#out on some lingerie for the first time in sooooo long

[misseviehyde]

HEARTLESS - PART 2

Time flies when you're having fun.

It certainly had for Pippa. She could barely believe it had been a year since she had claimed the power of the heart necklace and taken control of the school. Since then her life had been amazing.

Pippa found it hard to remember the pathetic weakling she used to be. Hard and also disgusting. When she looked in a mirror to see her perfect body and massive tits, it felt like she had always been this way, not some pathetic dweeb.

She tried to visualise the dorky features of her past life. She tried to imagine glasses on her face, a flat chest, a nerdy haircut... but she couldn't. It made her want to retch.

So pathetic... such a loser. Pippa was MUCH better now.

Since she had claimed the necklace Pippa had become a name synonymous with bitchiness. She was a baddie who took what she wanted and no one got in her way. She loved being the most evil bitch around.

Her parents and her friends had struggled at first to accept the new her. Luckily the necklace gave her the power to force her will onto others. It had been fun, bending and breaking the wills of others. Making them forget the original her.

She'd brainwashed and corrupted her parents, turning her kind hearted Mom into a ruthless gold digger and her Dad from a quiet accountant nto a ruthless business man.

Now they lived in the biggest house in town. Pippa had a room three times the size of her old room. She had hundreds of clothes, everything she could ever want. It was heavenly. It was what she deserved.

Power and wealth was SO addictive.

She played with her necklace as she often did, a long manicured nail idly stroking the chain as she purred with the sheer joy of just being completely evil.

The sex was the best thing. Pippa had been a virgin before wearing the necklace. She certainly wasn't anymore...

Big hard throbbing cock, tight wet pussy, lingerie, dildos, anal... cum... she loved it all. She was a nasty little slut, just like every hot busty rich girl should be.

Now after a year of fucking, bullying and dominating - it was almost graduation. Almost time to take her evil out further into the world. Unlike that loser Beckie, she wouldn't get drunk and lose the necklace. She would leave this town and live as an all powerful bitch forever. The thought made her wet.

She was so gonna be a bitch... forever.

Pippa's finger tightened on the chain of her necklace, her sharp nail brushed her skin. She moaned pleasurably.

She still remembered how good it had felt to transform that first time. To feel her body change from weak to strong, her mind from pure to evil.

She remembered how glorious her tits had felt, swelling up bigger and bigger in her hands. She remembered the intoxicating feel of power, of growing taller, stronger, more dominant. Best of all had been Kathryn's jealous haunted face.

It had felt amazing to outgrow her friend. To transform into everything Kathryn secretly wanted to be. To become a bitch.

Her pussy dripped as her nipples became harder. She felt so fucking hot right now.

"Fucckkkkkkkkk," moaned Pippa, her eyes rolling up into her head. Her fingers twitched and she clutched the chain, her lips open and her mouth a lustful leer of ecsatsy. She just felt sooooo fucking good.

"Mistress?" suddenly whimpered a pathetic broken voice.

Pippa's cruel mouth automatically twitched into a smirk of amusement. She opened her eyes and gazed down in satisfaction.

She'd always wanted a cat and now she had one.

Kathryn had entered the room. She sat obediently in the corner, dressed only in a pair of stupid cat ears and a pair of thigh boots. Other than that she was naked... well except for the butt plug in her ass with the cat tail attached.

Pippa was pleased with her work on Kathryn. Her former friend was nicely broken, an obedient puppet ready to serve. She'd been resistant to the programming... but a year was a long time and Kathryn was a good girl now. Pippa had enjoyed shaping her.

Cat-maid Kathryn was shared between Pippa and Kathryn's own mother Beckie. Since reminding the older woman of the joys of bitchdom, Pippa had enjoyed watching her become increasingly evil again. Beckie certainly was creative.

Kathryn was now just the way Pippa and Beckie liked her now and there was no going back. She spent her time cleaning and serving the other women. She even seemed to be enjoying it a little.

Pippa groaned wetly and clutched her silver heart. Kathryn was never getting her life back. Never ever...

***

Kathryn gazed up with a mix of fear, obedience and hatred at her Mistress. She hated the feel of the air on her naked body, she felt constantly humiliated and weak this way. Forced to dress as a cat girl, to lick milk from a bowl, to serve Pippa's perverted desires... she was a broken girl these days.

She whimpered and kissed Pippa's high heeled feet knowing the effect it should have. She watched slyly as Pippa tugged at the chain at her neck... a habit that was becoming more pronounced every day.

Pippa seemed to not realise how often she touched the chain around her neck. At first it had been an occasional thing, a little tug here and there. Then it had begun to increase.

Kathryn had noticed Pippa would do it more often when she was aroused or emotional. It was like an unconscious tick

She had set out to try and deliberately put her friend in either state. She knew her only hope was to somehow get Pippa to take off the necklace.

"Mistress, shall I eat you out?" whimpered Kathryn.

"Mmmmmh, why not? I feel horny," groaned Pippa hiking up her short skirt and pulling down her expensive panties. She grabbed Kathryn's head, her sharp sexy nails sliding into the other girls hair and scratching her scalp. Roughly, Pippa pushed Kathryn's face into her crotch.

"That's it you little bitch. You know what to do." One hand still unconsciously clutching the necklace, the other in her former friends hair - Pippa began to moan and groan.

Kathryn meanwhile knew that she had to try and make Pippa cum. She had to eat this pussy better than she ever had before.

She went enthusiastically to work, moaning and licking. Gasping as wet pussy juices flooded her mouth and chin. It didn't hurt that Pippa's pussy did smell and taste amazing. Kathryn hated to admit it, but she was turned on and attracted to Pippa just like everyone else. She felt a thrill of being able to eat such a Goddesses tight pussy out.

"Fuckkkk yessssss, mmmmmh I LOVE IT. Ohhhh fuckkkk I'm going to cum all over your loser face. YESSSSSSSSS!"

Pippa's hand tightened on the chain. She tugged and pulled harder than she ever had before, a toe curling orgasm blasting through her body as she began to squirt in Kathryn's face.

"Fucckkkkkkkkkkkk!"

*PING*

The sound of the necklace snapping was shockingly loud, even over the sound of Pippa's orgasm.

Kathryn leapt up with snarl her hands extended. The necklace tumbled down between them, the chain flailing. Pippa's eyes were a mask of shocked horror.

Both girls grabbed at the heart. Each now held a length of the chain, the silver heart dangling between them.

"Get off you fucking loser, it's mine!" screamed Pippa lashing out with a high heeled foot. Kathryn dodged to the side and pulled with all her might, but Pippa's grip was iron strong.

But something was already happening. Pippa was shrinking. Her sexy halter top hung baggy on her frame and her massive tits seemed smaller. Brown streaks had appeared in her hair and her beautiful face looked a bit less mean and cruel. Her power was bleeding away.

Desperation gave Pippa strength and focus. She barrelled into Kathryn and they crashed around the room, knocking over chairs. Pippa swung wildly with her free arm, forcing Kathryn to protect her face.

"You fucking loser," laughed Pippa her eyes wild with glee. "You're too weak to take it from me."

With a snarl of pleasure she kicked Kathryn hard in the stomach causing the other girl to lose her grip on the necklace and stagger back.

Grinning triumphantly Pippa held the loose ends of the heart necklace together. They fused instantly and turning to the mirror she lifted the necklace over her head and back to its rightful place.

Kathryn crashed into her back sending Pippa tumbling forward against the wall. Strong hands grabbed the necklace, but rather than trying to remove it, they pulled back. Pippa gagged and choked, gasping for breath.

