#me and my giant sweatshirt need to go to bed now

[iamthecomet]

I should be sleeping.

But instead, I'm wearing a GIANT sweatshirt, and thinking about how Dew definitely steals other people's clothes.

He loves Aether’s t-shirts. They're well worn, and shockingly soft. He loves how they fall to his thighs, and hang loose over his shoulders. Aether’s scent lasts longer than anyone else's. Dew has an entire drawer dedicated to those shirts.

Mountains sweatshirts are his favorite. He feels like he's swimming in them. They're big, and warm, and impossibly comfortable. He frequently sleeps in them on cold nights, snuggling his entire body into them. Mountains clothes are best for winter. They always smell like spring.

For crop tops, he goes to Cumulus and Sunshine. They both like to cut the necks out, and Dew likes the way they hang, asymmetrical, over his shoulders, showing collarbone and a peek of rib when he raises his arms.

He doesn't steal Rain's shirts as often. They're too close to the same size. But he likes Rain's sweatpants. They hang a little looser on Dews hips, so he has to roll them, exposing sharp hipbones. He has to be careful not to step on the bottoms. He doesn't want to accidentally wear holes in them.

He usually only takes button-ups from Swiss. He wears them open. He likes bunching the collar up around his nose, inhaling Swiss through the fabric. They're great for hot summer nights. Light and breezy and smelling cozy like dark December nights.

From Cirrus, he steals tank tops. They're tight on her, but they hang, flowing, against his ribs. The neckline plunging to reveal the bones of his sternum. They're always so soft. And they always smell faintly of lilac.

He tried to steal one of Copia's jackets once. But Copia knew immediately (Dew swears it has something to do with the eye). Copia gave Dew an old robe instead. It's been months, and it still smells like Copia just shrugged out of it. Dew suspects that has something to do with the eye too.

No one knows where the clothes are going. They just assume things are getting lost in the wash, misplaced by the staff. They shrug it off, ask around. Dew always plays dumb.

But really, he's sneaking into their rooms when they're away and pilfering things from their closets. He never wears the clothes outside of his room. He reserves them for sleeping or moments where he feels particularly lonely.

Aether caught him in one of his t-shirts once, and Dew made up a lie about it coming back with his laundry. And that he didn't realize who it really belonged to.

Usually, once the scent has worn off, Dew will sneak it back. Folding it and putting it back exactly where he found it. The only clue that it was really gone at all is the lingering smell of cinnamon and woodsmoke.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hazbin Hotel Headcanons (NSFW)

How they react to you accidentally flashing them TW: AFAB reader, 18+ MDNI, Sexual Themes

Adam

You had been changing out of your exorcist gear; the training earlier that day took a toll on you. You only wanted to take a warm bath and relax your sore muscles.

However, as you began to get undressed, your excentric boss came into your room to give you more orders for the coming days of intense training.

Trying to be polite and listen to him while listening to your body's need for a warm bath, you began removing your overlayers.

You didn't account for the hoodie you wore over your gear to get stuck on your head and yank up the rest of your clothes underneath.

Much to Adam's pleasure, he got a complete view of your perky breasts covered in a silver lacey bra.

"Awww babes you shouldn't have, had I known you'd be dressing for me under all that I would have stripped you sooner."

Before realizing what was happening, you were pinned against a wall, two giant wings pinning you down and dwarfing your own wings.

You couldn't see anything but could hear the mixed panting from both of you as he rubbed and grabbed your chest, excitedly kissing your exposed collarbone.

"Oh, I am going to make you scream Bitch, you've been hiding this body out on me all this time with those baggy ass sweatshirts, and I need my fill."

Oh and did he get his fill alright, from dusk till dawn you were nothing less than a lewd screaming mess that couldn't even show up to training the next day, not even being able to take that sweet warm bath you wanted.

Alastor

You sat in the lobby, half asleep and clad in your normal crop top and shorts, watching a movie with the rest of the hotel crew. A specific Red Demon watched you from his seat.

As the movie neared it's end you stretched realizing how high your crop top rose, quickly dropping your arms down you sighed in relief noting that no one saw your bare breasts.

One man saw them and tried his best to remain calm till the others in the lobby began to scatter.

As soon as you and he were the only ones, he sitting there watching you and you opting to clean up the mess from everyone else, he pinned you to the couch.

"Doll, do you know what you do to me, showing yourself like this? My my, in my time, you would have been so scandalous to show this much off in a man's presence."

You wouldn't lie that this was one of your fantasies however you were very confused how this was happening right now, shaking your head you try to laugh it off when a clawed hand pinched your nipple.

"Don't play coy, dear. You know exactly what you did showing those perfect mounds. Hoping no one but me would see. Oh and see I did. I will have to be tasting all of you now."

He did taste you right there on the couch, Husk's bar, his designated chair, and lastly, in his room when the shadows overtook you both and landed you on his bed.

By the time morning came, what woke you up wasn't the soft throbbing in your pussy or the bruises littering your skin but the terrified Husk as your spend was still there on the bar top.

Lucifer

Clad in your bikini and Charlie readying up a water park in the front yard, you knew this would be a fun day. Lucifer also realized it would be a fun day when he saw you dressed like that.

As you talked and drank your water and other drinks out on the hotel's lawn where the water park was being held, you decided a nice, relaxed run down the water slide would be great.

Lucifer was down at the bottom, helping people up after they went down the giant slide, and he grew very excited to see you up at the top.

You took a running start and went for it however the momentum and the friction caused your top to ride up as well, by the time you ended up down where Lucifer was your tits were out and on full display for him.

Quickly, you covered up and laughed at him awkwardly, trying to hide the situation; however, his smile and deep blush led you to believe he liked the sight as much as you dreamed he would.

When the day's festivities ended, Charlie came bounding up to you and let you know Lucifer needed you in his workshop. Making your way up there, you entered wrapped in your towel, bikini underneath, to see the suit-clad man smirking at you.

"You know, after that little show you gave me, we could do another one, this one privately, where fewer people can see what will be mine."

As if realizing his words were a bit harsh, he laughed awkwardly, trying to back petal, but you smiled and dropped your towel, silencing him. Slowly, you made your way to his desk and straddled him.

This time, when you flashed him on purpose, he didn't hesitate to begin groping and massaging the mounds that you so eagerly presented to him.

"Oh, Duckie, I am going to make you a mess. Make sure everyone in the hotel knows who you belong to."

He made you a mess alright, you could barely walk with how thick his cock was, and you had to come up with some very creative excuses as to why you left his office the next day still in your bathing suit.

Husk

Husk was one of your go-to guys for casino attire, and you always dragged him into your room to help you pick out the perfect dress to distract men and make money.

As you tried on the next outfit, you thought you clasped the golden chain of the dress completely, yet as you rounded your privacy screen, your top dropped, exposing your breasts to the older man.

Squeaking and going red in the face, you quickly covered up your breasts and went back to the screen, afraid to see Husk's reaction.

You know he hated being hit on and flirted with, something he got on to Angel for constantly, so even though you loved him, you wanted to keep things low-key.

You didn't expect the low, grumbled laugh and him teasing you out from your hiding spot.

"Now, treasure, why don't you come back out and give me a real show? That was barely enough time for me to remember for later."

Your face was flushed hearing his comment, and as you peeked out from your spot, you could see him lounging out and rubbing his hand down his inner thigh close to his cock.

Slowly, you showed yourself again, letting the dress drop altogether as he whistled low and motioned you over to him. You had hoped this wasn't the alcohol making him this flirty.

"Come here and sit on my lap, baby. Explain to me why I am just now getting to see all this after all these months of cat-and-mouse we have been playing."

Nodding, you did just that, climbing onto his lap. Eventually, you began riding him slowly as you explained in detail why it took so long for him to finally have you like this.

Each time you messed up a sentence, Husk would slow down his pace and make you start over until you were just a babbling mess for the rest of the night and the next day.

Vox

You had learned of all the spots in Vee's tower where the cameras were hidden, and you wanted some privacy even if you signed 90% of it away to work with Vox.

You should have fully accounted for what would happen if you accidentally, on purpose, always made sure to change just out of view of his cameras to get him going.

However, today was an exception. You had a meeting in two minutes and needed to change from Val's required uniform to the one Vox wanted.

Speed changing, you managed to flash quite a lot to the camera, not even thinking of your placement in the room. Seeing as you were running late, you booked it to the meeting room, applying your makeup as you went.

Once you made it to the room, huffing gently, you entered to see no one but Vox at the head table. Confused, you walked in and bowed to the man.

"Oh princess, you are normally one smart broad, yet today you gave me a whole show, didn't you? I even know you don't have underwear on under that pretty blue skirt. How often do you choose to do that for me?"

Gasping, you realized your fatal flaw, yet it was too late. Vox already had you dropping to your knees and pulling your ponytail out of your hair.

Slowly, he unclasped his belt and pulled down his pants as he also unbuttoned your shirt and exposed your breasts in a dark blue bra that was intentionally chosen for him.

"Be a good girl and suck daddy off; show me how messy that half-assed makeup can get, and I will reward you with a night of my cock and stimulation."

Without having to be told twice, you were bobbing your head up and down eagerly while he massaged your breasts. What went from you making him cum down your throat turned into him pounding you.

Come morning, your schedules had been cleared, and even more cameras had been put around places you visited often. You made sure to flash Vox a few more times that month.

Prompt assistance: @literallurker

[silverhairsimp]

I Can't Sleep Without You

Pairing: Bokuto x fem!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT ENTER. PWP. Oral (f!receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, consensual recording. Bokuto is the consent king. Doesn't matter how long you've been together.

a/n: I had this idea in the middle of the night and woke up to draft half of it. finally finished it so here you goooo :) enjoy! not proof read. also. two posts in one day? who tf am I?

reblogs are always appreciated <3

Trying to balance dating a professional volleyball player with a full career of your own has always been a challenge. No matter how badly you wanted to be there at every single game, every international trip, it just wasn’t realistic. 

You and Koutarou had been together since your third year of high school. You survived college together (despite the long distance), and after living together since he went pro, it was nearly impossible to get a good night's sleep whenever he was away for games. 

And this time was no different. He had been gone for a 10 day trip overseas for one of the biggest tournaments of the year. Between your work schedule, his practice schedule, and the time difference… phone calls were scarce, texts were short lived and it was really starting to get to you. Sleeping in your giant bed without him was hard enough! The last thing you needed was for your schedules to be the farthest thing from compatible.

As the days went on, it got harder and harder. The side of his bed was so cold without his warm body next to you and it was beginning to be too much. Logically there was only one solution: get all the pillows in the house, your favorite sweatshirt of his, his cologne and cuddle up in bed to make due. And until he got back, this is how you slept. 

You had practically built a barricade in the bed, pillows surrounding you in every direction and corner. He wasn’t supposed to be back for another two days, but by some miracle he had gotten home early. Unbeknownst to you though… it was the middle of the night by the time he got back and what a surprise it was to see upon his arrival. Or at least it would have if you were awake to greet him.

You were snuggled up under the covers, leg hiked up over one pillow with your arms clinging to another for dear life. You’ve got his sweatshirt on and he can smell the fresh scent of his cologne from the door to your bedroom. It wasn’t enough for you to just spray it on the sweatshirt though, you had to put a few drops of it into the diffuser so the whole room would smell like him. 

You must be so tired because you hadn’t even moved a muscle since he walked in. Quickly and quietly, he sets his bags down and changes into his comfy clothes to get some sleep with you finally in his arms again. Only when he goes to crawl into bed, there’s almost no room! “Baby girl… you trying to replace me or something?” He asks as he brushes your hair out of your eyes and smoothes it behind your ear, followed by a tender kiss to your forehead. “There she is,” he smiles warmly at you when you finally start to open your eyes. “Kou? You’re home already?” You sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes with the heel of your hand. He sits on the edge of the bed and nods his head, “One of the teams dropped out last minute so our games got cut back, we had already played each team twice… no sense in playing them a third, or at least that what coach thought–” he’s babbling and you smile at him, reaching out your arms finally happy and complete now that you’ve got your boyfriend back with you. “Sooo,” he draws out, “wanna tell me what’s going on with all the pillows? And why I can smell my cologne in the diffuser?” He asks with a soft chuckle and a bright smile. He’s not mad at all, not in the slightest. “Just missed you is all… had a hard time sleeping without you.” It’s actually really endearing you’d gone to such lengths to keep yourself comfortable while he was gone. And to be fair, he was no better. He slept with that polaroid of the two of you under his pillow, the one from after his first win as part of the MSBY Black Jackals. He had scored the winning spike and was so excited that he ran straight to you before the refs had even called the game. It’s such a fond memory of his and it's honestly what keeps him going. You are what keeps him going. “Well, I’m here now, so… can I have my spot back, or am I still being substituted by a bunch of pillows?” He laughs as you throw the pillows off the bed, not caring if they fall to the ground or land against the wall. The only thing that matters is that you have him back. And that’s very clear once you throw your arms around his neck and climb into his lap. His hands settle on your hips as he finally gets to hold you and kiss you again after far too long. 

“Missed you too– by the way–” He mumbles against your lips, in between kisses. All of a sudden, you aren’t so tired anymore, he can tell by the way you start to rock your hips in his lap and tug on the hairs at his nape. When he wore his hair down, it made grabbing and tugging at it so much easier, and if he’s being honest, it’s one of the reasons why he started doing it more often. 

He moves the two of you back against the headboard, sitting upright with you still in his lap. “You don’t still need this do you?” He tugs on the strings of his hoodie, “now that I’m back?” You shake your head and smile before telling him: “take it off”, and who is he to deny anything you could ever want. 

His lips find yours while his large, calloused hands travel up your hips to your waist, just wanting to feel you again before gathering the fabric and pushing it up and over your head. “There she is… my beautiful girl…” He places open mouthed kisses up your bare chest, between the valley of your breasts before giving some much needed attention to your tits. He rolls his tumb over one nippple while his mouth swirls around the other, sucking on it before popping off and moving to the other side. 

“Missed your body– missed kissing you goodnight every night… missed fucking you to sleep on others…” He keeps mumbling between kisses while you grind against his lap. “Missed you too baby… tried to take care of myself, but it never feels as good as when you do it.” He snickers at that, “Poor baby, your fingers not long enough? Need me to take care’a you?” When you nod your head yes, he flips you on to your back, positioning himself right between your thighs. 

Your fingers claw at his shirt, wanting him to match, it was only fair that way. He lets you pull it off, lowering his head to get it out of the hole and pulling one arm out before tossing the shirt on the ground, left to be forgotten about until morning. “Bet you taste so good… can I, baby? Can I taste you?” When you nod your head yes and push his head down further he stops, “Uh uh, gotta hear you say it… you know that.” He places a few kisses right above your collarbone, sucking a mark into the skin there while he waits for your consent. “Please Kou, want you to. I need it– need you so bad– please touch me…” It was more than enough to satisfy him. Hearing your cute little plea’s just to get him to touch you after your time apart. 

“That’s a good girl– my good girl. Now, hips up for me–” He instructs as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slides them down your legs. Grinning at the silvery strands that connect to the fabric as he pulls them away. “So wet already… were you thinking about me before I got back?” He asks as he tugs his boxers down his thighs, not wanting to worry about them later. “Always think about you when you’re gone–” you whisper as you arch off the bed, longing for his touch. “Yeah? Me too…” He lowers himself down onto the bed and kicks even more of the pillows off as he presses kisses to your inner thighs while he gets closer and closer to what he really wants– what he needs. “Spend so much time getting myself off to those naughty pictures you send… all the videos we’ve taken… Gettin’ me all worked up just thinking about them.” He licks a fat stripe through your folds and suckles on your clit, that smirk on his face growing wider as you twitch under his touch. “Why don’t we add to the collection, hm baby? Wanna take a video of how good I eat you out? Have something to remember me for the next time I’m away?” You nod your head and quickly scramble to find your phone. If it weren’t for the face id, you’d certainly be struggling to enter or even remember your password right now. That chime of the camera sounds and the flash turns on, reflecting in his honeyed eyes as he devours you. It's obscene. The way his chin and corners of his mouth are already covered in your slick. Or the way his eyes have never left the camera. Gods what did you do to deserve a man that takes such good care of you? 

That question lingers even longer when he kisses your thighs and spits right onto your pussy, only to bring two fingers to your cunt. “C’mon sweetheart, wanna hear you… don’t keep those cute noises all to yourself… wanna have this video too and watch it in the showers, or in my hotel room all alone and remember how good I made you feel.” When you start to get louder, he works even harder. Giving you his tongue and his fingers at the same time. He’s curling them inside of you so perfectly and hits that spot over and over again until you’re coming undone within minutes. “That’s it baby girl– ride it out– use me, please…” He begs you and hums against your cunt when you start to rock your hips against his face. You’re trying your best to hold the camera steady while your other hand reaches to fist his hair, tugging him even closer while another orgasm builds. “Kou– fuck… want your cock– please, need you after so long–” You beg and gods he can’t wait to replay this video over and over again, hearing you plead for him. “Anything for you– gimme the phone, sweetheart.” He removes his fingers, popping them in his mouth to wipe off the rest of your essence while he sits back on his haunches and takes the phone from you. 

“Be a good girl and get on all fours for me…” When you do what he asks, he gives your ass a little love smack and uses your phone to get a good view of your pussy. It's so slick with his saliva and he’s sure it’ll make it even easier to slip right in. 

Still, your boyfriend isn’t a small guy, so he spits right on the tip of his cock and pumps himself a few times. Of course making sure to record it for you later. 

He's got the phone pointed straight down as he watches his cock push past that tight ring of muscle through the screen. “F-fuck…” he mutters breathlessly, and you’re not far behind with curses of your own. “Hnngh, baby… go slow… been a while…” “I know love, you’re doing so good for me, aren’t you?” When all you do is nod your head he stills his hips, “Aren’t you?” He asks again in a more firm tone, “Yes– doing good for you, only for you, Kou… please.” 

Gods you really are such a good girl, his perfect baby. A few moments pass as he allows you to adjust, once you give him the okay, he draws back his hips and thrusts forward again. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes against the quiet walls of your shared bedroom and it’s music to his ears. Hearing that and hearing your cries of pleasure is all he could ever wish for. 

“Can already feel you clenching around me… gonna cum?” he asks as he continues to piston his cock into you, when you babble on a string of ‘yes’s and ‘please let me cum’ he tosses the phone on the bed and reaches around to rub tight circles around your clit. Working you up until that second release hits and you’re gushing round his cock, making a mess on the sheets below. 

“Fuck– squirting like that without a proper warning? Naughty girl…” He snickers as he picks up the pace even more, chasing that blissful high of his own. “Gonna cum, baby– gonna fill ya up nice and deep, yeah? Bet you missed this the most… missed my cum inside you, hm?” 

“Yes– fuck– yes, missed your cum– please, kou– need t’feel it, please!” You beg so pretty for him and he wouldn’t dream of not giving you what you wanted so with one final warning, he lets you know he’s cumming and shortly after he’s painting your walls white. 

He keeps thrusting, getting it as deep as he can until he’s given you everything he could hold before he collapses on top of you. Even with the video long forgotten about, the phone is still recording all the audio. He holds you close in his arms, pulling your leg over his hip with his cock still buried inside of you. “I love you, so much… you know that right?” 

You rest your hand on his chest and nod, “Yes, Kou. I know, and I love you too. Just as much.” 

He rubs soothing strokes along your backside and peppers your forehead with kisses until you’re closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep. He finds your phone as quietly as he can and flips the camera to face him, telling the camera one last time, ‘i love you’, before turning it off. 

Being away from you while he’s away for tournaments may suck, but getting to come home to you like this makes it all worthwhile.

[filthforfriends]

Chapter 11

Alpha!Damiano x Omega!Fem Reader

it's smutty enjoy!

First Day Back 

9:01 AM Before you left him to finish the assessment, Damiano pushed his giant, black sweatshirt into your hands, insisting you take it. 

“Please wear it,” was all you got via text until later in the evening.

Wear it until I pick you up in the morning like usual. Before and after you shower, especially if you do yoga before bed. Preferably with nothing under it.

Don’t worry about sweating when you sleep. I’ll like that.

So here you were, still horny from the night before, standing outside your house in anticipation. It was freezing, but still better than your dad’s potential reaction if Damiano came to the door. He was always on time. Just when you began to worry, you saw the headlights of his tan Chevy through the morning fog and practically ran into the street to meet him.

His leg bounces anxiously as you get in. The good morning kiss felt like nothing and he didn’t meet your eyes. Now you were both anxious.

“Hey, you.” When Dami turns you capture his face in both hands and press your foreheads together. He stares right back, eyes intense and present, and the tension leaves your body. He knows the chilling fear running through your head, and bumps noses affectionately to reassure you. 

9:21 AM You’d been sitting in the school parking lot with bated breath for several minutes. Dami’s dread was so visceral that you were experiencing it too. 

“If we go now you’ll be lost in the crowd. No one will notice you.” Damiano pulls at the hem of the black hoodie you wear. Confused, you shed your jacket so you can take it off. You’d assumed Dami wanted you to wear it out of territorialism. Instead he pulls off all his own layers, and is briefly shirtless before putting the sweatshirt on. 

The glimpse of his skin makes you momentarily ravenous and it occurs to you that you can’t remember the last time you made out amid this dumpster fire of a situation. Maybe a little bit Sunday morning when you were both emotionally exhausted. Yesterday’s meeting had been brief and plagued by prying eyes at all times. So it would have to be Friday, when you’d made love for the first and only time. 

Dami reaches into his backpack, pulling out a faded blue sweatshirt as a replacement for the black one.

“I’m fine, I won’t be cold.” Damiano rolls his eyes, leans over, opens your backpack, and stuffs it inside. When he sits up his scent gland nearly brushes your face.

“I need to ask you a question and just be completely honest,” you rush before you can lose your nerve. Dami’s curiosity is visibly piqued. 

