#just like enjoying it and thinking about how maybe once upon a time that WASNT a word everyone and their grandmother knew

[theworstcreature]

*gets bored and starts reading Wikipedia articles at you*

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[lustlovehart]

scara has been the boy of the month for so long now i am just so desperate for sfw scara content id kill for any crumbs

A/n: Wasnt sure if you meant Wanderer or Scaramouche, so I sorta assumed you meant Scaramouche.

Summary: The ballader has quite the habit, and you're curious as to how deep into it he is, so you take it upon yourself to find out.

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything?

Scaramouche has always had this odd habit of... Staring at you. At the begining you found it quite odd, but as time went on you didn't seem to be bothered too much by it, in fact, it'd be unnerving if he wasn't staring at you for once.

When you're not around for him to look at, his eyes will always fall on to something that reminds him of you, whether it be a book you had an acute interest in, or a mess you had left in his room because you had went out in a hurry. To him, if you're not there by his side, perhaps the next big thing is to cling onto whatever remnants you had left behind for him.

Whenever you walked through the streets of Snezhnaya, you ears can't help but pick up on his subordinates whispers, the cold wind carrying them through to you.

"Are you sure Lord Scaramouche and [Name] aren’t... You know... Seeing eachother...?"

"Whenever they're together, his eyes never leave them! It's like his pupils are physically attached to them!"

"The Lord even has a picture of [Name] in his pocket, though it changes everyday… I can't tell if he switches the photo out or if he just has multiple photos of them on hand..."

“Lord Scaramouche will surely kill us if he hears what we’re saying of him! Quiet down!”

Their discussions make you pause, you’re sure most of them are just exaggerations, but nonetheless you continue with your day, it's not like you could confirm or deny these accusations, considering you yourself dont even know that status between you two.

Though, you are quite curious as to what these photos he has of you are... Perhaps you can find out, a rare harbinger meeting had been issued as of today, so maybe now is your chance.

Your shoes click against his office, the cold from outside still being felt but not too much.

Your fingers slide open the drawer of Scaras desk, while not too neat, it’s not horrendous either. Your eyes immediately catch on to a little picture book, one he had always held on to but has never let you seen through, well almost always, he never trusted bringing any valuables to meetings, lest they be discreetly taken from him by a certain banker.

When opened it seemed to be photos of you, and some trinkets and hobbies you had mentioned to him about enjoying. Coincidentally enough, they were all photos you took awhile back with a kamera you had in possession before it had broken down. Each photo has a tiny date written in the corner, as well as a little descriptions of the events that had happened.

“[Name] and me walking through Snezhnya”

“[Name] looking at flowers”

“A butterfly [Name] took a picture of, it reminds me of them”

They all weren’t too descriptive, but they warmed your heart to see anyway. Your fingers flipped one more time before you were greeted by a photo you didn’t take yourself.

“Everything I want to give [Name]”

In the photo, several items you had expressed a liking towards were in frame, some expensive and others cheaper. This time, the description had been on the back of the film, neat handwriting engraved into the back.

“If I look at them long enough, they’ll be engraved into my memory, and I won’t have to be left with nothing again.”

You’re not too sure on what he meant by it, sometimes he seems to say something cryptic to you and then never explain it ever after that.

The more you think about it, that seemed too short to be something of his that he wrote. You put the photo book back into the drawer, moving your hand to open the next one before the door swings open at an immaculate speed.

“What do you think you’re doing [Name]”

“Uhm… Waiting, for you…?” The expression his face shifts into obviously tells you he doesn’t believe it, but all he can really do is walk towards you and grab your wrist, swiftly pulling you away from his desk. “Where are we going Kuni?” The both of you quickly dash out the door, a loud thud echoing through the halls with how hard the man closed it.

“We’re getting dinner of course, having to meet with those bastards has given me a headache.”

“I don’t have money on me right now…”

“What? I’m paying for you obviously, now hurry up.”

He doesn’t need to tell you about how he knew you were looking at his belongings of you, he just thinks of how lucky he made it before you could find the drawers, filled to the brim with letters he wants to give you, all of them in which, if someone else had laid eyes upon them, would have no doubt every single page is a love letter.

You don’t need to know how weak for you he truly is, and he’d like to keep it that way.

“So, do you really keep photos of me with you all the time-“

“Stop speaking.”

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Scara who is super in love with reader but never wants them to know that>>

[star-dust-stuf]

Jack Conroy x period!reader

title: wild in the fire

warnings: descriptions of blood, pain

a/n: watched white fang and I had to write a period comfort. sorry for typos, btw reader is alex larssons daughter. enjoy babes.

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Alex had left to town to get more supplies for the cabin, more nails because Jack was in the process of fixing it up. But he wasnt going to be back till tomorrow because town was far along the river so he had to take the boat he had helped Jack make. Jack was fixing up the roof and I was sitting in the rocks, my toes feeling the coolness of the river as it splashed gently like waves.

 White Fang was in the cabin probably sleeping on Alex's bed like he told Jack time and time again to teach him not to, of course Jack didn't.  I pressed my knees to my chest and felt the sharp pains going through my stomach, I didn't want to show it though Jack was all the way up on the roof I doubt he could see me but I was wrong when he got off the ladder and walked towards me. 

He sat next to me in the rocks. "Are you okay?" He asked, grabbing a pebble and fiddling with it in his hands. 

"I'm okay, Jack." My voice wasn't as convincing as I thought it wouldve been though I wasnt even thinking about lying, it just came naturally.

Jack didn't buy it and I didn't blame him, he threw the pebble in the water. "You can tell me anything, really." His voice sounded soft and kind.

I look at him, my hair falling off one of my shoulders, I bite my lip a bit. I didn't want to tell him directly, maybe he'd find out himself. "Papa usually helps me with this but... He's off in town." 

Jack looked at me, his blue eyes glowed in the reflection of the river as the sun shines down upon it. He immediately knew but he didn't want to get the wrong impression, if he was wrong. "Oh, your period?" My heart stopped for a second, I didn't want to speak so I nodded, he nodded in response. "Does it hurt?"

I nod a little again, he struggled to put his hand on my back then instantly pulled away. "Let's get back in the cabin. I'll get you a hot water bottle started for you." He stood up and leaned his hand to help me up. 

Once we got in the cabin, White Fang put his head up and watched Jack. I walked by the empty bed and tried to loosen my dress as Jack got some water started on the woodstove, and saw me struggling. He didn't want to get too close in my personal space but he felt a need to help me, so he came close behind me. 

"Can I?" He asked and I nodded. He helped me loosen the back of my dress and get it off till I was in the white gown that was looser on my body. He made sure iw as comfortable enough in his sight before getting back to the stove not too far from me. 

I slowly sat down on the bed, Jacks bed. Jack carefully poured the hot water in the water bottle before closing it up and handing it to me and sat next to me. He bit his lip a little and put his hands on his knees, looking down at his feet, feeling a little awkward. "Does it feel better?"

"Yes it does. Thank you, Jack." I replied, holding the bottle close to my belly. 

He put his hand on my lower back, he wanted to comfort me the best he could. "Is there anything else that usually helps when youre-." 

Jack cut off like he was thinking. I was growing very attached to him it felt like a crush but I didn't admit that to myself that was all it was, I wanted him to feel the same and little did I know he did. He stood up to the small cabinet under the mirror, he rummaged through it and found a small glass vile. He headed back to me and sat back down.

"Can you lay back?" He asked. I did so, I didn't question him. He put his hands at the hem of my nightgown before looking back at me to see if it was okay, and I nodded. He unbuttoned just the buttons over my stomach without revealing too much. He put some oil on his palm before he started to run it gently on my belly. He was very gentle. 

I watched him, "how does that feel?" 

I smiled, "better." 

He smiled when he heard this, "I used to see my father do this for my mother when I was younger and then I slowly understood what he was doing. I thought maybe it would work on you." 

I smiled at how gentle he was with me, he knew how tender it could get and he was being very careful with my sensitivity. He rubbed till it was rubbed in before buttoning up my nightgown. He wiped his hands on his lap and looked back at me.

All the sudden I help my stomach and cried out in pain, Jacks eyes widen in worry. His first instincts was to protect me from any sort of discomfort and so he pulled me close to him and asked softly. "What happened? Are they worse?"

I nodded, my hands shaky as I held onto him. He pet my hair gently and rubbed my back, "it's alright, just try to let it wash over you."

My head was pressed to his chest and I heard his heart beating, it was so comforting I relaxed in his arms. "Is there anything you need? Anything at all." I shake my head, I gripped his sleeve a bit and tugged on him. "Just to what you need to do and I'll be right here." 

"I'm sorry Jack." My voice sounds shaky. 

He held me close. "You don't have to be sorry for anything. The pains are not your fault and you don't have to apologize for something you can't control. The only thing that matters right now is that I'm here for you and do whatever can to make you feel better." 

I lean on him, he saw I was still hurting so he put his hand in mine. "When you start to feel pain just squeeze my hand, okay?" He spoke softly. 

I breathed deeply. White Fang must have heard the commotion and so he got off Alex's bed and trotted to us. He hopped up on the bed next to me and Jack and lied near me. I put my hand over his neck. Jack smiles, "he must know you don't feel well." 

Jack pet White Fang on his head, "Jack?" I asked. 

He hummed in response, "hmh?" 

"Why are you helping me?" 

Jack was taken aback a bit when I asked, he felt a little concerned and he ran his hand through my hair. "Because you're in pain and I know periods aren't fun." 

I smiled a little and lifted my head, he wanted to make sure I wasn't in too much pain so he put his hand on my arm. I leaned in to kiss his chin, he saw this and moved a little so I landed on his lips. I pull back a bit but realized he did it on purpose so I kiss him again. He put his hand on my back. "Better at all?" He asked gently. 

I nod, "a little." He rubbed my back and put his face on my hair, leaned in so he lied me down and lied next to me. He held me close and kept rubbing my back. 

White Fang put his head in my lap and I patted his head, Jack smiled and little and pet him too. "He knows doesnt he?" Jack chuckled. 

I smile too, but I get a wave of pain, I squeezed his hand like he told me to. He instantly kissed the top of my head, "hey, I know you'd feel better if your father was here. How about we distract you?" Jack sat up a little, but never took his hand away from mine. 

"Like what?" I say, my voice a little shaky. I wasn't able to hear what he wanted to say because I cried out with some more pain, he gripped my hand he was really worried so he thought of a way to distract me but he didn't want to scare me. 

He kissed me, softly and gently still squeezing my hand with his and cradled my head with his other. He pulled away from my lips, our foreheads touching, he breathed. "Just breathe..." 

I take a deep breath, still shocked by the kiss but it made me feel better. He chuckled a little at my reaction and strokes my cheek. Through the rest of the night he held me close, he didn't want me to be alone and he got up at least twice to heat up some more water from the river and put it in the bottle for me.

He let me sleep in when he woke up and was careful to get out of the bed without waking me. He went outside and when he did Alex was there, starting to walk from the rocks, holding a bag. "Ah, sleep well?" Alex began. 

Jack nodded, running his hand through his hair. "Um, y/n she... Yesterday she got her-." 

Jack didn't need to finish, Alex nodded. "Mmh, did she need-."

"Yeah. I got her things she needs even used an old trick my father used to do for my mother." Jack rubbed the back of his neck, he didn't want Alex to find out about our kiss, hoping I wouldn't tell. 

Alex nodded and bit his lip. "Well, I got some more supplies for the mining. You should get started I'll go in and check on her." 

Jack nodded a bit and took the bag he had on his arm and watched him go into the cabin. I woke and saw him. "Papa..." 

He sat at the end of the bed, he rubbed my forehead. "Yes darling. I heard what happened and wanted to be sure you-." 

"Yes. Papa Jack took care of everything." I look at him. 

"I'm going to help Jack with the mining. I want you to rest." 

He was always so firm with me especially when I was in pain which he knew I most definitely was. When he left the cabin I lied back and thought about the kiss, I really wished that lasted forever. The way he held me and how gentle and understanding he was. I needed it more than anything else in the world. 

[bansheeys]

I wasnt clever enough to think of an idea so I looked at prompts on Tumblr and found this "It's so dark now, but I used to be afraid of the dark." I think it would be an interesting prompt to do for a dying Sylvanas in Jaina's arms. If not no worries! I hope recover from your writers block soon!

Anon, I adored this prompt so much that I went a little overboard with it. I hope you enjoy and sorry for the sad ending 😬

This takes place in the future during the expansion of Midnight.

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Twisted creatures of the void poured from portals onto the landscape of Quel’Thalas. Surrounding them were incarnations of nightmares, mountains of blighted flesh, and writhing tentacles, spreading like cancers across the land.

Sylvanas stood above the battlefield, bow drawn and ready to fire. She faltered momentarily. The enemies before her transformed into an undead swarm. Suddenly, she was alive again, standing in a field of yellow tulips.

Closing her eyes, Sylvanas steadied herself. When she opened them again, she saw the autumnal leaves of a place she once called home and a battlefield stained with the blood of the void.

Sylvanas frowned as she lifted her bow, taking aim. Her arrow struck a voidwalker straight in the eye. The creature howled in pain, struggling to dislodge the arrow, but before it could, another arrow pierced its chest.

Sylvanas smirked as her arrow hit its mark. “I believe that makes a hundred for me.”

A voice chuckled beside her. “Some of us aren’t infused with death magic and need rest,” Jaina joked, slightly out of breath as she unleashed a blizzard upon the void.

“Already tired, little mage? We’ve only just begun.”

“You wish, Windrunner.”

Sylvanas watched as Vereesa and Alleria exchanged glances. Vereesa hesitated, her mouth dropping slightly, while Alleria rolled her eyes and continued unleashing arrows.

Since Sylvanas returned from the Maw with Jaina escorting her, Vereesa relentlessly questioned her about their relationship. Although Sylvanas and Jaina shared a secret bond, she wasn’t ready to face the subsequent annoyance once Vereesa discovered the truth.

Perhaps once this battle was over, Sylvanas would tell Vereesa about all the ways Jaina had helped her heal in the Maw. 

Well, maybe not all the ways, Sylvanas thought, glancing at Jaina as she wielded her magic with such grace it seemed like an extension of her very being.

“Do I need to remind you, Sylvanas, that we’re in the middle of a battle?” Alleria said sternly.

“And how many kills have you gotten?” Sylvanas jested.

Alleria huffed, then steadied her bow, surveying the battlefield below. “This isn’t working. We must take down the portals, or this battle might never end.”

“Agreed. It seems Xal’atath wanted to put on a whole show for you, sister,” Sylvanas joked. She knew it was a cheap shot but couldn’t resist getting under her sister’s skin.

As Sylvanas was too busy laughing at herself and preparing to aim, she felt a sharp tug at her ear. Wincing in pain, she lost her concentration and accidentally released her arrow, sending it off course and missing her target entirely.

Sylvanas turned towards Alleria, nostrils flaring, ready to retaliate. 

“It looks like you missed. Are you starting to get tired?” Jaina said with a sultry tone.

“I never miss,” Sylvanas teased with a wink, noting the faint blush beginning to bloom on Jaina’s cheeks.

“Belore,” Alleria murmured, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Regent Lord, a word, please!” 

Lor’themar approached them slowly with Liadrin at his side. Thalyssra followed behind, carrying a stool and positioning it behind Lor’themar so he could sit down.

When Sylvanas returned from the Maw, Azeroth, and its people had changed. It was evident in the aging Lor’themar, who walked stiffly as if his joints hurt. Every time Sylvanas looked at Alleria, she was reminded of her mother and the last time Sylvanas saw her alive. 

“Yes, Alleria?” Lor’themar asked. 

“We need reinforcements to deal with the portals summoned by the void revenants,” Alleria explained. “We must eliminate those vile creatures, or we’ll be overwhelmed quickly.”

Lor’themar paused momentarily before saying, “I trust you to make the right decision for our people.”

Alleria nodded quietly, then turned back towards them with a determined stance that made Sylvanas wonder if she could have saved their people from the Lich King’s slaughter.

“There are three portals: north, west, and east,” Alleria said, pointing to the distant portals. “Liadrin, take your blood knights to the western portal. Vereesa, lead the Silver Covenant against the eastern portal.”

Liadrin and Vereesa nodded with a salute before moving to assemble their troops and head toward their designated locations. 