Her tit's were swelling up again and her strength returning. In moments she would be powerful enough to hurl this insect from her back.

But before her transformation back into a Goddess could be fully completed, her vision began to blur.

Yanking desperately at the chain of the necklace Kathryn heard Pippa make a choking noise, then she collapsed limp to the floor.

Kathryn let go immediately, horrified by what she'd done. Leaning down she listened by Pippa's mouth and to her relief heard slow and steady breathing. Pippa was just unconscious.

Reaching down Kathryn easily lifted the necklace from Pippa. It came off shockingly fast, almost as if it were eager to be removed.

Pippa's unconscious body began to change. She reverted back to her old self... with a dorky hair cut and brown hair. A kind gentle face instead of a bitchy one.

Kathryn sobbed to see her old friend again. She had been freed of the necklaces evil.

And now it's your turn.

Kathryn looked down at the necklace in her hand. She remembered the voice, that evil voice in her mind. How many times had she lay weeping wishing she'd listened to it?

That's it. You've suffered, but that just made you stronger. Now it's your turn to wear me. Pippa has shown you how good being an evil bitch really is. It's your turn to experience the power.

Kathryn shivered. She reached behind her and wincing pulled out the silver butt plug that Pippa had made her wear.

Taking off the cat ears, she paced the room arguing with herself. She had originally intended to bury this evil necklace before Pippa stole it - now it was tempting her again.

On the floor Pippa groaned, stirring...

Pippa will find a way to take it back. Or if she doesn't Beckie will. Put me on and feel the power for yourself.

Kathryn lifted the necklace. It would look so fucking pretty round her neck. It would feel so good to be a bitch.

That's it Kathryn... you're almost there... and this time no one is going to stop me corrupting you.

Kathryn lowered the necklace. She fully expected her hands to stop, or someone to walk into the room and stop her like before... but almost to her surprise the necklace was suddenly around her neck and nestled on her chest.

"Ohhhh fuckkkkkk," she groaned as her skin shifted and her body thrummed. So THIS was how it felt to become a Goddess.

Long sexy nails shot out of Kathryn's fingers and her skin tanned and smoothed. Her hair took on volume and length, becoming blonde as her flat chest swelled out and two bitchy boobs pushed out.

Yessss that's it. Let yourself become the vessel of evil. Filled with toxic femininity. All you care about is yourself. Give into your worst impulses.

Kathryn groaned and giggled in ecstasy... "Yessss I want it. Fucking give it to me. Fill me with your evil! Make me a BITCH!"

She screamed as her ass inflated and she grew taller and slimmer. Her once plain features became hot spoiled and bitchy. She laughed as she stretched her beautiful new body.

That's it. Beautiful outside, evil inside. You are a cold, heartless bitch. You live to be mean.

On the floor Pippa weakly opened her eyes and slowly sat up. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the transforming bitch in the centre of the room and realised what was happening.

"Oh nooooo."

"Ohhh YESSSSS!" hissed Kathryn as she ran her hands over her delicious new body. Her clothing transformed becoming a stunning pink dress as thick makeup coated her features and she became a mean spoiled Diva.

In moments the power transfer was completed. Pippa was now totally normal again whereas Kathryn was gone and only Kat remained.

"You dumb fucking bitch," laughed Kat as she reached down and picked up the silver butt plug from where she had dropped it. "You thought you had broken me, but you just made me easier for the necklace to corrupt. There isn't one molecule of pity or mercy inside me now. I AM the ultimate bitch."

"Wh... what are you going to do?" whimpered Pippa in fear.

"All the things you did and worse," purred Kat.

She advanced on Pippa and grinned as she spat on the butt plug.

"But first we need to get you into your new uniform... cat maid. Bend over for Mistress."

Pippa moaned as she spread her butt cheeks wide and felt the plug slide deep inside. She knew better than to try and resist.

She would serve. It was pointless to fight.

For now...

THE END

[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: stalker/ unsuccessful kidnap, violence, depictions of blood and assault (let me know if I should add more)

Chapter Word Count: 2318

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A/N: Sooooo I’m sorry it’s not spicy like I said it would be… But I absolutely promise the next one will be! Chapters 5 and 6 were supposed to be just one chapter but it got too long so I had to split it… And again please let me know of any errors because this is only proof read by myself.

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Please Read the Below First:

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

I’m Not You’re F*cking Maid

Chapter 5

After thorough interviewing of the staff and regular patrons; long searches through copious auction records and meticulous studying of the items in the shop we narrowed our search down to one item: an old jade hairpin. The hairpin belonged to a young lady who was given the gift as a wedding present, however when she found out on her wedding night that her new husband was having an affair, she stabbed him to death with it before jumping to her own demise from their third floor balcony. That was just over a century ago, and she was still wreaking havoc on unfaithful men to this day.

“I mean I get where she’s coming from,” I shrugged as we walked back to the motel. Both brothers turned to look at me with concern smeared over their features. “OBVIOUSLY I don’t agree with all the murder,” they breathed a sigh of relief, “but you can’t hate her for being mad. I would be too.”

“Remind me never to get on your bad side,” Dean said, raising his eyebrows a little and holding his hands up. I gave him a look of bewilderment.

“What side do you think you’re on, Dean? Because this,” I gestured between us, “isn’t my good side.” He mumbled something incoherent as we got to the motel so I chose to ignore him completely.

“So what’s the plan? It’s getting late and we can’t really do anything now until that charity event taking place at the auction house tomorrow. We’re already pretty clued up on how to get rid of ghosts so there’s really not much to do except to get both your names on that guest list,” Sam patted his laptop, looking at both of us.

“Food?” Dean and I said at the same time.

“Food sounds good,” Sam nodded. The boys turned around to leave when I stopped them.

“Just whilst we’re still at the motel, I’m just going to freshen up real quick.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “really?” I flipped him the bird.

“I can just meet you there? There’s like only one diner in this town and I know the way. I won’t be long.” The brothers looked at each other for a few seconds before Sam looked at me and smiled.

“Sure ok, we’ll get a seat in the window so we can see you coming.”

“Great! I’ll see you soon,” I grinned at the younger Winchester before turning away and letting myself into my room.

I had the worlds quickest shower and threw on some clean underwear and a clean top, feeling better after getting the grime from the day off. I pulled on my jeans, socks and boots, applied a small amount of eyeliner and mascara and tidied my hair the best I could before slinging on my jacket and applying some perfume to my wrists and neck. It was one of my favourite scents: I’d bought it from some lingerie store a year or so ago and it’s apparently one of those aphrodisiac perfumes, however I have no idea if it even works or not. It’s probably a scam, nothing works that well in real life.

After I’d finished sorting myself out - which took no longer than half an hour - I grabbed my phone and keys and left the room, locking up before making my way towards the diner. Night had descended, the air turning cold against my warm skin and the usually busy streets now lay deserted and car-free. It was only about a five minute walk or so from the motel and I was now only about a minute away when I noticed that I wasn’t alone. I’d caught a glimpse of a figure dressed from head to toe in black in the reflection of several shop windows, and they were following my exact trail. I sped up, walking faster down the empty main road and hoping it was all a coincidence as worst case scenarios started to race through my mind. It wasn’t long until the diner was in sight and I breathed a sigh of relief, however the relief was short lived when those footsteps were getting closer and closer, quicker and quicker right behind me. It dawned on me that this wasn’t a coincidence at all - I was definitely being stalked. I started to run, my legs moving before my brain had kicked into gear and I was only inches from the front door when the stranger caught up, slamming me against the wall of the building and putting a knife to my throat, covering my mouth with a gloved hand.