“Can we have sex? I mean, while you figure everything out or –” Dami taps the center console once, and very aggressively, while nodding in a way that's gonna give him whiplash. He feels around the seat frantically, like he’s trying to find his car keys. He locates them and is about to turn the ignition when you realize the communication error that's been made.

“Not right now, Dami!” He throws the keys on the floor and his hands in the air. Dami retrieves his phone and types in a frenzy.

HOW IS MY BRAIN SUPPOSED TO WORK WHEN YOU SAY THAT!?!?!!!

You can’t help but burst out laughing at the desperation in his expression. He was really ready to abandon all responsibilities at the drop of a hat. You try to ignore the siren’s song convincing you to say fuck it.

DO NOT EXPECT FRONTAL LOBE INVOLVEMENT FROM ME WHEN YOU BRING UP SEX

You could tease him for being a pervy teenage boy who just couldn’t get enough, but the reality was that the intimacy you shared was profound, fierce, and radically organic. He could see that awareness in your eyes. Every second you spent confined in his car the likelihood of making it to first block decreased. 

“We need to go inside, love.” Damiano nods, this little distraction enough to make returning to school manageable. At least long enough to get through the door. You yank on all your layers and stumble out of the car. Dami puts his hood up. That, paired with dark jeans, black shoes, and an avoidance of eye contact reveals how much he doesn’t want to be perceived. 

Being non-verbal as a young alpha or omega wasn’t really hot gossip. Most of us have regularly interacted with a child or adolescent who wasn’t speaking at some point. Star, Lars, and basically the entire team knew already. Those who don’t will at practice tomorrow. The communication barrier and ignorant beta staff members are more the concern. To your understanding, Damiano has gone to school while non-verbal for a day or two before. It’s the prospect of judgment over something he’s powerless to that keeps Dami’s eyes glued to the linoleum.

You take his hand in front of everyone. It's a reminder that you’re proud to be his omega and the opinions of others are irrelevant. Weaving through the crowds, you walk him to the border of the cafeteria. The common area turns into the alpha portion of the school. Even after bidding Damiano goodbye, you stand at the invisible line and watch until his black hood disappears into the throng. 

Only then does it occur to you that he was wearing your smell as a coping mechanism. Damiano had nothing under the sweatshirt because he wanted fabric that had touched your bare skin against his, even if it was impractical. But it was more than that for him. Jay had asked Damiano to find things he associated with calm, so he could create tools instead of shutting the world out. The whole team spoke endlessly about building resilience instead of barriers. His therapist seemed to be the only one that accepted Dami just didn’t have inner peace to access right now.

So whenever the panic from a pointed, scandalized stare climbed up his throat, Dami could trick himself into thinking you were within reach. When socializing became so overwhelming he wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, Dami escaped inside his own head. He thought of you quietly doing homework, sitting cross legged on the end of your bed and imagined that instead of watching from above, he was there too. Maybe doing his own homework, maybe laid back and admiring that you occasionally bite your lip in thought. After a few moments, the overwhelm would pass

1:04 PM You’d been pulled out of study hall by the head of the aerospace engineering competitive team, Mx. Varela. Apparently they needed a member in your year who was a strong mathematician.

“I’m not even on the math team and I don’t know anything about rockets.”

“You have an A in Physics and Advanced Algebra. Let your teammates worry about the rockets.”

“And a B in Engineering.” It was highly debatable that you were the most qualified availability in your grade.

“Advanced Engineering. How many other 10th years are in that class?”

“I don’t know, it was just on my schedule at the beginning of the year.” Truthfully, you had no desire to be one of the academic devotees that spent all of their free time on campus. Leaving school with Damiano was usually your favorite part of the day.

“What’s the real reason?” Mx. Varela stands with a hand on their hip.

“I just don’t like engineering that much,” you shrug. “And I already have a bunch of homework.”

“You’ll receive school credit for Aerospace 101. It’s three hours a week instead of five and you can do one of the weekly meetings during Wednesday’s study hall.”

“So I’d have to stay after school twice a week?” you complain. 

“Two of the weekly meetings during study hall as long as you’re passing English. Final offer.” It was a good bargain. Homework was so mind-numbing that you could rarely focus for more than half of 5th block. Somehow, blaring music at home made everything except English go quickly. 

“Maybe…”

“Good, you start now. Get your stuff.” Mx. Varela had chosen today because many of the school clubs were making posters for upcoming events during study hall. In the common area, brightly hued scrolls of paper covered several tables, around which a mix of students huddled. Only then did it occur to you that Romero’s Aerospace Engineering Team would be integrated. 

When you approached the only barren table, everyone went around introducing themselves. You didn’t catch a single name, trying to read their pheromones. Two omegas that you recognized from your study hall stood on the fringes of the interaction. Mx. Varela thanked them for volunteering to help, even though they obviously just wanted to get out of class. 

“First block ransacked the cafeteria supply closet, so we’ve been using the big one in the South Hall.” Teachers could try to rebrand with new names as much as they liked, but everyone knew that the South Hall was the border.  It was, in fact, a supply room, outside of which mailmen stacked boxes of wholesale markers and pens. It was across from the first alpha class room, just slightly over the line. Situated there because both sides restock their supplies from its inventory. 

It got you thinking, what was the chance that a protective alpha notices adventurous omegas using the supply room at the beginning of the last four classes? What was the chance that they figured out it was study hall? Damiano knew your schedule and you his.

“I’d be happy to go get supplies!” you chirp, raising a hand and bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“Alright,” Mx. Varela agrees slowly, confused by your sudden enthusiasm. “Take Rosemary with you. She knows her way around.” A 12th year beta comes to your side with a forced smile. She doesn’t speak until you’re out of hearing range from the group.

“It's two betas and three alphas,” she blurts. “The team, you’re the only omega.”

“God damn it,” you groan.

“So, um, so you’re with that 11th year right? We have World History together.” Of course, she had a crush. “I wish I could pull girls like he used to. If you know any of his secrets I’d love to hear.” 

“You know, that’s really not where I thought this conversation was going,” you admit.  Rosemary looks mortified.

“Ew, god no!” she cringes. “Not ‘god no’ him personally, but just men in general. There’s this omega in my AP Bio class who’s just…” she audibly sighs. “She used to have a massive crush on Damiano and like, I get that he looks like a statue and all. Sorry, people say I’m off putting.”

“I think you’re fine.” She smiles again, and this time it's genuine. As soon as you turn the corner, you scan your surroundings.

“Dami,” you call. “Damia-nooo.” Rosemary turns to you like you’ve lost your mind. “He’s around here somewhere. He’s always watching.” 

“What? Like a serial killer?” You splutter as Rosemary opens the door.

“Dami, you’re making me look crazy,” you say into thin air. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Yep, he’s close. The scent of his pheromones is so faint it's more like feeling his presence intuitively. You pout, wishing he’d come greet you.

“I can’t reach,” Rosemary grunts, from inside the supply room. Even without Dami, the trip is worth it. There’s something so interesting about seeing the inner-workings of an institution that feels omnipresent the way school does. You look around for something to stand on and get a wicked good idea. 

Cupping your hands over her ear, you whisper, “gasp and then say my name like you’re worried.” She’s confused, but game. Dramatically, Rosemary inhales sharply and you rattle a box of scissors and drop a stapler on the floor.

“Oh my god, y/n!” Damiano rounds the door frame before you can blink. His hands are outstretched as if to catch you, so you throw yourself into his arms. Dami immediately wrenches you backward, eyes searching for an injury or symptom.

“I’m fine,” you beam, and he crushes you in a hug again. “Oof – air. Dami, air!”

“I really thought you were totally conceited, but you were right,” marvels Rosemary. Damiano finally takes notice of his surroundings and awkwardly waves in greeting. He subtly slides one hand under your sweater when he shifts his embrace from a hug into holding you from behind.

 “So this is my stalker, Dami.” He pinches the soft flesh above your hip. “Ow, okay!” you jump. “This is my boyfriend, Dami.” Pinch. “This is my stalker-boyfriend?” you try, teasing him in retribution. He enjoys the way you jump and squeak in reaction a little too much. Damiano pinches you once more as revenge for the mini heart attack.

“Ouch! This is my alpha. Is that what you want me to say?” You bat his hand away, but instead he slides his warm palm over the sensitive skin of your stomach. As Rosemary turns to reach for the paper again, he even dips his pinky below the waistline of your jeans. You hold your breath, pussy throbbing at the proximity of his fingers. His long, capable fingers that easily massaged your scent glands and helped you finally release after getting so pent up. 

“Okay. Damiano, can you grab this please?” Rosemary points to the roll of yellow paper above the cabinets. He lets go and tears off a long sheet.

  “And the red paint?” She points at the corner cabinet while gathering a ruler, glitter, and other supplies. You’d just wanted Damiano to stop playing Mr. Cool, but Rosemary had the smarts to make use of him. After organizing everything to carry back, she looks two of you up and down with a smirk.

“Are we gonna walk back together or…?”

“Yeah, for sure,” you respond, fanning yourself. Just the proximity to Dami raised your body temperature. Rosemary exits first, so you have a couple seconds alone. Instead of being miffed over his teasing, you decide to return it.

“I have a secret to tell you.” Surprisingly, he leans down without question, leveling his ear with your mouth. Again, you cup your hands and whisper.

“After your texts last night, I fingered myself while wearing this sweatshirt. But I actually wanted to ball it up and ride it like that pillow.” You skip away before he can recover and catch you, but he still tries. Damiano’s hands fumble to grasp a wrist or elbow so he can haul you back inside the little room. However, you manage to slip away, carefree while Dami seems to be suffering from tachycardia. You check over your shoulder once more before rounding the corner. He’s slumped against the door, eyes wide in shock. You hold your hair up, as if you’re going to put it in a ponytail. Of course this isn’t the case, bruising considered. However, it gives Damiano a chance to see all his bite marks on your neck. It's a reminder: you belong to him and you know it. 

3:14 PM “Well, you’re home a little early.”  Isabella is waiting in the kitchen as soon as Dami opens the door. It should be 3:17, but he’d dragged you into the parking lot and driven much faster than usual after an hour and a half of desperate texts.

HOW

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO BACK TO CLASS

Fucking hell I can’t stop thinking about how I got to teach you to do that. 

Just jacked off in the school bathroom like a 12 year old because I needed to actually focus in algebra so thanks for that.

If I sprained my wrist it's your fault.

“Yeah, how’s it going?” you ask out of habit, while taking off your boots.

“Good, good. What was your first day back like, Dam? Your team suggested I report back.” He gives a thumbs up, but tilted a few degrees sideways to indicate decent instead of great. Unsatisfied, Isabella props her forearms on the counter, looking at him expectantly.

“So how was it?” she prompts, leaning forward like he’s gonna choose this moment to resume speaking. Damiano grabs your wrist and tugs towards his bedroom. Maybe he can disappear in silence, but you can’t.

“Dami stood on his desk in the middle of history and recited the Gettysburg Address from start to finish.” 

“He did? No he didn’t,” Isabella scoffs, realizing it's a joke. “You have the most unique comedic timing, y/n.” You thank her, even though it's probably an insult. Shaking her head at your sarcasm occupies Isabella’s focus for a moment. Dami pulls you down the hall, just as he had through the common area before you got the chance to say bye to anyone. 

While he shuts and locks the door you begin shedding the outer layers of your outfit. As soon as the nob clicks you turn around to kiss Damiano and find that he’s not there. He’s crouched down and unfastening your pants with laser focus.

“Oh, okay,” you beamed, aching for him. Belt, button, fly, and Dami places your dominant hand on his shoulder for balance while pulling the fabric down. When it gets stuck on your left ankle he gets frustrated and growls, yanking at it so aggressively he nearly knocks you over. As soon as the jeans are off Dami’s gaze focuses on your groin. Just observing his feral desperation is enough to make your cunt throb.

Damiano looks up to check your expression, then herds you towards the bed by your hips. With the back of your knees against the mattress, you look at him for direction. Losing all composure, he pushes you down, then forces himself to freeze. It appears his impatience has reached agony as Dami wrenches his laptop out of his bag in order to communicate. .

When I squeeze you say yes/no. 

He slides back down your body so he’s kneeling on the floor. Wanting to give him room on the bed, you scoot up. Damiano growls, using a harsh grip under your knees to haul you back down. The excitement shoots up your spine and through your arms. He's being so vocal that it makes the seat of your underwear wet and sticky.

Given the positioning it should have been obvious, but oral was so far from on your mind. You would have trimmed the hedges, so to speak, had you anticipated

“Okay, but I haven’t showered since yesterday and –” Your voice climbs in pitch as he rips your underwear down, and pushes your thighs apart. Damiano doesn’t even bother getting the garment off both legs. Stitches tear as he gets the left side over your foot, but he just brushes the right side out of the way. He presses his face in between your thighs, breathing in your smell so forcefully that it'd be comical in another situation. 

He locates your clit with his thumb first and then attaches his mouth. You squeal at such forceful suction, reflexively trying to get away, but he won’t let you. He drags you so far down the bed it feels like you’re about to fall off and presses his face between your legs again.

“Dami, Dami, it’s, that’s…okay. Okay,” you pant, as he focuses on your hymen. He traces around your opening with the tip of his tongue, moaning for the first time at the taste. It reverberates throughout your entire body. This is what had him so feral. Propped up on your elbows, you can see his absolute focus while inserting his pointer finger. He tries to go slow, thrusting shallowly. You probably thought this was about eating you out and not about wanting to eat you alive. 

Carefully sweeping the pad of his finger back and forth, Damiano finds your scent glands. He pushes down on one side, forcefully massaging. You feel embarrassed because the motion is causing you to release an excessive amount of slick, more than was productive for sex. Not wanting Damiano to be put off, you try to back away. His snarl startles you. His top lip is almost curling, like a wolf guarding its food. Using both hands, he grabs your thighs and pulls you back down. You stay completely still, wishing Dami was verbal enough to communicate the goal. 

He laps up the slick carefully, and you remind yourself to trust him. Using more force than in the past, he pushes the tip of his tongue inside you. It's a new sensation, nothing like getting fingered. Dami can articulate that appendage as he can nothing else: hot, wet, and oh so soft. Dami’s powerful moan vibrates through your abdomen at the taste of your cunt. He makes crude, slurping noises, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder. 

“I ta – taste different?” He nods between your legs, finally raising his eyes. He’s gone into headspace, and you can feel his sharp canines pressed just outside your vulva. The proximity of what had easily pierced your skin a few days ago, right against your most delicate place, creates the strongest fear response to date. He’d never hurt you, at least not on purpose, but an accident was inevitable at some point. 

“Careful. Be careful,” you urged. You’d only had this done to you a few times, and never to completion. There’s the concern about how long it might take you. Not to mention, high schooler boys rarely had adequate technique. Dami may be experienced and educated enough, but you were far too nervous to reach orgasam right now. One little nic would make everything painful for days. “Damiano,” you tug at his hair, trying to catch his attention and warn him. Assuming that pulling up meant you wanted his mouth to move up, Dami parted your inner folds. He used his tongue with a little help with his pointer finger, and fuck did it feel amazing. Dami paid careful attention to the center of your vulva, a place you ignored for lack of efficacy. Efficacy wasn’t the point, it was enjoyment. Selfishly, Damiano was prioritizing his own in tasting your slick. 

Not only was your vulva filled with nerve endings, but receiving touch for the first time yielded the area highly sensitive. The way you squirmed and omitted high pitched noises both triggered Dami’s prey drive and his urge to protect. Every time you pulled away, but allowed yourself to be brought closer again, he wanted to savor the soft tissue of your inner thigh, feel how it gave way in his mouth. It was unfair for flesh to be so pillowy and biteable when he had to keep his teeth to himself.  

When Damiano shifted his focus to the right of your cunt, you breathed a sigh. However, he began forcefully working a hickey into the widest part of your leg. With someone else this wouldn’t be indicative of anything, but Dami used hickies to supplement his urge to bite. As soon as he sucked the tender skin into his mouth, he pulled it between his teeth. Tugging, tugging, forcing himself to release while tightening his grip on your flank. An alarm was sounding in his head, Damiano reminding himself that he couldn’t just bite you when he wanted to convey affection. He sure as shit couldn’t remember why though.

Dami dropped his head in an effort to think, only for his downward gaze to fall on a wet spot on his sheets. Your slick had dripped from your pussy and onto the bed while he was preoccupied. Like liquid gold, and he’d wasted it. Thank god this was a product of marking, because if your cunt smelled this delicious to other alphas, Damiano would have to commit a war crime. And he would too. 

The only thing that could compete with this heady elixir was the knowledge that it was made by your body for him, only. Every drop of slick belonged to him. Which meant your cunt belonged to him too, and then also your scent glands. Your neck belonged to him and so did every moan he elicited too. Every noise of pleasure, including masturbation if you were thinking of him and why the fuck couldn’t he bite you again? 

Damiano was obviously mulling something over in his head, bearing his teeth while he did so. If you didn’t want him to break the skin, you could just ask and he’d respect that. But you can’t say the words, because it's not the real truth. You were afraid it’d hurt or bleed, without the invincible feeling of craving a mark. However, that was entirely different from an exclusive interest in gentle touches. The animal side of Damiano both captured and compelled you, while also scaring you shitless.

His brow furrows in thought, and Dami accidentally bumps your clit with his nose. You squeak in surprise and the next minute he’s forcing his tongue as far inside as possible while growling. At first the bridge of his nose is pressed to the top of your pussy, brushing against your clitorous. You finally engage, one arm propping you up and your free hand guiding Damiano until his face was situated in a way that made your mouth fall open.

“Mhm, like that,” you pant. Thinking he was helping, Dami pressed his face more firmly against your pussy while swapping his tongue out for two fingers. It goes from pleasurable to forceful to painful.

“Too much, Dami!” He looks up to check on you, while his fingers find your untouched scent gland. His gaze turns from concerned to ravenous as he watches you fall apart. 

“Ah!” you cry out, arm buckling and leaving you to collapse on the bed awkwardly. Dami’s gaze devours the way your breasts jiggle and nipples harden. You try to adjust, but he’s is so fucking insistent massaging your scent gland. The release makes you feel even again, balanced. Dami hauls your other leg onto his shoulder and outright drinks the slick from your body. 

He’s too deep in headspace to feel shame or self-consciousness. Dami tries to create a seal with his lips around your entrance. He growls, and suckles, and growls some more. It’s a totally novel sound, all desperation and no heat. You try to comfort him with a weak, shaking hand in his hair. This soon fails when he switches to licking you clean, because now you’re his pup again. Pups can’t speak, but you can still feel his canines against your skin as he kisses your cunt. This combination makes your nerves peak and chest tighten. Suddenly this is more intimidating than it is pleasurable. 

You tap the bedding twice in short succession. By the third repetition Dami recognizes the signal and is crouched over you. His eyes rake up and down your body for the source of the issue, but all you need is to feel safe for a few moments so your nervous system can calm down. You try to communicate that you’re in head space with your eyes and somehow he picks up on it immediately. 

Damiano reaches up to move the covers back and is so patient with your hindered movements. He pulls you a few feet onto the bed and helps you get your legs back from jelly to functional. Dami crouches, guarding as you slowly crawl under the covers. He slides in behind, helping you the rest of the way and throws the blankets over top.

The embrace starts as spooning, but naturally you gravitate towards laying on your stomach. He adjusts, one arm always snug around your waist. His free hand sweeps the hair from your face, making sure you can still breath. He rests that forearm just above your head and the sensation of being boxed in by Dami is immediately soothing. The weight of the covers, presence of his body, and comfort of the position result in a heavy sigh of contentment. Yes, this is exactly what you needed and Damiano knew that.

Dami is affectionate and reassuring in canine dialect, his hums and rumbles both felt and heard. The sensation that you’ve been plunged into headspace without warning subsides, even as everything remains fuzzy. Dami knows your predisposition to panicking when your biology takes control and is trying to keep you in this calm mentality. Marking is only going to make things more intense and now he’s wishing you’d taken that step after making love a few times first. You’re dealing with so many unknowns and exercising an incredible amount of faith right out the gate.

At first you enjoy the sensation of being in headspace with so much physical and emotional intimacy. Then you convince yourself to enjoy it. Then you attempt to ignore the claustrophobia because, if anything, you’ve sunk deeper rather than gotten closer to the surface. At this point Dami can feel you tensing and you try to break out of headspace with brute force. You make your heavy eyelids stay open, screaming at your body to move, trying to form speech. The inability to create a cognizant thought causes your chest to tighten in panic.

Damiano scents you but it's a careful balancing act between calming and making the dissociation worse. It has the unintended effect of bringing all attention to your engorged cunt. Expelling slick was a far cry from orgasam. All that stimulation, though not for your benefit, had worked you up dramatically and suddenly you’re very bothered by Dami’s state of dress.

Your free hand crawls up to Damiano’s arm and tugs at his sleeve. You whine to indicate that you want something and he puts the two together quickly. Damiano sheds his clothes while keeping as close as possible. His hard cock is pressed to your tailbone and careful hands work your sweater and bra off. As soon as Damiano takes you in his arms the skin and skin contact grounds you.

His embrace is gentle enough that you can scoot up until his cock is level with the crease of your glute. Damiano assumes you're getting comfortable up until his dick is suddenly between your thighs, against your pussy. He makes a sound like he’s just been punched and tenses so hard it knocks the wind out of you.

“Air, air!” you wheeze, pulling at his muscular forearms, flexed to display his veins. Dami relaxes only to jolt again when you undulate your hips, working his cock against your vulva and inner thighs wetted with slick. Leaning forward allows the end of his shaft to bump your clit. It feels best when his cock pulses as it becomes painfully hard. Trying to keep the stimulation close, you rub your thighs together and that leaves you moaning into the bed. How were you ever supposed to use a dildo when you’d felt Dami’s racing heart throbbing against your pussy as he whimpered behind you? 