“And what about the northern portal?” Sylvanas asked Alleria.

“The northern portal is the farthest away. Jaina, I need you to teleport yourself, Sylvanas, and the dark rangers as close to the portal as possible. Can you manage that?” Alleria asked, turning to Jaina.

Jaina squinted at the portal on the edge of the forest. “I think I can manage that,” she replied.

“Rangers to me!” Sylvanas shouted. 

Dark rangers materialized beside their former queen as if from thin air. Velonara, the group leader, stepped forward before Sylvanas, ready for orders.

“Yes, Dark Lady?” Velonara asked. 

Sylvanas narrowed her eyes, realizing that old habits were hard to break. “We’re heading deep into the battlefield. Lady Proudmoore will teleport us to a portal. Our task is to destroy the revenants controlling it.”

The dark rangers took their positions. Before Jaina cast the spell, she carefully grasped Sylvanas’ hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

Sylvanas looked down with a smile and squeezed back. Once this was all over, perhaps she could retire. Maybe she and Jaina could spend their days restoring the Spire and enjoy simpler lives.

Reluctantly, Jaina released her hand to start casting the teleportation spell. Instantly, a flash of light encircled the group, and they were teleported. 

They arrived near the portal, but they were not alone. Massive, armor-plated voidlords prowled around them, ready to strike. 

“Take them down!” Sylvanas shouted.

The dark rangers followed orders, firing arrows at the colossal creatures. Meanwhile, Jaina started casting a flurry of ice.

Sylvanas drove her dagger into the advancing voidlord, releasing a swirl of shadow magic as she withdrew the blade. The voidlord lunged at her again, but Sylvanas swiftly pierced it between the eyes. It crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

“Sylvanas! There’s an opening to the portal. I can slip through while the dark rangers keep them occupied,” Jaina hissed.

Sylvanas swiftly assessed the situation. The dark rangers were effectively dealing with the voidlords. Even though she knew Jaina was far from a fragile mage, Sylvanas disliked the idea of her venturing alone and unprotected.

“Velonara!” Sylvanas shouted. Velonara glanced her way as she fired an arrow into another voidlord. “Jaina and I will move toward the portal. You need to take out any voidlords that come our way.”

“What about the revenant guarding the portal?” Velonara questioned.

“I’ll handle that foul beast,” Sylvanas said.

Velonara nodded and shouted orders to the dark rangers. 

Though Velonara had always been a lone wolf within their order, she was a natural leader. The dark rangers had made a wise choice in selecting her. Sylvanas was pleased to see someone so headstrong step into her role. She hoped that her darkfallen sisters would forgive her for abandoning them someday.

Sylvanas and Jaina raced toward the massive portal, pulsating with purple void energy. Sylvanas extended her hand, halting Jaina from rushing directly to it.

Jaina gave her a puzzled look. “What are we waiting for?” 

“The revenant… it’s missing,” Sylvanas whispered. 

Before either could speak further, a massive shadow loomed over them. Sylvanas and Jaina turned to find a colossal void revenant clad in silver armor towering above them.

Before they could react, the revenant swung its massive arm, hurling them through the air. As they fell, Sylvanas felt a sudden lightness in her body and realized she was descending slowly. Jaina had cast a spell to cushion their fall and prevent them from crashing into the ground.

When they hit the ground, further from the portal, Sylvanas drew an arrow and fired at the revenant, but the shot barely left a mark.

“Tides! How are we supposed to kill this thing?!” Jaina shouted. 

The revenant advanced in a furious rage. Sylvanas glanced at Jaina, who stared back with wide, fearful eyes.

“Stick to the plan,” Sylvanas whispered, then lifted her bow, aiming to draw the revenant closer. As she released the arrow, striking its helm, she gestured urgently for Jaina to move. Jaina hesitated, and Sylvanas called out, “Jaina, go!”

“Please stay safe. I want to celebrate with you afterward,” Jaina said, her voice tinged with nervousness.

Sylvanas had no time to react as the revenant closed in. The human had already vanished from sight, but Sylvanas still shouted at Jaina to leave.

“Come here, you ugly bastard,” Sylvanas hissed, and the revenant roared in response, taking the bait.

Sylvanas drew the dagger from her belt and drove it into the revenant’s arm. It hissed in pain as shadowy energy seeped from the wound.

However, the victory was fleeting, fueling the revenant’s fury further. It emitted a bloodcurdling screech as its skin writhed into a mass of tentacles, and its eyes blazed with seething purple energy. Sylvanas cursed as the creature began to swell in size.

The revenant’s thrashing tentacles struck Sylvanas, making her drop her dagger. Despite this, she narrowly evaded the remaining blows and managed to weave out of the way. Quickly recovering, she reached for her bow.

The sharp crack of Sylvanas’s bowstring sent an arrow streaking toward the void creature. The arrow whistled through the air, targeting the revenant’s weak points. But with a clash of metal, the revenant’s razor-sharp claw intercepted the arrow, knocking it away. The revenant then charged directly at Sylvanas.

Sylvanas cursed under her breath. The revenant wasn’t going down easily.

As the revenant charged toward her, it abruptly stopped. Sylvanas watched it closely, gripping an arrow and preparing for her next move.

Slowly, the revenant turned its head toward the portal, grunting in irritation before ignoring Sylvanas and heading straight for the portal.

Sylvanas glanced urgently at the portal and saw Jaina trying to close it. The revenant was charging directly toward her.

“No!” Sylvanas gasped, then sprinted with all her might toward Jaina.

Jaina turned in terror as the revenant charged toward her, caught between the urgent need to close the portal and to defend herself.

The revenant swung its tentacle toward Jaina, its tip sharp and blade-like, aimed directly at her heart. Sylvanas felt her stomach drop.

“Jaina!” Sylvanas cried out as she forced herself to move faster.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Just as the bladed tentacle was about to hit Jaina, Sylvanas threw herself in front of her. She felt a searing pain pierce her soul and then collapsed to the ground.

Sylvanas lay in the dirt, gazing up at the same sky she had looked at years ago when a sword had pierced her chest. She found herself wanting to laugh at the bitter irony of it all.

Sylvanas heard a distant scream and felt an ice lance whiz past her head, followed by a heavy thud on the ground beside her.

As the portal closed nearby, Sylvanas managed to smile despite the blood now pouring from her mouth. Jaina had succeeded. 

“Sylvanas! No, no, no…” Jaina cried out in anguish.

Jaina knelt and gently cradled Sylvanas in her arms, tears streaming down her face as she brushed away the hair from Sylvanas’s face. Then, with a flash of magic, Jaina teleported them both away.

Jaina cried as she held Sylvanas, more inky blood spilling from her. The sound of shouting started around her, and she could hear the weight of Vereesa’s tears in the commotion.

Everything around Sylvanas felt dim and hazy, as if she were drifting through a dream. Perhaps it was all just a dream, and she would soon wake up with Jaina beside her, warm in bed, holding each other. She’d tell Jaina about this strange dream, and they would laugh and kiss, with Jaina making everything better—as she always did.

“What happened!?” Vereesa screamed. She bent over Sylvanas, touching her gently while trembling and staring at the oozing wound.

“The revenant struck her,” Jaina cried, turning to Liadrin. “Please, you have to save her. Please!”

Before Liadrin could step closer to examine her wounds, Sylvanas slowly lifted her hand to gently touch Jaina’s face. A sob escaped Jaina as she grasped Sylvanas’s hand and kissed it tenderly.

“You promised me,” Jaina whispered. 

“Forgive me, little mage,” Sylvanas said, her attempt at a smile faint and weary.

Sylvanas should have felt anger over the brief time she and Jaina had together or rage at dying once more in the fields of Quel’Thalas. Instead, she found a sense of calmness.

As Sylvanas glanced around, she accepted her fate with peace, knowing that her homeland would be protected at all costs. Her people would endure and fight another day, as they had so many times before. 

Sylvanas felt a touch on her leg as Alleria joined Vereesa and Jaina on the ground. She smiled weakly at her sister, reassured that Alleria would be strong for Jaina and Vereesa. Jaina would be in good hands with her sisters.

“Sylvanas, I’m so sorry,” Vereesa gasped between sobs.

“Hush, Little Moon,” Sylvanas said, reaching for Vereesa and Alleria. “I forgive both of you. I need you to forgive yourselves. May your arrows fly straight upon the wind.” 

Vereesa kissed Sylvanas’ cheek while Alleria gently squeezed her leg. Sylvanas noticed the glistening tears forming in the corners of Alleria’s eyes.

Sylvanas turned to Jaina, whose deep blue eyes were brimming with tears and whose nose was a red mess. Jaina held Sylvanas’s hand against her cheek, her grief palpable.

“Please don’t go, please!” Jaina wailed. 

“My Jaina,” Sylvanas whispered, gently brushing her finger against Jaina’s lips. “I will always be with you. And when you’re old and gray, I’ll be waiting for you in the Shadowlands, and we’ll have all eternity together.”

Jaina threw herself onto Sylvanas, sobbing uncontrollably. “No! I won’t allow this! You’ve suffered enough!”

“Jaina…” Sylvanas hissed in pain as the darkness began to encroach upon her. Jaina lifted her head to look at her. “It’s getting so dark now. I used to fear the dark, but now I don’t anymore.”

Sylvanas never imagined she would come to terms with not fearing death after everything she had endured. Yet now, despite the pain it might cause Jaina, she was ready to let go. She yearned to be embraced by her parents and see her little brother again.

Gradually, the sounds around Sylvanas grew faint until they disappeared completely. Her vision dimmed, and darkness enveloped her mind. The pain vanished, and Sylvanas felt a profound sense of peace, as fresh and pure as a newborn babe.

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Decades had passed, and Sylvanas awaited her love. When Jaina finally arrived in the realm of death, she appeared just as she had before the bombing, with her golden hair shining brightly.

As Jaina approached Sylvanas, she could barely recognize her. Sylvanas appeared as she had when she was Ranger General, no longer a twisted creature of death. She was simply Sylvanas.

Jaina rushed toward her, and Sylvanas greeted her with open arms. They collided into a tight embrace, both shedding tears for the years lost between them.

Sylvanas cradled Jaina’s tear-streaked face in her hands. “I missed you, little mage.”

They shared a soft, tender kiss, then took each other’s hands and walked together into the infinite expanse of the Shadowlands, ready to spend eternity side by side.

[cemetery-irises]

i am going insane. woe my hyperfixation amalgamation be upon ye now and forever (yes. pokemon team posts part 1)

now. ive explained norton before but i wanna revise it and sound more legit/put together than i did when i flung this at mach speeds to my friend gold BUT

first off. the toxtricity. as i've said sooo many times norton's born and raised in spikemuth, and he takes pride in it. despite the rundown/dilipadated appearance, the locals are still upbeat and lively, and piers keeps it all kicking. norton has a lot of respect for piers as well-- despite how he's a gym leader, he's in the same situation as the rest of spikemuth, and he's super fair about everything he does. i think while norton was younger he'd help out in the ways he fan. maybe he babysat marnie from time to time! but basically, he holds a lot of pride in his hometown and he has an equal amount of respect for piers despite being older than him (i see piers as about 25 to nortons 28), and he likes showing off what he takes pride in! toxtricities appear to charge attacks by strumming the chords on their chest, resembling the motion one would make playing a guitar :] i decided on the high-amp form since norton is fairly competitive during the battles themself (though he recovers from losses with a lot of grace. its pretty much a hobby to him so he doesnt get too worked up) and also, toxtricity tend to be somewhat arrogant as norton can be :]

ok. okay so. meowth/perrserker. i know the fandom didnt recieve this line very well (i wasnt too fond of it either) but. listen okay. meowth are generally known for collecting coins. the galarian meowth are specifically tougher due to being seafaring companions, and kantonian meowth dont get along with thwm. alolan meowths, who are used to luxurious lifestyles, also don't get along with their galarian counterparts, despite being the same species with little differences. perrserkers also enjoy battles and are competitive :]

corviknight is. kind of a stretch but bear with me. i gave him a rookidee originally for the sake of the new fool's gold accessory for this season, the broken cage, since rookidees have yellow feathers similar to canaries. also as an offhand reference to leave the mines. the corviknight itself symbolizes wanting a change of pace/scenery/environment for similar reasons, since in galar, corviknights are a means of transportation (one of the only ones other than trains or bikes if you dont want to walk) and they can go wherever its desired to.

barboach are cavefish that are local to the galar mines! overall the line just felt fitting </3 ive not much to say on it

the wimpod...... the wimpod is so very dear to me. little bug that scurries around his feet. they're cowardly and also native to galar mines, and i imagine he shooed away some other pokemon that were harrassing it (stunfisk perhaps) and afterwards the wimpod kind of just. followed him around the rest of the day so he caught it. he hypes it up so much and is very encouraging towards it, and it becomes his ace pokemon once it evolved to a golisopod :3

as for the boldore, he's had it since he was a kid. as a roggenrola, it was one of the only things his dad had gotten norton before his death, and norton bonded with it quite easily. despite not wanting to be a rock type specialist like the other workers, he's very attached to it!! overall, he cares a lot about his pokemon and you can really tell how much he loves them and how proud of them he is. he's one of the (arguably) few people who fully realizes how important pokemon are, and how much they've helped shape society since he'd never been someone to take anything for granted.

orpheus deross..... thw only person who could rival bede's bastardness.......

honestly, i wasn't sure what to do with him. i just knew he should be a dragon type trainer because it'd be funny for frederick's fairy type ass to mop the floor wjth him immediately. however! there is reasoning for some of them. actually really just the appletun. norton gives him an applin and he decided to keep it with him + evolve it. also, i think noivern's personality is somewhat like norton's so it'd be funny if orpheus told norton he reminded him of his pokemon once or twice

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i want izuku to go to his ms reunion and his former classmates acted like he's one of them as if they didnt ostracized him back then bc he's v successful hero rn. izuku is kind so he doesnt hold their past against them but class 1-A does and drops by the reunion to check on izuku.

they know of his dark ms history so they dont go all at once, but come visit for a group of 2-4 just to see if izuku is ok and if they should take him away from his shitty & fake former classmates but izuku is doing just fine; he's confident and happy, his past doesnt define him. he doesnt hold his former classmates' actions as oh, they were horrible kids so obv they're going to grow up to be horrible and can NEVER CHANGE bc ppl do change. some wont but most do bc kids can be terrible but as they get older their world evolve & they LEARN from the mistakes.

he knows someone close to his heart is perfect example of that so izuku finds forgiveness come easy for him and tho maybe his classmates arent ALL sincere in their apologies, trying to write off the past as if they didn't bullied him but izuku is ok now; he's ready to move on. so izuku doesnt have any trauma (anymore) or hold any long term resentment toward his ms classmates and does enjoy the reunion even if it can be awkward at times bc their good memories werent good memories to izuku who was often excluded from social activities bc of his quirklessness...

during the reunion bc his friends keep dropping by, who are all prominent heroes, the ms classmates ask are any of them you're dating?? izuku just laughs and says i have a partner w/o saying their name and SO IT LEAVES EVERYONE GUESSING WHICH ONE OF PPL DROPPED BY IS THE BF/GF.

among his ms classmate is a boy who was prob the closest izuku has to a 'friend' during that period before he distanced himself from izuku. he has quirk that is simple & boring, blowing bubbles from his mouth, which is unimpressive but izuku was the only one who tho it was cool. izuku always ask questions about his quirk and makes it out to something as remarkable!!! while the classmates sneered and looked down upon him bc quirks that are lame and useless has no place in their society but at least it's better than the quirkless loser over there... so they become sort of 'friends' bc nobody seems to care or like them but then when izuku's bullying got worst the choice b/t quirkless vs lame quirk, the kids think izuku is worst off and picks on him harsher esp when izuku doesnt stay down and curve his enthusiasms about quirks.

the boy learned to stay quiet and in the background so he doesnt get pick on as much but izuku cant STAY quiet bc he loves learning and talking about quirks and doesnt hide his dream to become a hero so obviously it made other want to CRUSH him, so when his bullying got worst. esp when the boy got picked on for 'useless' quirk, izuku would speak up for him and made loud proclaimations how the quirk is v cool and amazing so they should talk bad about X-kun but that made the boy afraid of being attached to izuku, bc he doesnt want it to affect him too.

the bullies turn their attention to izuku who was the most outspoken and the boy realized he has to stay away from izuku to not get picked on too, even to izuku helped him!! so he distanced himself and years later, he always regretted that decision bc izuku was his first love. but he was too much of a coward to ever do anything about it and too afraid of liking that quirkless boy who was the lowest of their social ladder. he wanted to save himself more then his love and friendship for izuku... so that action haunted him for years even as an adult.

so this reunion was his way of trying to apologize to izuku and maybe reconnect with him bc he never forgotten izuku the boy who shines so bright even in the darkest time, who was able to fulfilled his dream and most of all izuku was kind when the world wasnt kind back to him. he can see the way that izuku slowly and sincerely win their classmates over by remembering all their names and when the most popular girl embarrassingly reveals she's a homemaker w 3 kids and izuku is like that's so amazing!! that must be so difficult but you're doing a good job. AND HE MEANS IT WITH HIS WHOLE HEART!!! he genuinely interest in their life and want to know what they're up to and even remember the moments of their past like when someone pick up his eraser that he dropped and handed it back to him, he recalls those small gestures so easily.

to izuku who has an incrediablly shitty time during his ms, yet able to draw on lighter moments and bring it up and associated with ppl who have hurt him in the past... that takes a lot of strength and speaks of how big izuku's heart was that he doesnt hold it against them. so even tho izuku is the top hero and is clearly the most accomplished person out of all their classmates there, he doesnt lord it over them and is much more interest in their more mundane life rather than his exciting world of heroes and that's very humbling thing. so for the ppl who came in worry izuku was going to get revenge, they find themselves coming out of this being a die hard deku stan for life now lol... bc now they realized what make deku so popular with so many ppl is now bc of how powerful he is bc of his very big heart.

at the end of the night the classmates are all having a good time and they so smitten with izuku and just genuine happy that he is here and regret how they could have ruined him but he rise above all that. it's then that when they're about to go home that bakugou katsuki arrives. katsuki was invited but he never RSVP. they know how he is flourishing just as much as izuku is as a hero but he always seem like untouchable, out of their reach; very smart, athletic, popular and has a powerful quirk he was everything izuku wasnt & they were childhood friends!!

katsuki suddenly appears before them and they're like oh, sorry the party is over but katsuki just glowers as izuku beams at the sight of him and runs up to him, holding his hand as he says, 'kacchan, you're here to pick me up?' leaving everyone jaw slacked!!!!!