“Don’t make a fucking noise - you’re coming with me,” he said aggressively yet quietly. I could feel the blade of the knife pressing against the soft skin of my neck and I couldn’t help but feel tears well in my eyes, my breath turning shaky as my heart hammered in my chest. I couldn’t even get any words out as his hand was too tight over my lips.

I wanted to cry out for help so badly it hurt.

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing that this was all a bad dream. My cheek was pushed into the rough brick which grazed my skin, and I silently prayed for my attacker to just let me go or for some hero to come and save me. At that very moment I heard the door to the diner and my eyes shot open, instantly connecting with Deans. I watched as surprise turned to horror which then turned to pure feral rage on his face and before I even had a chance to blink he was gone from my line of sight - but so was the pressure keeping me pinned against the wall. I spun around and I watched Dean throw the stalker to the floor with more force that I thought he could muster and tower over him. Dean didn’t say a word, but the stranger let out a sharp cry of pain as Dean instantly brought his boot down on his ribs. There was a CRACK. He did it again.

And again.

And again.

And then he got down and pinned my attacker flush against the tarmac before he brought a closed fist down on his face over and over and over again, cracking his jaw and breaking his nose. Dean didn’t stop until the man was totally unrecognisable and unresponsive. Standing up off of his limp body, he looked over to me, his furious, almost animalistic stare softening instantly, even through all the blood that now painted his face. He took one step towards me before my feet worked on their own and carried me straight to him. I put my arms out to reach for him and he grabbed my hands and pulled me into his chest with zero hesitation, his arms circling me and his blood-soaked palms gently stroking my hair. I sobbed. I sobbed from the fear I felt, I sobbed for feeling like such a victim and I sobbed for the relief I now felt flooding my veins as Dean held me, not saying a word. Listening to his heartbeat with my ear to his chest, I felt so safe and secure that it made me want to sob even more.

*

Dean ended up taking me straight back to my room - he called Sam to tell him what had happened as he wasn’t going to be returning to the diner. I had my second shower of the day as soon as we returned, wanting to scrub everywhere that horrible man had touched. Whilst I was washing, Dean had headed back to his own room to shower off the layer of blood coating his skin. After I was satisfactorily clean, I dried myself and dressed in that old T-shirt I wore the night before, pulling on some fresh underwear and perching on the end of the bed. I picked up the remote and started mindlessly flicking through channels, hoping to find something to distract my racing brain.

I’d been sitting in the same position for around ten minutes when there was a gentle knock on the door. I held my breath as I got up and walked over, looking through the peephole. It was Dean. I released that breath as I opened the door and let him in. He’d changed from his usual gruff attire to something way more comfortable - a plain white T-shirt and a pair of plaid pyjama bottoms. He smiled at me. A kind smile, nothing like those teasing and sly ones we’d been throwing at each other since yesterday. This one was genuine, and it made my chest feel warm. He locked the door behind him as I padded back over to the bed and climbed on it, sitting right in the centre with my legs crossed. I pulled the T-shirt down to cover my dignity as Dean placed a carrier bag in front of me. I peeked inside. It was full to the brim of all different types of snacks and I grinned up at him.

“You sure do know how to treat a girl, Winchester.”

He let out a soft laugh and looked down at the floor before taking residence beside me.

“You’re the first one who thinks so”.

“Oh yeah?”

“There’s a long line of women who definitely think otherwise,” he smiled a slightly sad smile. We both paused before I continued.

“Well if it means anything, what you did for me today, I-” he held a hand up to stop me as he saw the look of fear flit across my features again, the horrid memory bubbling to the surface.

“It was the least I could do,” he said softly before his brows furrowed, “but to be honest I should never have let you out of my sight.” The almost protective tone of his voice made my heart flutter a little, but It was my turn to reassure him as I placed my hand on his shoulder delicately.

“Dean, none of us knew that would happen. I know you wouldn’t have left me alone if you genuinely thought I was in danger - after all, you DID promise to keep me safe from my own shadow,” I flashed him a grin which he quickly returned, chuckling. We sat for a few moments in a strangely comfortable silence before there was another knock at the door. I went to get up to answer it but Dean beat me to it, swinging it open to show a very concerned Sam stood in the doorway. He looked at me with those big ever-worried eyes and I shot him my best ‘please don’t worry’ grin.

“I’m fine, Sam” I called out to him as I tried to listen in on the hushed words Dean was speaking. They conversed for a while, occasionally throwing glances at me as I rustled around in the bag of goodies Dean had supplied. Growing bored of not being involved with their conversation, I scooted back on the bed to lean back on the headboard and proceeded to flick through dozens of channels until I found something decent to watch. A few more minutes had passed and I’d munched my way through almost half a bag of Doritos when I heard the door close and it was just me and Dean again. He had a paper bag that Sam must’ve passed him, which he held up and pointed to.

“The blood stains came out of my clothes, although Sam said the people in the laundromat were giving him strange looks,” he laughed slightly, those striking eyes of his looking down into mine as he took a few steps closer. I laughed slightly, only imagining Sam’s awkwardness in that situation. I broke my gaze away from Dean for a few seconds, looking down at my hands before looking back up. I could tell he was hovering now, just waiting for me to say something.

“Dean I’m fine, you don’t have to stay.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind staying for a bit longer if you need me to” his hand ran over the stubble on his chin, his eyes not leaving me.

“Really, I’m ok. I’m probably just going to sit here and watch whatever this is-”

“It’s obviously Men in Black,” Dean scoffed. I smiled, finding comfort in the familiar snarky remark.

“Obviously - I don’t live under a rock Dean,” I rolled my eyes as I stood up, placing my hands on his chest. He was so warm to the touch that it was almost enticing me not to let go. The gentle thrum of his heartbeat was so soothing. But I did let go, and I spun him around to start ushering him to the door. As he was leaving, I grabbed my half eaten bag of chips and started munching again. He opened the door, stepping outside.

“Go back to your room Dean. I promise I’m ok. I don’t want you both hovering over me constantly making sure I’m fine; that will just make me feel worse,” I said as he spun to face me, nodding his head.

“Back to normal. Got it.”

“Great,” I said, sucking the tangy chip dust from my thumb. Dean suddenly reached out and snatched the half-eaten bag from my hand before quickly walking away.

“I’ll see you in the morning!” He shouted back at me before shovelling food into his mouth.

“You ass! I was eating those!” He shrugged in an overly animated fashion, not bothering to turn and look at me as he continued towards his room. I sighed, closing the door and locking it, sliding the chain across this time too. I padded back towards the bed and climbed in, pulling the covers up to my chin. As I started to drift off, the buzz of the movie still playing in the background, I smiled a little to myself:

Fucking Winchester.

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Chapter 6

[jj-stay]

How about age gap and overstimulation with bangchan 🖤

Just a Number

Word count: 2,188

Pairing: chan x stya

Genre: smutt

Rating: 18+

Warning: overstimulation, age gap. mentions of lingirie, foreigner reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, penetration, choking, spanking, biting , pinching swearing, cream pies, corruption kink {a little bit}, dumification, "babygirl", becoming his cum dump, and slut shaming, {pls tell me if i missed any}

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The sun is now setting after a long day of fun and celebration of your 21 birthday with your boyfriend Chan and the rest of the boys. Now after it all you're here waiting for channie to join you in bed. You were 20 years old when you two had first started dating. The age of consent still stands outrageously high.