All the arousal was making him sweat which meant you got to smell his body odor too. Trying to bring your alpha closer somehow, you reach between your legs and part your labia. He follows your hand and ceases breathing while trying to figure out what you were doing. When he feels the next rush of slick drip directly onto his cock, Dami’s primal brain takes over. Against his will, Damiano’s hips stuttered forward at a crazed pace for a few seconds. He holds you tighter through it, trying to weather the instinctual response. 

 Since it’s so obvious that you want, nay need, the same thing, you take initiative, arching your hips back. Shifting your pelvis lines Damiano’s cock up with your entrance. Everything is already so well lubed that his tip begins slipping past the ring of your hymen. However, the head of Dami’s cock is flared and you can’t get enough traction to push him inside. You try bracing your hands against the bedsheet and pushing back, but it doesn’t work without Damiano’s lower body engaged as well as his upper.

Rather than endure the sexual frustration you attempt to ask nicely with a whimper and nuzzling against his bicep. Dami’s pheromones shift and he momentarily loses his self restraint by forcefully nibbling behind your ear. His face is tucked against your neck, so you have to abandon the stimulation and flip over to address him. Chest to chest, you fling one leg over his hip and bring his throbbing cock against your cunt again. His free hand shoots over to your thigh, but trembles mid-air. The only thing that makes contact are barely there brushes of his fingertips. Whatever this thing was, some blinding hunger that he was holding at bay, you had to know it. 

Rather than asking a question with words: can we make love? You make a request with your expression and energy. When your eyes finally do meet, his charcoal black, you try to convey how deeply into sexual submission you’re willing to fall. Let's make love. Damiano sees the request for what it is: an expression of necessity. I need you to take my autonomy away so that I can be reenergized. 

He finally allows his hand to mold the supple tissue of your thigh and uses the hold to roll the both of you onto your back. Dami sits up, moving away from instead of into you. A sound of dissent threatens to surface when Damiano throws your thighs over his. His legs are splayed out to the side and yours extended behind him. It’s an odd sex position, but Dami isn’t using it for love making. His gaze falls to your exposed pussy, running a finger from clitoral hood to vaginal opening. 

Dami inserts one finger, then two. The pace is slower than anything else has been today and the urge to protest in canine dialect wins. You whine, which drops Damiano’s peaceful smile and does nothing else. Despite how testy he’d been earlier, you squirm away and Dami huffs in frustration. 

“No!” he barks. His voice was scratchy and guttural from lack of use. Hearing him speak surprises you so much that you freeze. That single syllable was probably accidental. Still, you’re fighting emotions that aren’t conducive to orgasam.

Let me admire you.

He types with his left hand while his right never leaves your body. Dami’s fingers drag your slick back up your pussy then strokes down either side. He does the motion again, grinning as your entrance tenses from the teasing. Damiano uses his index and middle finger to trace between your inner and outer labia. You can feel his hip bones digging into your thighs as your entire body squeezes down. When your brain registers that there’s nothing for you to squeeze down on you become blatantly needy.

“Inside me now,” you punctuate with two painfully high pitched whines. Last night you’d felt too intimidated by the intensity of your first time to have penetrative sex so soon. Now you were begging. 

In Damiano’s face is an awareness of how much marking had demanded of you. At times, you’d been overwhelmed to the point of distress. Today he’d just wanted orgasam for the both of you, satisfied with however that was reached. Since Friday night, his brain had been supplying him with endless possibilities: a Plan A and if that was too much, a Plan B, and if that was still overwhelming a Plan C. For each variable he’d come up with alternatives and corresponding aftercare. All these fantasies had sustained him.

Some were simple: like eating you out until the over-sensitivity had you begging for a break. Others banked on your love of friction: thigh riding, allowing you to grind against the fly of Dami’s jeans while seated on his lap. A personal favorite was having you straddle his supine body and rubbing your clit up and down his shaft. This would be a great first step in teaching you how to make yourself cum while riding his cock. Or perhaps you’d already figured this out and wouldn't that be a glorious visual. Cheeks flushed, mouth parted while panting, fighting to keep your eyelids open, and letting out those primal, little grunts you never seemed to be aware you were making.

By the end of today he’d come up with seven different positions he'd like to finger you in. Some allowed kissing, others allowed him to admire your body and how it reacted in order to catalog every microscopic response. Upon remembering you were wearing tight jeans, Damiano had even brainstormed acts that didn’t require you to take your clothes off. He’d prepared himself well, all to counteract how badly he wanted to fuck you on the bedroom floor until your squealed and kicked and cried and scratched and bit and demanded more even though you were sore. 

Now, here you were beneath him. Trying to school your face into something irresistible as if you hadn’t been irresistible since skipping into the street to meet him this morning. Your eagerness to greet Dami had been completely untainted by all of the bullshit. Then you launched your entire being into a kiss of unmitigated joy and his brain had short circuited. And now he was supposed to cope with you pleading for his cock. It was a fucking impossible task for any mortal being, especially one enslaved to whatever golden elixir lay between your legs.

Much to your delight, Damiano had surged forward into missionary position so quickly that you couldn’t even keep track of his limbs. In an impassioned dichotomy, Damiano’s right hand rubbed the head of his dick against your pussy while his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Except, this time no knot. I’m sorry, I just –” Dami pulls back so you can see his expression, eyebrows furrowed in empathy. “Right, you understand.” Speech is possible, but it feels unnatural. Damiano rests some of his weight on you in order to free a hand.

But I don’t need to understand your boundaries to respect them. 

At a loss for words, you nod in return, goosebumps raising on your arms. It was a radical thing for an alpha to say to his omega. If Dami would give you the tiniest bit of momentum forward, you wouldn’t have to be separate. Searching for the right word or expression makes you desperate enough that your bottom lip trembles. Instead, you wrap both legs around Dami and pull him closer, nails digging into his shoulder blades. The burning desire for your alpha has your cunt engorged with blood and throbbing just like his cock.

Dami heeds your request and the diameter stretch of his shaft is more challenging than last time. Immediately, your chest tightens with anxiety. What if you can’t take it? What if he doesn’t fit and you can’t have sex? Only then does it occur to you that this might have been quite painful last time, but you hadn’t noticed because your brain was flooded with endorphins in anticipation of a mark. 

Less than half of the way in, Dami stops because you’re too tense for this to be comfortable on either side. He can see you thinking that it’s the end of the world and not a natural part of the process. It’s the second time ever that you’ve taken an alpha cock. He settles the weight of his pelvis and prompts you to look up at him. Dami’s face is relaxed, unbothered, without a hint of impatience. The fact that he expected this reaction from you puts everything in perspective and you take a deep breath.

During the exhale, he pushes deeper inside. You sink into the mattress rather than flexing every muscle in fear of failure. All that tensing seems to be the main issue because Dami grunts at the amount he’s able to penetrate. A hand moves to stroke your hair and your brain is a little cloudy. Only then do you make the connection from the compulsion for deep breaths and Damiano’s pheromones shifting to reassure you.

“Hm…mhm,” you sigh, head heavy against the pillow. He thrusts forward, but has to pause again. The anger at your body for this betrayal is red hot, and twists your face into resentment. Relax, relax, just fucking relax! Why won’t your body let you make love to the alpha you trust so deeply? The exasperation brought tears to your eyes, and that felt like just another betrayal. 

“I want it to work! I want you! I don’t understand.” The emotional anguish manifested as tension that actually pushed Dami out. You panicked, trying to bring him closer by wrapping your legs around his waist, but that just hurt. He kisses your forehead and pulls out. Your body is failing at its very purpose. Your stomach sinks as if its it's being closed in a fist at Damiano just outright giving up so easily. How long can you keep an alpha without penetrative sex? How long could you keep your sanity without Damiano making love to you?

Damiano’s anxiety about future expectations couldn’t compete with the instinct to protect. You had absolutely no sense of perspective and were looking at him like he’d abandoned you. All Dami wanted was to put a pillow under your hips to make things more comfortable. 

“Hips up,” he coaches. For a moment the sound of his voice renders you frozen. Damiano repeats himself, drawing out each syllable, and your brain finally processes the command.

“Is this because you’re an alpha?”

“This is because it feels good.”

He lays down to eliminate space between your bodies and places his lips against the shell of your ear.

“I know you feel like you can take it all at once, but hormone suppressants limit the production of oxytocin and relaxin. Your pelvis isn’t as elastic, but you still have to be nice to your body. It’s doing its best and I’m not in any rush.” Even in whispers, the timbre of Damiano’s voice is warm and soothing. He can taste the tears while kissing your profile, feel the sob rattling your chest.

“I missed-ed the s-sound of you–your voice.” You take a couple gasping breaths and try to control the tears.

“I can feel that. I can feel you.” The meaning of that second sentence doesn’t click until the next exhale, when Dami thrusts forward until he bumps your cervix, all the way behind your belly button. The sensation is so deep so immediately that it startles you. Dami is propped up on his arms again, watching your expression. There’s surprise, but no pain. He wishes you would stop crying. However, if the situation were reversed, and he hadn’t heard your voice in nearly a week, he’d be wiping snot away between ugly sobs.

Even though he’s stationary and waiting for you to acclimate, Dami’s chest is heaving like he just finished practice. He closes his eyes and scowls while trying to take deep breaths that just get caught in his throat. You’ve never seen his self control so thin.

“My love, what’s happening?” Damiano shakes his head and sets his jaw. “I know what it looks like when you’re holding –” He growls and shifts, right hand getting a bruising hold on your thigh. The flesh puckers up between his fingers while he pulls back and drives into you. Instead of the normal conscientious movement, Damiano thrusts deeper than you’ve ever been penetrated. There's no braking for safety or sanity’s sake and he bottoms out uncomfortably. This makes you yelp, but Damiano doesn’t stop thrusting; he just shortens the strokes and holds even tighter. His face relaxes while plunging his cock into your cunt at a jack rabbit pace, even with the sound of skin roughly colliding with skin.   

“Dami,” you whisper. His eyes fly open and he freezes, body so full of kinetic energy that he’s nearly quivering. Using both hands on his back, you pull your alphas body downwards. As soon as that skin to skin contact is reestablished he’s gyrating back and forth. Dami’s lips are curled to reveal his teeth as he snarls and tries to control the feral, sexual kinetic energy. He’s being so passionate and god damn forceful that his pubic bone nudges your clit.

“Do that again!” you mewl. Dami grinds against you from slightly varying angles, but can’t elicit the right sensation. 

“Scoot down,” he grunts, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Every time he speaks, it echoes through your ribcage like a hymn. Laying directly under Dami combined with the elevation from the pillow evokes that pleheavenly sensation you’d sought a moment ago, clit against his happy trail. Your alpha resumes plowing into you over and over, until it pushes you up the mattress. Every vein and tendon in Dami’s neck is visible and his face is flushed bright red. Hot puffs of air hit your cheek as he fights for adequate oxygen. He might as well be sprinting, but the need for relief obviously outweighs exhaustion.

Damiano is visibly working through something so you relax against the bed and enjoy the view. His hands, slick with sweat, try to create a grip on the slats of his headboard so he can build momentum. As if repeatedly driving you into the mattress wasn’t already audible. Every muscle is flexed, from his forearms to his pecs. Tiny beads of sweat collect just below his hairline in a pattern. He hasn’t bothered to put his hair up, and tangled locks tickle your nipples.

Dami’s right hand slips and you hear fabric rip right next to your ear. The appendage at fault, unfurled in a claw shape, tries to find purchase on the edge of the mattress and ends up tearing the fitted sheet. It’s a reminder of how much raw power Dami contains. He cries out in frustration as the other hand falls. When Dami’s chest collides with yours, it also brings your pelvises closer. What had started as a nice little bit of stimulation becomes delicious. He gasps for air while readjusting, mumbling something you don’t understand. On the next instroke you’re moaning against his shoulder.

“Talk to me! Anything, grocery list, doesn’t matter.” The inappropriateness of the outburst only hits you after the words are said. You can’t just demand someone who hasn’t spoken for five days to do so for the sake of your orgasam. 

“Ho un debole,” he gasps, “per te! Ti amo con tutto il cu – cuore!” His thrusts become shallow: cock fully seated, out a couple inches, and back inside you. You almost complain about the loss of your stimulation when Dami growls and both hands become fists. He freezes, collapses, gets his forearms back under him, and fights for air with a necessity that's uncomfortable to observe. Then he tries to resume full strokes, collapses again, and convulses. It's such a visceral reaction that your alpha is squirming not to lose physical closeness while whining into the bed.

“Y/n, y/n,” he whimpers. You soothe him through whatever this moment of intensity is. Then give Damiano a minute to recuperate before continuing, just enjoying the sensation of his cock, the way it was warm, filling, and reassuring. After a couple seconds, Damiano  props his chin up and looks at you. His expression is novel. Damiano averts his eyes and smiles with only the right side of his mouth. It’s not a real smile though, he’s bashful.

“What?” you jostle him.

“I, I…” he sighs and meets your gaze. “Finished. I – this is so fucking embaressing. I’m really sorry.” He covers his face with one hand then hides his expression against your breast instead. “It’s just I was so focused on holding back a knot that I –”

“You were in pain,” you exclaim, horrified. How could you not consider Damiano obvious discomfort when he did knot you? Holding back must have been excruciating. You could have worn a condom to make things easier, but even the thought of putting barriers between you was offensive.

“No! Well…yeah, but mostly I just couldn’t do both. Plus, you’re so,” he trails off and sighs, still panting. “I don’t know what it is, but I’d probably drink your bath water at this point.”

“Ew, Dami!” 

“What? It’s not my fault you became an addictive substance post marking!”

“Uh TMI, but I’m probably ovulating. Maybe that’s affecting you now that I’m claimed?” Dami’s cock twitches inside you, but at the same time he lets out a forlorn groan. “What is it!?”

“You’re telling me I’m gonna have to survive this every month?” He drops his head against your neck in defeat, where Dami is suddenly very distracted by your scent gland.

“It’s only one day a month and we –” You swallow hard to muster up some courage. “We can make love every time and I can even skip showering afterwards.”

“If you don’t shower I’m gonna have a brain aneurysm,” he quips, darkly. “Sweat, slick, all those fucking pheramones, plus my smell all over you…

“Yeah?” You undulate your hips against his, coaxing Dami to resume thrusting. He catches on, mouth falling open from the sensation.

“I, I mean you — I wouldn’t let you leave my house. I’d just keep you in my den and drink your slick and…” He trails off, crawling his forearms forward to bring his hips a couple inches above yours. By thrusting shallowly, you get to rub your clit against the base of his cock. Its a fuck of a lot more effective that brushing his skin an inch up and getting tickled by body hair. A desperate cry leaves your mouth before you can calibrate the noise into something pretty, or at least quieter.

“Legs up,” he pants. Discovering the pleasure in forcefully rubbing against Damiano is intuitive. Getting the rhythm is a bit of trial and error, but when he rests his pelvis the pressure on your clit makes you see stars. Dami’s groin is so close to yours that you can barely see his mauve shaft, shining with slick, plunging in and out of your body. His member is progressively getting darker as more blood flows to the area. It’s then that you finally realize, without knowing it, you’ve taken every inch of his alpha cock. Just to experience Dami’s appendage in its full glory, you use your heels to bring his groin against yours with targeted force. Simultaneously, you buck off the pillow and Dami thrusts so deeply that his pubic bone is flush against yours.

You whine in canine dialect, an uninhibited expression of feral satiation. By some heavenly instinct, Dami grinds up and down against your vulva, stimulating your g-spot in the process. You rake your nails down his back and wonder why the fuck you’d never tried this before. The stimulation was so powerful you could feel your eyes sting as they watered. Your feet are kicking the air just trying to externalize some of it.

Finally checking on Damiano, and he has a look of tortured concentration. You speak with the intent of bringing him, wherever he is, into this wonderful moment with you.

“Love, I can take all of you. Can you feel it? Are you proud of me?” He whimpers and nods, which is much less of a response than you were expecting. Reading the expressions Damiano makes during sex would have to be a skill you eventually hone. For example, he looks unhappy, but his body is full of enthusiasm, from his committed thrusts to his pulsing cock to his noises of pleasure.

“This feels so fucking incredible that I –” a couple tears run down your cheeks from the intensity of sensation. You bring a hand to Dami’s hair and watch his face begin to relax before he does the worst thing possible. Damiano’s eyes fly open in panic and he tries to pull out. You lock your legs around him, one hand cupping his neck and the other digging your nails into his back. It’s like being woken by having freezing water dumped on your face.

“NO! No, no, stop.” He shakes his head and tries to wrench backward. Even before your conscious mind realized how much it didn’t want this moment to end, your animal brain clamped down with every ounce of strength.

“Let go so I don’t hurt you!” he growls.

“Stop! Why?”

“Knot. Can’t stop it. Can’t!”

“Yes! Yes, I want it!”

“Y/n,” he warns, pulling back with considerably less vigor. His face is twisted in pain, teeth clenched. The vein in the center of his forehead is visible as he strains.

“I changed my mind! I want it. Love, come here, I want it.” Damiano completely collapses and exhales hard.

“I can’t stop it. Can’t,” he whimpers, shuddering. “I can’t, I can’t.” He sounds so upset at this tiny niche where he doesn’t have self-control. 

“Love, will you please knot me? Can I have your knot? I want it so bad,” you whisper into his ear. “Please make love to me with your knot.” You can’t imagine a version of yourself that wouldn’t want to be connected this way, at any cost. All that anxiety melted away, so forgotten that you didn’t even recall making this request until the moment of. Dami nods against your neck, accepting this.

“Show me your face.” You try to pull his head upwards. All Dami can manage is resting his forehead against yours, trying not to slip in the sweat. The release of all this pressure is euphoric for him, but forming the knot is still uncomfortable. He’s freezing up and hunkering down, hands in fists, upper body tensed.

“Move with me a little,” you coo, just rocking your hips. Damiano does so and it helps him process the overwhelming sensation. You can feel the knot forming this time, know where it's going to be centered. Having that intrusion against your scent glands, after Damiano had been so thorough in stimulating them, sounded unpleasant.

“Deeper. All the way,” you ask. He heeds your request and you can feel the pressure from the knot above your belly button. Damiano trembles against you and without that stabilization, he would probably collapse. Seeing your alpha so void of defenses was a privilege. This was no accident, he’d decided to allow you this close and allow himself to fall apart in front of you. Dami’s mouth was wide open as he pulled this knot from the very core of his alphaism, thick eyebrows first raised, then furrowed while he groaned. 

“Breathe with me,” you coax, and not just for his benefit. You hike your legs up higher because that feels good, knees at the bottom of Dami’s ribcage. Keeping calm is key, even as the knot starts to feel invasive it also feels fundamentally right. For the first time today, Dami’s face relaxes, finally.

“That’s it, I think.”

“Huh?”

“My knot, that's all.” 

“Oh,” you sigh, breaking into a smile, too preoccupied with how serene he looked. “Okay!” Dami shudders like he’s reached the point of oversensitivity, but he’s smiling.

“Holy shit, I really needed this.” His sturdy arms shake and Dami collapses against you, groaning in embarrassment. “I swear to god I can be good in bed.” He’s purposely hyperventilating, trying to supply enough oxygen to get his strength back.

“Why are you rushing? It’s me.” Damiano’s eyes change from motivated to doting and he lets out an exaggerated whine. He’s blushing so hard that his ears are red. You run a finger over the soft skin on the shell of his ears. 

“Maybe I should be on top for now.”

“I swear on my life I can be good in bed…and if I’m not I will learn so fucking quickly,” he swears, visable anxious.

“I really like that thing we were just doing,” you reassure.

“Well of course you do,” he smirks, the return of his confidence seemingly instantaneous. Now you’re the one blushing, even though you don’t even know what Dami is referencing.

“Of course you liked grinding your cunt on my alpha cock. That felt good didn’t it, love?” Your breath gets caught in your chest and Dami starts rocking up and down like he had earlier. Moving against him, finding the exact right pace came so naturally.. 

“Grinding is your favorite thing, baby.” He waits for you to answer, but in your eyes lies a question. “Poor omega, doesn’t even know her favorite way to cum.” You try to respond without sacrificing rhythm.  

“I like…you.“ That doesn’t begin to cover it, but those three syllables are all you can muster.

“You like rubbing your clit on me,” Dami deadpans. You falter and lose rhythm, then can’t get back into the right pace. After a second failed orgasam you throw a mini-tantrum, whining in anguish. Damiano immediately feels guilty for interrupting with his teasing.

“Follow me,” he coaches, focused on keeping the exact same pace you enjoyed before being distracted. After a couple false starts, you sigh in relief when finding your pleasure again. Dami watches you surrender, relaxing into the mattress. He’s not expecting to feel you hauling him downward with all four limbs.

“Closer,” you demand, coiling your legs so tightly that it creates a seal. Dami shifts to his forearms and realizes what you really want is the pressure of his body against your pussy. He obliges and as soon as Damiano rests his weight, you squeal and kick.

“Good omega,” he murmurs, lower back beginning to tire at repeating the same movement for the last 15 minutes. The stimulation has reached a point where you’re trembling slightly at all times. It’s not like you hadn’t warned Dami that it took you longer to cum, but he just attributed that to incompetent past lovers. He knew better than to let you sense his surprise. Self-consciousness was an excellent way to make sure you never orgasamed with him again. 

You were trying to find that last bit of something needed to finish. Abandoning insecurity, you hand over control to your body and follow its intuition. Attempting to bring more intensity via pressure from your heels didn’t work. So you reach a hand all the way down to Dami’s glute and pull him more forcefully against you, gripping the muscle. He’s actually impressed with how carnal you’re being. 

You’d gotten much more worked up than Damiano intended. Accidentally edging you was not on the day's agenda. Orgasam during marking was a given, so Dami had just wanted to finish you while making love.