'are you guys dating?' some brave soul asks.

izuku blushes while katsuki sneers. 'yea, what about it?' and it's like some kind of dark comedy to classmates bc the two ppl who are least likely to get together are happily TOGETHER and katsuki had seemingly hated izuu in the past.

it was jarring like HOW THEY DID THEY EVEN GET THERE!!! but bkdk obviously wont tell bc thats their story and the classmates realize that bc they have no right to demand an answer from these two even to katsuki's turbulent history with izuku was a defining moment of their ms.

while izuku say goodbye to their classmates, katsuki stands off in the back. the boy who was izuku 'friend' approaches katsuki and says, “you dont deserve him” and katsuki stares evenly back.

“neither do you, but at least im making an effort now and not pining like a fool. i have an entire life ahead of me to make it up to him but you?” katsuki glares. “you ruined your chance back then when you walked away from him.”

and that's the thing bc he did, he chose himself over izuku back then and tho izuku clearly has forgiven him but he hasnt. katsuki shouldnt either tho!! he feels is unfair that katsuki also played a part in making izuku's life miserable back then but he is able to stand by izuku's side tonight & hold his hands. IT'S NOT FAIR, but katsuki doesnt care about fairness he has izuku and hes not letting go.

katsuki didnt go to the reunion bc he doesnt want to be reminded of his past so even tho izuku has long moved on and forgave, katsuki hasn't learn to forgive himself yet so he isnt ready to face his past yet but he also doesnt want any idiot to get any idea about izuku either lol. it took him a lot of effort and time to get to this point and won izuku's heart so he's not going to let some past love trying to think he has a chance with izuku now bc izuku is his and tho he hasnt proven himself worthy of izuku but nobody is more worthy than him a;sjd;fjs lmao

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Observant | brendan brisson

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“Who at this table would you date?” nolan asks, voice projecting and eyes sparkling with mischief as always. 

You don’t know how you always got sucked into these childish games with them, but you did and every time you regretted it. Their dinner conversations always revolved around pushing each other to do stupid shit or forcing ridiculous scenarios upon each other. It turns out tonight was the latter. 

You looked around the table at your options. Nolan was obviously out for giving you this question, luke was sweet, but too young. Your eyes of course are drawn to brendan, your longtime best friend. He’s wearing his usual smirk, ego never in check, probably assuming you’ll pick him. But there’s a sort of curiosity there too, as if he’s waiting on the edge of his seat to hear whose name will come out of your mouth. He leans forward on his elbows, “C’mon, the suspense is killing us”. 

You roll your eyes, shifting your attention over to ethan who looked like he so badly wanted to be picked and then over to thomas. You let your eyes drag over him sitting across from you, maybe a little dramatically so, just to get a rise out of a certain someone. You involuntarily bite your lip when your eyes finally pull away from the ink on his skin and meet his gaze. Always observant, he plays along with your little game and lays on the smolder with his stare and devilish smirk. No wonder girls were on their knees for this. You only tear your eyes away when brendan obnoxiously clears his throat. “If you’re done eye fucking my best friend, i believe you were asked a question.”

He had a point. Thomas was his best friend and that’s close enough to the one you actually want, right? “I’d choose thomas, easily”. He grins victoriously and fist bumps you. You swear brendan’s shoulders slump and an expression you can’t quite pinpoint flashes across his face, but just as soon as you think you saw it, it twists into disgust. “I call bull. There’s no way he does it for you. I demand a recount”. The whole table snickers. 

“Theres nothing to ‘recount’, bren” you laugh. 

He’s still in disbelief. “You pick bordy? Him?” his arms waving dramatically at thomas as if the point was already clear. 

“Yes, brendan. what’s wrong with that?” 

“nothing, but-” 

“But what? Who else should i have picked then?” 

“Yeah, briss, who else should she have picked?” thomas pipes up, leaning back in his chair, smug. Again, everyone at the table looks amused like theyre all in on some big inside joke that you’re missing. His tongue works the inside of his cheek and now it’s you whos curious.

 “C’mon, bren, the suspense is killing us” you tease, echoing him from earlier. He stares at you a second too long, working up to something.  Whatever he was thinking about saying, he decides against it, shaking his head. “I just can’t see you with him”. Or anyone. But me. “Like actually dating,” he shrugs, trying to keep up his facade of what he hopes is nonchalance. “Just an observation.” 

you snort, “youre about as observant as…as. Well i cant think of what, right now, but something that’s not observant”. 

“Well i am when it comes to you,” he blurts. 

Your heart does a combination of stopping and beating 10x as fast at his words. He couldnt mean them like how they sounded, right? 

If you werent so focused in on brendan you wouldve caught the smiles being hid behind cups and shoulders being bumped in “i told you so’s”. But you were completely lost in the way brendan’s eyes were locked in on you like he was trying to tell you something that his mouth, for once, wasnt letting him. He was patiently waiting for you to speak, but words were hard to come by for you right now. Mark nudges you and it’s enough to get you to clear your head momentarily. 

“Yeah, i guess you are,” you admit, sitting back in your seat thinking of all the times he really had been. The heating pad patches he stole from the trainer for you during your time of the month because you got really bad back cramps, the brunches hed force you to eat with him because he saw how stressed you were and how you were skipping meals, and the night drives hed take you on even though he had an early skate the next morning just because he knew you loved them. He knew how you liked your tea from watching you make it so many times, could sense what kind of music to put on based on your mood from the second you got in the car, when to push you to be social and when you just needed a good squeeze and some silence. He was watchful when you went out, protective, and able to read when it was time to go with just one look. All these things he had picked up on and continued to do for you and you cant help but love him because of it, best friend be damned. He ducks his head, fiddling with his fork on his plate when you send him a small smile, the tiniest of blushes dusting his cheeks. When he glances back up, that cheeky grin is back and you know the moment has passed.

You try to settle into the rhythm of the night, but the exchange from earlier has you in your head. How long had you and brendan been dancing around each other for? His bright, enigmatic nature captured your heart from pretty much the first moment you saw him at the center of the room, holding court. You were drawn to him in a way that you’d never let him know out loud. One that’s lived on and grown into all kinds of love, even if you couldn’t say it. 

And he was drawn to you in much of the same way. He could never figure out how you could walk into a room and instantly it was yours, even if you didnt want it. How you could command so much attention, all while staying on the outskirts. He wanted you back then, and he wants you now but apparently you dont feel the same way. 

“Maybe you should go talk to her”, thomas’s elbow knocks into his best friend’s side as they walk home, pulling him from his thoughts. Brendan shakes his head, eyes focusing on the sidewalk and mumbles out some bullshit excuse even though he knows it was less of a question and more of a suggestion. 

Thomas pushes again, knowing the stubbornness of his friend. “C’mon, youre not allowed to mope if youre not going to do anything about it.”

“I’m not-”

“You’re never quiet and youve been scarily quiet ever since she said she’d pick me” thomas points out, never afraid of calling brendan out on his shit. 

Brendan snorts in response. “yeah, exactly she doesnt want me so”

Thomas rolls his eyes. “We both know that’s not true,” brendan opens his mouth to protest, “just go to talk to her.” and then he leaves his side to catch up to matty ahead of them. Brendan sighs and glances back over his shoulder. You’re trailing the line, always on the outskirts and he smiles to himself. Duker walks beside you, talking your ear off but brendan can tell youre not giving him your full attention. You look far away, your smile not reaching your eyes. See, always observant when it comes to you he thinks. And now he has to do something about it. He slows his pace until he’s nudging duker off the sidewalk and shoving him forward with eddie much to the boy’s disgruntled protests. The fact that you don’t even scold brendan for his actions confirms his observations that you are very much in your own head. He struggles with where to start, not wanting to make this about him. 

“Just spit it out, b” you say, sounding tired but still soothing like youre coaxing it out of him when he was the one here to make you feel better. 

He grins, your teasing relaxing him a bit. “Sooo.”

“So.” you echo.

“You’d really choose bordeleau, huh?” 

You bite the inside of your cheek to fight your smile. As much as the situation hurt your heart and stressed you out, you knew brendan wasn’t going to let that go. And maybe part of you hoped he wouldnt, so that you could finally have this conversation. 

When you don’t answer right away, he continues, “what, im not good enough for ya?” he bumps into your shoulder and keeps his tone light but you can tell its purposeful, the weight of his words heavy. 

“Bren,” you dont know what else to say without saying it all.

He grins, noting the blush on your cheeks. He was getting somewhere here. 

“No, no. it’s fine” he holds his hands up in surrender, “bords is quite the package. All tatted, and sexy, and smooth talking and deep” he rattles on.

You laugh then, “are you sure youre not the one in love with bords here?”

“Damn straight he is” thomas calls out from a few people ahead. 

You giggle as brendan shamelessly confirms but then his hand finds yours and hes slowing the both of you down until you’re several paces behind the rest of the group. 

He swings your hands back and forth like hes done so many times before and just like every other time you try not to get lost in it. He sucks in a breath and you sneak a peek at him. Does he look nervous? He hopes not. “I just thought youd choose me is all” he shrugs. Your breath catches in your throat. “And why would i do that?” you ask, fighting to stay calm.

He puffs his chest out, “I mean, im pretty sexy, smooth talking, and deep. I could be tatted if that’s what you’re into, but you’re gonna have to talk to patrice.” 

You scoff, but appreciate his humor. “As if, brisson. Im not dealing with that man because of your bone head choices.”

He shrugs, chuckling at your response ”your loss. But, i dont know. I just think we’d be good together, ya know?” he pulls you to a stop at the crosswalk. 

You watch as the traffic passes you by, unaware of the situation at hand. “And why do you think that, bren?” 

He looks both ways before he leads you across the street. “We’re good for eachother. Like opposites but not”

“Opposites but not” you repeat.

He flashes that smile of his at you. “Opposites but not. Like you have this way about you. Calming-”

“Calming?”

He grins down at you, “yes, calming. Are you just gonna repeat everything i say or are you gonna let me finish?”

You mime zipping your lips as a gesture for him to go on. “You just, make me feel…peaceful? I don't know if that’s the right word. Like im this ball of energy all the time but then im with you and you even me out. Like i feel like i can breathe and just be still, but still be me. Youre exciting but safe. You have such a kind heart but dont let anyone walk all over you, especially me. You’re so soft and caring but pushy when i need it…we’re a good match”

You try to remain calm as he reveals each new insight into the way his brain sees you. 

“I know i dont have a whole lot to offer besides some laughs-”

“That’s not true” you cant help but cut him off before remembering you were supposed to be letting him speak his peace, “sorry.” 

Your rebuttal brings a light pink color to his cheeks. He tries to recover, defaulting to bringing some humor to the conversation. “no , please go ahead and tell me all about my redeeming qualities.” 

It’s your turn to blush, a rush of thoughts flooding your mind.  

“You dont have to say anything. I just wanted you to know. We’d be good together”, he says matter of factly. “Much better than you and bordy,” he scrunches up his nose. 

While listening, your pace had slowed and now you were barely moving. “You know, i think…” you drawl out. “For once you might be right” you smirk up at him. He smirks back at you. “I had a feeling you might say that. I think you owe bordy an apology for leading him on though.”

You glance in his direction where the guys had separated themselves way ahead of you. “You think he’ll forgive me?” you joke.

“If he doesnt, ill make him,” brendan promises and you know that hed keep his word. You settle into the walk back, mulling over the revelation that your best friend actually felt the same way. 

You finally speak up. “How long have you thought this?” “Ive always thought so. Probably since you walked into that party freshman year”. He answers without hesitation. “Well actually that’s probably more when i first noticed you. I thought we’d be good together when you grabbed my hand to help me off the table and you didnt even know me or try to know me. You just made sure i didnt fall and then carried on your way”

You laughed at the memory. “You do love a good challenge and elevated surfaces.”

He gave you a bump, laughing as well. “It wasn’t so much that you were a challenge, it was more that you tried to help me, like it was just natural for you to stick out your hand and help a complete idiot stranger. You werent trying to get something from me, you were just helping and made sure i was okay and i liked that about you.”

You feel warmth spread over you as he recalls your act of kindness.

“You really did have me worried there.” 

“At least nothing’s changed” he laughs. 

“Youre right, B. nothing’s changed. Youve had me this whole time.” you sigh out with relief at finally saying the words out loud. They werent as scary as your mind had made you think theyd be. “I have to say though, the defining moment for me was not you on that table.”

Brendan gasps, “you mean my drunk ass on a table didnt charm you? I’m apalled”

“Big word, briss” you tease, shrieking as his arms wrap around you and pretend to throw you into the street with a car coming down the road. “Brendan brisson” you holler, his hearty laughter mixing with your shouts. Not one of the boys ahead pays you any attention. 

“Okay they are no longer my friends” you huff as he sets you steady, keeping one arm around your waist and tugging you into him as you continue your journey home.”no one even turned around! What if i was being kidnapped?”

 Brendan doesnt see that as a possibility, brushing it off. “Id protect you. now . i want to hear more about when you fell head over heals in love with me” he smirks.

“Oh this is never going to last” you groan, but he pulls you in tighter, hand squeezing your hip and you can’t say that you dont lean into it. You entertain him though, “id say it was that same night, but it was when i saw you with the freshmen.”

He raises an eyebrow at you and you can see he’s trying to work through that night. “You were telling some story and you seemed so excited about whatever it was. Your arms were making these big gestures and everyone was eating it up. You looked so bright and alive. Your energy was contagious. Mackie was clearly hanging off your every word, but like i could tell you werent some jerky upperclassman about it. If hed excitedly interject youd laugh and let him take the stage but the light would always come back to you. You made sure to include mark and eddie and when luke looked uncomfortable off to the side you drew him in and made sure he felt welcome. I hadnt seen that boy smile all night until he was with you and you got him to open up. You have a big personality and an even bigger heart.”

“I didnt know you were watching all that”

“Some of us are observant, bren” you grin at him.