 Neither of you had gotten together for sex but it had still put some kind of a light strain on your relationship over the months that passed. 

so many times you had to begrudgingly pull apart after getting too heated. so many times you had to leave your boyfriend bricked up. all because of the stupidly high age of consent bar.

not today though. not now. you decided that after so long you are finally going to get laid by the man you moved to korea for in the first place. 

Hence the reason you were now laid in a white lingerie you bought off a site you found while looking for some cute outfits to tease him with. you are now sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him to come to the bedroom. you wanted to see his reaction. you never told him what you were doing nor did you let him find out about the online order. hence the reason why you had to hide the delivery that came to the house for nearly a week now. 

now you don't need to hide it anymore you can now show him the lingerie and maybe he'll want to see what's underneath.

you hear footsteps coming your way. and you get yourself ready, sitting facing the door. blue framed glasses you rarely used now sat on your nose. you remembered how bangchan always became so much clingier when you wore them saying it made you look sexy. 

as you heard the handle of the door to your room jingle you remembered your hair is down. you quickly gathered your hair up into a messy ponytail and just as you were finishing up tying it with the hair tie on your wrist he stepped in. 

he froze in place. eyes wandering your curvy full frame being hugged in all the right places by that beautiful white lingerie. sheer white thigh high stockings reaching mid thigh. providing a white but mostly clear layer over your plump thighs.the lace that rimmed the stockings barely able to stay in place, almost falling and rolling down at the loss against your thick ness. only being saved by the white straps that were connected to another piece of floral print lace that is now wrapped around your abdomen, having a gold chain connect it to a white choker that wrapped snugly around your throat. his eyes drifted back down to your cleavage. lace bra not covering the shiny nipple piercing you had gotten years ago. his eyes traveled even further down to the flimsy panties that in his opinion did nothing, but god did he love the sight. you sat with your legs closed but after seeing where his eyes landed spread them slowly and teasingly much to his delight. The lace, clear enough to show your hungry hole. now dripping for him without him even touching you. the thought of you becoming wet just at the thought of him ran straight to his dick. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do.

he walked over to you, closing the bedroom door behind him. as he stood right before you, and you looked you at him over the rim of your glasses in the most feigned innocent way he has ever seen, he rested his hand on your thigh. he ran his thumb over the fabric before commenting,

"if i didn't know any better i would have thought it was my birthday we were celebrating, and this is my gift."

he slowly lent in as he spoke. punctuating his statement with a kiss on your neck. you hummed in satisfaction of his action. 

he leant in closer and whispered darkly in your ear;

"can i ravish you?" his voice low and barely audible yet seeping with lust and power.you nodded your head and he smirked at you. He pulled back. He brought his hand up to your jaw. gripped tightly on your jaw pulling you in for a rough and passion filled kiss. his tongue slid across your lower lip asking for entrance. when you didn't open your mouth for him he bit your lower lip. thi caused you to gasp in shock, letting him slide his tongue between your lips and explore your mouth. he pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. your tongue almost out of your mouth and eyes clouded over with lust. He looked down at you and bit his lip. how can you look so cute and already so fucked out without being fucked yet. god he really needed to see what you would look like after being fucked into oblivion. fuck. 

you try to lean in for another kiss. He moved his hand from your chin down to your throu\at and squeezed lightly. a moan escaped your lips as you closed your eyes in pleasure. oh fuck, was he gonna have a lot of fun expiramenting withyou. maybe even discover kinks that were not even invented yet. 

god is this gonna be fun. He squeezed a little tighter before almost completely letting go. and if your whines and mewls were anything to go by you weren't quite happy. He let his hand let go of your throat and let his fingertips glide up your neck until he reached your chin where only his index finger followed the line to your chin. you seemed so entranced by him you let yourself follow his finger until you were standing in front of him. his right hand wrapped around your waist. as his pointer finger layed where it was and his thumb rested on top trapping your chin between them. He hummed at your obedience.

"your twenty one now love. you know what that means. you can get punished if you don't listen now." he said smirking.

you bit your lip and whispered up to him;

"I don't think I would mind at all."

"oh, is that so? oh trust me baby girl, i promise i'm gonna make you change your mind. lets see if thats what you say after being fucked so good you go brainless, after you become my personal cum dump, after i make you my slut." he talked down to you darkly hand drifting from your your lower back to your side hooking his finger under one of the thin flimsy strings that held the lace panties to you, before lifting it up and letting it go, makeing it slap against your skin in a deliciocly painful way.

you moan at the sensation. you tilted your head back and closed your eyes as if to bask in the pleasure that is pain. he watched as you did so. he quickly proved that his muscles aren't just for show, when he grabbed the back of your thigh lifting you up and wrapping them around his waist. he then took advantage of your surprise to kiss you roughly. tongue once again exploring your mouth and dancing together with yours. He stepped closer to the bed, climbed on and layed on top of you taking your hands from around his neck and pinning them above your head. He then began grinding against your core. The fabric of his jeans rubbing against the fabric of the lace made friction so good you moaned into the kiss. 

he smiled into the kiss pulling away. He looked down at you as you continued to moan. He began moving his hips faster and harder. you began seeing stars becoming so close to cummming without him being in you. when he saw this he smirked. He kept up the pace and brought his hand up to your throat and squeezed lightly. and just as he did you moaned loudly and came right then and there. 

he slowed down his pace and kissed you gently, before stopping. He pulled back and kneeled between your legs. quickly undoing his belt, undoing the button and the zip and quickly pulled the damned jeans off. before he let his shirt follow. you look down at the prominent bulge in his boxers as he pulls them down, and as he did so you watched as his thick cock sprung free of its restraints. as he let th article of clothing oint the rest you bit your lip. 

he slid him self down so his face was between your legs he kissed youur clothed core as he looked up at you. you let your head fal against tthe pillow. you were so surprised when he quite litterally RIPPED the panties off you. you opened your mouth to speak but what came out in its place was a loud moan as you felt the wet surface of his tongue run over your cunt from top to bottom. after lappping up all your juices he groaned into you before toungue fucking you. he slipped his finger into you. and you moaned even louer. then unbeleivably louder when he slipped two more into you. curly stretcching and moving them as he sucked on your clit. soon he had brought you to your seccond orgasm. it all felt so good you could barly warn him before you came. not that he cared though. he was to busy absolutly devouring every drop you spilled for him. soon pushing you in to over stimulation and closere to another climax. 

he begrudgingly pulled away from you. he looked at you and how fucked out you already are. now there's jusst two more promiss he has to finish. and that starts with making you his cum dump. 

he rose up from between your thighs. surprisingly without a drop of cum or spit on his face. he really didnt want to waist a drop of you. 

he pushed your folds apart as he lighed up with your hole. he roughly pushed into you. bottoming out into you. you let out a scream that turned into a loud moan. at how painfull but pleasureable the stretch of him in you is. god he was so big.  he waited for you to ajust to his size. you soon whined and grind down onto him. he took that as his sgn to start moving. 

he pulled almost entirely out before slaming back into you roughly. he continued to fuck into you. you felt every bump and vain of his thick cock in you. and he felt hoe heavely your walls felt arount him. he felt how tightly you griped his cock when you were about to hit your climax. you squeezed him so good he could barely move. god he loved this. he brought his hand up to your through and squeezed. his left hand running down to your clit, playing with the bud. it all beacame too much for you very soon. it was all so good you began tearing up, especcially when it seems impossible for him to mis that one spot inside you. that however only made him moan as you grippped even tighter around him before you cacme on his cock. the unholy noise of squelching that each thrust brought sent him flying over the edge. as he it the spot inside of you that did magic one more time he came inside yuo. despite already cumming he weent back to pounding into you after his high was over. you both were driven into overstimulation. as he continued to drive his cock deep into you. he let go of your thrroaght much yo your dissapoinment. you whined at the loss of of the sensation only to be reponded with the pinch of your clit.