“Don’t tense and stop breathing. Breath with me like usual, okay? In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.” At first you shake your head, not wanting to put in the effort. In less than a second Damiano snaps his jaw right outside your ear and snarls. You’re very quickly nodding instead.

“In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.” Immediately, you realize how low your oxygen intake was on the cusp of orgasam. You’d been within a minute of cumming for so long, and received meaningful stimulation even before that. As soon as you focused on your air intake it was a fight not to gasp.

 “Good girl.” Damiano watches the way your chest rises and falls. “Very good omega,” he reiterates. “Next time you want this, just ask for harder.” He grinds against you with little thrusts, employing all that force you were trying to create. It's rougher than you ever thought you’d like, but you do like it, very much so. Your limbs are moving independently, flailing and searching for some palace to anchor. You fold yourself around Damiano so he can’t stop this movement, so he won’t deprive you again.

“Breathe,” he demands. It’s too hard, so you shake your head and Damiano is once again by your ear. He presses your profile into the pillow and this time you can hear impatience in his snarl. Making good on his warning, Dami bites you as a consequence. The sensation makes you gasp and catch your breath, just as he wanted. Still, inhaling is hard because you’re on the brink of orgasam. You’ve been on the brink of orgasam. Cumming in front of people has always been an issue. It just hadn’t been with Dami up until now.

“I can’t do it! I don’t know why, but I can’t. I want to, but I just can’t. Ugh!” Damiano slows way down, but keeps the same amount of force. 

“Yes, you can. Say it.”

“I can’t –”

“I know you’re able to submit, but you have to want to. Say it.” You think for a moment, then cave.

“I can cum.” It feels stupid, like some self help bullshit.

“You can cum.” Damiano staring into your eyes and telling you this, commanding it, feels a great deal different.

“I can cum.” Your bodies increase the pace in tandem, familiar with this movement after so many repetitions already.

“You can cum.” The sensation of orgasam crawls up your throat like a scream. Cosmic energy flows through your body, all the way to your fingertips. It’s immediately overwhelming and you want to back down. Making love to an alpha brought a different level of intensity, with the primal aspects and unparalleled connection. However, you’d thought that was something shared, not reflected in your individual orgasam. Was this an individual experience, though? Because it didn’t feel individual, in fact it felt like Damiano was in your head a little bit.

“You can cum,” he repeats. This was a sensation you’d first like to experience independently, before someone else saw your reaction. Of course, the only to feel this was in front of Damiano.

“I’m scare – I don’t like…”

“I know, love. You can cum.”

“I can cum,” you whisper so low that some of the syllables aren’t even spoken. 

“You can cum.” You inhale and pull Damiano close, his skin an endless anecdote.

“I can cum. I can cum, I can cum, I can – Dami! Dami,Dami!!” you squeal while squirming in overwhelm. He’s in your ear counting. The sensation of orgasam momentarily chokes you before turning your vision black. Eyes now scrunched closed, you see stars while your pelvis cramps again and again. You give up moving and cling, but Dami keeps working you through your orgasam. 

It stretches on and on, so much longer than any other climax before. You gather a bit of courage and open your eyes, gazing at Damiano while your nails ruin his back. Seeing him as the waves of endorphins debilitate you is the best comfort. He’s still in headspace, watching over you with an intensity that would scare anyone else. But not you, notes Dami. You look at him like he’s the sun while bearing down on his cock with everything you’ve got. 

His pubic hair is soaked with your slick. He notices this and the thought causes a chain reaction. Both Dami’s hips and cock twitch which prompts your eyelids to flutter. He tries thrusting and now your back is arching, pushing your breasts towards his face. Damiano pulls a nipple into his warm, wet mouth, the foreign sensation making you shudder while your eyes actually roll into the back of your head. Mindlessly, Damiano starts using his teeth, just scraping up the side of the sensitive bud. You squeal in the way he so enjoyed earlier while your nails bruise his shoulder blades. 

Judging by the very visceral reaction, it's obvious he’s unlocked the key to future orgasams. You let out noises like an injured animal the moment before its neck is snapped. Damiano is overcome, by the urge to consume you, by the urge to protect his omega who has revealed her own fragility in a moment of pleasure. 

Through the intensity of the interaction, he’d forgotten to make sure you’re breathing to draw out your climax. After a few seconds of clenching your entire body, that shining peak is summited, and you fall into the afterglow. He watches your face crumple and finally remembers to release. Damiano is horrified to see that his teeth have left purple marks in your areola. The only thing that could satiate is mating, but it was way too early to ask for that. It was too early to think about it.

He moves to pull out, but feels your legs tighten around his hips. It wasn’t any use to begin with, you were still knotted.The place omega and alpha joined was a great comfort as your head was made cloudy by a surplus of oxytocin. However, Dami’s presence was diminished without him moving, or speaking, or scenting. Mentally, you reach towards your alpha with both hands. And physically try to do the same, but fail. He’d been so precisely in tune with you a minute ago.

“My love,” he whispers, brushing your hair out of the way and putting his lips on your neck. It's just what you’d wanted. Damiano caresses your ass and rolls onto his side so he can hold you with both arms. You sigh, trying to feel your fingers and toes as he kisses all over your face, except the lips. Forehead three times, cheeks, up the bridge of the nose, and even the chin. His hands rub your back slowly as you come down, reminding that he’d instructed you not to rush this part before. Still, some reassurance would be nice.

“I don’t…rush,” you try.

“Mhm, take your time, love. You’re safe. I’m not going anywhere. I cherish this time with you. Don’t rush your body, love. You’re doing perfectly.” You nod, hoping he’ll keep going. “My omega is doing the best job. My omega is doing exactly what she’s supposed to. Y/n is such a good girl, you’re doing so well.” Damiano’s affirmations feel like liquid gold in your veins. Never had you dared to ask for these words that felt so euphoric to hear, not wanting to be vulnerable. To like encouragement, was to want it, was to have a weakness.

“I’m weak with you.”

“No baby,” he murmured. “You’re just you.”

Notes: fuck it. this is not gonna do well numbers wise because my Tumblr hasn't been restored. while I am an attention whore, I'm so tried of not posting this when its been totally done for days so

-XOXO Eden

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I Don't Believe You

Kaminari Denki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Implied Cheating

Date Posted: 12/11/22

A/N: This was 10 pages on Google Docs, and I hated every sentence of it. Here I am, still posting it so I can look back and be deeply embarrassed about it like I do with everything else💀💀 I haven’t posted in like a year or two lmao. It’s probably gonna take me another year to post something else😭😭 Anyway, enjoy my attempt at angst.

Also there's still people following me or liking my stuff here and there and I get so confused when I see it😭💀 Like I'm judging you so hard cause some of that stuff be making me cringe😭😭 I love you tho cause you put yourself through that and still decide to show that you liked it💀💀

You huffed, glaring at Denki, who was obviously lying, "I don't believe you."

"Well, you should, Babe. Trust is a good thing to have in a relationship," Denki said matter-of-factly.

"Sorry if I'm not trusting you right now when you're lying to me," You irritatedly muttered while glaring at Denki.

Denki faked a gasp pretending to be offended, "My dear, sweet, absolutely drop fucking dead gorgeous, Y/n, you don't believe me?! I feel betrayed. Take it back and say you love me. I might forgive you then."

You felt your eyebrow twitch, "You realize that I know you're lying because you have crumbs all over your face and clothes, right? I'm not blind."

Denki looked down at his sweatshirt that, as you said, had crumbs all over it. He wiped his face with his sleeve and gave you a nervous smile.

"Sorry?"

You decided that having Denki get you more of your food is an acceptable apology, "Buy me more, and I'll let you sleep on the bed tonight."

Denki knew you were lying about you not letting him not sleep on the bed. You would never admit it, but without him, you wouldn't be able to sleep. If you did manage to fall asleep, it would be out of pure exhaustion, and you wouldn't sleep well anyways. He knows it's selfish, but he can't help but be happy that you can't sleep without him. It makes him feel like no matter what, he's needed. He felt guilty for eating your food. So, of course, he's going to get you more.

"Gladly," He stood up and shook the crumbs off his sweatshirt. He walked over and kissed your forehead.

Just as he turned to leave, you stopped him, "Hang on, you overgrown man child," you walked closer to Denki and swiped your thumb across his lip, "You missed a spot."

Denki giggled and grabbed your hand. He pulled you to the door without much resistance. There was no way he was going to the store alone when he could spend those valuable minutes soaking up your presence.

~~~~~~~~~

"Denki. Don't you dare," You warned.

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about," He feigned innocence. He adjusted the grip on his water balloon.

Everyone was surprisingly off today from their hero duties. And by everyone, you mean the Bakusquad. You all planned on hanging out and relaxing on your shared day off. It was going well until Mina and Denki showed up with buckets filled with water balloons and threw one at Bakugou's head. It exploded on impact, and even though the ash blonde had mellowed out since high school, his temper was still unleashed.

This started a water balloon fight, and currently, you have run out of water balloons to throw. Denki, on the other hand, had one in each hand.

You have been lucky and haven't gotten hit yet. You didn't feel like being soaked in water, so your dodging skills were at their max. Unfortunately, Denki pushed you into a corner, and you couldn't escape.

"Please?" You offered, hoping it would convince him not to throw the water balloon at you.

Denki let out a small laugh, "Nope."

He threw the balloon at you, making you gasp from the sudden coldness. A giant wet spot was formed where you were hit, and you felt your shirt start to stick to you. You immediately scrunched up your nose in discomfort. You knew asking him not to do it would be a long shot, but at least you could say you tried. Kind of.

"Babe, don't make that face. You're making me feel bad," Denki pouted at the uncomfortable expression you wore.

"Good. I hope you feel bad. Now I'm cold because of you," You stuck your tongue out at him. He knew you weren't actually mad at him. Annoyed? Definitely. Mad? No.

That's when you felt something whack your face. It was soft, warm, and a little damp. When you inhaled, you smelled Denki's signature cologne. It wasn't too strong that it made your nose burn, but not too weak that you couldn't smell it. It was your favorite cologne of his. Even after all these years, it still makes your heart flutter.

You pulled the hoodie away from your face and put it on. You looked up at Denki to say 'thanks' but saw that he was slightly blushing. 

"Ya know, I love when you wear my clothes, right?"

"It's been mentioned before."

"Oh. Well, I'll tell you again. I love you in my clothes. You look so adorable, and I just wanna cuddle you all day," Denki pulled you into his arms and started waddling backward with you, away from all the chaos.

You both forgot that you were in the middle of a water war and jumped when you were hit with a water balloon courtesy of Mina.

"You guys are so adorable, it's disgusting, and I hate it," She playfully glared at the two of you. 

"Oh, you don't even get to talk. Last time I checked, you and a certain redhead were just as disgustingly adorable," You shot a playful glare back at her.

"Touche," Mina quickly ran off to her next target.

"Aw, man. Now your sweater is wetter than before," you pouted at Denki. He threw his head back and let out a laugh that you could feel vibrating from his chest. When he finally calmed down, he gave you a sweet peck on the lips and dragged you back into the water balloon fight with him.

~~~~~~~

You unlocked the door leading into your shared apartment with Denki. You had just finished your shift, and you were tired. You were ready to go to your bed and never wake up again.

You opened the door and walked inside. You went through all the motions of getting ready for bed on autopilot. When you finally came to, you were walking into the kitchen. You decided eating before going to bed might be a good idea.

After eating, you wandered into your bedroom. You paused at what you saw, or more like, what you didn't see. Denki wasn't in your shared bed sleeping or on his phone.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Where is he? Well, you did show up later than usual. Denki always got off a few hours before you, but it also meant he started a few hours before you. 

He was probably at Sero's house hanging out with him or sleeping. He probably got bored waiting for you to get home or was too tired to get himself back home, so he went there and lost track of time. He and Sero have the same work schedule, so it's not unusual.

You sighed and climbed under your blankets. Thankfully, you were exhausted, so you could fall asleep without needing Denki. Still, that didn't stop the cold, empty feeling in the pit of your stomach from not having him hold you.

~~~~~~~

“Hey, you've reached Kaminari Denki's phone. I'll get back to you when I can,” You sighed after hearing the beginning of Denki's voicemail again. 

“Wow, listen to him. He sounds so grown up,” You could hear Mina in the background pitch in. 

“I am a grown-up, Mina! I can take care of myself perfectly fine,” Denki whined. 

“Barely. You'd die within a few weeks if Y/n wasn't there to take care of you,” You never fail to snort at the jab Bakugou makes at your boyfriend. 

“Whatever. Leave a message at the beep.“

Then right before the message ends, you can hear Mina in the background. “Beeeeeeeep.”

"Hey, Denks. It's me... Again. Sorry to bug you even more than I already have, but I'm wondering when you're coming home. I know it's your day off, so you're probably with Sero, but I managed to get off a few hours early from my shift. I wanted to spend some time together. I want to see you. Honestly, it feels like it's been forever since we've actually talked to each other. Anyways, I think I'm rambling now. Call me back, please. I love you."

You ended the voicemail before you continued to ramble on. Denki had always been out while you were home, whether he was with his friends or at work. It was always the same the other way around when he was home.

It's not like you expected him to sit at home and wait for you, but he's been out more recently. You gnawed on your lip as thoughts raced through your mind. You got up from the couch that you and Denki picked out together. 

You remember that day vividly. You had just rented out the apartment and had no furniture. Only a mattress, lying in the middle of the master bedroom since you both were too lazy to move anywhere else. You both haven't had enough time to go furniture shopping. When you finally got a shared day off, Denki dragged you to different furniture stores, excited to finally have a shared living space for only the both of you.

You spent the day telling him that you were not buying furniture related to Pikachu. Instead, you bought matching Pikachu onesies you wore the first night in your now fully decorated apartment as you munched on some Chinese takeout.

You smiled at the memory as you flopped into your bed. Taking a nap sounded perfect to you at the moment. As you pulled the covers over yourself, you thought of more happy memories you shared with Denki. It helped you sleep better without him, but it wasn't enough to make the cold, empty feeling leave completely.

~~~~~~~

You woke up with a jolt. You had heard someone open the door to your apartment. It was barely anything, but enough to make you a bit anxious. You quickly got out of bed and opened the door leading out of your bedroom. Your Pro Hero instinct kicked in. You kept your breathing quiet and your footsteps quieter. You felt the familiar feeling of your quirk as you prepared to use it at any given moment. 

You saw that the kitchen light was on and furrowed your eyebrows. You saw a figure leaning on the counter, drinking a glass of water. You instantly knew who that figure belonged to and relaxed, your pulse steadily lowering. You looked at the clock on the microwave to check the time.

"Denki? Why are you coming home at 2 in the morning?" You gently whispered so you wouldn't scare him. Your actions went in vain as you saw him jump in surprise and whip his head in your direction.

"Ah, Y/n. You scared me." Denki let out a low chuckle at the mini heart attack he almost had. "Sorry, did I wake you up? I swear I made sure that I was quiet."

"It's fine. Where were you, though? It's not like you come home at 2 a.m. unless you have a shift. I know you had today, yesterday technically, off."

"Ah, um… I was… working. I picked up an extra shift."

You nodded in acknowledgment. You walked up to him, keeping eye contact. He looked nervous. He had a look in his eyes that said he was lying. He had the same look when he tried to throw you a surprise birthday party last year. Only this time, there was something that could only be called guilt laced in his beautiful electric eyes that you adored. What was he guilty about? Why was he lying to you in the first place?

"Yeah, I do. I'm gonna shower first, though." You heard him say quietly. You listened to the gentle clinking of his empty glass of water being set in the sink. His footsteps got quieter as they receded into the room you emerged from only a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, I do. I'm gonna shower first, though." You heard him say as he put his empty glass of water in the sink. He then left, heading into the room you emerged from only a few minutes ago.

You were thinking incorrectly, right? You're just tired from being woken up after falling asleep. It's Denki we're talking about here. There's no way. Is there? He probably just forgot to give you a kiss or a hug after coming home too.

You smelt alcohol coming from Denki. That's not it, though. You also smelt a hint of perfume. You know you don't own that perfume. It was perfume you actually hate the smell of. Maybe he was with Mina, and some of her perfume got stuck on his clothes. No, that's not it. Once when you were shopping with Mina, you remember smelling that perfume. You both hated the smell of it. She would never buy something she hated.

You couldn't stop your mind from racing. You couldn't stop your heart from beating fast. You couldn't stop your breaths from becoming shallow and irregular. You couldn't stop the lump in your throat from forming and the burning behind your eyes. And you most certainly could not have stopped from your heart breaking at the next thought your wretched mind brought you.

