or another; how he could feel things through his feathers, but only the ones at the base, and how he'd sometimes spend his free time combing through them.

You reach out now and grab one of his wings, squeezing and twisting, feeling all those little feathers tickle at your palm. Keigo, on the other hand, screams as if you shot him, and-

He cums just like that. Splatters white across the gray cement and onto his own stomach. His thighs shaking with the force of it, getting rubbed pink and stinging against the floor, and the blindfold darkens around his eyes with tears. He's gasping for breath like he just finished a race.

You can't help but laugh - one rough touch, and he was undone. You reach down and squeeze his softening cock, and he spasms, shaking his head. "Wai wait wait no, too much it hurts I can't-"

"Sure you can," You twist your hand, and he chokes on air. "Or do you want to be a good boy and finally tell me what I want to know?"

His jaw clamps shut at that, and you sigh. "Guess not." You shrug, and you squeeze a little tighter to watch him cry out.