“Im choosing to ignore that comment,” he rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “so now that we’ve established we’re good for each other, what’s our plan?” 

“When in your life have you ever been worried about plans, mr. brisson” 

He wrinkles his nose, “don’t ever call me that again. Makes me think of my dad.”

“Well i could think of some other things i could call you…”

“Like….?”

“Mine.”

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hii, hope you're having a great day/night. <3

i saw your request were open and i thought to request some hcs for megumi, gojo and choso who's s/o is insecure about their hip dips (which are so visible), maybe some comfort or how they would just react it's okay. >__<

also, remember to take care of yourself and to drink water.

jjk boys reaction who's s/o is insecure about their hip dips

staring: Fushiguro Megumi, Gojo Satoru, Kamo Choso

contents/warnings: SFW, fluff, grammar mistakes, everyone is 18+

A/N: hey! Thank you so much for sending me this request I'm so glad writing it for you >.< I'm having this kind of busy week, but I'm okay, hope you're good as well! Don't forget to take care of yourself too!! Once again, thank you, I also have dip hips so writing this got kind of personal haha my heart almost melted. Hope you like it, enjoy!

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tags: @noritoshiikamo @iwaizumini

Fushiguro Megumi

first things first I have to say that Megumi doesn't see your hip dips as a flaw on your body, actually, he doesn't care at all;

For him, they make you look like a sculpture, some kind of art that he's blessed to have by his side. Like, look how your body is wonderful, he thinks of you as a deity all the time he looks ate you;

But when it comes about your own insecurities, he cares a lot about it, more than he thought he could ever care about someone;

He needs for you to see how stunning you are, how wonderful and perfect your body is;

So that day when you two were about to go out on a date and you've asked him so many times if your clothes were okay, if you were beautiful, he felt you were afraid of his answer. He felt you were worried about what he thought of your body and his heart ached because of you scared of him;

Once again you were trying to change your clothes, focused searching for the perfect one to use on a date with your boyfriend. So focused you didn't notice him staring at you from your door frame;

He watched you silent, staring at your movement with caring eyes. But then you started muttering something and you turned you eyes sadly to that specific side of your body, just below your hip bone;

"Why am I like this? Why do I have this on my body? If I..."

He couldn't take it anymore, you are so beautiful for him, your hips, your waist, you're wholesome perfect and marvelous. "Why what Y/N?" He would enter your room, his soft voice startling you from your wandering thoughts;

"Oh, I'm-" You breath deeply. "I was trying to pick up any clothes, I'm almost ready, but I can't find anything that fits my..." Again, that painful look to your sides.

"You know..." He would walk closer and closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders in reassurance. He looks at you from your mirrored version. "You may not believe me when I say: but you're perfect. Every inch of your body is. And-"

"Gumi, no..."

"Hey, hey, let me praise you, my love" He places his chin on the top of head, hands down on your waist. "Even the flawless parts you think you have are perfect parts. This..." His hands ghost above your hip dips, you feel your heart racing. "They are just one more part of you for me to love. How could I not love you entirely? You think of them as a flaw..."

He would kiss the top of your head, smiling at you. "But I think of them as art craved through your body. You're art, Y/N. Never forget that."

Gojo Satoru

We know how bold and cocky this man can be, so why would it be different when it comes to you?

He knew you had insecurities with your body, even though he has always managed to show you how wonderful you are;

Believe me, I think he's capable of screaming in public place about how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you by his side (lowkey he says you're the luckiest because he's with you, that gojo thing);

But when you're both on your day off and you decide to go to the beach, he worries about you enjoying you day, the day you both finally got to be together;

You hid your body on his largest t-shirt, even thought the sun is higher and higher upon the sky, calling you both for a sunbathing;

"Darling, wanna some sunscreen lotion?" He asks you, trying to make you come out from your hiding spot;

Not that he thinks it's not okay for you to use his clothes, he actually finds it very hot and cute, but he knows why are you doing this to yourself and he wants to show you how wrong you are hiding yourself;

"Hm... No need to, babe" You say looking away from him, staring at women and men that were walking around closer the shoreline;

You just wanted to relax with Gojo, you were okay in your bikinis, but since your arrive, you couldn't help but to feel insecure about your body;

Your dip hips were so visible you felt like everybody would judge you if you took off Gojo's shirt;

You really didn't want to care about it, but still it bothered you so hard that sometimes you just wanted to cry;

Again, that feeling overwhelming your senses, why couldn't you be just like these pretty people who were walking around there?

"Hey, babe, hear me" Gojo would say to catch your attention, his intense blue eyes hidden behind that dark sunglasses;

He would sit down closer to you, his tall body almost towering over yours;

Placing his hands on your waist, he would bring you even closer putting you onto his laps. His lips ghosting over your earlobe had he saying "Dear Y/N..."

"Sa-satoru, people can lo-look" you'd say flustered, cheeks coloured in pink;

"Let them look" He whispers, his hands going down his shirt you were wearing, warming all the way they touched. "Let them look how beautiful you are, let them stare at the exquisite person you are..."

"But..." You place your hands right above your sides, where's that visible depression is

Suddenly his hands are on yours, holding them tight and you feel your body warming with love as he poured sweet words, melting your insecurities away "Y/N you're stunning, you are above every concept of existing perfection, you are flawless. Every mark, every mound, every round and curve of your body, they're just..."

His eyes staring deep into your soul while he leaves a kiss on your cheek and chin, then placing his head on the crook fo your neck. "They're just enchanting, I feel mesmerizing by every inch of you. You're delightful, Y/N. And the world should know that too."

After that he would just hold you tight and say "And I want to show off everyone that beautiful s/o of mine, show them how lucky I am to have you by my side!"

extra: if you were hardly unease with it, he would take off his clothes in order to try "avoiding" attention to you, catching it only to him like "let everyone look at me, till you feel safe and then you can slay all of these ugly asses ahead with you strondous beauty"

Kamo Choso

Choso is my sweet little boy (not that little) so the moment he realized you were insecure about how your body looked like, he would lowkey try to show you how mistaken you were;

Little things like compliments, soft touches, caring kisses, always reassuring you how beautiful you are, how wonderful your body is;

So there's this day you both are at home, watching a movie on Netflix and you're laying your head on his lap and he's sitting onto he couch with one of his hands on your waist, the other one is scratching your hair fondly;

But when he starts to move his hand up and down your sides, you feel your body stiffen, afraid of what he will think of your dip hips, since they're so profound and so noticeable;

You move yourself a little, trying to avoid his hand to touch that part of your body, but also trying not to get his attention from what you were doing

You don't know but he already understood what you're acting up;

"Y/N" He says, still focusing his eyes on the TV but the tip is his fingers caring on your sides;

"Uh, love?" Your cheeks rush in red as he softly places his hands on the valley of your sides, right down your hip bones;

"Can we switch places? Wanna lay down on your beautiful legs" his voice was distracted because of the movie you could swear he wasnt talking to you, so sudden were his words;

"Ye-yes, you can, Cho" You say lifting your body up to change places with him, but then you feel a big pair of arms around your body, clenching tight on you.

You retrieve his hug, packing your arms hands hands on his back, smelling his parfum's scent;

Choso's hugs are so warm and comfortable, you could live in between his arms like, forever;

"Why this so sudden-" you start to say but then you feel a kiss on your mouth, and then a kiss on your right cheek and then on your left cheek. "Cho?"

"What?" He's chuckling on your skin, never stopping his kisses trail on your jawline, then your neck, your shoulders, his hands are now on your hair, stroking your locks fondly "I can love you, can't I? I'm just showing you how you deserve to be loved, Y/N"

He catches your hand and then leave it a kiss on it;

"Such a gentleman..." You mutter behind the growing smile you have, his eyes never leaving yours as he places both of his hands upon your shelf hips;

"Y/N, you're lovely, you know?" His hands are warm on your covered skin, and you suddenly feel nothing but his caress on it;

"You're... You're something more. You've always been. And sometimes I think I don't deserve someone as wonderful as you are. As beautiful as you are. No one in the world looks like you, and, If someone had the tiniest similarity to you, they should've happy about how blessed they were"

"Every inch of you deserves to be loved. To be praised. You deserve to be fulfilled with compliments every day, every hour, every second."

"And, when you think you do not deserve it, Y/N, I'm here to remind you that yes, yes you're worth it. You're worth loving, caring, admiring. I love you, Y/N, I love you."

[oriigirii]

Streamer MC headcannons with the brothers 💞

"You were quite a known face on social media back in the human realm, playing games, doing unboxings, just vibin in general, fans around the globe looked forward to your streams a lot! However, considering the sudden (unannounced) invitation to the exchange program, you had to leave all of that behind out of the blue. It wasn't as bad at first, but you have to admit you do miss the feeling of being able to do goofy shit online. Luckily for you, with the advance technology of Devildom and some spicy magic, the internet had synced with the human realm, and thats when you decided to finally re-enter the streaming scene. How will the brothers react upon seeing your peculiar past time?"

Head empty, No thoughts aside from the brothers just bothering the MC while they stream so here you go haha

Warnings: None, just crackhead energy and a lotta mispellings

Gender: Neutral!

Hotel: Trivago

* [ ಠ╭╮ಠ ] Lucifer *

{How did he know about your career?}

I honestly don't see him as someone who goes on the internet a lot

(He screams boomer to me, change my mind)

He doesn't have the time either, he's too focused on work!

So him finding out is gonna take a while

But! He did find out the hard way when shrilled screaming was heard from your room when he was passing by with some paper stacks in his arms (courtesy of Diavolo)

This man felt his instincts kick in, he ran as fast as he could, papers forgotten, and he immediately slammed your door open. Splinters scattering around, your door definitely damaged, as his eyes held a glare and his demon form was out, wings spread in a threatening display.

He was ready to beat someone's ass as he had thought someone had hurt you in here.

But all hes met with is you, infront of your chair and PC, and a game over on the screen...

To say he was unamused was an understatement cause you just lost your internet priviliges for giving him a heart attack (He said it was because you were being rowdy and noisy but with what you saw you knew that wasn't the case)

Good luck tryna puppy-eye your way to his heart to let you continue streaming lol.

If by some miracle you managed to wriggle your rights back from his hands, he'd warn you not to be so loud next time.

You already learnt your lesson though~ (Hopefully)

{How does he feel about your streams?}

Not everyone's the same, so if you were the shy soft streamer who does more art streams or something akin to a podcast, you can bet that Lucifer will be putting you on while he works, he kinda knows your streaming schedule at this point and if you were running late, he'd force one of his brothers to take over your dish washing duties or any chores you were stuck with

If you were the loud obnoxious meme type, hed still try to watch out of curiosity, and as much as he appreciates that you were getting comfortable here in Devildom with how you laugh and joke around, he still can't approve of it. Its too loud, its much like his brothers energy and he has enough of that already, so he probably doesn't watch as much.

He has countlessly came to your room to shush you and at this point your fans had made a compilation of each time Lucifer had barged in to tell you off

Look he likes it when you scream, but not when hes in the middle of work okay--

At this point, chat has deemed Lucifer as dad and you as their mom/dad.

If he ever catches wind of this he'd definitely be teasing you in private for centuries to come.

Overall fine with it, as long as don't do something stupid on stream.

* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Mammon*

{How did he know about your career?}

I would say he found out by him crashing into your streams midway but that's too predictable, hence why you've Mammon-proofed your bedroom during streaming hours!

Thanks to our wizard daddy, you have managed to cast a simple lock spell on your door and as well as a sound proofing

You love your broke idiot, but you did wanna keep the tone of your stream today a bit more chill, you wanted to have a proper Q&A with your fans to hopefully clear any bad vibes around your 3 month disappearance.

When Mammon has learnt your door was locked he definitely was a bit pissy, he knocked on your door loudly even and was calling out for you to let him in, but to no avail.

Bro he's scared.

He usually was allowed to enter, and you usually answered if you did need to be left alone for a bit, so just leaving him hanging got his mind racing and he had to press up his ear on the wooden door to try and hear if you were okay

When this continues on he finally resorts to getting help, but the only one in the house ws Levi, so he kicks down HIS door.

Levi boutta summon Lotan for interrupting him honestly

But as Mammon exclaim you weren't answering and he worried for your wellbeing, Levi rolls his eyes and scoffs,

"Idiot Mammon, they're streaming don't bother them…"

Streaming? why didn't you tell him???

Rude much.

He did huff and now was forcing his way to use Levi's PC for a moment

Can Levi stop him?

Nah.

He was busy on his console, and if he stood up now hed be breaking his world record so he was at a terrible state so he just resorts to threats of him drowning the Avatar of Greed if he does anything stupid on his PC.

He immediately logs in to your streaming platform and he watches for a bit,

You were more dolled up now just to look decent on stream, and he felt this jealousy rise as you interact with your chat, especially to those saying I love you's and stuff, and you even said it back? the audacity! You were his werent you? Were you replacing him with these nobodies?

He huffs as he realized that those who paid got their message highlighted, and thus, he starts donating. (Mind you this was Levi's account...)

"Mcccccc Open the dooorrr"

"Ill behave i promiseeeee"

"Cmon pleaseeee?"

Chat is c o n f u s i o n

NGL, they thought Mammon was a creepy stalker and red flags were being waved everywhere

but as chat was pondering who the hell he was, you can only sigh and look at the camera with that unamused expression, but ugh! you just KNOW hes doing that kicked puppy expression of his, and maybe it really wont be so bad

So you snap your fingers and say, "Okay MonMon, its open, Im giving you 3 seconds"

Mammon wasnt deemed to be the fastest out of his brothers for nothing

As soon as you got to '2', you were already tackled by the white haired male and chat went wild.

Now that you've shown your life in Devildom, maybe its time to introduce chat to your boyfriend no?

{How does he feel about your streams?}

You get paid to sit infront of a camera, do I have to say anything else?

But really though, as much as he enjoys the thought of getting so much cash from something so simple, he prefers the joy of being able to proudly exclaim that he was your first man!

ohhhh he thrives on the salt of your overly attached stans

but for those who fully support you, he always feels so mushy and shy when they say the ship you guys so hard

The fanarts has him WEAK (he may or may not have saved a few)

You usually do streams alone, but now you've allowed the door to be left open to let Mammon join whenever

Chat pogs when he enters with so much confidence, only for it to crumble when you kiss his cheek on stream.

Overall finds it fun to spend time with you, but just dont play scary games cause Lucifer might hang him upside down on stream.

* ▘▂▝ Leviathan*

{How did he know about your career?}

He is honestly the most attached to his D.D.D and he catches wind of almost anything going down in the internet, so your 'revival' being hyped up was something he definitely saw and he was just s wo o o ned

His Henry 2.0? a famous streamer?

Were you truly a blessing gifted upon him or was he dreaming?

He definitely didn't bring it up at first as he didn't wanna make it a big deal, but you notice hes been more in his head lately, and you have tried asking him what it was but to no avail.

You have to corner this little snake if you want answers and he eventually admits that he knew of your persona online and was incredibly shy to ask you to stream with him

He's a streamer himself afterall but maybe he doesnt stream as much as you do nor does he have as large of a following, so his intrusive thoughts attacked him and made him think that maybe since he wasnt as famous he didnt deserve to be in the same stream as you

Please tell him to join you and gib him kiss U3U

He'll absolutely m e l t

But now, as you make the announcement to your viewers and Levi to his, the internet explodes as a special collab stream was hapening between the expert gamer and avatar of envy of Devildom along with the beloved exchange student and streamer of the human realm

Your usual viewers reach between 10-15k, but as you start stream, that number boosts higher and beyond

Before streaming though, Levi was incredibly nervous, he'd picked the games for you to play that he knew you would enjoy with him, but his mind kept racing about whatthe fans thought, he didnt wanna disappoint them

But you had to remind him that whatever they say will not matter in the end as this was merely for fun, this was YOUR stream and you guys were gonna do what you want and nobody can have a say on it. (Maybe except Lucifer)

You usually talk for him with your bubbly personality, and to calm his nerves, he hs your pinky wraped around his where the camera can't see it.

Regardless, his thoughts subsided as you two delve into your stream that lasted a solid 7 hours, you definitely promised your chat that you and Levi will be doing more streams together from now on.

Once the cameras cut and yall are left alone, Both of you collapse on bed, and despite you being asleep already, Levi was just far too giddy as everything dwells on him.