It's not yours or Mina's perfume, so who does that perfume belong to? He knows you're fine with him having female friends, so why did he try to hide it?

~~~~~~~

It's been weeks, and you have been a busy person. On purpose? Definitely. You've been trying to push the fact that Denki might be cheating on you so far in the back of your brain that you'll forget about it. 

It works for a while, but then you get time to think. It could be in the shower, driving, making food or coffee, or lying in bed trying to fall asleep. Denki usually wasn't there beside you sleeping, but whenever he was, it made things worse. How can someone be so close, yet so far away?

You've had a massive headache from the lack of sleep you've been suffering from. You feel like shit, but then again, what's new? 

You arrive at your apartment door and pull your key out of your pocket. You always find it interesting that you never struggle to unlock the door like others. You're never sitting in the hallway trying to get the key into the keyhole. It makes you laugh a little when you see someone struggling to get their key in the hole.

You tiredly open the door, ready to just crash. Maybe you'll get more than a few hours of sleep this time. Wow. You sound like your mother whenever she comes back from a double shift.

You step into your apartment and notice Denki's shoes at the entryway. You also notice the obnoxiously bright yellow shoes next to his. You don't move a muscle, and suddenly you're inspecting everything with your eyes and listening for any little noise.

You hear a laugh, two, actually. One is obviously Denki's laugh, a laugh that used to fill your chest with warmth and never failed to make you smile. A laugh that you now can't help but feel anxious hearing. The other laugh sounds so sweet, so kind, so gentle. Like a melody to your ears that you can't help but wish to hear again. A siren's song. You couldn't help your curiosity. You peeked your head around the corner to see Denki. You tried to look at her features, but all you could focus on was the way he smiled so brightly, looking at her. She was his world. She was the love of his life. It hurts more knowing that it used to be you on the receiving end of that smile. You feel like you're about to taste the food you barely ate today all over again.

You let out a quiet breath as you hid behind the wall again. You don't even feel like crying anymore. You've been through the grief, the anger, the tears, the guilt, and the what-ifs. You just feel hurt and tired and ready for this to be over. You slowly back up and gently close the door. There's a soft click as the door closes, but it's not loud enough for the pair inside to hear over their conversation.

You turn around, not bothering to lock the door. You slowly made your way to the elevator and hit the button, taking you to the first floor. Once you get to the lobby, you head to one of the couches and plop down on one.

You've decided you're not going to put yourself through this anymore. Once the girl with the beautiful laugh and the obnoxiously bright yellow shoes that she can probably pull off leaves, you'll head into the apartment she spent god knows how long in and pack your stuff up. 

While you wait, you'll look for another place to live. You pull out your phone and start looking around at different apps. Maybe a small house with an extra bedroom for someone to crash in. Maybe another apartment. Maybe a mansion halfway across the world. Or a one-way ticket into the fucking sun. Or maybe you could call someone you're close to and crash on their couch for a couple of days. You'll probably end up crashing with Mina for a week or two while you find a place. Or maybe you'll just become her roommate. Then again, she lives with Eiji. That would be a little weird. A smitten couple trying not to be smitten because their friend got cheated on by one of their other friends. Yeah, no, not weird at all.

You've been looking at houses, apartments, and offers from people who need a roommate for about 2 hours now. You're still sitting in the lobby waiting for the girl with the beautiful laugh and obnoxious yellow shoes to come down. You had started convincing yourself that this girl was Denki's new PR manager or his PR manager's assistant going over interviews. Or maybe she was an event planner that's helping him plan your birthday that's coming up. Five months seems a little early to start planning your birthday, though. Then again, you don't think Denki would look at his PR manager like that.

That's when you see them. They're blinding, and they demand attention. You look up at the face those obnoxiously yellow pair of shoes belong to, and your breath hitches in your throat. She's gorgeous, and it crushed any hopes of her being ugly. The way her perfectly curled brown hair falls down just past her shoulder without a strand misplaced, or the beautiful soft, lime green eyes she has. She looks around curiously and makes eye contact with your own. Anyone would fall in love seeing how she sends a soft smile and a small wave your way. You stared at her and the perfect way she walked. She has confidence. The way her perfectly shaped eyebrows lift up in surprise and her long eyelashes flutter as she notices your disinterest in her. She's used to being looked at, which makes sense. Look at her. She's practically perfect. Although the feeling of crying comes back instantly to you as she looks away from your intense gaze and speed walks off, not before pulling the sleeves from her hoodie down to cover her hands and sliding them into her pockets makes you feel like shit. Your chest tightens when you finally realize why that hoodie looked so familiar. 

It was Denki's hoodie, but not just any of his hoodies. It was the hoodie that he gave to you during the water balloon fight. It was the hoodie you slept countless nights in. It was the hoodie you bought him because he wouldn't stop talking about it when you were still just friends. It was the hoodie Denki confessed to you in and asked you to be his girlfriend. It was his favorite hoodie. It was your favorite hoodie. It was now a hoodie given to some random girl that Denki was cheating on you with. It was now her favorite hoodie too. It was now the hoodie you hated the most.

"Don't be so naive, Y/n. It's just a hoodie, after all," you muttered out loud. You got up from the chair you occupied for the last 2 hours. You took your time as you made your way back to your shared apartment. 

"Come on, Y/n. Just go in there, grab your shit, and leave. No talking necessary," you tried to hype yourself up before you went inside. Taking a deep breath, you pulled out your key and unlocked the door. Denki probably locked it when he showed his new, pretty girlfriend out. You took one last deep breath and walked inside the apartment. You gently shut the door behind you and set your keys down. You keep your shoes on, knowing you'll be leaving in a bit anyway. You walk into the living room to see Denki lying on the couch, scrolling through something on his phone. You stay quiet as you ignore him and walk to your shared bedroom.

"Oh hey, Baby," Denki said as he saw you walk past him.

"Hey," you muttered and continued to walk. You held back a scoff. Baby? He probably called her that too.

Denki furrowed his eyebrows at your response. It's not like you were jumping onto him every time you saw each other, but you never dismissed him like that. You would always stop and kiss him before you did whatever you planned. Concerned, Denki followed you into your shared room. He paused when he saw you grabbing bags out of the closet and setting them on the bed.

"Umm, Y/n? What are you doing?"

You bit your lip to keep the tears that automatically activated when you heard his voice at bay. You continued opening drawers, taking your stuff out to put into the bags.

Denki was confused. Why were you acting like this? Did someone get hurt? Are you going on a trip he forgot about? Denki's anxiety grew with each second you didn't answer his questions. He finally had enough and stopped you.

"Y/n, what's going on? Is there anything I can do to help?" He tried making eye contact, but you didn't even look at him. When you finally did, he wished you didn't.

"Let go of me."

Your voice was so cold. The look in your eyes was unbothered, but he caught a glimpse of betrayal and sadness. His heart rate picked up. This was real. 

"Y/n, what happened?" Denki whispered in a shaky voice. The thought of losing you brought him to tears.

As for you, your sadness grew into anger. You couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth, "You know damn well what happened, Kaminari!" You ripped your arm away from him as you turned to face him before continuing, "I have been dealing with your bullshit for months. I let you crawl into bed with me after you spent hours with some woman doing god knows what. I let you kiss me with the same lips you kissed her, and I'm sick of it. I'm done, Kaminari! I can't believe I sat in the lobby for two fucking hours just for you guys to finish your little date. You left me heartbroken and numb, and I won't stay here and feel this way anymore."

Denki looked at you with wide eyes, completely caught off guard by your rant. The words finally processed I'm his head as you continued throwing your stuff in bags. 

 "No, no, no. It's not what you think. I swear. Please, please, Y/n. Stop and listen to me," Denki's voice cracked as he begged.

You couldn't help your curiosity. You wanted to know what shit excuse he would give you, "Go ahead. Explain."

"Y/n, baby, she's been helping me plan how I was going to propose to you," Denki reached out to touch your cheek but stopped when he watched you flinch back. He felt like throwing up, but he knew he had to get it all out, "I knew that I wanted to marry you in U.A. You believed in me when everyone else just made fun of me. You're the love of my life. I wouldn't do something like that to you, I swear."

You stared at him, and you felt sick. You opened and closed your mouth. The words wouldn't come out.

"You have to believe me. Please say something," Denki had tears streaming down his face. He sniffled and held your face in his hands while he rested his forehead on yours. You both stayed there for a moment. The silence is overbearing and practically killing Denki. Denki heard you draw in a deep breath. Moths were flying in his stomach, waiting for your words 

“I don't believe you," you stepped away from Denki's hold and finished packing your last bag.

Denki couldn't do anything but watch. He watched as the woman he loved walked out of their shared bedroom with bags hanging over her shoulders. He watched as the woman he loved left her key to their shared apartment on the kitchen counter. He watched as the door clicked shut behind the woman he loved. He didn't know how long he was standing there as the tears never seemed to stop.

"Fucking hell," Denki muttered to himself as he pulled out the small black velvet box from his pocket. He opened it and looked at the stone glistening in the light sitting atop the engagement band. He couldn't hold back the mournful laugh that ripped through his throat. They quickly turned into sobs.

[babybammargera]

First date jitters

Raab x reader

"Yeah I'll be ready at 6 don't worry." You smile pulling the sweatshirt you had stolen from Raab last week over your crumpled tee-shirt. He sounded a little nervous coming from the speaker of your phone and honestly you were too you'd had a crush on him since you met as kids and he and Bam both had that stupid bowl cut. He had caught you in the Margera kitchen by yourself for once and asked you to hang out with him but not like your usual hang outs like a real date. And now here you are smiling like an idiot wearing his sweatshirt waiting for him to pick you up for your long over due first date. The doorbell rings and you dart for the door opening it to reveal the cutest and dorkiest smile, your favorite smile on earth. "Is that my hoodie? It looks really good on you loser." You pull him into a warm hug, "shut up I know it does. So tell me where is the great Raab himself taking me for our first date. That grin returns and he pulls away from the hug, "I'm taking you. The hottest date on earth tooooooo. Drumroll pleaseeeeeee. The carnival. Because I can win you stupid cheesy prizes and all that romantic shit. Plus the food is good." You mock fainting into his arms, "and they say chivalry is dead. You're definitely prince charming." He rolls his eyes knowing that under your sarcasm you're as excited as a kid in a candy shop because the carnival has always been one of your favorite fall activities as long as he'd known you. You grab your backpack and shove the things you'll need for the night into it, keys, wallet, beanie and phone. "Ready to go?" He holds his hand out between the two of you and you take it mentally melting at how right it felt. Once you got to the fair he insisted on opening the car door for you and helping you out before excitedly dragging you to the ticket booth to buy you both wristbands. "I'm paying tonight don't even think about it." You roll your eyes as he pays the teenager in the booth. As soon as both of you both get a wrist band you pull him to the tilt a whirl first where the two of you spent the entire ride smiling like idiots. True to his word after the first ride he chooses a game booth and within 5 minutes wins you one of the biggest prizes. Well he won you several during your date and they'll end up being displayed on your bed for years but that's not surprising. After a few hours of rides and way too much deep fried food you realize how much you absolutely love the feeling that being with Raab like this gives you. "Hey Raab I think I wanna ride the ferris wheel before we go." he lifts up his hand that's holding yours and looks at his watch, "I think we've got time for that let me just go take the prizes to the car." He's already holding two of the three prizes he won you under one of his arms, you hand him the other one and he darts to his car giant stuffed bears bouncing along with his steps. When he comes back he notices your shoes untied and without a word kneels down and quickly knots the laces for you, "Alright let's go." You take his hand and head towards the ride together. The ride starts and you're looking over the lights of the carnival and the most cliché thing happens. The ride stops with the two of you at the top. You were already snuggled up to Raab at the time so you look up at him and it was like you both had the same thought. Next thing you know the two of you are kissing and it was like fireworks. The ride starts back up and the two of you pull away, "Hey Raab I know this is kinda lame but do you wanna maybe be my boyfriend?" He let's out a loud laugh and kisses you again, "idiot you stole my line. But yeah I'll be your boyfriend."

[lustastarte]

♡ stars & champagne | bruabba ♡

genre: fluff

a young bruabba moment on the roof

published: 2020

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"It's open," Bruno said softly, his face lighting up when Leone sticks his head in.

"I got champagne."

"And?"

"And I need someone to drink it with, of course," Leone said, rolling his eyes and grinning.

"Where are we going to drink it though?"

"Rooftop. You down?"

"Actually, I'm up," Bruno joked, climbing off of his bed and treading lightly out the door, shutting it gently behind him.

"The stars are so beautiful," Leone exhaled quietly, looking up at the night sky.

"But not as beautiful as-"

"Actually shut up. I will bash your skull in if you finish that sentence."

"-As me," Bruno finished, a large, troublesome grin on his face.

Leone sighed. "I regret ever letting you talk to me."

"No, you love me."

"Wrong," Leone objected, laughing and pouring himself another glass of champagne.

This was something he couldn't get enough of. Beautiful stars, beautiful champagne, and beautiful Bruno. He could only dream of this being a real date, not a friendly get-together at 2 a.m. He's mean, but truly does care about the man next to him. He's head over heels in love with him. But, he's bound and determined to keep it a secret.

Leone turned his head toward Bruno, who had his neck stretched, face upturned, focused on the stars. The older man couldn't help but smile at the younger. 

God, does he wish he could kiss him. He wonders how even in the dark, someone can outshine every single star in the night sky. How one person can light the room up better than any light on earth. How one person can be the only thing that lights up his face. How that one person came to be Bruno.

"Leone?"

"Yeah?" he responded, snapping out of his thoughts.

"What was the real reason you brought me out here? Normally you would've done this alone."

"I just wanted you out here," he lied.

Bruno wasn't fooled. "No, the real reason, stupid."

"Okay, fine. I needed you out here. Happy now?"

"Very."

And with that, Bruno turned his attention back on his glass of champagne and the sky, and Leone kept his gaze on the brightest star he's ever seen.

He'd get to call Bruno "my star" one of these days, he'd make damn sure of it. The obsidian-haired man lying next to him would soon be his. The sweatshirt on his body would soon mean more than a close friendship. The name Leone would soon mean more to Bruno than "best friend." The phrase, "I love you," will soon mean more than platonically.

Only if Bruno likes him back, that is. "He doesn't like me. I can't ask him out, he'll reject me! I'd lose him for good..."

"Just ask me out you fucking loser," Bruno thought. "I know you like me, I like you, please just ask."

Bruno's heart jumped as the man with purple hair turned to look at him. Maybe he could start a conversation. Maybe he won't get too nervous.

"The stars are so beautiful," the younger man whispered.

"They're just giant balls of gas, Bruno."

"You know what," he said, displeased with the other's answer. "If you're just going to ruin this then I-"

He stopped in the middle of his sentence, cut off by Leone's champagne-coated lips on his. Bruno froze for a moment, finally relaxing and kissing back with passion. Their lips moved together in a perfect system, like planets moving around their star. He had wanted this for so long. He could taste the lipstick on Leone's lips, smell the familiar scent of his best friend, only amplified. He never wanted it to end.

Leone pulled back slowly after a few seconds, smiling and staring lovingly at Bruno.

"And yet none of them are as massive as my love for you," he confessed.

Bruno inhaled sharply, unable to speak. So, Leone spoke for him.

"Everyone needs a star," he spoke softly, gently placing his hand on Bruno's cheek. "Will you be mine?"

The latter's face heated up quickly as he nodded. Bruno began to smile furiously, kissing Leone again, who immediately responded.

Once they came back up for air, the couple finished their champagne and headed hand-in-hand back inside. Leone brought Bruno back to his room, stopping at the door.

"Goodnight, Leone."

"Night, Bruno."

Just as he turned to leave, Bruno called him back.

"You can stay here... if you want," he mumbled.

"I was waiting for you to say that," Leone smirked. "Let me grab a blanket."

Not a minute later, he returned, walking into the room and flopping onto the bed. Bruno curled up beside him, sighing happily when he felt his boyfriend's arms around his waist.

He wasn't aware that Leone stayed awake for hours, just trying to figure out how he got so lucky. He wasn't aware that he kissed his forehead and played with his hair while he slept. He wasn't aware that Leone whispered, "I love you, Bruno," before falling asleep with a smile on his face and a happy heart.

"you might not have been my first love

but you were the love that made

all the other loves

irrelevant"

- rupi kaur, milk and honey

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn��t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

[wonlouvre]

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x non-idol!female oc genre: fluff just because we love it word count: 2.9k+ WARNINGS: none! (pls tell me if i missed anything!)

Kim Mingyu is always caring and always loving. 💌: it’s true... kim mingyu has found his way to my heart. lol just kidding! it’s the vlog and ugh!!!! he’s so soft, sexy and domestic (don’t u dare disagree with me) and i had to talk about it!!! PLS SEND THIS SOME LOVIN <3 thank you!

1. Finding excuses to touch each other in little ways

Mingyu always gravitates towards you whenever your circle of friends get together. He seems to always find a way to be right beside you, regardless if the space is too small for his tall build. It doesn’t matter if you're sitting on a single seat sofa, the arm rest is plenty comfortable to lounge on (it’s not). And when you’re chatting with your friends other than him? He will just stand where you are, also listening (as if you don’t have enough ears already).

But more than that, you think it’s him finding excuses to touch you. It’s not necessarily the bold hand holding type or resting his arm around your waist kind of touching. It’s more on the subtle grazing of his knuckles against yours, shoulders bumping or his arms on the backrest, warming the back of your neck (when you’re finally on a big couch). 

It’s a little suspicious because you and Mingyu never established anything about crossing the boundaries of your friendship. In fact, it’s not only until recently that you started sending text messages other than the time and location of your meetup. You’ve known him for a short while. You met him through a mutual friend and that was it. You became part of their circle, him with yours. You now share text messages of what time you get off of work or what you are having for dinner. You even talk about the current drama you’re watching until midnight even though you’re already tired and could pass out anytime soon. 

You honestly don’t know how it all started, but you’re not complaining. At all.

You’re not complaining whether it be him excitedly running to you once you arrive or patiently waiting until the person sitting next to you leaves and slowly fills the vacancy. You also don’t mind when he removes the stray strand of hair you didn’t notice while you’re talking and puts it behind your ear. You’re also not uncomfortable when his gaze lingers to your face when he thinks you don’t notice. 

You’re no different anyway.

Your fingers always absent-mindedly find their way to the soft fabric of his shirt whenever he walks ahead of you. Sometimes, your hand rests a little longer on the back of his neck when he leans the other way to answer one of your friend’s questions while you speak to the one on your side. The bravest display of affection you have ever done was not only rubbing your hand against his back but slipping it underneath his sweatshirt where you could feel his bare skin and taut muscles because he said he was cold.

That was the first among many. 

Eventually, you start grasping Mingyu’s hand when he offers it whenever you’re walking to the restaurant, park, cafe or the parking lot without the need to look behind you . He just holds them out, trusting that you’ll take it. You actually do. Every single time. You don’t see it, but it puts a wide grin on his face.

2. Slowly becoming more comfortable with each other

It was a long tiring day at work but you couldn’t say no to Minghao’s birthday dinner invitation. He’s the mutual friend that led you to meeting Mingyu and aside from the long history the two of you share, you are grateful for him bridging you and Mingyu. Plus, his party always has the best foods and drinks. 

Mingyu must have seen right through you. Your shoulders were slumped and face casted down when you entered the house and removed your coat. Mingyu was waiting for you, leaning on the beam post as he scrolled down his phone to kill time. He offers you a small smile to which you return immediately. The day doesn’t sound so bad anymore. 

It gets better when he meets you halfway and envelopes you in a big warm hug. Your arms didn’t hesitate to circle around his neck, face nuzzling to his neck and smelling his scent you have grown familiar with. He almost swept you off of your feet and pressed a kiss on the side of your head, but he restrained himself and settled for a hug in the meantime. 

“Ahem,” you hear Minghao’s voice, making you reluctantly let go of the baby giant standing in front of you. “It’s my birthday. Shouldn’t I get a hug too?”

You chuckle and make your way towards him. You give him a hug, but only with one arm because Mingyu was holding the other one back, his fingers interlaced with yours. “Happy birthday, Minghao.”

Your friend mutters a sincere thank you. Afterwards, he sends a cheeky wink to Mingyu as if to tell him that he knows. In return, Mingyu just glares at him. You’ll never probably know about this teasing exchange, but who knows, Minghao always finds a way to have the upperhand. He’ll save this story after the two of you officially date. 

“Make a move already,” Minghao says and nudges his friend who’s left alone after you excused yourself to the restroom. 

“Shut up,” Mingyu groans and down the drink he’s holding. “I’ll do it soon, you impatient prick.”

Minghao just gives his signature giggle. 

You return after five minutes and Minghao’s wink doesn’t go unnoticed. You frown when he  snickers as he takes his leave. He must be getting drunk, you thought and find your place beside Mingyu once again, his arm around your shoulders while yours around his waist. 

“What was that all about?” You ask and look up to him. 

“Hmmm?” He hums and intently meets your eyes. “What is it?”

“Minghao,” you answer. “He just winked at me. Were you guys talking behind my back?”

Your narrowed eyes and sulky pout makes Mingyu smile in adoration. He shakes his head and leans down to lightly bump his forehead against yours. For a moment, your heart stops beating at the action. You thought he was about to kiss you. 

“No, of course not,” he assures you and ruffles the top of your head. “It must be the alcohol.”

3. Remembering little details about each other

There’s this one habit that you noticed Mingyu has been doing. His hair is short compared to yours, but even with that length, he likes to pull some strands and twist them around his fingers. At first you were confused, but when you witnessed him sleepily do it after he woke up from a quick nap, you were sure nothing looked more endearing. 

These days you do it for him and that makes him drift to dreamland in an instant. It wasn’t an intentional act. The first time was when you were in the car on the way to the rest house that you’ll be staying at with your friends. He was squirming and couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position. You felt bad because he looked like he really wanted to get some shut-eye. So without any hesitation, you gently grab his head and let it rest on your shoulder. Mingyu becomes small beside you once he wraps his arms around yours. You were only caressing his hair in the first few minutes and it’s not until later you started doing his habit. He was snoring all throughout the ride and you weren’t bothered by one bit.

On the other hand, Mingyu noticed that you only use one pillow. Not only when you sleep. You just seriously have one pillow on your bed and that’s it. You told him it’s inside one of your cabinets when he asked you where the other pair was when he visited (he goes to your place now, alone). He asked why and your only answer is that you don’t want it to accumulate dust. 

“I sleep just fine with one pillow for my head to rest on anyway,” you tell him while placing the hot mug on the center table. 

“Noted,” he says and pat the cushion of your couch for you to sit on. “I won’t give you any then for your birthday.”

You roll your eyes, but smile nonetheless and finally take your seat. 