"aAaAaaaaahhhhhHHH! cHaNiE!~~~~"

god did that hurt, but felt og so amazing. he lifted your right leg over your shoulder. hitting even deeper in you. your mind went blank only remeberingg his name. only aware of how fast and hard his huge cock is pounding into you.

"sluts dont get to whine baby girl. they just be gratful of whhat their daddy ggives them. ok?" he asked, you were far too fucked out to respond. and when he didn't get the answer he wanted or any at all he spanked your clit harshly making you cry out, before pinching it again, pulling roughly on chain conected to your chocker. you cleenched areound him before responding. as all the amazing feelings came crashing down on you like a bus. 

"y- yes daddy. i promise i won whine anymore. a s- slut like m-me shouldn't complain."

with a few more thrusts you both came. everything hightend by how overstimulated you both were. as he cstowed down allowing you both to come down from the high, his hot seed started spilling out of you, and he just watched the sight play out before him. how beatiful.

[itoshi-s]

Zari! The lingerie post has me screaming. I’m just picturing the BLLK guys and it’s like 😖😖😖 Knowing Reo would 100% buy you whatever you wanted as long as he got to watch you model it in the changing room. Meanwhile Sae and Kaiser, money again would be no object, but would complain if you even TOUCHED anything less than designer. Only the best for you. With a side of Sae commenting that the first set you picked out looked like a garbage bag because it wasn’t some overly expensive designer set. Meanwhile - why is Rin and Barou so overly confident walking into the shop and then suddenly an embarrassed mess when they see you open the changing room door in any set you put on LOL.

YESSSSSS LEE U GOT IT SO RIGHT. reo leaves like five times worth of the clerks salary but it’s alr. u deserve nothing less !!!!! ( but also — leaves a tip . VERY generous one bc he’s a sweetheart. he’s so lovely i wanna munch on him ) 🥺

YES kaiser and sae both come off a lil mean 😭 lmaoooo but they literally cannot care any less. if you’re already there and he can afford the best designer pieces anyways,, then why settle for something mediocre @_@ also kaiser’s the type to smack your ass in the fitting rooms and you get SOOOOOO embarrassed bc everyone can hear loooool but he makes it up to u later 😋 while you’re wearing the newest prettiest set he just got u ofc !! mhm mhm ( also let’s u leash him so that he learns his lesson not to act up like this .. yeah ……. MMM)

sae goes the extra mile and prob makes a reservation to close down the store while you’re there lol he doesn’t want anyone coming in 😵‍💫

ALSO YEP .. YEP. barou especially he’s so flustered 😭 WHEN U TRY ON A PRETTY RED SET .. sighhhh he goes absoluuuteeelyyyyyy INSANE !!!!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 it matches his eyes and u picked this one on purpose and HE KNOWS IT !! when the clerk comes up to ask whether y’all need any help he gets sooooo embarrassed lol cause where’s that ego n confidence now HUH ???? he looks so lovesick n all putty sitting on the loveseat it’s insane 😭 u got that man 1000% whipped

[children-of-epiales]

Let's freaking go bois YEEEEEEE

♥️👙Á👠🍒👅☂️☜☞∀ for my beloved Lara and Sage and/or Reaper and Sens or Fury and Plague idk dealer's choice <3

For you my Beloved Bestie, I shall do all 3!

Death & Her Mercy (Rouen "Reaper" BlakexNéon “Sens” Ngoma Mutombo ||Rainbow Six Siege)

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

My gal is most sensitive along her bikini area, inner thighs, neck (more toward her collarbone) and hip dips. Anyone who wants to be handsy and touches her there will def get a reaction (fun fact: her thighs are very ticklish, which Sens would probably find out very quickly).

For Sens, I think they're the type to be sensitive on the neck and their ears. Reaper finds this out when she actually tries to whisper in Sens' ear about something normal and she startles them.

👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

Reaper isn't actually into dressing up for specific occasions, but she would try; this being said, she tries to stay between keeping it "simple" and adding a lil bit more Spice when she's feeling bold. So she'll probably wear some nice lingerie (not the complex strappy stuff but different stuff) under either a nightie, a mesh dress, or a regular oversized shirt. She does own Nice nightgowns that she originally wears for herself when she's feeling Fancy, but ofc she gets even to show them off to Sens.

Idk if this counts as an "outfit", though Reaper does like to see Sens in those tanks they wear (example in the vector glare siege story). That and something like unbuttoned beach shirts (example like the Hawaiian vacation shirts), or anything that Sens can wear loosely.

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

While I think they are on the same level when it comes to making noise, Reaper takes the cake as the loudest; when they first start having sex, Reaper tries desperately to Be Quiet and always ends up failing miserably since she moans and curses and gasps more than Sens does. Sens can make their fair share of noise too, but they save it for my gal's ears, and I think Sens is more heavy breathing, gasping, and some moaning in comparison.

👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind?

Reaper doesn't watch porn bc she personally doesn't care for it and knows 99.9% of porn is meant for guys anyway. Sens actually just doesn't strike me as someone who would be into it either, maybe they would do it, with Reaper's permission or ask if they could watch something together, for new spicy ideas?

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

Reaper would have no shame in revealing that she, in her late twenties, is still a virgin. She never really had the opportunity to have sex when she was younger, nor was she interested in doing so due to sex being something really personal for her.

Again, I'm not sure if Sens would have done the tango. They're very sweet and sociable, not that that has to mean they've had sex nor that they've had a romantic relationship. Honestly idk, I think if they did, maybe in their early-mid twenties? Comfort sex or a friends-with-benefits thing?

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex?

Reaper loves to receive, so she offers to give so much in exchange.

Sens feels like a giver, so I think there's some balance here.

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

Sooooo Reaper actually takes a lil minute before hits climax (it sounds weird to give an amount of time, but so I'm not vague about this, I'm taking 30 minutes minmum, even if she's initially in The Mood unless that's not a long time idk).

I think it depends for Sens, if they're in The Mood I think they climax pretty quickly (10-15 minutes), otherwise they don't take too long nor too soon.

☜ : Does your muse like to top?/☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

Reaper is a Bottom, like she can try to top but it'll look just too cute.

Me thinks Sens could be a pro at switching.

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

Reaper: missionary, lotus, from behind (preferably standing and/or against a wall, also pinned), missionary with legs over the shoulders

Sens: cowgirl, spooning but facing each other, facing each other against the wall/on a counter, standing missionary

*****

A Game of Cat & Mouse (Lorelei "Plague" CapuletxLuna "Fury" Pajeot ||Rainbow Six Siege)

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Fury's most sensitive spots are her inner thighs and behind her knees, and her navel and lower stomach.

Plague's spots are their shoulder blades, sides and lower back, and their scalp.

👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

Fury's motto is "comfort is sexy" (jk), so wearing baggy clothes, pajamas, etc. actually gets her going (especially when it makes it easier for her to reach the Spots), and she is not afraid to admit she's a sucker for the fancy military uniforms in the bedroom.

Plague isn't really into the whole outfit thing, so they go with whatever Luna likes.

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

Luna is not loud in bed; she's a heavy breather, soft moaner, and sometimes even giggles (that's just her).

Plague is not loud either actually. They curse, groan, and (thought they fruitlessly try not to) even whimper, but none of it gets past the room.

👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind?