Having a player 2 by his side now had never felt so intoxicating and he as just so lucky to have you.

{How does he feel about your streams?}

He obviously adores it, although some streams he wouldnt join just so he can play games on his own

He's still an introvert afterall, he needs his alone time

But he prefers that alone time with you, his Henry.

So when youre about to go stream, he kinda becomes a bit pouty, but with a simple promise of kisses (and maybe even more if youd like) he would let you go, but his attention would disappear from his game altogether.

He might just end up watching you instead

May or may not, at some point, just chat you and ask if its too late to join you

You do allow him to join you and play from the comforts of his room as both of you can simply play via internet, you give him the comfort to not turn on his mic or webcam either and you have no idea how he appreciates that.

Will definitely fight someone online when they start claiming you as theirs (-cough- stans) Please make sure it doesnt escalate to him summoning Lotan

Although the comments would often get to him, and as much as he can fight them online, he still does find himself pondering if they were true, so you need to give him a lotta lovin and reminder that he is your player 1 and no one else can ever fill that place.

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Wow 3 brothers this time, what an improvement, anyways hope yall enjoy! I think its pretty clear who I simp for depending o nthe length of each lol, but do let me know if you guys want a part 2 for the rest of the brothers, or even the undateables!

[cynettic]

If you don't mind, can you write a headcanons for Zhong and Diluc (or other characters you like) dating a god who is knowns for her excellent power and their ethereal beauty lol. She is also stern and calculating which makes her even more respected by others.

However, totally becomes different and a tsundere when is around her lover because as a god, she has been always serious with others so the idea of her being soft for someone is unusual for her makes her frown.

That's all from me now. You can do the rest and take your time! I am sorry if this is a lot for you! Take care!

Summary - A highly respected and strictly known god acts like tsundere around their loved one.

Pairings - Tsundere Reader x Diluc / Zhongli

Warnings - None

A/N - I love this hc so muchhh- I hope this is what you were looking for tho :)

Diluc

“Me? Cute?! What- you couldnt possibly mean…”

Dating a god… one who is well respected and beautiful at that. Diluc is sure to think highly of you and treat you fairly. First getting to know you, he developed an idea of what kind of person you were, although it all crumbled when he came to date you.

“Hm…? Darling, it was just a hug.”

You completely melt for him.

And refuse to admit it to him.

Flustering red whenever he comes to praise or press small kisses to your forehead. He’s always gentle and kind, especially because you react so vividly everytime he does something so small.

Of course you deny it.

“Oh! I just remembered I had to do some… uhm… work…”

At first he thought he was doing something wrong.

It wasn’t until Kaeya decided to step in and actually help his brother understand the ways of a woman. A long conversation that of course involved wine, and maybe a little bit of brotherly love… or well whatever you’d call trying to bash the other’s skull with a grape juice bottle.

Ever since, Diluc tried to be a bit more slow with his approaches to coax you into the contact before you could run off.

He always mentions your blushing, calling it cute and just pinching your cheeks. He thinks its adorable that you have another side to your calculative stern half, but will make sure that you’re not overworking yourself. Make sure to do the same thing with him- otherwise he’s gonna bury himself in paperwork ;-;

Gives the best massages.

I swear, the two of you will be resting in bed and he’ll just start rubbing his slender fingers through your back, thumbs pressing against sore muscles.

Absolutely loves it when you initiate the kiss.

You try it, often, but it usually ends up with you looking away and looking like you’re gonna melt on the spot. Diluc knows it takes a lot to actually go for it, so he appreciates it and makes sure you know it.

In public, when the two of you are seen together, you often grow a lot more defensive. You don’t want to ruin your image, and Diluc has a title to uphold in Monstadt as well. Last thing he wants is getting you in trouble with his enemies of his with yours.

So the two of you aren’t big on pda, the most is holding hands, and even is that is rare.

But through closed doors, the two of you are almost inseparable. Not always by touch, because that tends to get you flustered no matter how many times you’ve hugged him.

“Y/n, relax.”

“H-huh? What do you mean- I’m as calm as can be!”

“You’re on the other side of the room Y/n, I just gave you a kiss.”

“On my neck!!”

Overall, if word did get around that you were both dating, the two of you would be known as quite the duo. Positive though, Diluc is very well known throughout Monstadt, and well… you’re a god with a good reputation.

Zhongli

"A-A kiss...? No no no, I'm not nervous, I'm just... busy! That's all, I'll give you a kiss tomorrow!"

As a god, Zhongli naturally getting close to you not only because of that fact, but because you’ve lived through things he has. We all know he’s big on talking and his stories, especially recounting history. He’d probably enjoy reminiscing of old times and having someone who can actually hold an argument about a subject that they know and have lived through.

But that being said…

He didn’t realize until dating you that you acted in such a… peculiar manner. At first he supposed that you might’ve just been unused to having a love life and the physical contact that came with it.

It wasnt after a long time after that he realized that nervousness was just a part of you. No matter how many times he kissed your cheek tenderly, you responded by jumping away. And when he’d ask, you’d always deny his claims, stating that you were taken off guard.

“Instincts-!” You’d called it once. “I’m not used to having people touch me so closely… or intimately. You surprise me every time while youre at it- its no wonder I jump away!”

Zhongli discovered the truth soon after.

You were reading a book, quietly on the couch as Zhongli walked towards you. He asked if you’d be willing to sit on his lap so he could read your book as well, and you’d had no other option but to say yes.

He tested his theory out then.

Pressing a soft kiss to your neck, he looked up to hear your squeak of surprise, some random excuse spewing out of your mouth at the same time.

“You’re nervous,” Zhongli simply stated. His finger came to trace the length of your shoulder to the nape of your neck, a simple motion, making you shiver. “”You’re nervous to be with me, you get flustered or embarrassed everytime I touch or praise you.”

“I d-do not!” You simply say as always, ransacking your brain for a good enough excuse to get you out of the situation this time.

“And you deny it,” he says with a soft chuckle after.

After this boy knows your secret, he won’t use it to his advantage, but he grows more affectionate.

Zhongli will be praising you 24/7.

Not only do you flush red when he does, but he has every reason to do so. As a god who’s well known, calculative, stern and powerful, Zhongli is proud to have you as a girlfriend.

He knows this vulnerability isn’t for everyone, and finds it truly heartwarming how you open up to him and let yourself relax. He loves you and will prove it to you everyday through his words and actions, you might not act like it’s important, but it’s your favourite part of the day. Just him.

If the two of you reveal that you’re in a relationship, like Diluc it will be positively looked upon. Zhongli has made quite the reputation around Liyue, and even though there might be some idle chatter about his occupation at the Funeral Parlour and you as a god, you will quickly shut it down if it comes to it.

[moonmark98]

Falling for the Hot Security Guy pairing: SecurityGuard!Jinjin x female reader

Note:@lillywhatever wrote this and said if someone re-wrote it to tag her. I did it. Finished at 1:46am and I have school tomorrow :) anyways enjoy? I tried my best- I don't know the tags to do so I just copied hers... Credit goes to her, I just changed it up Abit and yeah, the idea is hers, but I just wrote my own version of it. Genre: SMUUUUUUTTTTTTTT Words: fuck if I know. Warnings: Smut, public sex, etc Tags: strangers having sex, sex in a tight room, falling for a stranger, hot security guy, fluff (?), Smut, au, public sex, +18. Starts below the cut~! Enjoyyyyy!!

"So this is guy says....wait....y/n are you okay? You don't look so well" Yuna said, stopping herself mid conversation. Noticing I had been holding my stomach for awhile and seemed a little pale. "Yeah I'm fine. My stomach just hurts... Continue though. " I gave her a half smile and nodded for her to continue what she was saying. She shook her head and moved to stand in front of me, stopping us from walking anymore and taking hold of my shoulders. "Let's go to the hospital to be sure. When was the last time you got a checkup?" I pouted and stood up straight despite the stabbing pain in my tummy. "But Yunaaaaa I'm finneee~! It'll pass in a few minutes." I whined, grabbing hold of her arm and shaking it like a child while she continued to look at me with a dead serious face. "I'm still taking you to the hospital and that's final." She said, grabbing my hand and dragging me to her car she had parked a while back before our walk in the park. After she shoved me in the car and made sure I buckled, she started off towards the hospital while I rested my forehead on the cool glass of the window, loving the feeling against my summer heated skin. After 20 or so minutes she stops and turns the car off and looks at me. "Alright, we're here. Get out and go get the check up. I'll be right here when you're done. And then we can go get ice cream, deal?" At the mention of ice cream my head unconsciously perks up and I look at her with a childlike gleam in my eyes. "Dealllll!!!" I swear I've never thrown myself out of a car so fast in my life just for a goddamn thing of ice cream but for once, its not on me and God knows I need it in this weather. I grab my phone and wallet from the console in the car before slamming her door shut and running off into the hospital. "Jinjin! You're needed in the west wing." A receptionist says over the speaker as I walk in and almost bump into a man whos attention was caught by the said speaker. I assume whoever this is, it's jinjin judging by the fact he rushed off in whatever direction had the west wing in it. My eyes never leaving his broad shoulders. After he turned a corner I snapped back into reality and headed towards the front desk. "My friend dragged me here since my stomach started hurting. She won't leave until I have proof I got a check up so I'll be having a checkup done." Upon hearing that the receptionist laughed softly and nodded before handing me a clipboard to fill out and nodding towards the seating area. "Just fill this out and we'll put you on the list." I sat at a faraway seat from the bunched up people and began filling my paperwork out. When I was finished I handed the paper, pen and clipboard back to the receptionist before sitting back down where I was at and looking around at the sterile, empty white walls that smelled heavily of cleaning supplies but no surprise considering where I was. after a few minutes of waiting a man in a security guard uniform comes in to check around the room. Eyes scanning around for anything that would need his attention. You felt a sense of deja vu upon seeing him and after glancing at his broad shoulders it hit you. The man from before, whom you almost ran into had it not been for you walking slowly. You took in his form. Scanning him slowly, from his tuft of extremely soft looking white hair to his laced up brown boots. Not realizing that it was oh so obvious that you were checking him out. Youre eyes kept coming back to his wide shoulders. His tight shirt not helping the fact it left little to the imagination. The top three buttons left undone, not bothering to hide a small batch of ink leading somewhere covered by the blasted shirt. His shirt tucked into his baggy pants, pocket showing a hint of a phone poking out and maybe the clip of a pen on the other side by nothing more. Upon finishing his check on the lobby he disappeared across the hall. Somewhere you'd assume is the East wing this time. You pouted slightly since you wouldn't get to see his broad shoulders or his possibly huge tattoo. Curious as to what it was. Inching

to snap those few last buttons to figure out what the shirt was hiding. Eventually it was your turn up next, not getting a chance to see the guy again as you entered the room for the checkup. After everything was done and you got your papers, you went back to the lobby, seeing as it was empty, you took the chance to sit your bag down and fold the papers up nicely and slid them in the front zipper so you won't lose it. Upon raising your head when you were done, you were surprised to see the security guard again. But even more so now than before seeing him a bit more bothered at this point. His hair a bit out of place, and his heavy breathing heard throughout the room. You were trying to think of how to approach him before the realization hit you once more. You didn't remember his name. You racked your brain for the answer before remembering what the receptionist had called him over the intercom. Jinjin. You walked over to him, forgetting your bag on the chair and put your hand on his shoulder and looked at him with a worried expression. "Are you okay?" He hesitated in answered you, taking a moment to swallow before looking away with a slightly flushed face. You're eyes still glued to where he was looking before, remembering how is Adam's Apple bobbed when he swallowed. "Yes just please leave here..." He mumbled, but made sure his voice was audible for you to hear. You contemplated on listening to him or not before shaking your head, "as much as I should listen to you, you don't look so well, so let me help you with whatever is going on If I can. I wanna make sure you're fine." Apparently he wasnt expecting that answer based on the shocked expression shown on his face. He hesitated on answering you, still surprised at your offer to help even though you two were practically strangers. "Whatever it is I'll try my best to help, I promise." You said again, to make sure he heard you while you placed a hand on his shoulder for reassurance. He took a deep inhale and didn't look at you as he spit the words out. A little too quickly for you to understand. "Can you repeat that a little bit more slower?" You asked gently, embarrassed that you didn't understand what he said. "I'm hard and I need someone to help me..." He said with his face turned. You noticed his ears turning a deep shade of red and giggled softly. You thought to yourself for a moment. It had been a while since I got some...it's a win-win situation. I get fucked, he gets helped. What's there to lose? "Would you like me to help you?" You moved your head in front of his face so you could see him clearly, a shocked expression once again, gracing his sharp features. "Wait...really? Even though we don't know each other?" You nod before answering again, "Why not? What's there to lose? We both get what we want out of the situation so why not?" He nodded, knowing he can't exactly argue or think straight with his throbbing dick in his pants. He glances at you before taking hold of your hand in his bigger one, gently pulling you to a nearby storage room, nobody paying any attention to you, all too emersed in whatever they were doing. After closing the door and looking at you, he lets go of your hand. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" You thought to yourself for a few minutes. He took those minutes to himself and took in your features. Taking note of how beautiful you looked before him. Wanting to run his fingers through your soft h/c locks while kissing your slightly wet lips. It didn't take long before his thoughts took a 180. From thinking about kissing you to bending you over one of the old bends and fucking you deep from behind while pulling that h/c hair and making you moan his name as he fucks you hard. "Yes I'm sure." With that he snapped back into reality and looked at your sparkling e/c eyes. He stepped closer to you, backing you up into a wall as he uses his thumb to trace your bottom lip, slowly pulling it down. You open your mouth slightly, wanting a kiss so badly but deciding to tease him a bit. You sucked his thumb into your

mouth and swirled your tongue around it like you would on a cock, bobbing your head slightly while maintaining eye contact. He groaned softly at the sight, feeling his cock twitch in his pants at the thought of you doing the same thing on the problem getting worse in his pants, before he pulled his thumb from your mouth, replacing it with his own mouth. You weren't slow in moving your hands into his hair, proving your earlier thought to be correct. His hair was soft. Extremely soft actually, so soft that you were curious as to his shower routine. It didn't take long for the air around you to grow thick with tension, and the sound of heavy breathing filling the room after he pulled away for both of you to catch your breaths. You eyes his swollen lips, hungry for another kiss and before you could think, you pulled him back down into a deeper kiss, hands tugging him closer to your body while you gently bit his bottom lip causing him to growl against them. He slowly dragged his hands down your body, reaching the hem of your shirt, fingers ghosting over the skin that wasn't covered before gliding up the shirt. Pushing it up a bit as he suddenly grabbed your tits, squeezing and sizing them up in his hands, tweaking your nipples above the fabric of your bra, causing you to moan against his mouth. He took that chance to start kissing down your neck, marking every patch of skin he could get. Moving between sucking, kissing, and biting. Eventually moving back to tug your shirt up over your head and placing it on a shelf before you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it off with some struggle as it had been skin tight to him. You placed the shirt with yours before catching sight of the ink covered skin. A crown with a lion in it covered his left peck. You couldnt help but feel more attracted to the man before you with the sight of the tattoo. It didn't help when you looked up and almost moaned at the sight of his messy hair and his kiss swollen lips. It's gotten worse as he continued kissing you before. He took in the sight of you before him, dragging his hand up your sides, drawing invisible patterns on your short clad hips. You decided to due something similar to him. Using your finger you traced the outline of his tattoo before slowly dragging it down to outline the defined curves of his abs. He pecked your lips before lifting you up and sitting you down on a table, getting between your legs. You quickly took your bra off after noticing how he was eyeing the skin. After that clothing restriction left your body, his mouth seemed to cover it once more. Sucking on one of your nipples while using his thumb and forefinger to play with the other one, often switching to give them both the same amount of attention. Relishing in the sounds of whimpers or soft moans leaving your mouth when he'd give a particularly hard suck or soft nibble to them. You grabbed one of his free hands and lead it down your shorts, not hesitating to move his fingers where you want them and grinding against them, moaning slightly louder than before at the newly found friction. He smirked and pulled away from your boobs, gliding his finger across your clit before moving them down to your entrance to gather up your wetness. He used his other hand to open your pesky buttons and you lifted yourself up enough for him to rid you of the clothing. One they were discarded, he watched your core hungrily as he moved his fingers through your slickness. Slowly pushing a finger into you, watching as it sucked him in and groaning at the tightness. You moaned as it entered you, loving the feeling of something long in you. Not long after he added another, causing a higher pitch moan to leave your mouth. He couldn't resist anymore and sunk down to his knees, pulling your panties aside and sliding his tongue up along your entrance, causing you to inhale sharply and your eyes to roll back. "Fuck Jinjin~" you drawed out in a long moan. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at you. "You know my name?" He said surprised. You flushed in