Mingyu takes the remote and presses play to start the movie you decided to watch. You snuggle closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder. Almost like an instinct, Mingyu wraps his arm around you without tearing his eyes from the television. 

“You could be my other pillow,” you murmur under your breath and if Mingyu was too engrossed in the film, he wouldn’t hear you. 

Good thing he wasn’t. Because he heard you loud and clear. 

Remember when Mingyu said he won’t buy you a pillow for your birthday? He didn’t. But he did on one random day. 

Your hands were by your hips as you watched him take your now old pillow and replace it with the brand new ones he bought. He must be out of his mind if he thinks he can just barge into your bedroom and change your decor. Well, you must be also out of your mind because you’re allowing him to do so.

“Can I know why you’re suddenly changing my pillow?” You question as you follow him around. 

“You’ll sleep better with these,” he guarantees, fluffing them up.

You cross your arms and challenge his claims. “How do you even know that?”

“I asked around and did my research,” he answers and takes your hand to pull you to the mattress. “Doctors also recommend this particular pillow design.”

He makes you lay down and when your head hits his gift, you can’t deny the instant relaxation your muscles felt. You thought you were going to fall asleep right this moment. 

“How is it?” Mingyu asks, still standing as he peers down at you. “Feels good, right?”

“Lay down with me and you’ll find out,” you boldly offer, looking him directly in the eyes. 

Mingyu blinks in astonishment, but doesn’t back down. He quickly removes his slippers (the one you bought only for him) and takes the space on your other side. This is the first time he’ll ever lay beside you on your bed and you honestly don’t know how to feel. In a good way. A really really good way.

“Oh wow,” he says with a sigh and closed eyes. “This does feel good.”

You smile and prop yourself on your elbow to face him and bop his nose. “You didn’t have to buy me this, but thank you nonetheless.”

Mingyu opens his eyes before holding you close to him, your head on his chest and his one arm underneath your body. He briefly kisses your forehead and closes his eyes again. 

“Anything for you.”

4. Showing that they care for one another

“I can always cook for you, if you want.”

Mingyu, being the ever all around and caring person that he is, decided to make you lunch. He cooked you your favorites because you mentioned at your dinner date (yes, you finally call your times spent together dates) that you missed eating them and cooking has been excluded from your schedule because of your lack of energy to do so. 

Your smile is beaming while you fix the collar of his coat. He hasn’t even showered yet by the looks of his disheveled hair and familiar yellow t-shirt you saw during your video call last night. He probably woke up earlier than usual to cook and rush to get here. 

“You know that I will appreciate that, right?” You ask and pat his chest. “But no thank you. I’m just busy this week. I will find a way to cook again.”

Mingyu purses his lips and nods. “Well, just say the word and I got you.”

You giggle and kiss his cheek. “How’s the song you’re working on with Wonwoo by the way?”

It was Mingyu’s turn to smile as he tail behind you to your bedroom. He mentioned this collaboration once (he talked about it for hours but that doesn’t matter) and his heart swells with pride that you remembered. You know that he has a lot of interests and that he’s good at doing them. Recently, he’s been immersed with music composing because he had the chance to visit Jihoon’s studio and watch him do his magic. Bringing Wonwoo along was a piece of cake because of their similar tastes.

“It’s doing great!” He answers and plops down on your bed. “We’ll try to finish recording this week and then we’ll continue from there.”

“I’m so excited to hear it,” you genuinely say while caressing his face. His eyes were closed when he nodded and smiled. He’s really sleepy now. “You can stay here if you want. Nap, shower or whatever.”

Mingyu has stayed the night countless of times. He has his own drawer of clothings, slippers, toothbrush, facial wash, soap and shampoo among many other belongings here already and if he had his own key, he can also just saunter his way in. But out of respect for you, he doesn’t. He can’t wait for that to happen though. 

Mingyu doesn’t need to be told twice, immediately removing his warm coat and dropping it to the floor. You roll your eyes and pick it up, folding it neatly before placing it on the chair. You watch him slip underneath the blanket and hold the pillow you use close to him, slowly falling asleep. 

You breathe out a dreamy sigh and lean down to kiss his forehead. “See you later, baby.”

5. Slowly, but surely falling in love

How do you even start finding the right words to describe how Mingyu has made a huge difference in your life? He tells you how you did all the time. You, however, can’t seem to exactly point them out. Your boyfriend (for the nth time, finally) is not bothered by one bit but you feel bad because you want him to know, you want to assure him.

He just shakes his head at you and pulls you closer to his naked torso, coaxing you to sleep and not let it get in your head. You relent after a while, giving his pecs a soft kiss and closing your eyes. 

The following morning, Mingyu wakes up early because he has to meet with the director and production crew that will bring their music video to life. They took a break after the song was finished to breathe and let ideas flow naturally without any force. The song was beyond amazing and you are proud of what he and his best friend accomplished. He’s on a roll these days and you're happy for him.

Mingyu remains on the bed, picking up his phone from the nightstand to check the time. His other arm remains wrapped around you, running soothing circles on your shoulder as you continue to sleep. He lowers the brightness level before scrolling any further, afraid that it will awfully wake you up. He has the option to get up, but he prefers you to not get cranky because he left.

Eventually, Mingyu has to force himself up but not without leaving kisses all over your face. You were already awake the moment he woke up. You were just stalling for time with your eyes closed so that you can keep him close to you. When he detaches himself, you finally open your eyes and follow his body walking towards the bathroom. 

The bedroom is dark from the closed curtains, but the light he turns on is enough for you to get a good grasp of how sexy and handsome your boyfriend is. You ogle at him and you’re proud of it. He has caught you numerous times already, but he admits that he’s the same with you. It doesn’t matter if you’re wearing a hoodie matched with sweatpants or a lace camisole paired with an underwear of the same material. His eyes will follow you.

After stretching your limbs that fell asleep with you, you sit up and stand from the bed as well. You put your slippers on and grab the cardigan he always leaves on the chair and drape it over your upper body. Mingyu hears your movements as he brushes his teeth and smiles at your sluggish steps towards him. 

“Breakfast?” You ask while wrapping your arms around his waist, your cheek resting against his back. 

“I’ll grab some with Wonwoo hyung,” he answers, rinsing the toothbrush. “Do you want me to cook for you?”

You shake your head no and plant a kiss on his warm skin. Even at this point of your relationship, Mingyu has been consistent. Always caring, always loving. 

“It’s okay. I’ll probably fall asleep again in the living room once you leave.”

Mingyu turns around and wraps his arms around your waist. You lean towards him and let his body engulf yours. He kisses, once or twice, the top of your head before reluctantly letting go to shower. 

“Let’s have dinner together tonight,” he says. “I’ll cook.”

“No, I will cook,” you rebut and he just shakes his head. “I love you, Mingyu.”

Mingyu almost slipped on the cold tiled floor. You laugh and he glares at you. 

“I told you not to surprise me like that!” He complains and shuts the curtains closed. 

You roll your eyes and walk outside to the living room.

“And I love you too!” 

[captain-kinda-trash]

Hi! I wanted to request some headcannons for rottmnt boys with a reader who gives great hugs and gets a plush hoodie this winter, so hugging them feels like hugging a teddy bear now

Of course!! Thank you so much for the request!!

Teddy Bear (ROTTMNT Headcanons)

This was what I had in mind while writing 🤔🤔⬇

Leo

Let's just be clear about one thing

Leo LOVES your hugs

CANNOT get enough of them

Long night of fighting for justice? Huggies

Gets into an argument with Donnie? More huggies

Hell, even walking past you in the lair, he'll do little grabby hands and act like a whiny baby until he gets his daily hugs 🙄 😩

But then you get a super soft, super fluffy, super warm sweatshirt?

Dead

He's dead

You're basically like a human heater for this cold-blooded blue boy

Since you've gotten it, you can hardly stop wearing it, because it's the most comfortable thing ever-

And Leo has gotten even more excuses to hug you

"Leo, im cooking!"

"bUT YOUR SOO COMFFYYY 🥴"

Will, without a doubt ask you to carry his lazy ass, just because he wants to snuggle into your sweatshirt

And don't even get me STARTED on movie nights with him

Because what begins as a cold-blooded turtle hanging onto your arm like a baby koala

Ends up being Leo curled up in your lap or somehow wrapped around you with this hot sweater

So while he's practically purring with comfort, you are sweating like a dog

Not to mention, this bitch is just heavy

like 200+ pounds of straight muscle, so I hope you don't have to use the restroom any time soon because it's going to take a while to pry this big baby off of you

I'd also like to mention, that you don't need to tell him not to steal your hoodie

because he’s gonna do it anyways 😎💙

You discovered this one day, when you slipped the article off to bake with Mikey

After a nice batch of cookies was made, your jacket was gone and you began parading around the lair to find it 

Only to see Leo, snuggled in his bed and playing on his phone, with your hoodie practically swallowing him whole

If he hadn’t looked so comfortable, you would have been angrier, and just settled for scolding him playfully for stealing it

it was hell trying to pry it off of him,  though...

This turtle knows how to wrestle and he will not hesitate to kick your ass over this fluffy sweatshirt 😤

These two things (hugs and your hoodie) combined just make Leo melt into a puddle, and he couldn’t be happier to have all of your teddy bear hugs :>

Mikey

um, have you met this turtle?

KING of hugs

It’s so great how both of you share the same energy

Though he’s more cold-blooded, like Donnie, he needs all of the hugs

It’s just your thing

With Raph, you have fist bumps, Leo, you’ve got a cool handshake, Donnie is more for high-fives 

And for Mikey, it’s hugs 

He practically tackles you to the ground in tight hugs whenever you get home from school/work and come to the lair, like a happy little puppy

Speaking of puppies…

That’s what he says your hoodie feels like whenever it first arrives in the mail.

Immediately, you throw it on, and Mikey is all over it, petting the soft fabric and squealing in excitement 

Can he please wear it?? 🥺

Little Mikey didn’t even have to ask before you shed the hoodie and let him try it on

And OH

MY

FLUFFY...

The amount of cuteness that this turtle radiates when he’s smiling like an idiot and flapping the oversized arms around is just-

He vows to get his own since it’s so warm and comfortable

But he’s very respectful and gives it back to you

Only to attack you in another hug and lift you off of the ground because you look so adorable

“You’re like a little teddy bear!” *excited squeal!*

Mikey 100% respects your space so if you’re ever snuggling, he’s instantly aware of your getting sweaty or uncomfortable and will let up or loosen his arms

Winter days?

Snuggles all day and night

when Mikey (politely) asks to wear your jacket, he’ll throw it on and give you piggyback rides around the lair, because we love fun

And for Christmas, you get him his own, and he’s IN LOVE 

Sweater buddies 

He gets one in his favorite color and little ears on the hood and once a week, when they need to be thrown in the washer, you’ll keep him warm while he waits.

(Leo gets jealous of all the attention you’re giving Mikey >:o)

Donnie

we all know that Don isn’t the biggest on physical affection

If he wants a hug, usually he’d be the one to initiate, which is totally cool, since usually he’s forced into a hug by his brothers (secretly loves it tho)

He does enjoy your hugs, though he can be a bit awkward and stiff with them at first

If he’s feeling down, needs to be warmed up a bit, he’ll immediately seek your comfort

Even out of his brothers, you’re secretly his favorite 

Sure he loves Dr. Delicate Touch, but sometimes Donnie would rather go to someone who isn’t very pushy with solutions, and is willing to listen

And we can also all agree that he has an immaculate fashion taste ✨💜

When he sees the fluffy sweater draped over your arm, he’s immediately running over, analyzing the fabrics, and rushing to get you to try it on

Why? Fashion show 

Loves the warmth of your hoodie

And I because “it’s so soofff”

Donnie’s blood runs the coldest out of all of his brothers and he has the most sensitive shell, so he just adores your sweater

Is definitely contemplating on getting one for himself, though he wouldn’t tell you at first, because you might think he’s trying to copy your awesome style, and that would just destroy his massive ego 😩💅

He enjoys it when you sit in his lab with him, maybe rested against his side with your hoodie on, as you play on your phone/read/draw

Also up for snuggles when it’s extra chilly in the Lair, or when his brothers aren’t around, because once again, damaged ego

Movie marathons?

Hell yeah

Donnie will always make sure your comfortable before he gets comfortable on the couch, so you won’t shift around while watching the movie

He’s also very vulnerable when he takes his battle shell off, and in more ways than one

You know he’s got real, strong trust when he does so and will let you carefully hug him from behind with your hoodie on, since it’s so soft

Donnie will also snatch your massive jacket if he gets the chance, and disappear into his lab for days with it on

And he’ll never tell a soul this…

But he loves it the most, because it smells like you, 💜

so it’s like having you right beside him while you’re gone, or when he’s busy building something 

Also, tries to use his classic and sarcastic charm when it comes to asking for your hoodie back

“Come on Don, it’s cold outside! I need it!”

“But would you take it from such a luxurious face as this?” 😏

“😒”

“Right, giving it back-“

He totally gets his own hoodie, by the way

Purple (obviously)

But it just isn’t the same as your own, so Donnie might just have yours on and then wrap his own around his waist

Yep

He sure does love his teddy bear 💜

Raph

Okay but Raph is an actual teddy bear-

A big, mom-friend, weapon-wielding teddy bear

He LOVES giving hugs, and most would recognize this, seeing the various pictures and instances where he pulls all three of his brothers in for a great big group hug ❤

He's constantly reminding himself that you are much much more prone to injuries than his brothers, so he holds you like a little baby when he hugs you

(Unless he gets super excited or has a really rough night, so just be aware that you might be restricted of breathing privileges in that case-)

Usually so gentle 🥺

Just picks you up and wraps those huge freaking arms around you like giant pillows

And he LOSES HIS SHIT when you come back with this fluffy ass hoodie

Has this infatuation with petting the fur and running his fingers over it

He has never felt something so soft in his entire life 😩❤

And then when he hugs you with it on-

aUGGGH ❤❤

"Why are you a like big teddy bear?!"

"Buddy, you're just getting a taste of my own world-"

Poor Raph, being the size he is and having such a spiky shell, can't just wear your hoodie like his brothers :(

I mean, sure he could take it so easily

But he doesn't want to disrespect your things, or make you upset, because this man is The Gentleman™

So, rather than asking to wear it, he'll ask to spend more time with you

Not just for the hoodie ofc, but because of your sweet gentleness and warmth

Better quit your job babe, because your new occupation?

Raph's cuddle buddy

He refuses to let you become uncomfortable, makes sure there are the right amount of pillows, blankets, and room for you to move around while you snuggle together etc.

Raph is also a heavy sleeper, so once he gets comfy and warm enough, he'll probably doze off and trap you in his big "arm cage"

Really, his nature is pure and gentle and everything you could ever imagine when it comes to hugging his little teddy bear ❤🐢

@getacactus @turtle-babe83

Hope you enjoyed this little ditty! I LOVED writing these!! 💜💜

[caravelmp3]

UNDER THE CANYON MOON

pairing: josh kiszka x female!reader warning(s): mostly fluff, just brief mentions of alcohol and sex  word(s): 2k note: hi hi hi !! this is just a little something i wrote up the last couple of days with the inspiration of light my love, canyon moon by harry styles, and the interview where josh talked about road-tripping the u.s. last summer <3 i don’t write one shots often but let me know what you all think bc i might shuffle some more out soon lol. hope you all enjoy !! :) 

The Los Angeles sun was hot, beating down onto the city basking in its late-summer hues. You parked your car on the street in Silver Lake and carried a bag of food and drink tray to the door of a recording studio, more than prepared to be swarmed by hungry boys who had been cooped up in the studio since five a.m. on the dot that morning. They had a breakthrough the night before with a new song, and after getting home and going to bed for a few hours, the creative juices started flowing again and they were back in the booth. 

A windchime on the door sang as you pulled the door open and walked inside, greeting their manager who was at a table by the door. 

“The boys here?” 

“Down the hall,” he nodded, pointing a finger in the direction of the hallway. “They’re more rowdy than usual so be prepared,” 

You laughed and turned down the hall, walking towards the studio. The walls were decorated with memorabilia of rock and roll greats and record plaques, and among them, you spotted a picture of the four boys with their Grammy award. It seemed like time had passed so quickly. They won the award for the first album and they were already working on their third, shooting them further into stardom. 

“Coffee’s here!” You shouted in a really bad New England accent when you noticed the recording light was flipped off above the door. 

You stepped into the room to a chorus of cheers and “thank god you're here”’s that made you laugh while sitting the food and drinks down on the table and they all rushed over. You handed out the specific orders and pointed to which drinks was theirs when they got handsy and tried to grab everything from her out of both excitement and some desperation for caffeine. 

“Our savior,” Jake said, reaching out and grabbing your shoulders to give them a gentle shake before taking the coffee you were holding out to him, and then you handed Danny’s to him, too. 

“Just the coffee girl here,” 

“Well, you’re a little bit more than that,” Josh said, walking over to the table to grab his full cup. 

You pressed a hand against the table, leaning over to him. “Just a little?” 

“A little bit,” he shot you a wink before swiftly pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You were more than just a “little more” than the coffee girl, you were typically their designated drunk driver, the one who took all of their candid photos, the mediator in times of need, and well, the girlfriend of the lead singer, too. 

Everyone in the studio took their food and drinks and scattered among the seating area in a break from recording. Instead of one tiny room with all of them cramped together, they had a wide open space with booths for the different instruments and bean bag chairs and big comfy, velvet sofas, and there was dim lighting with deep toned rugs that gave off the vibe of a more relaxed feel rather than the fluorescent-light, tiled-floor feeling that made them feel rushed and confined by rules they didn’t set themselves. 

You liked the studio, too, and often took naps on the sofa while listening to them play instruments individually in the recording booths and while they were writing. One night they had found you at two a.m., bundled up with a blanket on the bean bag chair after they spent the night writing in the front room on the piano, but it wasn’t the first time as you often napped in their Nashville recording offices, too. 

“You guys been busy today?” You asked jokingly while lowering onto the sofa armrest, receiving nothing but glares shot in your direction. “Okay, okay, touchy subject,” 

With a mouthful of bread, Sam pointed to Josh, “Josh finished a song, didn’t you?” He was grinning. 

You hummed in joy and surprise, grabbing Josh’s knee as he sat next to you. “Really?” 

It had been a rough few days for all of them as they tried to shuffle out a few more additions to the new album. It felt incomplete with something missing, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on what it was exactly, so they attempted to bring back and revamp old songs, write and record new ones, but nothing seemed to stick, until now. 

“Yeah, wanted to wait and show you later, but someone can’t keep his trap shut.” Josh said, pretending to be serious before cracking a smile and taking a sip of his coffee. “Just wanted it to be a surprise,” 

“Well it can still be a surprise, I’m surprised now,” you said. “Can I hear it? Or read what you got?” 

Josh nodded and stood, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. There was a little recording room fit with a piano inside, his writing journal placed on the music stand where he had scribbled notes and keys and melodies in pen. He picked it up and handed it to you. 

“Nothing seemed to click until last night, when I started putting it together.” He said. 

“Is that why you wouldn’t tell me what it was when you all got back to the house?” 

Josh shrugged, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, yeah, I wanted it to be special when you first heard it.”

You sat the coffee cup down onto the floor while lowering into the small chair in the corner, holding the journal like it was the most delicate piece of art in the world. In silence, while Josh watched on anxiously, you read the words he had splayed across the blank page. 

     Can you light my love?      Flames glowing bright as the sun      Deeper than oceans you run      Watch as our world has begun 

     Your mind is a stream of colors      Extending beyond our sky      A land of infinite wonders      A billion lightyears from here now

You felt your throat tighten, tears tempted your eyes. 

It was a love song. 

“Josh-” 

“Oh god you hate it don’t you, you dread it, despise it,” 

“Oh shut up, I’m in tears right now, you know I love it.” You looked up at him with a smile and a sniffle. 

His words across the page were sloppy, some cursive, written in different pens of different colors, some lines crossed and scribbled out, others underlined. 

“Your mind is something I will never fully understand.” You told him as he sat down on the chair next to you. “How the fuck did you come up with this-” 

“I was thinking about our trip out here, the week we spent driving out and all of the stuff we did… and how I think I fell more in love with you.” His voice softened. 

You reached out, placing your arm on his shoulder, fingers playing with his curls. “I can’t put it into words how much I love it, how much I love you,” you said, “and you make me sound so lovely when in reality I know I was a pain in the ass that entire trip.” 

“Yeah, but my pain in the ass,” he kissed the inside of your arm. 

Two weeks before the boys left Nashville to head to Los Angeles, Josh called you at midnight with an idea in mind – the two of you renting a camper to drive out to L.A., falling into all of the tourist traps along the way and stopping in random small towns to sleep while exploring the in between, which would definitely beat the boring four-hour flight. And you, half asleep and across the country, agreed. 

It would be fun. Right? 

And it was. Every time someone asked how it went, you called it “the most magical week of my life.” 

While the others waited behind for their flights the next week, you and Josh set off from Nashville, heading west with only the destination in mind and a trusty map in hand. Everything else just came to you both. 

The first stop was three hours in the trip, in Memphis. You and Josh roamed Graceland on Elvis Presley Boulevard and had lunch near Sun Studio before taking in the mementos and relics at the Blues Hall of Fame where Josh talked your ear off, rattling off more details about each band and singer than was on the info-cards on the wall. 

Then it was two hours to Little Rock, falling asleep in the back of the camper after a take-out dinner outside of a random supermarket. Sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of a parking lot, you held Josh’s hand under a blanket and watched the pink sunrise over the hills, and then it was back on the road again. 

From Oklahoma City to Amarillo, you fiddled with the map when Josh got lost after a wrong turn in a small town where he insisted on seeing the giant 66-foot LED soda bottle sculpture, and in the middle of northern Texas, he made it up to you by cooking your favorite dinner. You thanked him in a quiet whisper as you crawled into the bed with him that night, sliding under the covers where he greeted you with warm hands and kisses against your neck that made you squeal with the tickle of his mustache and he grinned against your lips. 

Josh got to choose the music all the way through New Mexico – Neil Young and Crazy Horse to John Denver’s Thank God I’m A Country Boy, and you were only able to squeeze in Joan Baez every hour when you stopped to stretch your legs on the side of the road, belting the words to him while he laughed at your voice cracks. 

And after you both pitched the tent in the Petrified Forest in Arizona, Josh hummed the tune to some new song while you two sat under the midnight stars in the canyon with a roaring fire, his arm around you, his sweatshirt draped over your shoulders. When he tried to start telling you a scary story after you heard a weird noise outside the tent, you blindly hit him in the dark and accidentally hit his nose, causing you both to burst into laughter after the initial panic left. He laughed loudly into your shoulder as you held his face in shock, catching the scent of your lavender lotion, and his body relaxed when the laughter died down, feeling so at peace in his life with you there. 

It was the tail end of the trip, but the excitement hadn’t died down yet. After showers in the camper in the middle-of-nowhere-Arizona and five hours west, you and Josh found a bar outside of Las Vegas that resembled Coyote Ugly, so you both had a round of tequila sodas and margaritas before walking around the small town that evening and sleeping off the tipsy-headaches in the air conditioning. On top of the covers, you looked at Josh napping in the sunshine, cheeks flushed red, curls poofy from the wind, and you felt your heart grow in your chest before falling asleep next to him. 

And then came Los Angeles, the final stop, the dreaded one. But you and Josh didn’t tell anyone that either of you were sad to be back with them in L.A. when they asked, and instead, you two smiled and hugged everyone after piling out of the camper in the drive-way of the Silver Lake house. 