Luna does occasionally, strictly lesbian and/or masturbation, she'll offer Plague to watch it with her if they feel up to it.

Plague doesn't watch porn. They discovered it when they were younger and it was Not The Right time, of course that was awhile ago and they know Luna doesn't watch "extreme" stuff so it's fine.

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

Luna masturbated when she was younger, which I'm not sure if that counts (some ppl says it does, I wouldn't so I'll count this as a fun fact). Otherwise, she has no experience before Plague.

Plague is not experienced in anything at all. They grew up in a very straight-laced family and when they got their freedom, sex was not one of the things on their mind.

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex?

Both Fury and Plague are givers, really. Between the two though, Luna leans more toward giving or receiving.

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

Luna usually climaxes first. It doesn't take her very long at all.

Plague definitely takes longer, especially when they have sex with Fury for the first time, and they become more comfortable over time.

☜ : Does your muse like to top?/☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

Fury is the top, literally every time (which she has no complaints about), and Plague is the bottom.

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

Fury: really anything that doesn't require flexibility (bc my pilot is NOT flexible)

Plague: spooning, missionary, lotus, reverse cowgirl, etc (anything where they can be close to Fury)

*****

Falling Into Your Spells (Lara Darling-JóźwiakxSage O'Malley ||Fandomless)

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive?

Lara's sensitive spots are her inner wrists/forearms, hips, the small of her back & lower back, and her mouth.

Sage's are his neck (especially the nape), shoulders/shoulder blades, and stomach/lower stomach.

👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom?

These two are the kind that have certain clothes that the other gets really turned on by, which they do take advantage of (they do try and wear clothing that pair well together, so it's not random or mismatched).

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

They are both loud ones, except Lara's the one who's embarrassed about it. She lets out the high-pitched squeals and cries and can curse and ramble but Sage is the most talkative of the two.

👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind?

Once in a blue moon they might watch a video or two to get things going. It's not really their thing.

🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

Lara experienced oral sex once and that was it. Otherwise, they both have no experience.

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex?

Lara really is both a giver and receiver, while Sage is a giver.

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

They both take awhile (20-30 minutes), though Lara usually finishes first.

☜ : Does your muse like to top?/ ☞ : Does your muse like to bottom?

Sage is a switch that prefers to top, and Lara is a bottom.

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

Lara: spooning, doggy style, doggy style with bottom up, cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, sitting (this one sounds weird ik)

Sage: missionary (modified), spooning (modified), reverse sitting, spooning, doggy style standing

[stregacorvina]

Here we are 2023...(part 1)

Welcome back on my blog, it’s been a while since the last post that wasn’t just a picture reposted from Instagram....2022 is just ended and we’re few days in 2023 so I’m still on time for a recap post XD

What can I say about this year...well, I can start saying that this 2022 was almost like the 2020 for me (for different reasons of course!) I jumped onto it with a lot of projects in mind and a lot of hopes....then around the end of February something happened and all my projects went out of the window... It was a good year for sure, a lot of good things happened to me so I cannot complain at all but it was really different from what I was expencting...

But let’s see in detail what I did each mounth (and it was a really difficult task because this year I was so bad with socials and pictures T_T I almost never photographed anything and I don’t quite remember most of the projects I sewed...it’s almost the third time I open this page and it’s taking sooooo long!) I decided to split this “review” in two parts because I want to add a lot of pictures and it was really difficult to gather them all, a lot of them came from WhatsApp conversations or private messages. So let’s cover the first half of the year!

- At the beginning of January I started the New Year with a late birthday present from my brother, my first doll from the Rainbow High serie: Amaya, because in my mind this was the “year of the dolls”...

Meanwhile I was doing really well with my Etsy shop and my cosplay commissions (in fact I was booked almost till May) and I was so hyped with all the new things I wanted to start. I had in mind a lot of new ideas both related to cosplays and to dolls (a collection of cosplay/animal hats - inspired by this hat I made on commisison - a collection of cosplay lingerie, several new items for dolls...)

One of the first cosplay commission I finished in 2022 was the original Sith I started in December, and also the Scathach cosplay and the Sakura/Kero-chan mesh up outfit that were due for 2020 and were delayed (a lot!)

- In February I attended what I thought was going to be the first (but in reality was the only T_T) event of the year, an exibition/market for BJDs in Bologna.

I worked so hard for this event, I made a lot of new clothes and props, my uncle made a lot of fornitures for dolls and I ordered some new backcards to enchance my packages.

I was so invested in this event also because I was thinking about opening a second Etsy shop just for dolls: clothes, furnitures, sewing patterns...and in fact I did open it and created a branch-brand called “Strega Corvina, The Doll Witch”, but I managed to made only one listing in the shop because just a few days after the convention my year changed so quickly... In fact on the 24th of February the dates for the public exams I had to take in order to became an high school teacher were published (I was studying for this exam since 2018 but then everything was stopped because of the Pandemic) so I had to dedicate half of my day (and more) to study. As you can tell this had a huuuge impact on my commissions schedule and on my life as well, as I need to sew almost every seconds I wasn’t studying...without time for anything else.

So to uplift myself from the upcoming changes I bought myself another Rainbow High doll XD This time I bought Violet, she was really my first choice when I bought Amaya but she wasn’t available at that time.

I also managed to deliver on time the only wedding dress I did this year, for a very Gothic/Steampunk themed wedding and I redid one of the best seller cosplay from previous years, Esmeralda from the Hunchbacked of Notre Dame the musical (and I have another one to make for this February XD)

- In March I started to gather all the books I needed for the first exam (the written one, on the 12th of April) and just for my specific subject (fashion design and pattern making) they were a lot as you can see (in this picture you can also see another present I gave myself for *spoiler* passing the exam XD).

While I spent most of my days studying I managed to sew anyway the commissions I had for the month, luckly really quick ones: Star Guardian Lux for a Summer event and a pair of pants also from League od Legend.

On the dolls side, I shipped to Texas one of the first doll commission of the year, the Beast (from the Beauty and the Beast) with the outfit the character wore in the tv show Once upon a time and the first Princess Serenity gown for 1/3 BJDs of the year (I did three of them in total)

In March I also received this beautiful Serenity Pullip my aunt gifted me as a good luck gift for my dolls shop (unfortunatly still on hold) and my upcoming exams.

- In April I studyed almost every day as the exam was slowly approching and I stopped sewing completely even if I started to pattern two of the most challenging commissions of the year (Vi and Caitlyn from Arcane). But all the hard studying repayed me and I PASSED THE FIRST EXAM <3 So as “well done” gift I finally bought myself my first Smartdoll Challenge! I was pining for her since 2020 when I discovered Smartdolls but she was always sold out! But finally i was able to snatch her!!

I delivered another commission - Uzui Tengen frrom Demon Slayer - and after a few days of resting for Easter holydays it was already time to go back to my books as the next dates for the exams were revealed... And also the dead line for some commissions approached really fast so I had to rush!! Meanwhile I did another Princess Serenity gown for 1/3 dolls to ship to America. At this time I was still keeping my Etsy shop open but it was a decision I will regret in a few months...