embarrassment. "I heard it over the intercom earlier and saw you rush away and figured that was your name." He chuckled. "Good that you'll know what you'll be moaning. So miss, it's fair if I know your name as well." "I'm y/n!" You laughed before getting cut off by a moan as he licked you again to stop you from talking. "You called my name babygirl, what is it you need~?" He said in a husky tone, eyeing your lips once more. "I-i need you..." You bit your lip before moving your hand to give his bulge a gentle squeeze through his pants, causing him to inhale sharply. "And I think you need me too." He stood up quickly, pulling a square foil packet out of his back pocket before sliding his pants and boxers off and kicking them to the side as you quickly shimmied out of your soaking underwear. He eyed your core for a moment once more before grabbing the foil again and tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it onto his hardened cock. He lifted your thigh to his hip and leaned down to your ear, "get ready Sweetheart~" he said, nibbling on your ear as he slid inside you. You moaned loudly at the stretch, moving your hand over your mouth quickly to stay quiet as you heard a soft groan from him. "Fuck your so tight princess." He panted, groaning as those words caused you to clench down on him hard. "Relax for me baby, or else we won't get much farther than this." You nodded and you both took deep breaths before he slowly started thrusting. You moved your hands to his shoulders and dug your nails into them as you felt him brush against that one spot that caused you to shiver slightly. This, however, didn't go unnoticed by him, as a smirk appeared on his face and he did his best to purposely avoid the spot, getting a soft whine out of you. You whined again and opened your eyes, "p-please stop teasing~" He chuckled before angling his hips so every thrust pressed against that spot, causing you to moan loudly. Slowly he picked up the pace until he was thrusting fast and deep into that spot, causing the table to start rocking from the power of the thrusts. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your orgasm drawing close. "J-jinjin! I-im so close~!" You moaned, hooking your other leg on his hip to pull him closer. "Not y-yet baby, wait for me" he panted out, grabbing your hips to move with his and pulling you closer so that you were chest to chest with him. You moved your hands to his hair and tug his head back and start sucking on his jaw and that was all it took for him to reach his limit. "Cum with me princess." As if on command you came, shaking from the harsh orgasm and from his thrusts that became harder and sloppy. Upon feeling your walls tighten around his cock, he came with a deep groan of your name, squeezing your hips tightly enough to leave bruises there for a few days. He runs his fingers through your hair after pulling out of you and tying the condom up and throwing it in the trash. Holding you close and kissing the side of your head gently to help calm you down. As he helps you get dressed before he does the same he looks at you. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks, inwardly face palming for not asking that before this whole thing. He sighs in relief after you shake your head no. "Then would you possibly like to go out for dinner some time?" You smile and nod, kissing his cheek gently, "of course I would Jinjin." He smiles and pecks your lips. You giggle and poke his chest before he lifts you up gently and places you down on the ground, you stumble a big from the weakness in your legs and hold onto him to stay balanced. "I think I'll need some help..." He laughs at your comment and lifts you up gently. You smile before freezing and your eyes widened. "Yuna is gonna kill me for this." He looks at you confused. "Huh" "I came in with my belly hurting, and now I'm gonna come out with my legs practically disabled and a hot guy carrying me. How do I explain that?" You pout once more and lay your head on his shoulder. He laughs and you feel his body shake with it. "Youre

adorable y/n."

[tobiosmilktea]

the love club — miya atsumu

twenty one: temporary nothing

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a/n: here’s some 2k+ words of badly written angst or whatever the hell this shit is ✨

atsumu pondered until his heart punched against his rib cage. his conversation with megumi was stuck within the confines of his psyche even in the early morning. he should be enjoying the last bits of peace and alone time with you before the rest of the team would eventually wake from their slumber and join the two of you for breakfast. 

furrowing his brows, atsumu’s gaze flickered down to you phone that was faced down upon the table.

furrowing his brows, atsumu’s gaze flickered down to you phone that was faced down upon the table.

furrowing his brows, atsumu’s gaze flickered down to you phone that was faced down upon the table.

usually he isn’t the type to invade someone’s personal space, but ever since last night there was a growing feeling of guilt within his gut. he hated the fact that he let megumi consume so much of his heart that he was even second guessing you out of all people. you were the one who didn’t even want to get close to him, yet here he was not minding his own business and possibly tarnishing it.

besides, he had caught on to how close in timing the vibrations were to when he would send messages. his suspicions and curiosity was practically eating him up.

atsumu flips over your phone. his eyes skimmed over random texts and notifications until he landed on a familiar message. it was then he felt his entire world plummet before him. it was as if his heart slowed and his mouth ran dry when he saw familiar words at the top of your phone screen.

[theloveclub] 10 new messages from miyatsumu

“what are you doing?” your familiar voice rang as you placed both of your breakfasts down on the table. confusion melted upon visage until the thought presented itself in your mind. it spread like spilled wine, making your pulse quicken and your reflexes to jump as you snatched your phone out of atsumu’s hand.

“rule number four to never break: to keep our identities safe,” you recalled the memory akaashi’s voice through a phone call from when you started the hotline, “always turn tlc notifs off whenever you leave your phone unattended.”

and you just broke it.

a shakey breath left your lips as you turned the app’s notifications off as if it were to undo the damage that had already been dealt. your eyes that were as wide as saucers looked back up to atsumu whose usual aura of borderless hues was dim and unreadable.

you open your mouth to speak. you weren’t exactly sure what you were going to say—maybe an excuse or a plain white lie, because surely lying can’t dig you a bigger hole right?

“atsu—”

“maybe megumi was right,” he spoke all hushed. he couldn’t even look you in the eye properly as he stared off into the distance, “i really don’t know anything about you.”

your expression contorted into confusion, trying to ignore how your gut coiled at the mention of his ex. “what?” you say, but it only came out in a mere whisper.

the setter pursed his lips as a beat passed. his shallow eyes finally meeting yours, almost hesitant to press any further knowing he was going to get hurt either way. “how come you never told me it was you?”

“you weren’t supposed to see that, it’s supposed to be anonymous.” you answered, trying to get this over with as much as possible.

“is it because you’re trying to get information to blackmail me or something, is that it?” atsumu suddenly accused, the ardor of fury mixed with betrayal and sadness mixing all into one concoction that made his fists clench beneath the table.

a scoff leaves your lips. you were almost offended to even think that of you, “why the hell would i do that?”

“the shit i talked about in those dms, y/n, were private.” explained atsumu, “who knows whether or not i could trust with that information knowing that you’ve hated my guts for so long.”

“i would never—” you tried to explain, but he cut you off.

as unnerving as a sharpened knife cutting through the air, the tone of his voice had changed severely when he spoke. “who else have you told? your boy toys that don’t even live in the same city as you?”

it was then something had struck within you. a splitting precipice between right and wrong, from sadness and confusion to annoyance and anger. boy toys, his words repeated themselves within your head and how badly you wanted to slap him across the face. how dare he call your friends that? “i don’t even get why you’re so angry. it wasn’t like your break up with megumi was a secret.”

“i literally talked about you in those dms, y/n.” the boy before you deadpans, “the girl i talked about each and every time i asked for advice was you and you didn’t say jack shit.”

the hurt was evident in his face and all you wanted to do was to close the space between the two of you, to hug him in one of those warm bear hugs that you rarely found yourself in. yet there was a chasm between you and atsumu, one both mentally and physically as your body couldn’t even move an inch.

you sighed, “i swear, atsumu, i didn’t know.” you tried explaining without avail, however it was the truth. you weren’t the type of person to assume something about yourself, in fact, you were way too modest and far too humble to even think someone as high of a caliber as miya atsumu would even look your way. not to mention he wanted a friend, not some second choice. “if anything, you made me sound like a rebound.”

“you’re not.”

a huff leaves your lips, refraining yourself from rolling your eyes into oblivion. “you and megumi broke up a month ago and you’ve already moved to to have feelings for someone else... doesn’t that sound like a rebound to you?”

atsumu tried to swallow down the forming lump in his throat, his adam’s apple bobbing as he noticed your burning iries and jaw tight in fury. “no,” he states as if it was a fact.

“no?” you repeated to question his sudden authority.

“because i’ve come to realize that i was never in love with her in the first place.” atsumu concludes, butterflies suddenly fluttering within the insides of his gut as he hesitated to say his next words.

he almost shut his mouth, yet he forced the words at the tip of tongue to be said because if he didn’t, surely things wouldn’t change.

things wouldn’t be the same as it used to be now that the peaceful dewy aura of tokyo mornings were filled with misunderstandings.

“it’s because the one i like is you, y/n.”

it hit you like a complete hurricane, like a downpour of such feelings filled you to the brim of the many unspoken epiphanies about atsumu you wanted to burst out saying, yet your breath hitched in your throat. this feeling—of stampeding heart rates, blazing hot cheeks of crimson that spread like a wild fire towards your ears, to the very feeling of the soaring bloom of monarch butterflies tickling at your lungs—this feeling wasn’t new, yet it certainly wasn’t familiar.

it almost felt euphoric. someone like miya atsumu, the guy you once hated to the infinite ends of your soul bad affected you this much, you didn’t know what do to. your feelings had never been so sure, yet so confused at the same time. however that euphoric feeling was forced to be lodged down your throat as you snapped yourself back into reality.

how could you feel as if you’d been kissed by a thousand suns knowing that atsumu loves you, but only found out through a fucking argument?

as fast as you were greeted by the suns, you were immediately burnt.

“get real, atsumu.” you finally spoke a bit shakey as a thin, glossy film threatened to cover your eyes. “you said it yourself, you barely know me.” your voice was no longer it's syrupy monotonous hum, the one that's usually hushed in deadpan was cradled in irritation instead.

the setter shook his head when he inaudibly scoffed. he ran his hand through his messy blond locks as his eyes, those goddamn eyes that could literally melt you in a puddle if you let your guard down for once, met yours again. “did it ever occur to you that i was always interested the moment we met? and that megumi was just some dumb obstacle that stopped me from doing so?”

that’s a stupid reason, you wanted to say but you held yourself back. this entire argument was idiotic, but here you idiots were: arguing in public.

“then why’d you let her?”

“because she confessed to me first and for once i felt like i wasnt hated by everybody.” atsumu explains, his shoulders slumping as he thought back on the memory. “... it was my first confession ever and honestly it came out of nowhere. megumi never talked to me in middle school, so having her suddenly say that she liked me felt like i was finally part of the normal crowd.”

atsumu paused for a second, eyes flickering over to read your expression that only softened once hishaze met yours.

“i was never really liked much in middle school because i became super arrogant due to volleyball,” he continues. “and at first i didn’t really care, but over the years i found myself desperate for everyone’s approval. and knowing how popular megumi was i thought dating her was going to change my reputation. and it obviously did... to an extent at least.”

so that explains it, you thought. as with most things, everything is always so complicated that even a year of running an advice hotline certainly did not prepare you for something like this.

silence fell between you like a wet blanket. it weighted you both down that the brught morning felt too gloomy to enjoy. even your breakfast was left resting upon the table the gentle hum of the morning rush continued to flow around you two.

atsumu believed that everything was practically falling into place now, but there was one thing he wanted to know. “why do hate me?”

it was a desperate question, no doubt, but he wanted so badly to know why he had fallen for someone so out of his reach.

“i don’t hate you, atsumu.”

he shakes his head, “no, you know what i mean. i want the real reason.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, hesitating to even swallow your pride and just say it. but it was strange how your body swears to not say something that you haven’t been able to even explain to your closest friends in years because of this.

“i hated you cause you were a fucking bandwagon.” you finally confessed, cringing at the way your words had immediately impacted atsumu despite preparing himself for the worse. “megumi and her friends hated me in middle school for no reason. the fact that you let her start manipulating you into not talking to people without fully knowing the truth made me hate you even more.”

atsumu had it coming for him. he really did. karma definitely got the best of him knowing that he let those terrible things happen to not only you but to others, and he didn’t do anything about it.

he knew it was going to hurt, but he didn’t know it was going to be like this.

it felt like a knife to the heart, yet this type of pain hurt more than whatever break up he went through with megumi because this was different. you were different.

because in the end everyone hates you, megumi’s words haunted atsumu and he just wanted it all to end. i get it, already. stop!

“but don’t hate you anymore.”

no it’s not the same.

you waited for atsumu to respond, but silence followed one after another. after a few missed beats, you decided that there was no avail that this could be the very last time you two were to talk to each other.

“i guess things are different now, so understand if your feelings for me have changed now that i’ve ruined your trust.” by each passing second, you felt your voice struggle to leave your throat. that lump within your larynx was growing bigger and bigger the longer you stared at his hurt expression.

you couldn’t believe that it ended up being you who caused that pain. and oh, how badly you wanted to fix it. but now wasn’t the time or will it ever be. this was all you had and it was gone within a snap.

“i’ll make sure to delete the dms and take you off the love club’s client list,” you began after you cleared your throat. “we can act like nothing had ever happened.”

atsumu’s eyes widened in saucers as he looked at you in surprise. end it?

no this wasn’t what he had in mind. sure, he was furious but he definitely didn’t want it to end like this. hell, he didn’t want it to end at all.

he wanted to badly to stop you from continuing before you said something you’d both regret, yet his thoughts were too jumbled up in his jungle-like mind that the words at the tip of his tongue appeared and disappeared before he could even say them.

“once we’re back in hyogo, we can stop associating with each other.” you began gathering your things before placing a few bills upon the table to pay for the food.

gaze falling upon your hand, atsumu wanted to badly to grab and tell you not to go, yet something was stopping him. his subborness was working against him.

“i’m sorry for wasting your time, atsumu.”

fun facts! —

atsumu ended taking y/n’a uneaten breakfast to go and planned on dropping it off at her hotel room, but decided you didn’t want to see him so he gave it to suna instead

on the bus ride back to hyogo, y/n sat with aran instead

the tlc boys don’t know what happened because y/n never told them, so they primarily found out through osamu telling tanaka

even then, they don’t know the whole story besides the fact they had an argument

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[lovely-angst]

What UA taught me

this was going good and then it wasnt

pairing: bakugou x reader

word count: 3k

genre: fluff

summary: it was the sports festival at UA, but your school gets broken into by villains

12.05.20

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“Hello?” 

“Hey Katsuki! It’s nice to hear your voice again,” you tease with a smile as Bakugou goes silent on the other side before quickly replying, “you should be thankful I picked up your damn call,” he shoots back, but you know better. 

“Like you didn’t answer my call right away,” you giggle as you glance up at the orange sky, “but you’re right. I should be thankful thee Bakugou Katsuki has picked up my call.” 

“That’s what I thought,” he finishes, a small smile on his lips. It had been a while since he was able to joke around with you like this, and did it leave him feeling more refreshed at hearing your voice. “Sorry that we haven’t been able to call often, it’s been hectic as a second year,” Bakugou confesses, but you shake your head, knowing he wouldn’t be able to see you. 

“Don’t worry about it Katsuki, I know you’re working hard to become number one. Our phone calls can always wait,” you say gently, a small smile on your lips, “I’m just happy we were able to call today.” 

“Oh! You want to hear something funny?” you begin to tell Bakugou all sorts of stories about your new classmates and the new things you’ve been doing now that you’re no longer at UA.

Bakugou shared a few stories with you as well, keeping you up to date on your old classmates and friends. You smiled as he rambled on about Midoriya before talking about his hero internships and how they weren’t as hands on as he’d like. 

“Maybe I’ll get lucky and run into you on the streets when you’re doing work study,” your tone shifted into a hopeful one as you thought about seeing Bakugou in person, “that would be so nice.” 

“Don’t come distracting me now,” he teases, causing you to roll your eyes, “yeah right. You’re going to distract yourself. Stop putting the blame on me,” you tease back with a slight giggle before it goes silent on both sides. 