Cleaning out the camper, tossing cheesy novelty t-shirts at each other and laughing at how many socks you two managed to lose along the way and how many bug bites were added, watching the developed clips Josh had filmed of scenes in the desert and you asleep in the passenger seat, you both were nostalgic about a trip that just ended. 

It was so easy, so freeing to just be together on the road, with only the destination in mind. It revealed a part of them that the other didn’t see often, like your tendencies to get your lefts and rights mixed up while giving directions, and Josh’s equally awful sense of direction didn’t exactly pair with the fact that he was a maniac while driving in the first place. 

But those parts were just added to the long list of why you and him loved each other in the first place. So you became the designated driver after Amarillo and Josh stuck to telling you “left or right” for the rest of the time. It was a compromise, another reason why you two worked so well together. 

It was a form of love in itself. 

“We’ll have to drive all the way back to Nashville then, so you can write more songs about me.” You teased. 

Josh rolled his eyes but cracked into a grin a second later. “Let’s not get too carried away,” but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t always mentally reliving the night under the canyon moon.

[themagicmc]

can you do riddle with an s/o who has issues with (TW) self harm? i struggle with this myself and it means a lot to see it written into fics

Oh of course my darling!

I give hugs to you and I hope you get better as time goes on!

(Trigger warning!!!)

Please give me suggestions!!

The Scars That Hold You

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Riddle x Reader TW!!

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It was a normal day just like any other, you were in Riddles room reading a book by the window. It was a warm day but here you were wearing a long sleeve shirt and pants. You also had gloves on that covered your hands, there was also a mask that covered your mouth. Riddle couldn’t understand how you managed to function in such thick clothing, not to mention the heat stroke you could suffer. You told him that you were used to it since back in your world you wore a sweatshirt 24/7. It was the truth but he believed that there was a deeper meaning and he was determined to find it.

You never came out of your room when it was night time like some others did. You always said you were going to change and go to bed, it wasn’t even curfew yet! Ace couldn’t believe how much of a goody two shoes you were to the rules. In truth you were bidding old and fresh scars that were caused by your own doing. One from the abuse you suffered in your old world, the scar that went from the middle of your right check all the way to the bottom of your neck. You also had scars that resulted from the harm you did to your own body. It was the only thing you thought was necessary for the release the pressure you felt everyday.

“Prefect aren’t you hot? Granted it’s cool in here but you have very thick clothes on,” Riddle said staring at you from his desk. You looked up from you book and stared at him lol he was crazy. “Because it makes me feel comfortable Riddle we’ve discussed this already.” An irk mark formed on your forehead, you were annoyed by the question, he asked this every day. He could feel the aura you were putting off and shut up before he made you mad. You sighed and close your book getting up and walking over to his desk. You hugged him from behind. “I apologize Riddle, I’m not sure what made me snap.” He hugs your arms as an exception to the apology. You soon felt that urge you always had, you needed to go….now.

When you let go you turned around and left the bedroom without a word to Riddle that you were leaving. The worried Riddle a bit so he decided to follow you keeping a good distance away from you. You got to the bathroom and stripped off some of your layers leaving you in the tank top you had underneath your long sleeve. The shorts you wore underneath didn’t even cover the scars on your thighs. You traced your fingers around the giant scar on your face, you stopped at your neck where it began. You grabbed a razor and was about to begin the pain but a hand stopped you making you drop it. You could see the red locks in the corner of your eye but you didn’t dare look at him. You felt ashamed, disgusted, revolted that he saw what you were doing.

“Rose…. How long?”

You didn’t want to answer him, you couldn’t, you didn’t want him to know what disgusting things happened to you back home. He sighed and brought a first aid kit out making you sit on the edge of the tub. Warning you of the alcohol sting he started to clean up your wounds. You stared down at the floor the entire time, not having the courage to look him in the eyes. When your arms and legs were bandages he sat next to you pulling your chin towards him. You still could t look at him.

“Y/N look at me…. I’m not going to yell at you or scold you… I just want to know why… you can trust me.” Tears formed in your eyes and your wall broke, as the tears flowed you told him of the abuse you suffered and why you do this now. He stayed silent the entire time letting you spill everything, but he held your hand. Your said anything and everything you could remember about your old life and why you didn’t want to go back. “I don’t even want to go home but Crowley won’t listen! He just ignores my pleas!” You sat there and cried and you where pulled into Riddles arms. He could feel his shirt becoming wet but he didn’t care, all he cared about was that he was someone you trusted with this. He was going to do everything in his power to make sure Crowley didn’t send you back to your horrible life. He pulled your head up and held it in his hands wiping your tears away before kissing your forehead.

“Im glad you finally told me Rose… I’m glad you trust me with this… Now no more of this, if you ever have the urge to harm yourself come to me. We can do something that can help ease the pressure. These scars that hold you won’t anymore.” You nodded and wiped at your face for any stray tears that might be left. You looked at him and smiled, “Thank you Riddle…. I love you so much.” He smiled and gave you a soft kiss on the lips, he took your hand and brought you out to your shared bedroom. There you two laid down and cuddled the rest of the night.

You never wore long and stuffy clothes again after that night.

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Do not repost!!!

@tatsulubbock

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[vampkaashis-wife]

Finals season w/ Shirabu Kenjirou

The time is 9:48AM, and your phone blares a notification. I’m outside and it’s cold af. Open the door before I get frostbite.

Groaning a little, you stumble out of bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you go for the front door. Opening it, you find Shirabu, already prepped for the day, evidently. In his one hand, he wields the carrier of two - rather large - cups of coffee. His other clutches the singular strap of his bookbag he’s placed over his shoulder. You keep telling him it’s bad for his posture and that bookbags were designed with two straps for a reason, but he doesn’t seem to care very much.

He leans in to kiss your bedhead. “How are you just now waking up?”

“Kenji, when have I ever woken up before 10 on my own?”

“Whatever. Brush up; I’ll make brunch for you.”

“Aw, you love me.”

“Stop stating the obvious and brush your teeth. Fix your hair while you’re at it.”

-

The time is 10:03AM, and Shirabu has toast and eggs plated just in time for you to walk out of your room, now straightened out for the day-long study session you’ve arranged. You’re not studying for any of the same classes, you and Shirabu, but it helps to have someone working next to you anyway.

-

The time is 1:21PM, and neither of you have stood up for a while. Your coffees are drained, and the brunch is starting to wear off. All the extras had been eaten by your roommates - because Kenjiro was sure to cook enough for all of them as well. You kick his foot lightly.

He glances up at you, then back to his work. You kick him again. He says, “We are not playing footsie right now, y/n.” The Christmas scented candle flickers between you.

“I’m starving.”

“What do you want to eat?”

“Dunno.”

“Can’t help you. I did brunch; it’s your turn to pick.”

“Mean.”

“Dramatic.”

-

The time is 3:30PM, and you and Shirabu are headed for your scheduled break. There’s a show you both wanted to watch, and you’ve studied enough until this point to deserve an hour or three bingeing Netflix and tossing around predictions about the next episode. He puts it on the TV while you mix together some hot chocolate for the both of you. He calls over his shoulder for you to grab some cookies on your way back, to which you wave the package already in your hand. 

Shirabu mocks every guy you dare call hot, just to hear you constantly agree that he’s hotter than all of them. You say it with obvious reluctance, and he has half a mind to kiss you senseless until you change your mind, but you push him away, insistent that you need to watch the set-up episodes for plot purposes. 

-

The time is 7:58PM, and you are now filled with dinner. Both of you have taken your turn in the shower, both of you clad in one of Shirabu’s sweatshirts. You’d thrown together some soup a while ago for dinner, and Shirabu is lugging one of your giant blankets into the living room. It’s time to continue the grind.

This time, you snuggle into the couch, trading pre-made flashcards collected from throughout the semester. With your legs thrown across his and your head tucked into his chest, you take turns reading them to each other, quizzing each other. Fairly often, he’ll read your flashcard, followed immediately with, “What the hell does that even mean?”

Far more often, you stumble on the pronunciation of his, mumbling along until he guesses the word you’re trying to say before answering the question.

-

The time is 11:11PM. 

You demand he makes a wish. He says, “Why wish for anything when I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here?” His eyes are soft, molten, even. “I love you.”

You smile. It’s not often he says it first. You usually have to pry it out of him with the declaration, “You love me.” 

The moment is broken when you press ice-cold fingers to his cheek. He yelps. “Why the fuck are you always so cold?”

[justthehiddleswrites]

Hammock | Loki x Female Reader

A/N: Hey look at me, I wrote something!  The first story based off of the Love is in the Air requests.  This was an anon request for Loki and a hammock

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary:  Tony has treated the team to an all inclusive vacation but Loki doesn’t seem to know how to relax.  You offer to help but that only makes your feelings for him more obvious.  To a point where you start avoiding Loki. Or at least try to.

Warnings:  implied smut, a couple of curse words, excessive fluffiness

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

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As the late morning sun hit your face, you sighed in contentment, rolling over from your stomach to your back. And then a shadow crossed your face. 

“How can you possibly be this happy?” A deep voice grumbled. You opened one eye, squinting at Loki, back lit by the sun, fully clothed.

“Well, for one, I’m dressed for the weather. How are you not sweating in…” You pulled your sunglasses off. “… are you wearing a sweatshirt? In Puerto Vallarta?” 

Loki scoffed. “I didn’t realize there was a dress code. I must have missed Stark’s memo.” 

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a romance novel from your bag you bought at the airport. “Don’t they have vacations on Asgard?”

Loki crossed his arms over his chest. “Ruling the Nine Realms doesn’t generally lend itself to leisure time.”

You flipped open your book. “Pity. And here I thought you knew how to have fun.” 

His mouth dropped open. “Hey… I know how to have fun.” 

You squinted at him. “Says the man wearing layers on the beach.” You returned to your book, smirking behind the pages. “If you want some help, just say the word.”

“I do not need help.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Suit yourself. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” You glanced up at him. “In the fun room.”

You watched as Loki stormed off, mumbling about you not doing fun if it bit you on the ass. 

“I have a very cute ass by the way!” you yelled after him.

-

Two days later, at the ungodly hour of 9 a.m., you woke up to insistent knocking at the door. With a groan, you dragged yourself to whip open the door to find Loki standing there.

“Loki… What the hell—”

“I’m asking for help.” He blurted out. 

You rubbed your eyes. “Give me 15 minutes.” You walked away, leaving the door. Loki stepped into your hotel room, following you as you headed towards the bathroom. 

“Where are you going?” You whipped around, snapping at him. 

“Um… not the bathroom?” Loki grinned widely.

“Chair. Now.” You pointed at an uncomfortable chair and spun back around into the bedroom. Loki wandered to the chair but diverted towards your suitcase. “Touch it and die, Loki!” He sat down. 

After a too brief shower, you stepped out in a romper and your hair wet. Loki stumbled to his feet. You took in his outfit and chuckled. 

“Black is not really a vacation color, Loki.” 

His long, slender fingers plucked at his pressed black t-shirt and black jeans. “I beg your pardon?”

You grabbed your bag. “Rule number one, you do not question.” 

Loki nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Rule number two. Call me ‘ma’am’ again and lose a testicle.”

Loki smirked. “Apologies.” 

You grinned back. “Come on, we’re going shopping.”

-

“LOKI!” you called outside of his hotel room bathroom. “Come on.”

“No.”

“Yes. I signed us up for surf lessons.”

The door flung up and Loki stepped out, bare-chested and in a pair of green board shorts. Your cheeks heated at the sight.

“You, what?” he demanded, his brows furrowed. 

“Uh… surf lessons… you, me, and the sea.” You glanced at your phone. “And we are going to be late. Come on, Loki!” He had just enough time to grab a shirt before you dragged him towards the beach. 

-

Loki turned out to be better at surfing than you expected. Although when he glanced over at you on the last wave, he wiped out hard. 

“What happened?” you giggled as you paddled to the beach and flopped onto the sand. Loki flopped down next to you. 

“My foot slipped.” he lied. He blushed under your gaze. 

You furrowed your brow. “Oh.” You attempted to hide your disappointment by digging through your bag. “You’re getting red.” You shoved a bottle of sunscreen at him. “Put this one.” 

Loki’s nose wrinkled. “I can’t reach my back. Will you help?” 

“I can’t… I have to… go. Ask someone else.” You scrambled to your feet and took off before Loki could protest. 

-

You avoided Loki for the rest of the day, begging off the team dinner that night.

“Come on,” Tony begged as you called him from your bed. “One drink. Just one drink and you can leave.”

You faked a cough. “I caught a bug on the flight. I would hate to get everyone sick.” 

Tony sent an entire pharmacy to your room in response. The next morning, you heard Loki knocking on your door, but you ignored it and the three phone calls, choosing instead to bury yourself in the blankets of the bed. 

When you finally emerged, you found a hammock tied up in a secluded area of the resort and settled in with your book. After no one bothered you, your mind slowed as the breeze6  rocked the hammock from side to side, lulling you to sleep.

-

When you ignored his phone calls and knocking, Loki took to searching every inch of the resort for you. And yet you eluded him. He slumped into a chair and held his head in his hands. 

“Damn it all!” he cursed. Loki wasn’t sure how he fucked up, but something had gone wrong. He squinted under the blistering sun and noticed a shady spot off in the corner. 

As he approached the area, he spied you asleep in the hammock, your book threatening to to tumble onto the ground, losing your place.

“Your book is—” Loki leaned over to grab the book, placing his weight on the hammock, sending you, your book, and him on a short but eventful ride to the ground.

“WHA!?!” you exclaimed as you noticed the hammock shifting. Your eyes snapped open to see Loki above and then below and then finally beside you. “WHAT THE FUCK, LOKI?!” You weren’t sure if you were screaming about him dumping you onto the ground or finding you in the first place. Neither were ideal. 

“But your book… I didn’t realize…” he sputtered as he clamored for your novel, shoving it into your hands. 

“Don’t you know how a hammock works?” You stood, brushing off the sand off your clothes.

His brow furrowed. “Of course, I don’t. I thought you were going to teach me how to have fun.” He stood as well, cleaning off his shorts and shirt. The ones you helped him buy. “I’ll let you be.” He stepped off towards the resort in hopes to find Thor or even Stark to annoy for amusement. 

You sighed. “Wait… I’m sorry for being rude. I…” You chewed your lip as you contemplated how to finish the sentence. “Let me show you.” You placed your book down and sat down on the hammock before swinging your feet over and settling in. “Easy as pie. Your turn.”

You gestured to another hammock hanging nearby, but Loki sat down on the one you occupied, swinging his legs and sliding in next to you. He smiled widely at you. “You’re right, easy as pie.”

You gritted your teeth. “I meant one of the other hammocks, Loki.” You wiggled away. 

“If I did that, we can’t talk. Why are you avoiding me?” Loki stared at you.

Your cheeks burned. “I… I… I… no… not… I…” you sputtered and mumbled.

“I thought we were friends.” Loki winced slightly at the word. “I thought you liked me.” he sighed. “But if I’m mistaken, I’ll let you be.” He swung his legs, but you grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him back.

“We are friends, Loki.” your voice trembled. “That’s the problem. We are just friends. And I like you.” 

“How is that a problem? Friends should like…” His brows raised and his eyes grew wide. “Oh…” 

You hid your face as you fought off hot tears. “Oh…” you sniped back, sarcastically. “Now if you don’t mind, I would prefer to wallow in my self-delusion and pity alone.” You pushed his shoulder, but Loki grabbed you by the wrist.

“I feel the same.” he said. “Why else did I agree to come to this wretched place? For a tan? I am a Frost Giant.” He chuckled. “I hoped to spend more time with you.”

“But… but…” Your mouth dropped open. “Why?”

Loki cupped your face with his hand, cool against your sun heated skin. “Does love need a reason?” He didn’t wait, couldn’t wait another moment. He pressed his lips to yours. 

You sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around Loki as best you could. “Did you say ‘love’?” you giggled. “A girl could get spoiled with kisses like that.” 

Loki nuzzled into your neck. “And you haven’t seen me in the bedroom.”

Tony overheard a loud shriek and giggle from the pool bar. He glanced up to see Loki running with you over his shoulder. “About fucking time.” he muttered before popping a nacho into his mouth. 

[emmyhem]

always (l.r.h) part two

a/n: hi everybody! here is always part two, this is actually one of my favorite writings and one that I was looking forward to writing and posting a lot. it’s another angsty piece but with a sappy happy ending :) also it’s unedited but what else is new. i’ll probably post again tomorrow either a bestfriend!calum piece or a roomate!luke piece that are titled in my masterlist. i hope everyone enjoys and is having a wonderful day. i definitely am after that livestream today. (i would say that i didn’t cry because of how good and happy they all looked but that would be a lie) anyway i hope you enjoy and as always my messages are always open to chat or whatever and feedback and comments are always appreciated. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader 

summary: it’s time for you decide whether or not luke’s mistake is worth losing the love of your life. 

warning(s): mentions of alcohol, cursing, angst (but with a happy ending), self doubt, insecurity, mention of throwing up 

word count: 2.9k

pt. 1

The longer you watched the window the more you were convinced mother nature was taunting you. The rain droplets that cascaded down the glass mirroring the tears that hadn’t stopped falling since you left Luke speechless in the driveway. It had to be for your benefit, I mean it was Los Angeles. California was in a drought for god’s sake. 

Despite the fact that nature was mocking you, you couldn’t dare pull your eyes away. The alternative was to face the endless voicemails waiting for you on your phone that glowed dimly beside you. You knew you would have to hear them eventually but right now you knew that even a breath, let alone full sentences from Luke would break you in every sense of the word. You feared the sound almost as much as the content behind it.

 You weren’t ready to be okay, you needed to wallow in your pain for a bit longer. As bad as that sounds you knew it was the only way you could convince yourself to let him back in, to forgive him. It was also the only way you could forgive yourself. Your body needed to feel how tortured you were without him, how much you needed his affection, his love, and him. Not his money. 

Part of you knew deep down that Luke didn’t mean what he said, the part that awakened the butterflies that had taken permanent residence in your stomach since he had entered your life. The part that caused all your senses to align when Luke kissed you the night you finally understood what it meant to love someone with everything you have. The same part that was clawing at your heart right now as your mind replayed the look of pure devastation that was painted on Luke’s pretty features as you drove away from him. That part was itching for you to run to him, to cuddle into his embrace and say “I forgive you. I’ll never leave you again. Love me?” 

But, it was the other part of you that was causing the problems right now, the part that snuck up on you each time you felt secure in yourself and tore it all down in seconds. The part that told you there was no way you were good enough for your boyfriend when you stared at your reflection in the mirror for even a second too long. The part that Luke was typically the one to silence when it overwhelmed you in a crowded room, with just a tender kiss to the forehead, or squeeze of your hand. The same part that constantly craved for Luke to be proud of you the way you were of him in anything he decided to pursue. That part was completely shattered last week when, whether intentionally or not he showed you that not only was he not proud, but also felt burdened by your lack of brilliance. 

“Y/n,” your friend called, breaking you from your self-loathing thoughts as she approached your brittle body, enveloped in every single fuzzy blanket you could get your hands on. 

“Hi.” you croaked, pulling your stinging eyes from where they had settled on a particularly large rain droplet that had stolen your interest as you wondered how much more water it could withstand before it burst from its flawless embodiment and shattered to the sill below. You wondered the same about Luke, how much more of your insecurity and emotional baggage would it take for him to burst. How much more of your mediocrity could he compensate for before you began to strip him of his excellence? 

“Have you talked to him yet?” she inquired, eyes going soft as she looked at you with sympathy. 

“No.” you groaned, pulling yourself up. “Do I have to?” 

She shook her head, dismissing you. “You know that you’re welcome here as long as you want, but anyone could tell that you’re completely miserable without him, even if he is being an epic prick.” 

You sniffled and wrapped your arms around your best friend.

“Am I an idiot for wanting to forgive him?” you spoke into her hair. 

She returned the embrace and settled next to you in the bed, “I think if he really is sorry then you’re incredibly strong for it. And you’re never an idiot, that would be your blonde haired beau.” 

You laughed softly at her innocent dig, the giggle catching slightly in your throat as it had only been releasing pathetic pleas, and broken sobs for the past few days. 

Y/f/n handed you your phone, the photo of Luke and Petunia sitting by the pool being almost completely covered by all the missed call notifications that had taken over your lock screen. 

“I think you should at least hear what he has to say babe, for your sake if not for his.” 

You let out a heavy sigh and accepted the phone, wrapping your favorite blanket around your shoulders and dragging your feet to the bathroom for some privacy. 

You took a seat in the empty bathtub throwing the blanket across your body. You reasoned it was the perfect place to listen to the messages because as soon as Luke’s voice flooded the room you would be completely submerged in him and you didn’t trust your legs to hold you up. 

You clicked the most recent voicemail, time stamped from 1:28 am last night. As you selected the speaker option you allowed your eyes to fall closed and without noticing or trying you held your breath. 

“Y/n,” 

Only one word in you could immediately tell two things without a trace of doubt. One, he’d been crying, and two he was drunk. If you had to guess you would say tequila, it had always been his favorite and he had a bad habit of nursing his wounds in the liquor cabinet. It shattered your heart to think of him broken, and vulnerable and as he continued to speak you found yourself wrapping your arms around your body for comfort. 

“I miss you and I’m sorry. I-” his voice cut off as a sob played through your phone. You released a matching one while squeezing  your eyes tighter, a shaky hand bringing your phone closer as if it would bring him as well. 

As he continued, your mind began to paint a vivid picture. You saw him sitting on the kitchen floor, an old ratty sweatshirt struggling to keep him warm, damp tear stains spoiling the sleeves. There was a half empty bottle to his side and the tip of his nose was red as it peeked out from the hood. You shook your head in an attempt to rid yourself of the image that felt like your personal nightmare.

“I-I can’t live without you, really I don’t think I can. I need you and I love you. I love you so much. Just please come home to me, please baby.” he spoke through gasps of breath that caused worry to spread across your body.

You paused the message as a dull ache creeped up from the bottom of your stomach and to your throat which was tightening by the second. You tossed your phone onto the blanket which you had kicked off as your body heated up, and sprung out of the tub landing firmly in front of the toilet. Gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail in your hand you hunched over and retched into the bowl. Y/f/n burst through the door as you gagged and coughed repeatedly, she took your hair from you and rubbed soothing circles on your back as you tried to focus your breathing through your nose. This wasn’t the first time you had cried yourself into throwing up during your stay so she knew what to do to calm you down and settle your stomach. 

As you finished the glass of water she had poured from the sink while you brushed your teeth she held your car keys out to you. 

“Please go see him. I can’t see you like this anymore.” 

You nodded accepting the keys reluctantly and made your way to your car.