- May passed so quickly and so frantic that I almost don’t remember any of it. I kept studying like crazy and sewing every other minutes, my health was started to go downhill again (my allergies were killing me almost every day and I was sleeping just 4/5 hours per night due to said allergy and stress, luckly my back remains quite for almost all the year!) I needed to deliver two of the biggest commissions of the year - Vi and Caitlyn from the Arcane show -  and also study for the TWO exams at the end of the month (this time the oral one and the practical exam on the 24th and 25th). In between all of this I manage to sew some clothes for Challenge anyway to keep my mental sanity XD

*I will update with pictures in the next days as I have them in my laptop at home*

I also did a quick jacket for Thoma from Genshin Impact

- In June after all the exams (I still didn’t know the outcome) we spent a few days on the Dolomites and I took my Smartdoll, I named her Violaine, with us to shoot some cute pictures and my priority was to rest as much as I can because during this time of the year I started to feel all the pressure and the exaustion of the past months and my heath was really bad overall...

Anyway all the commissions for these months were delivered on time, as well as the ones for this month: a set of gloves and cape for Descendants Mal, Belle dress for BDJ, matching the Beast I did few months before, and some new parts for the Sister of Battle cosplay I did last year.

And that’s all for the first half of 2022! I still can’t belive I did all of this while studying like crazy almost everyday! WOW! Only now that I see all the pictures together I finally realize how much I accomplished this year...and we’re still at June! I will post tomorrow the second half (and the Italian version as soon as I can)

Chiara (StregaCorvina)

[shorkbrian]

💖💘my heart’s dizzy and I my dose of serotonin whenever I read your prose🤟🏽😩 was wondering if you could do reader with an erratic future-vision!quirk so when they first meet yandere!Hawks they’re suddenly plagued by erotic, sensual, 365days-level of disturbing visions of them, so reader actively avoids them (it’s like those Tik Tok future-seeing videos playing to “Play Date”)

Prelude - Hawks isn’t a famous pro-hero in this, but he still has his quirk. It’s not really mentioned a bunch tho lol.  This is rlly long, but I decided not to put it into two parts because the smut is so slight lol. Hope this meets your expectations anon, thank you for reading!

Pairing -  Keigo Takami X Reader

Warnings - NSFW mentions, dubcon, noncon. No out-and-out explicit smut, just a really long story. Hawks is manipulative and gets what he wants

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5ukAQcKEIJuzIbP55xp07x?si=iz6I-RoDSdCNYhT2Du8etg

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He was a friend of a friend, someone you had only met once or twice.

Your friend kept bringing him to hangouts, he kept showing up on her instagram feed,  getting mentioned in her twitterbio, and eventually it came out that they had started dating. It didn’t catch anyone by surprise.

What did catch you by surprise, was how infatuated with him your friend was.

“He’s just sooooo hot, isn’t he?” She squealed, shoving her phone in your face to show off a shirtless pic he had just sent her.

You nodded in agreement, quickly appraising the pic before turning your head. Yeah, her boyfriend was attractive, but you weren’t one to ruin relationships. Plus, you and Keigo had never really talked past the brief “Hey” and “Wassup?” said in greeting when introduced the first time.

“Can he come to the mall with us on Friday? I promise there will be no third wheeling.” Your friend begged, clasping her hands together. You thought about it for a second - this had been a fun shopping trip the two of you had planned a few weeks ago, meant as a girls date on a day the mall wouldn’t be crowded. But would it really hurt anything if her boyfriend came along? Probably not.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” You shrugged, watching your friends face erupt into a wide grin. “But don’t ditch me to go makeout in a bathroom or something, got it?”

“Sir yes sir!” Your friend faux saluted, before patting you on the shoulder. “Thanks girlie!”

You jerked back, head suddenly swarming with visions, your quirk activating. Your quirk was helpful in some ways, but you mainly tried not to use it - headaches resulted, and you hated getting glimpses of the future. Sometimes they’d be good, but they were often bad - you had gotten a screenshot glimpse of your brothers death, his face marred and bleeding out onto the pavement.

It still made you sick to think about it.

Touch wasn’t something you could always avoid, but you tried, seeing as how it activated your quirk, giving you visions of your future with whomever you touched, or whoever touched you.

You saw your friends face, eyes puffy with tears, shouting something. Then another scene flashed, your friend on TV, talking to a reporter.

Thankfully, the visions ended, this episode relatively quick due to how short of a time she touched you.

“Oh shit, I forgot, I’m so sorry.” She rushed to apologize, holding her hands up and backing away from you.

“It’s-it’s fine.” You wheezed, waving your hand in the air to signal that it wasn’t a big deal. The vision just probably meant the two of you would get into a fight soon, which wasn’t uncommon.  It was fine, you were fine.

——

The mall wasn’t too crowded, which made the day pleasant. Your friend was talking to her boyfriend, hand tangled with his as the three of you walked in.

“So (Y/N), what do you think about that new Victoria’s Secret launch?” Your friend bumped you with her hip, drawing your attention as she pulled you into the conversation between her and her boyfriend.

“Oh, um… what?” To be fair, you had zoned out when the couple started being gross and mushy, which was like, the second your friend met Keigo at the door.

The blonde man laughed. “Victoria’s Secret just launched a new line of lingerie, have any thoughts about it?”

Turning red, you smiled sheepishly. “Ah, well…. From what I’ve seen of their stuff it’s… nice? So I’m sure it’s good.”

Your friend mock-gasped, almost slapping you on the arm before quickly remembering your quirk, drawing her hand back. You gave a quick nod of thanks.

“(Y/N)! Don’t tell me you didn’t even know about it?! I practically live, eat, and sleep Victoria’s Secret, it’s impossible to miss their product drops when you’re one of my friends.”

Unsure how to respond, you floundered, opening and closing your mouth like a lost fish.

“Babe, leave her be, she’s probably just shy.” Keigo stepped in, giving his girlfriend a chuckle as he steered you both towards a shop.

“Fineeee.” Your friend whined, turning to focus on the task ahead. “They have a VS shop here though, you’re not getting out of here without going in with me!”

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The VS store was huge, smelling sweetly of flowers, bright colors assaulting your vision, soft pop music filling your ears.

It was hard not to cringe at all the fancy lingerie, you were honestly a bit embarrassed to be strolling through the store with your friend, let alone her boyfriend by her side.

“Does-does Keigo mind?” You quietly asked your friend, out of earshot of her boyfriend, who was looking at perfumes, last time you checked.

“Not at all birdie, I’m used to clothes, any form, any shape.”

You whirled around, squeaking in surprise at Keigo, who had apparently finished with browsing the perfume. He was flashing you a 1000 watt grin, continuing with what he was saying. “I’m a model, practically every girl I’ve ever met I’ve seen in less than full underwear, it’s no big deal.”

“Oh…. Cool.” You offered, cheeks turning red again. You felt like such a blushing schoolgirl, turning red when faced with looking at bras and panties, flushing when a man got too close.

It was the nature of the store, you told yourself, that was making you so embarrassed.

“Oo! What do you think of this one?” Your friend was holding up a babydoll, pink, with light fabric and zero coverage.

Keigo wolf whistled. “Man, that’d be a good look for you. Lets buy it.” The couple moved on, pointing at different clothes, your friend occasionally picking one from the rack to hold up against her body, looking for Keigo’s opinion.

They were cute together, laughing over the cheesy names on the tags of the lingerie, holding hands as the browsed, your friend occasionally stopping to plant a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek.

“I think that’s everything that I like…. (Y/N), your turn!” Pulled out of your casual observance, you back pedaled. “Me? No, I’m not really the type to wear this kind of stuff - I don’t even think most of it would fit, I have weird proportions.“

“Nonsense!” Keigo looked around for a moment, going to the nearest rack to quickly sift through bras, before pulling one out. “This one would make all the boys drool over you honey.”

He held it out towards you, shaking it slightly when you hesitated to take it. Was your friend okay with him talking to you like that, pushing underwear at you to buy? A quick glance sideways showed she was more than okay with it, clasping her hands excitedly as she watched you.