“I really miss you, you know?” you confess with a sigh. “It sucks not being able to see you every day. I can’t believe I’ve already gone two months without seeing you once.”

“Yeah, yeah, I miss you too,” he responds and you could already imagine the faint blush on his cheeks, causing you to smile. “Don’t forget to watch me on the big screen next week.” 

“How could I ever forget UA’s sports festival? It’s like the biggest event in Japan!” you cry, “My classmates and I are going to watch it together in class. I haven’t told them about you yet, so they’re in for a surprise once I tell them who I’m dating,” you giggle into the phone. 

“Damn right, those extras better know who you belong to,” rolling your eyes at his dramatic comment, you see the train station ahead, much to your dismay. 

“Oh, I’m at the station. I’ll have to end the call here, Katsuki,” standing still under the streetlights that helped light the darkening streets, you let out a sigh. “I’ll call again after the sports festival next week. Good luck! Let’s get another win this year!” you cheer, hearing Bakugou snort from the other side. 

“If I win, do I get a prize?” Bakugou asks, and you knew he wasn’t talking about some medal. “I don’t know. How about you win first, then we can talk?”

Bakugou clicks his tongue, “Come on, give me some motivation here, sweet cheeks,” he calls out, adding pet names that have you rolling your eyes, “Jeez, you’re so needy,” you joke, shaking your head with a smile. 

“Um, I’ll give you a kiss if you win,” you say, “Can’t back out now, I’m going to expect a kiss by the end of the day after my victory,” he says undoubtedly, causing you to gawk. 

“But you’re not allowed out and I’m not allowed in!” you protest, but you hear him click his tongue. “Should’ve thought of that beforehand, princess. See you later, don’t forget my prize.” 

Beep.

Pulling your phone back to see the ended phone call, you could feel your cheeks heating up from the thought of a kiss. It wasn’t like you two had never kissed, but a kiss after two months apart had you fainting at just the thought. 

Shaking away your nerves, you quickly made your way to the station before waiting for your train.

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“It’s starting! “your classmates shouts as they quickly ran to their seats, students scrambling around quickly before quieting down to watch the television that had been rolled into class. 

One of the biggest events in Japan was just about to begin—UA’s annual sports festival. Businesses and schools alike had been shut down for the day so everyone would be able to enjoy such an anticipated event. 

Thankfully, your teacher had talked with the principal into letting your class watch the event in the classroom together and thankfully, he agreed, which resulted in where you were right now. 

Memories of your first year at UA beginning to flood your brain as you watched the familiar stage and arena in nostalgia, but now as a spectator.

“Didn’t you use to go to UA, (Name)?” a classmate asked as they turned around to face you before you gave them a nod. “So you were in the sports festival last year too?” 

You gave them another nod before they awed at you. “Whoa! Is it just as intense as it looks?” Your eyes widen with another nod, “You have no idea. It’s super competitive, but it’s definitely rewarding at times.”

“Oh, here comes the first years!”

As everyone focused back on the television, you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach. You felt so nervous for all of the students, but you also were so anxious to see Bakugou on television.

Of course he was going to do well, but it’s been so long since you’ve seen him, well, in action. 

Watching the first years was just as amazing as you had remembered your first year to be. You had some favorites, quirk wise and personality wise. 

Though you loved watching the new first years of UA, you couldn’t wait to get to the second years, where your old classmates were and especially your boyfriend.

It had been a few months since you’ve seen them and you couldn’t wait to see how they’ve progressed in such a short amount of time.

After Midnight had announced this year’s winner’s for the first years, the second years walked out onto the stadium, looking ready for anything heading their way.

Present Mic was already announcing the introductions to the second years, causing your heart to flutter.

The camera landed on Bakugou, with Present Mic loud commentating, “Last year’s winner, Bakugou Katsuki! Will he be able to keep his title as victor this year?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes at the camera, stuffing his hands in his pockets at the comment. 

“Also representing the second years, is Bakugou Katsuki!” 

Bakugou shot his head over at Midoriya with a glare as the poor green haired male brought his hands up in defense. “We all thought you’d be a great representative after everything that’s happened in our first year!” Mina cried as she jumped on his back playfully. 

You could see your old classmates surround him with warm and supportive smiles before Bakugou eventually gave in and walked up to the microphone beside Midnight. 

“I still will become number one,” he starts casually, “but if I somehow don’t, I know my class will come out on top.” 

Everyone in the stadium gawked at his answer. He wasn’t much different than he was a year ago, but he was definitely more fond of his classmates. You couldn’t help but smile at his answer.

Midnight let out a chuckle, “Well, you seem very certainly motivated today. What is behind that motivation?” 

Bakugou took a step forward, grabbing where the mic sat in the stand, “My girlfriend said she’d give me a kiss if I won first place,” he said smugly, glancing over at the camera. “(Name), you don’t want to let everyone down now if you don’t give me a kiss.” 

You choke upon hearing his answer as you watch him walk away like he hadn’t just exposed you to all of Japan. 

Your classmates all slowly turned their gaze on you, silently demanding an answer on why the stuck-up blonde had said your name and called you his girlfriend. 

You duck your head down sheepishly, “I was going to tell you all at the end of the day today, but I guess he already announced it to all of Japan,” you start. “That’s my boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki,” you confirm with an awkward smile before your class erupts in chaos, missing the start of the second year’s obstacle course.

-

“And finally, this year’s first place winner is Bakugou Katsuki! For the second time in a row!” Midnight announces, as Endeavor, being the new number one hero, hands out their medals. 

You facepalm internally as you watch Bakugou with his smug smile. You knew he was just waiting for that kiss!

Once the third years walked out onto the arena, you felt your phone vibrating before Bakugou’s caller ID lit up the screen, causing your eyes to widen before some of your classmates noticed. 

“(Name) ’s boyfriend is calling her!” they teased, “he’s waiting for that kiss!” 

Pouting, you stood up before grabbing your phone and walking towards the doors, “Jeez, you don’t have to remind me!” you cry, sliding the door open before stepping out to take the call. 

Sliding the accept button, you bring the phone towards your ear, “Hello?”

“So, when am I going to get that kiss?” his low attractive voice says through your phone speakers as you scrunch up your nose, “Katsuki, I can’t believe you announced that to all of Japan,” you whine before he lets out a snort, “just making sure you don’t forget.”

Your classmates begin to cheer loudly from within the class as you peek through the door’s small window before focusing back on Bakugou. 

“First of all, congratulations on winning! Secondly, I’d love to give you a kiss, but I just don’t know how we’ll be able to see each other,” you had gone through the possible options, but they never made it far. UA becoming a boarding school made it almost impossible for the two of you to meet. 

“Well, when do you think the next time we’ll be able to see each other is?” Bakugou asked, irritated that he wouldn’t be getting his kiss anytime soon. 

“New Years?” 

Bakugou choked. “New Years? Are you fucking kidding me? You know it’s still early in the year,” he complains, but all you can do is shrug your shoulders.

“That’s how it’s gonna be, so suck it up. We only ever went home once last year and that was for New Years,” you inform, hearing him huff on the other side of the phone. “I know you really want that kiss, Katsuki. I want to kiss you just as much, but we can’t see each other because of how strict UA has become, I’m sorry.” 

Bakugou sighed, “Don’t be sorry,” he starts, earning a smile from you, “our New Year’s kiss better be fucking worth it.” You couldn’t help the giggle that falls from your lips at his words. “It will be, I promise.”

After saying quick goodbyes, you and Bakugou ended the phone call before you made your way back into class to finish watching the remainder of the sports festival with your classmates.

“What did I miss?” you ask, sliding into your chair as your eyes focused back onto the screen. “Nothing much, just the third year introductions. They just started the obstacle course.” 

Suddenly out of nowhere, a loud explosion was heard, causing you to jump from your seat. 

“What was that?” you asked nervously, your classmates alike glancing around with wide eyes. “Was that from the TV?” 

“It couldn’t have been...that sounded way too loud and too close.” a classmate responded as you stood up in your seat to walk carefully toward the door, listening for any other sounds. 

When no other explosion came, you quietly slid the door open before secretly peeking your head out, glancing around for any suspicious activity. But you couldn’t pick up on anything. 

Turning around to face your shaken up classmates, you let out a determined breath. “I’m not sure what the situation is right now, but I’m going to need you all to stay calm and cooperate with me here,” you order as they all glanced at you.

“Enna, could you use your quirk to see how many people are in the building and what they are doing right now?” she quickly nods her head before standing up and closing her eyes, activating her quirk as you all watch silently. 

Her eyes shoot open before she glances over at you in fear, “There are three people on the first floor, heading up to the second floor where we are. It looks like there might be some people surrounding the school perimeter as well,” 

You nod and thank her before turning to look at another classmate, “Miki, you have an enhanced hearing quirk, right? Could you press your ear against the door and try to listen for what they might be saying?” 

You could tell she was shaken up, but she nodded nonetheless. Walking shakily towards the door, she pressed her ear against the cold surface for a minute before turning over to you. 

“They’re looking for the UA student who transferred...” 

Your eyes widened as her words struck you—they were coming for you. 

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest even as you tried to calm yourself down. Glancing over at your classmates, they looked terrified, some bursting into tears at the thought of villains heading their way. 

You were surprised you could stay calm during such an event, but then it hit you. You’ve been through this, facing villains head on. You had been training for this and you were their only hope of staying safe. 

Putting on a determined face, you face your classmates, “Listen up and listen closely, we don’t have much time,” you start, leaning closer, “We know they’re coming for me, so we have to make sure we keep them away from us as soon as possible until help arrives.”

Their desperate eyes watch you as they nod with every word you say, clinging onto the hope you had given them. 

“Worst case scenario is that we have to fight them ourselves, but let’s do our best to keep ourselves safe,” you say with a comforting smile, “I’ve gone through enough training at UA to be able to devise a plan, but it can only do so much.” 

And so you began to create a plan with all of the quirks from your classmates.

A classmate with an animal shifting quirk would change herself into a bird and fly out of the window to find any pro hero patrolling out in the streets, while your classmates try to secretly and safely escape. 

You tried dialing Bakugou to no avail; his phone most likely turned off due to the sports festival. 

‘there are villains at my school, please come with help as soon as you see this’ 

quickly hiding your phone in your pocket before turning around to continue your escape route with your classmates.

“Here, this way, quietly,” you usher towards the window as Enna had cleared the area of any villains, making it the escape route. “They’re searching the classes right now, we need to hurry,” Miki explained as you helped the students lower themselves onto the ground with the makeshift rope. 

“There are two people around the corner, but if we use Tomoya’s quirk, we could make it out without being detected,” Enna informed as you turned towards Tomoya. 

Before you could ask for his help, he nodded at you before kneeling down, touching the ground with his fingertips before raising his hand into the air, creating an illusion of the same image of the school ground, but with the students hidden behind the illusion wall. 

“I can only keep this illusion up well for five minutes before it starts vanishing,” Tomoya explains as he continued to hold his arms up with the illusion. 

On the other side of the gate, you could see the students running away to safety while you were left with Tomoya and another student who was climbing down the ropes from the window. 

“Ah!” a scream caught your attention before you heard a thud, a student on the ground clutching her ankle. “(Name), I think I sprained my ankle!” she cried as she glanced up at you for help. 

“(Name) I can’t hold this for much longer,” Tomoya strained as you could see the illusion slowly warp away. To your dismay, the two men around the corner noticed your presence as they came rushing over. “Over here!” 

“Tomoya! Get Nina to safety!” you cried as you ran towards the two men. 

“What about you, (Name)?” he shouted, but you continue running, “Don’t worry! Go find the pros, I’ll stop them from getting to you guys!” 

As you came face to face with the two large men, you were quick enough to dodge their arms, running under them before pressing a hand on their back before activating your quirk. 

Chains began to wrap around their torsos before you pull your arms in, causing their bodies to smash together as you held them tightly against each other as long as you could. 

Your strength with holding down two people wasn’t as strong as when you held down one person, but your quirk training had prepared you for this. Curling over yourself, you held your breath as you continued to hold the two men down. 

Minutes passed before you felt yourself starting to lose consciousness from the overuse of your quirk to its full potential. 

At least all of your classmates are safe and away from danger. This is what being a hero is, right? Your vision begins to blackout, your grip on the villains loosens before you fall onto the ground with a thud. 

- 

“Congratulations on receiving first again for the second time in a row!” Sero cheers, wrapping an arm around Bakugou’s shoulder as the class returned to their dorms after an eventful day. 

Shaking the man’s arm off, he trudged forward into the common area before walking into the kitchen for some water. 

“Hurry up and turn the TV on! I need to relax now!” Mina exclaims, falling onto the couch beside Momo. As the television turned on, the news channel came on, catching everyone’s attention. 

“A group of villains broke into a high school today in search of a previous student of UA,” the newscaster announced as Bakugou’s focus shifted towards the television. 

“All students were able to escape safely thanks to their classmate, (Last Name) (Name), who devised a plan to get everyone to safety, even using her quirk to keep the villains strapped in place.”

The camera shifted to a classmate of yours, interviewing them on the terrifying event. “(Name) stayed calm even when she knew she was being targeted. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know if we’d all be here safe and sound.” 

“She prioritized us over herself and made sure we were safe. She’s so brave. A true hero.” 

“(Name) was unconscious when pro heroes entered the scene and she is currently under UA’s care, suffering minor injuries due to over exhausting herself from quirk use.”

Bakugou threw his cup in the sink before digging into his pockets to find his phone, now noticing all the missed calls from you before reading your heartbreaking text. 

“Fuck!” he yelled, running out of the dorms only to crash into Aizawa around the corner. 

“Bakugou-”

“Do you know where (Name) is?” Bakugou pleaded, “please.” 

Aizawa let out a sigh before answering, “she’s in the nurse’s office with Recovery Girl. Make it back before 10 pm and I won’t give you any consequences,” Aizawa inform before Bakugou was off and running again.

As soon as he made it to the Recovery Girl’s office, he noticed you on the bed closest to the window, your eyes focused on the scenery below you.

“(Name),” Bakugou breathes as your head turns to face him, eyes widening. “Katsuki?”

Before he could think, his body moved on its own, falling into your lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist, face in your stomach. “Katsuki, are you okay?”

Pulling away, he gave you a stern look, “You fucking passed out fighting some villains, (Name).”

“It was only for about an hour or two, I’m just here for precautions,” you say, staring into his eyes before smiling. “But I’m glad I get to see you today,” 

Sighing, Bakugou hid his face in your stomach with a sigh. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me. If only I had picked up your calls or read your text you wouldn’t have ended up here,” he confessed but you shake your head.

“You had things to do, don’t worry about it. I’m safe now aren’t I?”

Bakugou reaches over to intertwine his hands with yours, “be more careful, dumbass. You’re lucky they were some low class villain that didn’t know what they hell they were doing.”

Squeezing his hand, you give him a nod, “I was just doing what I was taught at UA,” Bakugou quietly stares at you with a frown, “You sure you can’t come back?” 

Brushing your hand through his blonde locks, your smile softens at the feel of him, “I’ll ask my parents when they arrive here. Aizawa said he was going to talk to my parents about enrolling me back because it would be safer for me.”

Just as Bakugou was about to close his eyes and relax into your touch, your soft voice asked for him to sit up. 

Your hands place themselves on his cheeks before you bring him in for a kiss, heat rising to his cheeks at the sudden affection. “Congratulations on your win today,” you say cheekily before he smirks, bring you in for more. 

-

A month passed since the incident and everything was back to normal. Bakugou trudging to class so early in the morning as he plopped himself down in his desk before homeroom announcements would start. 

It wasn’t long before Aizawa walked into class, looking as bored and tired as always, causing Bakugou to glance over towards the windows. 

“Good morning, class. I have some important news today, so please listen up,” he starts as the class begins to settle down. “First off, I’d like to introduce our new student who will be joining us today. You can come on in,” Aizawa informs as the door slides open.

Bakugou peels his eyes from the windows to glance over at the door, his eyes slightly widening in shock.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself,” Aizawa asks, stepping aside as you take the podium.

“Good morning. My name is (Name) and I’ll be finishing off the school year with you all. Please continue to look after me.”