 Once outside you noted that the rain had started coming down harder, it seemed fitting as your situation reached its climax. By the time you got into the car your hair was wet and stringy, dripping onto Luke’s shirt that you had been wearing since the night you left. You quickly tied it back and drove away, hoping the sound of the rain could calm your nerves before you got back to your house. 

When you got there the sun was setting and the rain was still falling steadily, you grabbed a jacket from the back seat and held it over your head as you ran to the house. The jacket didn’t give you much protection from the water and you were soaked by the time you reached the door. Taking one big breath, in through your nose, and out from your mouth as you had been repeating the whole ride there, you raised your quivering hand and knocked three times. 

Expecting it to take a few minutes for him to reach the door you were shocked when it swung open in just a few seconds. Your heart sunk as you took in Luke’s appearance, although you were sure you looked just as bad if not worse. Deep dark circles sat beneath his bloodshot eyes, his stubble had grown in a bit longer than he typically liked it and his lips were chapped and bitten down. Guilt panged in your chest, how awful of a girlfriend were you to let it get to this point? The thought made you question if he would even want you here. 

Apparently the time apart had completely fucked with your ability to read Luke’s face because even frozen in shock, his eyes began to fade into that special soft color of blue they only got to around you. He felt as if a giant weight had been lifted from his chest and just as it had been since the moment you left the only word running through his head was “y/n.” 

He didn’t see your messy, wet hair or the ratty tshirt that swallowed your figure. He didn’t see your eyes puffy from crying or your bitten down nails that you were bringing back up to your mouth in that moment as your nerves got the best of you. All he saw was y/n. His y/n. You came home to him and as far as he was concerned you looked like an angel. Warm, sweet, and perfect. So fucking perfect. 

Your eyes ran over his face anxiously, waiting for him to say something, or invite you in, or even slam the door in your face. Anything. After a minute of silence you gathered up the courage to speak first. 

“Sorry I never called you bac-'' your words were knocked from your mouth when Luke took a step forward and wrapped you up into the tightest hug you’d ever experienced. Your limbs fit together perfectly, and the second your bodies met you felt recharged, as if everything was in place once again. And Luke felt like for the first time in a week he could breathe. 

“I don’t deserve you.” he sighed as you pressed your nose into his chest deeply breathing in the smell you could only describe as home. “Thank you for coming back to me, I don’t work without you.” 

From your position in his arms you could see the mess splayed on the floor behind him. It was just as you had pictured it earlier, a thin blanket and scratchy throw pillow were scattered on the floor in front of the sink, a bottle lying on it’s side just next to them. Guilt inched up your spine when your eyes made contact with a framed picture of the two of you on top of the blanket. 

“I’m sorry.” you sobbed into his chest, your hands clawing at the material of his sweatshirt. 

He pulled back quickly, keeping his hands on either sides of your waist, “No baby, why’re you sorry. This is all my fault, I was awful. You...you’re perfect.” he pressed as you shook your head in distress, unable to stop your tears. 

“N-no I stayed away for so long, even when I knew I wa-wanted to forgive you. I was embarrassed and...and selfish.” you struggled to speak over your tears while Luke looked down at you sad and confused. 

“What’re you talking about, love?” 

You sniffed and dropped your hands from Luke’s chest, “I j-just wanted you to be proud of me.” the end of your sentence was nearly lost in your sobs but Luke understood. And in that moment he regretted going into music instead of engineering, or science, or whatever would’ve helped him to invent  a time machine so he could go back and beat the shit out of whoever or whatever had possessed him last week. 

His hands moved to cup your cheeks, his thumb tracing lightly over your bottom lip. 

“I am proud of you baby.” 

He leaned in slowly, and hesitantly, almost as if he was testing the waters, like this was new. As if he hadn’t kissed you thousands of times before. You looked up at him through your lashes littered with unshed tears and nodded your head slowly. He still had so much left to say, you still had so much left to say but you both had been needing this for as long as you’d lost it. He pressed his lips to yours gently, afraid that even one wrong move and you would decide that you had made the wrong choice in coming back. He wouldn’t survive that, he couldn’t lose you twice. 

As he went to pull away you snaked a hand around the back of his neck pulling him back towards you. This time when your lips collided his body sagged into it, both arms wrapping around your back and lifting you up to the tips of your toes. Your eyes drifted shut and you reveled in the feeling of him pressed up against you like this. When the kiss broke you kept your faces close enough that your noses were touching, and opened your eyes to see Luke’s still closed, his eyebrows furrowed as he pressed his forehead to you. 

“You’re what I’m most proud of.” he exhaled, his eyelids still shut lightly. “My greatest achievement is getting you to love me and I can’t believe I almost blew it.” 

You brought a hand to his face and stroked his cheek lightly, the feeling of his overgrown stubble foreign to your fingers. 

“It would take a lot more to get rid of me.” you assured. “I think m’too in love with you.” 

He opened his eyes, locking them with your own, and spoke firmly but with a softness that was and would always be reserved for only you. 

“I want to make it clear that you do not in any way leech.” he dragged the last word out, laced in disgust as if it were hard for him to say. “I lucked out. I actually just seem to keep lucking out, my job, my life, and you.” He placed a hand across your jaw and tilted your chin up before continuing. “I completely lucked out with you. I have lots of money, more than I need actually and it makes me feel fucking incredible that I can take care of you. That’s all I wanna do for the rest of my life.” 

Your mouth broke into a smile hearing him verbally commit to a lifetime with you. 

“But, with that being said I know you don’t need me-” 

“I do need you.” you interrupted. 

Luke threw his head back at your words, a toothy grin overtaking his face before he pressed a chaste peck to your forehead. 

“Y’know what? You’re too fucking cute. I meant financially baby, m’trying to apologize here.” 

You nodded for him to continue, struggling to contain your own beaming smile. 

“Anything you decide to do occupationally or otherwise could never, ever let me down. You’re physically incapable of it. I’d be a lucky guy if you let me stick around for it all and I promise to never forget that again. I’m sorry I did in the first place.” he took a deep breath before finishing his rant. “M’only able to give you the world if you let me. Let me?” 

You answered his question by attaching your lips once again, desire and need radiating off of the place where your lips met. As your taste buds reacquainted themselves with Luke’s mouth you wondered how you had gone even a day without him. 

Luke felt like he was flying and he couldn’t wrap his head around how anyone in the world could live without, seeing you, knowing you, and kissing you. He also knew that he would do anything to ensure that he never had to go a day without you for the rest of his life. 

“How long does it take to get an engagement ring sized?” he wondered to himself. 

If he could’ve read your mind he would’ve seen white gowns, tiered cakes, and little blue eyed, curly haired monsters running amuck. 

“I want everything with you, the whole world.” you affirmed when you pulled apart for air. 

“Yea?” he responded. 

You hummed against his lips, “Always.” 

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All Men Have Limits - III

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,500+

Previously on…

Bruce was having yet another night without sleep. It happened often. And similar to the rest of the family, he just learned to function on very few hours of sleep.

So, he decided to make his way down to the kitchen.

But as he walked down the long hallway of bedrooms, he noticed that Y/N’s door was open. He glanced inside to see that it was empty and her bed was still neatly made from this morning. 

He looked down at this watch to see that it was almost 5AM.

A part of Bruce expected to find Y/N snacking or drinking coffee. But she wasn’t in the kitchen either.

Bruce sighed, realizing where she’d be and made his way down to the cave.

He expected to find Y/N with her eyes bloodshot and shoulders hunched over at the computers.

What he didn’t expect was to find Y/N passed out, slouched in the chair, knees in her chest and head balanced on the palm of her hand. How her elbow stayed propped up on the arm of the chair was beyond Bruce.

He smirked at the sight.

Perhaps she’d been spending too much time around the Wayne family. She was starting to adopt their bad habit of exhausting themselves.

Bruce knew she would be irritated if he moved her. But, honestly, he didn’t really care.

Carefully, Bruce slipped his arms behind her back – separating her from the chair – and then behind her knees, slowly lifting her into his arms.

Even though the movement was extremely smooth, Y/N still stirred.

“I was just taking a cat nap,” Y/N mumbled, but couldn’t even open her eyes to make the argument compelling. “I’m still working.”

“No, you’re not. Time to get some sleep.”

“Mmmm. Fine,” she slurred and tucked her head into his neck.

Bruce wasn’t sure if her mind even put together that it was him carrying her.

But he savored the closeness as he carried her out of the cave and up the stairs to the second floor of the manor.

When they got to her bedroom, Bruce put her down on the bed so softly, that she didn’t even feel it. Then he bent down to take off her shoes and unfolded the covers to tuck her in.

Just as Bruce reached the door.

Y/N woke up slightly and muttered, “Night, Bruce.”

His hand froze on the doorknob. It was so quiet that he wasn’t even sure if he had imagined it. But he couldn’t find the courage to turn and face her.

So he shut the door and let her sleep.

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“Where’s Y/L/N?” Damian asked the table.

She usually ate breakfast with them.

“Still sleeping,” Bruce answered without looking up from the newspaper. “No one bother her today. She needs to rest,” that made him look up and give a warning look to Tim, Damian, and Dick.

Then Jason came stomping into the kitchen.

He grabbed a pastry and ate it standing up, getting crumbs all over the floor.

“Where’s ladylove?” He asked with his mouth so full that he looked like a chipmunk.

Bruce ignored him and looked back down at the paper.

But Dick frowned at him. “Don’t call her that.”

“What do you care?” Jason laughed.

Dick didn’t dignify the question with an answer. He just thrust his chair back and shoved Jason’s shoulder as he stormed past him.

“What’s his fucking deal?” Jason asked once he was out of ear shot.

“Watch your language,” Bruce warned with a glare from behind his paper.

Jason exhaled a laugh. “I’m not a kid. I also don’t live under your roof anymore.”

“And I consider that a gift,” Damian muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jason smacked the back of his head.

Damian flew out of his seat and lunged for him. “I will end you, Todd!”

“Maybe when you hit puberty, demon spawn.”

“Damian!” Bruce shouted to get his son’s attention. His son snapped to attention. But then Bruce’s tone was eerily calm when he continued with, “Control your anger.”

It was something they’d been working on since Damian arrived at the manor. Bruce guessed that Damian would always have a temper. But he needed to learn how to control it. Through time and practice, he got better.

Damian took in a deep breath, but still looked like he wanted to murder Jason.

“I will be training,” Damian announced through an irritated sigh before leaving.

Bruce glared at Jason. “Don’t push him.”

“He started it.”

“You claim you’re not a kid, so don’t act like one.”

“Speaking of kids…” Jason started with a smile.

Bruce swiftly stood up. “Don’t even try.”

Then he was gone as well, leaving just Jason and Tim.

“Well, it appears everyone is in a rather bad mood this morning,” Jason joked.

But there was no response from Tim.

“Are you sleeping with your eyes open?!?” Jason yelled.

That woke up Tim and he jumped. “Huh? What?”  

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Y/N would’ve slept the whole day if she hadn’t smelled the coffee and breakfast.

She winced as she woke up to see if her mind was playing tricks on her.

But on top of her nightstand sat a beautiful, antique tray with a full American breakfast on it, a cup of water, a giant mug of coffee, and a little vase with a tiny flower in it – a single, pink peonie.

Y/N rubbed her eyes awake with a shy smile.

Alfred was way sneakier than she realized if he could bring in a full tray like this and not even wake her up. She must be far more exhausted than she originally thought.

But then a piece of paper caught her eye. A note.

Y/N reached for it.

In the neatest handwriting Y/N had ever seen, she read:

“Perhaps you should take the day to relax. I apologize for my behavior last night.”

Y/N snorted at the word ‘behavior.’ Everything he had done last night was passive. It was more of an energy and tension than actual behavior. But Y/N had to give him credit for being aware of it. He had annoyed her last night, especially when Dick somehow took the fall for her own actions regarding her own life.

She ate the food at a disturbingly fast rate, not realizing how starved she’d felt until taking the first bite.

She would definitely miss Alfred’s cooking when she finally left Wayne Manor… whenever the hell that would be.

Y/N hoped it was sooner rather than later.

‘No, you don’t. Liar.’ A voice said inside her head.

Once Y/N had finished eating at light speed, she threw on a pair of baggy jeans and a cropped sweatshirt. She grabbed her coffee and carried it through the hallway.

She heard typing coming from Bruce’s office. He hadn’t used the room since she starting stay at the manor. So, her curiosity got the best of her and she leaned into the doorframe.

Bruce was wearing a navy polo that fit tight on his toned body. He was behind the desk, typing on the computer with his brow folded in concentration.  

He immediately noticed her presence and looked up from his work.

“Hi,” she said shyly before she leaned her back into the doorframe and took a sip of coffee.

“Hi,” he smiled back.

“Thank you for the breakfast.”

Bruce leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. “I can’t take credit for the actual cooking,” he admitted with a smirk.

“Oh, I know.” Then she looked around the study. “I was on my way to the cave when I heard you in here.”

Bruce frowned at that. “I thought you were going to take the day off.”

“I think you thought I was taking the day off.” Then she raised an eyebrow and glanced at all the work spread out on his desk. “Maybe you should take a break.”

“This is Wayne Enterprises, not my…nighttime…activities.”

Y/N shrugged and sipped more coffee. “Still work.”

Bruce rubbed his face. “Guess so.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Y/N walked into the room and didn’t break eye contact. “If you take the day off, so will I.”

She expected Bruce to immediately shoot down her offer.

But he was smirking as he considered her proposition.

“Deal,” he told her before standing up and walking out from behind the desk.

He got unnecessarily close, invading her space.

Bruce held out his hand.

Y/N grinned at the formal gesture, but shook his hand.

But when their hands gripped together, the gesture no longer felt formal. It felt intimate. Y/N’s grin fell when she acknowledged it.

“What did you have in mind?” Bruce asked. He put his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

If he felt the same intimacy as she had, he didn’t show it.

Y/N cleared her throat. “How about something simple? Maybe a walk?”

Bruce nodded slowly. “A walk sounds good.”  

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Y/N sassed.

He shook his head and almost rolled his eyes before gesturing to the door, silently telling her to go first.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was getting an informal tour of the grounds at Wayne Manor from the owner himself.

Y/N listened closely, genuinely finding all the history interesting. Bruce was surprisingly a good storyteller – even if he was more informative than colorful.

“I know you had a hard childhood. But it still must’ve been nice growing up in a place like this,” Y/N tried to tell him.

“I suppose so.”

He glanced at Y/N and found her giving him an encouraging look, as if she was silently begging him to say more, to share more.

But he left it at that.

“Damian is rather fond of animals. That’s why we updated the old outbuilding. He keeps his horses there…amongst other things.”

Y/N chuckled and nodded, “He was telling me about Batcow the other day.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate me telling you this, but I think Damian has enjoyed having you around – all the boys have.”

Y/N hummed and turned to fully face Bruce. “And what about you? Have you enjoyed having me around?”

“Wayne Manor is the safest place for you right now.”

“That’s not what I asked, Bruce.”

But he already knew that.

Y/N waited. Because she wasn’t going to let him ignore her question.

“Dick has taken quite a liking to you,” Bruce said quietly.

“Don’t change the subject,” Y/N snapped.

He opened his mouth to continue, but she cut him off.

“We’re not talking about me and Dick. We’re talking about me and you.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

Y/n took a step closer to him. “Why did you kiss me the other night?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Did you not want me to?”

“What does it matter?” Y/N sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I want to know what you’re thinking. I thought I put up walls. But you give me nothing, Bruce. Absolutely nothing. One second I think you see me as a nuisance, then the next you’re fucking kissing me.”

“You’re not a nuisance.”

“Oh, he speaks!” Y/N threw up her arms.  

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He asked evenly.

Always calm and collected. Overly polite. Controlled. Closed off.

“Forget it,” Y/N breathed and started walking back to the manor.

But after she was a few yards away, she realized she wanted to say one last thing and turned back around.

“Not that it matters. But I did. I did want you to kiss me.”

“Then why did you run away?” Bruce asked.

“Because I knew you would do it eventually. And I was trying to protect myself.”

-

So much for a “day off.” When Y/N was upset, she turned to her work to take her mind off of things. Was it denial? Was it displacement? She didn’t like to dwell on it. And most of the time, there was no one in her life to call her out for it.

Y/N thought she was emotionally distant, but Bruce won that race by a landslide. And she found it infuriating.

It was interactions like the one she just had that made Y/N think everything Dick tried to tell her about how Bruce saw her was utter bullshit.

Y/N arrived to the cave with an energy she was definitely not expecting.

Damian and Dick were training on the lower level while Tim and Jason observed from the sides.

Y/N had seen footage of each of them fighting before. It was one of the research pieces she’d watched while investigating them before figuring out their identities. But seeing it in person was a completely different experience.

Dick was using his escrima sticks,  while Damian had his katana.

Jason noticed her arrival and made his way over with a smirk.

“Was wondering when you’d wake up,” he greeted.

“Please tell me that’s a sword for training and not an actual blade,” Y/N asked nervously while her eyes followed the two dancing around each other. She could even hear the blade slicing through the air.

“Don’t worry. They won’t seriously hurt each other.” He had a little side smirk. “Especially since Dick is Damian’s favorite.”

Y/N looked at Jason. “I always assumed Bruce was his favorite.”

He shrugged. “Dick’s been a father to Damian far more than Bruce ever has.”

She didn’t have anything to say to that. It caught her by surprise a bit.

“Can you fight?” Jason asked her.

Her eyes widened. “No. I don’t know how to do…anything. I did one of those boxing workout classes. I hated it. All the instructors are male models, and that’s their side hustle.”

“I can assure you that was not boxing,” Jason laughed. “Why haven’t asked one of us?”  

Y/N shrugged. “Seems like a waste of your time.”

“No, it sounds like a fun time,” Jason corrected.

She laughed at that.

They both watched the two again.

A few moments went by before Y/N quietly added, “I have a gun. I don’t really know how to use it. But I thought it was necessary with my…line of work.”

Jason nodded slowly. “These pansies have a certain aversion to guns.” He looked down at her. “If you need me to show you a few basics, let me know.”

Y/N quickly looked at him. “T-Thank you.”

He laughed. “Don’t look so surprised.”

Jason Todd may have been labeled an anti-hero or even a criminal at one point. But deep down, he was still a Wayne. And even though he had the reputation of the bad boy, they all knew he was a sweetheart deep down. However, Y/N was now just seeing it.

Y/N jumped when Damian was slammed to the ground.

“Jesus,” she hissed.

“He’s fine,” Jason insisted.

But then he leaned closer and started pointing out certain moves to her. 

“With Dick’s gymnastics background, he incorporates a lot more acrobatics and moves that require more flexibility. He’s good at improvisation. He also leans more toward taekwondo. But with his escrima sticks, he also uses arnis.”

He looked down to make sure he wasn’t boring Y/N before he continued.

“He almost moves like a dancer,” she thought aloud, proving she was interested and engaged.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “Whereas Damian is still a kid. It’s less about power and more about agility. Before he got here, he was trained to kill. He’s mastered the sword better than any of us – but don’t tell him I said that. Damian’s had to adjust his technique and turn it non-lethal.” He smirked, “Just think devil ninja and that pretty much sums it up.”

Y/N laughed.

“And Tim?” She asked.

“Tim leans towards Kobudo, which is an ancient style developed by the Japanese. He prefers to use a battle staff. He’s smaller, so his technique is very calculated and controlled. Every move he makes counts for something. He’s extremely observant and can read his opponents like a book. Dick tries to create his openings, while Tim waits for the exact right moment.”

“Smart,” Y/N commented.

Jason nodded in agreement.

She turned back to him. “And you? What’s your style?”

“Brutal,” a voice said behind them.

Y/N whipped around to see Bruce standing behind them with his arms crossed. He’d changed, and was now wearing a tank top and sweatpants. Clearly he came down with the intention to train as well.

Jason didn’t seem surprised nor did he acknowledge him, meaning he probably knew the moment Bruce had arrived. He just didn’t care to notice him outwardly.

“Wing chun. Heavy-weight boxing. Krav Maga,” Bruce continued as if he was just listing of stats. “Angry…” he shrugged, “sometimes reckless.”

Jason scoffed at that.

“And he can’t seem to get over his complex for guns,” Bruce finished.

Jason turned to him. He was just an inch or so taller than Bruce. But he looked like he was twice the width and his muscles were somehow even bigger.

“Should we give her a show, B?” Jason offered with amusement.

“We’re not a spectacle, Jason.”

Jason looked down to Y/N. “Such a party pooper this one.”

She smirked at his sass. Bruce was not in her good graces right now, so she would support any and all mocking of him.

Y/N hadn’t even looked at Bruce since he arrived. And now she was choosing it as a perfect time to finally make her way to her computers and away from him.

Jason didn’t miss the cold shoulder. “What did you do to piss off yet another woman?”

Bruce glared at him, and walked down to the training area with the boys.

Jason followed after him. 

He looked back and forth between Bruce and up at Y/N, a plan developing in his head.

“$100 bucks Bruce can lay out Dick in two minutes,” Jason said loud enough that Y/N could hear him.

Tim and Damian shared a smirk.

Bruce and Dick glared at him.

“I’m not betting against that,” Damian announced.

Tim smiled. “But I will.”

Dick shook his head in submission, “Fine.”

Bruce needed the practice, even though he was aware Jason had ulterior motives with his request. So he just gave Dick a look of consent.

Y/N tried to ignore what was happening, even though Jason made it very clear for her. She heard the sound of fists and feet hitting skin. He heard their grunts of pain and exertion.

It wasn’t until she heard Dick torment Bruce with, “Come on, old man,” that Y/N couldn’t help but turn to watch them below the platform she worked on.

Dick’s teasing worked, but not in his favor.

Bruce no longer took it easy on him. Maybe that’s what Dick wanted, but he was now on the defense.

They were fighting hand to hand. No escrima sticks or gadgets. Just hand-to-hand combat.

Y/N could tell the that Dick was starting to get frustrated. 

Bruce, however, seemed completely calm. He knew all of the boys’ fighting styles and taught them the majority of what they knew. There was a part of Bruce in all of them. It almost made for an unfair fight. 

Their movements got faster and faster. Y/N was struggling to figure out what was even happening anymore.

But just when she was about to give up her observing and get back to work, Bruce managed to get a proper grip on Dick and flipped him over his shoulder.

Dick landed on his back hard. So hard, that Y/N heard the smack and the sound alone made her feel sick.

Y/N gasped, and put a hand in her mouth when the sound came out louder than she expected.

Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Dick glanced up at her.

But Bruce was staring down at his opponent.

“Your weight placement was off and you know how to get out of that hold,” Bruce lectured. “You know better.”

Dick glared up at him.

Bruce offered him a hand up, but Dick ignored it.

“I know,” Dick growled as he got to his feet.

“You’re letting yourself get frustrated. It’s causing your mistakes.”

“I said I know,” Dick snapped louder this time.

Before an argument could really start, Alfred made his presence known by clearing his throat.

All the boys looked up at him, as well. 

“What is it?” Bruce asked.

“I was rather certain you’d forgotten. Seems I was right.” Alfred cleared his throat. “I came to remind you all that the annual gala for the Martha Foundation is tomorrow night at the manor.”

“Can’t we reschedule it,” Damian whined.

Bruce shook his head. “The Court of Owls is made of Gotham’s elite – many of who are invited. If we cancel, it will cause suspicion.”

“You can’t honestly think we should risk that with Y/N being here,” Dick called out, gesturing up towards Y/N.

Bruce and Dick had a silent conversation.

Y/N knew it was about her, so she did not appreciate being excluded.

“Oh, wow. Looks like one of my safe houses is finally more secure than this place,” Y/N spoke up melodramatically.

But she should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy to escape.

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Next chapter is gonna be fun, guys. 😈 But let me know what you thought of this one.