[bloodycassian]

Yes my lady. - CASSIAN X READER - CASSIAN TAKES READER TO SEE SOMETHING INCREDIBLE IN PRYTHIAN - smut at the end 

Cassian’s laugh warmed your cheeks as you stood before him in the hall. The heavy winter clothes you wore pooled around your wrists and ankles. “You’re the one who told me to dress appropriately.” You reminded him, stalking to the kitchen with a bag in hand. 

“I didnt think you were going to be dressed for winter court cold!” He followed you, his long limbs taking half the amount of steps it took you to get to the pantry. His extra coat fit him tightly, curving perfectly around his biceps. His hair was put up tighter as well to brave the longer flight with you.

“Do you need anything else? You havent really given me a great idea for what to expect here so…” You trailed off, showing him the packed bag of food and wine. His eyes darkened devilishly before saying “Maybe another bottle of wine… to keep you warm.” He winked.

+

The sun was dimming faster than you expected as you flew away from the Illyrian camp that Mor had winnowed you and Cassian to. She had given you a mischievous grin before she departed without a word. 

“Please dont say that you’re bringing me up here to train more.” You groaned, peering around his shoulder to eye the quickly disappearing camp far below you. 

“I told you already, this is me being nice.” His grip on you tightened with the words, and you felt your stomach flip slightly. His eyes were a golden honey brown in the waning sunlight. His hair streaked with brown and glossy black. You knew if you had said anything to him about it he would ruin it though. So you waited in silence, enjoying the view of his profile and the pinkish clouds as he flew you mile after mile into the northernmost parts of Prythian.

+

“Close your eyes.” Was his only instruction upon your descent. You could hear the smile in his voice as he told you when to take bigger steps or if rocks were coming while he led you uphill with your eyes squeezed shut. 

“I swear Cassian if you lead me to some kind of monster pit or something-” 

“Come on, you know I know better than that!” He laughed, finally stopping you with warm hands on your shoulders. “This is far enough, I want you to think of the prettiest parts of Velaris that you’ve seen, then open your eyes.” 

The only thing that came to mind were all the memories with him and a nice sunset, or sunrise. Training with him in the ring on top of the house of wind, sunlight glinting of his damp skin. You felt your hands get clammy, thinking about all the changing scenes that were dominantly him. The thought of anything but him being the most gorgeous thing in Velaris was utterly ridiculous. 

“What are you thinking of?” He asked after a few moments. His voice was more distant, and you heard him rifiling through the bag you’d brought. 

“The Sidra.” You lied. He laughed aloud, and you heard him pouring the wine. 

“Open your eyes.” He whispered sensually in your ear, as he slid the glass of wine into your hand. You could still hear the smirk on his lips. You were about to say something back, if just to get rid of the butterflies after him being that close but when you opened your eyes….the breath left you.

He was staring at you like a scholar, taking in every miniscule movement you made. Every breath, every expression. And you couldnt blame him as you gaped like a fish at the sky above you. 

It was overwhelming. The beauty of the location alone but with the added colors flecking the sky it was… “Astounding.” You breathed, blinking to keep your eyes from watering at the sheer beauty. Green turned to blue, blue to purple ever so slowly in the night sky above you. There was no moon out, only stars that seemed to frame the moving painting above you. The stars didnt dare shine too bright, as if they were leaving distance for your viewing of the… “What is this? Do the others know-” You gaped at him. He only shook his head. 

“Not many know. Almost none of the war camps do, unless soldiers somehow escaped hunting parties after they abandoned training.” He clinked your glass and smirked. “So how does it compare to the Sidra then?” You shoved him slightly, and he took your arm, sliding his hand down and lacing your fingers together as you both stared silently at the luminescent sky. 

+

“Rhys’ mother showed us this place when we were young.” He said fondly, leading you to a small stream nearby that flowed into a great lake that reflected the stars and colors above perfectly. The chill in the air was barely noticeable with the layers you hand on. And his hand wrapped around yours warming your entire body, as if he was emitting heat. “She loved to take us out flying outside of the camps. She was...like a real mother to me. I dont remember much about my own mother.” He said quietly, his tucked wings flaring slightly with a breeze that made the water ripple. 

“Rhys doesnt speak of his parents often either.” You tried to comfort, not wanting him to talk about it if he wasnt ready. 

“Sometimes I dont think Rhys truly understands what the Illyrian children go through.” He shook his head slightly, eyes turned to the dark forest across the lake. “That makes me glad though, that he put me in charge of the camps. Az would have them wiped out completely if it was up to him.” He grinned at the thought of his brothers. His true brothers, not just Illyrian brethren. 

“Cassian the Winged Savior.” You eyed him up and down and nodded. “It suits you.” 

His laugh echoed across the lake. “I doubt any of them would be calling me that.” 

You squeezed his hand and he turned to face you. You felt your cheeks flush further, and you knew it wasnt because of the wine or the layers you wore to keep you warm. “You think the best of me. I’ve never had someone.. Put so much faith in me.” He said slowly, his eyes reflecting the hues of green shading the sky. You couldn’t help but lean into him, his dark gaze holding yours.

“The victorious armies of the Night Court would beg to differ.” Your voice rose higher with nerves. You had wanted this with him for so long. Just to be alone, just to have the simplicity of time to be with him. 

“As a person. Not a Strategist.” He leaned closer to you as well, his hot breath warming your lips. 

“What about as a lover?” You asked slyly, your heart pounding in your ears so loud you could barely hear yourself. 

And then he was on you, his lips hot and smooth against yours. Perfectly shaped, shifting himself to match your pace, your angle. You didnt realise how much you had wanted him, needed him until your tongue was against his throat, drawing a shuddering breath from him. His response was just as needy, his hands gripping your ass, working his way back up to begin taking off your layers. 

“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” He rasped once he had your shirt off, his mouth slowly leaving a wet trail down your torso until flicking over a nipple, rolling the other with his fingers. A low moan escaped you, and he growled in satisfaction. He continued planing wet kisses down your side, your abdomen until he was on his knees before you. 

The sight of him looking up at you was enough to make you want to take him right there, but clearly he had other plans. He rubbed his hot - too hot to be normal - hands up your thighs in massaging circles until he was teasing you, his hand sideways between your legs, rubbing you so so deliciously. He stared up at you, devouring you with his mouth agape, as if he wanted to taste your moans. 

“Cassian-” You gasped as he rubbed just the tiniest bit harder against your thick pants. And you were suddenly being moved, his warm arms encircling you from the cool lake breeze. His lips never left yours as he carried you to a nearby cave filled with different outdoor supplies. He had a fire roaring on the leftover firewood instantly, his siphon glowing in the light of it. 

“Take your damned clothes off before I remove them.” You growled, pawing at his jacket. 

He smiled at you slyly, “ Yes my lady.” He rumbled.

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If ya’ll wanna read more cassian p0rn let me know, hes my fave!

[seancekitsch]

Helping Hands: Diego Hargreeves x Reader smut

warnings: pegging, cute kinky sex, ass play, diego and reader being a very nice couple exploring their desires together i wasnt a demon about this one!!

Careful planning had gone into tonight. Diego isn't the kind of man to give up control or to express his desires, so all of it has been on his terms. 

When you’d offhandedly expressed wanted to try fucking a man, you didn’t even necessarily mean you wanted Diego to be that guy. Not that you didn’t want to fuck him, but you didn’t expect him to be the type thats into it. You didn't peg him for wanting to be pegged. But he came to you hours later, wrapped around you in bed, and voiced his thoughts on the matter.

‘You know, I don't think I’d mind it, baby,”he whispers pensively, as if thinking very hard about the words that come from his lips.

“Mind what, D?” 

He cuddles you in closer from behind, bare chest now pressing against your back and feeling so comfortably warm. 

“Th-that thing you were talking about,” his mouth presses an open kiss onto your shoulder. 

“Be a little more specific, handsome,” there's laughter in your voice as your curiosity peaks.

“I’d let you fuck me, is that specific enough?”

“Let me? Do you want me to fuck you?” you ask, interest peaked, but he needs to say the magic words. “Do you want to be fucked by me, Diego?”

“Y-y-yes. I think I do.”

And that was that. You took a few weeks to talk about it, logistics, picking out a strap, all of the un-sexy moments out of the way. You didn't want any of that to taint the fun Diego was going to have with this with the boring bits. But you push that from your mind, adjusting the straps of the stockings on your thighs and preparing the most commanding stance you could in front of your nervous but equally aroused partner. He sat in the chair in front of you, slumped shoulders and legs cast askance not matching the tension in his brows. 

Diego was worried. Would it hurt? Would he hate it? Would you hate him for hating it? But it also could be one of the best nights of his life, and that worries him too. Hes trying very hard to posture himself as carefree, as the one thats normally protective and possessive of you, the one whose usually doing the fucking on nights like these. But youre your typical sultry self, and always so attentive and in tune with him. He knows you can see through his facade, but it's more for him than it is for you. He knows your sexy self will take care of him, but to give up that control to be the one taking care is a lot for him. He looks from your stockings, to the thin lace teddy set you've got on tonight and everything in him begs to rip it off of you, maybe even cutting the straps with his knives. But instead he stays still, glued to the chair.

Making the first of many moves tonight, you close the gap and drape yourself across his lap, immediately pressing kisses to his cheeks and nose so you can feel that harsh face break into a grin as he kisses you back, any parts of your face he can reach. You rise back up, not wanting to fall into your normal pattern and Diego genuinely pouts as you saunter over to the bed away from him, but he's quick to follow, landing on the bed with a slight bounce before you start to descend upon him unbuttoning his shirt and pants before backing away, slowly undressing yourself for him. Like unwrapping a present, giving him a show. Truly, the lingerie didn't have any part in tonight, but you thought the extra show would be fun for him. And it is, as you watch him finish undressing you catch sight of his cock springing from his waistband and smacking against his stomach. Diego undressing is always a fucking beautiful sight and you cant help bust stare as your strip tease becomes more absentminded, your focus now being on your boyfriend’s body in the moonlight. 

“Like what you see?” of course, he always catches you when you stare.

“You know I do. Now, get on the bed however you'd like to do this,” Commanding, but gentle, letting him ease onto the bed on his hands and knees while you grab the lube from the nightstand and get on the bed next to him. 

“Now Diego, very serious, if it hurts or at any time you want to stop you tell me, okay? D, tonight is all about your pleasure but if you're not having fun I don't wanna do this.”

“It’s okay baby, no worrying.  You'll take good care of me I know,”his hand reaches up to cup your jaw, pressing a kiss to your lips before letting you go and nodding back to his ass. Funny. 

You cover your index and middle finger in lube, squeezing the bottle and making sure they're more than ready for him. Your dry hand drops the lube and spanks his ass, lightly, earning a chuckle from you both before your palm rests on his ass cheek. Your middle finger slides across his hole, covering it in lube before your index finger starts to push against him. Your finger slides in a lot easier than you expected but you might have lube to thank for it. A strangled whine crosses his lips at first, but dies into a hum as his mouth closes. 

“That's okay?”

“M-more,” nervous, unsure, but he's doing so well for you already. So you start to move, pumping the finger in and out, making sure that steady hum of pleasure as your finger thrusts stays. 

“Another? I wanna make sure you're comfortable when we go further,” the hand on his ass cheek reaches up to touch his face, gentle and reassuring, and he nods against your touch, fervent and ready for more. You pull your finger out entirely, then when you press back into him both fingers slide into him, fucking slowly, a snail’s pace.

His body clenches around your fingers naturally, squeezing the digits as you ease them in and out of him. 

“More?” you ask and he nods, so you oblige feeling the tension start to leave his back as you keep working him over picking up the pace. Your fingers start to move more easily, either from the lube or from him finally starting to relax, and you feel him start to arch into it as you start to scissor your fingers inside him. He moans, low and gravely, like he's holding back on you. So you start to scissor your fingers a little faster as you pump them in and out of him, coaxing him to moan a little louder. 

“Let me hear you, D. Moan for me,” and he obliges you moaning loudly as you continue. Diego is letting himself enjoy this which is all you could hope for. You fuck him with your fingers until he feels ready, when you kiss the base of his spine and he whispers ‘okay’ breathy and far away like hes already finished, before you still your fingers and your eyes search for the strap on waiting patiently on the nightstand.

“C-Can I put it on you baby?” he asks, incredibly gently, to which you nod. Diego is in control until he lets himself give it over to you. Your fingers slip out of him and you reach to grab the strap and harness before lying down on the bed. The second you hand it over to him, he’s picking up your ankles and threading them through the straps, then pulling it gently up your legs. He lifts your hips to secure it in place and kisses each opposite hips as he fastens it snugly, not too loose but comfortable. He kisses up your body, plants one on your lips, before he smiles, nods, and gets on his hands and knees on the bed next to you. You would have preferred to have him look at you, but if this is how he wants it, this is how he gets it. You hoist yourself up and position yourself behind him, once again covering your hand in lube before stroking languidly from base to tip of the dildo at your hips. You make sure to be generous, as it's wider than your fingers enough to hurt a little, but not so much so that it would be too much. The slippery dildo glides easily in your hand before you line it up, gently teasing his ass before you start to push in. Just like your fingers, you coax the tip, then a little more, pull out, then back in a little deeper. Working him open until you're buried inside him to the hilt, giving shallow slow thrusts to ease him into it.

“F-fucking give it to me,” a half moan, half stutter comes from below you, but not the stutter you have a fine tuned sense of hearing for. Not the nervous or upset or angry stutter when he got worked up. Not the stutter that revved you up to be a warrior goddess to fight for him or the one that had you rushing to his side for comfort and a confidence boost. This stutter was newly identified as one that went along with a full body shiver that you can almost see run down his back as he pushes himself back against the dildo, letting himself be fucked further. 

“You think you can take me, D?” fuck, he’s sexy. Who knows if you can even take this with how aroused me makes you. everything feels warm and flooding with the way he’s opening himself up for you. 

“All the way, baby,” he looks back and shoots you that cocky as fuck grin you love so much. Well, Diego gets what Diego wants, you think as you thrust your hips into him, pushing the dildo all the way until your hips are flush with his ass. The groan that leaves his lips is nothing less than sinful and no more than heavenly. It’s like music to your ears. You thrust again, earning the same groan again. As you rock into him, your hands naturally find purchase at his hips, pulling him back onto you in just the right way to make the harness grind into you in such a delicious way that has you whimpering as you go. Diego looks fucking handsome, the muscles and the scars on his back all moving with each thrust, almost glowing in the moonlight with the sheen of sweat. You bend down to kiss his spine, lick his sweat, as a hand leaves his hip and wraps around the base of his cock, squeezing.

“Fuck— fuck! oh-okay you do any more of that I’m done,” he gasps, “please keep fucking me, baby. I wanna come like that.”

Your hand releases his hard leaking cock as you straighten back up, Diego gets his wish. You begin fucking him in earnest, your hips ramming into his ass. part of you hopes it’s a little hard for him to sit come tomorrow like it usually is for you, but that it also makes him feel as loved as it does for you. He moans loudly as his arms buckle, letting his face fall into the pillows and he, muffled, cries out what sounds like your name but also the word ‘yes’. Fuck, it feels even better at this slightest change of angle, and fucking him also becomes rubbing yourself, humping against him to get yourself off as well. You’re gonna come undone soon, maybe before he does.

Lost in your own pleasure, the rush of your impending orgasm drowns out Diego’s moans and pleas, until his arm reaches back and his hand wraps around your wrist. Immediately you stop and search for his face, worried you’d hurt him or gone too far.

“Baby, baby fuck… You can take it easy. I just came. Best damn finish of my life, baby.” he’s breathless, face half smashed into the pillow and smiling stupidly back at you. he looks fucked out as you slowly glide the dildo out of his ass and give him one last kiss on his back for good measure. You shimmy your legs out of the harness and throw the dildo, not particularly caring where it falls so you can flop onto the bed next to Diego and curl up into his arms. 

“Thank you, baby,” Diego kisses the words into your shoulder as his arms wrap around you, “I just wish you could have came from that too. Youd probably look fuckin gorgeous.”

“Actually,” it dawns on you, “I almost did. That uh- haha- that strap rubbed me the right way if you know what I mean.”

“Oh shit, baby, you're probably all kinds of wired right now.” 

Understatement of the century, but you give him a little nod, sure if he reached down he’d feel you a mess.

“We can’t have that now,” he tuts, and rolls over, “Ride my face, baby, then we can go to sleep.”

You can't pass up on an offer like that.