The bra was sheer, soft lavender fabric forming the cups, an intricate embroidered detail of flowers dotted haphazardly over the bra. It was pretty, but you weren’t exactly partial to it. When would you wear it? Who would you wear it for? You weren’t sure it was your style. Plus, it probably wasn’t even your size.

“My arm’s gettin’ real tired.” Keigo joked, before you finally took the garment from him. Checking the size, you paused for a second, blinking towards the man.

“How did you-?”

“You spend enough time in the fashion industry, you learn to tell a girl’s size just by looking at her.”  He seemed to puff up, as if he was proud of his bra-sizing skills.

“Let me help her pick out some things too!” Your friend cried, rushing past you to head over to the next rack, ushering you to follow with a wave of her hand.

You ended up with an armful of lingerie - bras, panties,  an odd bustier or two, and some other flowy items, like a sheer robe and a lacy chemise. The choices weren’t exactly made by you, more so made by a combination of your friend and Keigo together. They had alternated holding up items towards your body, comparing color and garment cuts, lost in their own mushy-gushy world, and it was almost like you didn’t exist for a few moments, nothing more than a barbie doll to dress up.

But now the three of you stood in line to checkout, and you felt included again, your friend cracking jokes that were making you snort, Keigo watching the two of you interact.

Until your friend accidentally brushed against your arm as she shifted forward in line.

Again, you saw her tearful face, heard her sobbing, before the other scene flashed, of her on TV, talking to the reporter. She still looked upset, eyes rimmed red, nose running, hair a mess.

With a gasp, your vision returned to the present, and you were wobbling on your feet, almost falling.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry (Y/N), I’m so so sorry. Here, let me take that, go sit down by the entrance.” She fussed over you, face concerned as she carefully took the stack of clothes from your arms, making sure to not make contact.

“Oh fuck, is she alright?” You heard Keigo ask, your friend stepping in front of you as he moved forward to check on you.

“Yeah, she’s just feeling a little dizzy. Can you make sure she doesn’t fall and crack her head open? Just wait by the entrance please.”

“Okay. Oh, here-“ You were a bit dazed, but you saw Keigo fish his wallet out of his pocket, thrusting the entire thing into his girlfriends hands before patting her on the shoulder “Whichever card is fine.”

And then you were stumbling towards the entrance, towards the bench right outside.

You hated seeing the future. Why was your friend crying? What had happened to elicit such a reaction? The unknowns killed you, kept you up at night as you tried to puzzle out the events that could lead up to the scenes from your visions.

Not looking where you were going, you tripped on air, unable to catch yourself as you plummeted towards the ground.

But then you were seeing Keigo.

He was above you, face flushed and sweaty, hair tousled, his chest bare. The room was dark, barely lit, and he was so close. The man leaned down to kiss you, then the scene changed.

You were bent over a table, only able to see the solid wood your face was smushed against. There was a heat in your belly, a tingling between your thighs, and pressure. Someone was talking - Keigo, muttering behind you angrily. You head was pulled up, a hand fisted in your hair, and then one of your knees was pushed up onto the table, and the pressure inside exploded into pure pleasure.

You felt yourself screaming, bucking your hips as you suffered through whatever the feeling was.

The scene changed again.

Hands tied above your head, you were pressed against a wall, sitting on some kind of…. Saddle? Your legs couldn’t touch the ground, and you squirmed, before gasping loudly.

There was a nub in the seat, ribbed and textured, slick with some kind of liquid… From you? Then you saw Keigo, standing in front of you, smirking at you with hardened eyes.

He had something in his hand, arms crossed over his chest while he fiddled with the object, muscles flexing. He was shirtless again, and-and his cock was hanging out of his sweatpants, pressed against his belly, smearing precum over his skin.

You tried to say something, anything - the visions never lasted this long, it was too intense, there was so much sensation. But your mouth wouldn’t move, choked up.

Keigo’s hand was on his length, rubbing slowly, saying something that didn’t reach your ears.

The scene changed.

Something was shoved down your throat, warm and twitching. You were sobbing, choking, clawing at whatever was in front of you. A dark laugh filled your ears, and you opened your eyes, met with the clenching abs of a strong stomach.

Keigo was brushing your tears, no, smudging them over your face. Were you wearing makeup? His cock was sitting in your throat, his hips moving in tiny jerks, stabbing your esophagus, making you gag.

Then you were back in the present.

A hand was holding your arm, keeping you from falling and making contact with the hard floor.

“-N)? (Y/N)? Are you okay? Talk to me birdie”

You made a panicked noise, pulling yourself out of Keigo’s grip so fast that you fell flat on the floor, scrambling backwards away from the man.

He almost looked scared, confused as he followed after you, holding out his hands. “(Y/N), you gotta calm down, you’re gonna make yourself sick.”

The man reached for your arm again and you pressed yourself against the floor, screeching out a loud “No!!” before he could touch you. Keigo paused, looking at his hand, then at you. “Hey, hey, I’m not gonna touch you. It’s okay little birdie, you’re alright.” He cooed, sinking to his knees in front of you.

You were hyperventilating, wide eyes trained on Keigo. Your thoughts were swirling in your head, you couldn’t focus, the sensations of the future still echoing through your body.

Keigo crouched there while you steadied your breathing, talking to you the entire time, trying to help you relax and calm down. You weren’t sure what he was saying, something about the weather? Or a dog? But you could feel your breathing evening out, head clearing.

“Hey, she fall?” You friend was carrying two bags, crouching down beside Keigo, cocking her head at you.

Her boyfriend nodded, turning to her and taking one of the bags. “I caught her, but then she freaked out and fell for real.”

Your friend nodded. “I should’ve told you earlier, she has a touch-based quirk. Every time someone touches her, she sees snippets of her future with that person.”

Keigo cocked his own head, gazing at you curiously. “I guess her future with me isn’t too positive then?”

Your friend shrugged. “Eh, she just hates seeing parts of the future. She doesn’t want to know what’s going to happen, makes her worry or something like that. Don’t take it too personally, she’s like that with everyone.”

“It-it-“ you rasped out, causing both sets of eyes to swivel towards you. “-I hate it... because-‘cause I can’t ever cha-change it.” You shivered.

Keigo nodded in understanding, before rising to his feet. “Think you can walk to my car? I’ll drive you two home, I think you’d benefit from some rest.”

He dropped you off at your apartment, and you wearily waved at the couple as they drove off, before heading inside.

----

A week passed, then two.

The visions you had concerning Keigo were plaguing your mind, filling your body with anxiety. There had been a distinctive feel of fear during each one, and despite all the other various sensations felt, the most overwhelming had been distress.

Whatever was going to happen, you weren’t going to like it.

You were holing up in your apartment, ignoring your roommates when they knocked on your door, only leaving your room to eat or grab water. You couldn’t sleep, too scared you’d have dreams, or more accurately, nightmares of what you had seen.

Curse your quirk.

Trying to pass time, desperate to keep your mind off of the future, you threw yourself into any activity you could find.

First you tried coloring - it was supposed to be relaxing, but it gave you too much time to think.

Then you tried gaming, spending hours in front of your computer mashing the keys. That worked for a bit, but your eyes and head soon protested.

You listened to music at full volume, tried several workout videos, even resorted to cleaning your space with fervent energy.

None of it took your mind off the inevitable.

“(Y/N), someone’s at the door asking for you.” You jerked awake, slumped over uncomfortably on the floor, the half finished card tower in front of you promptly knocked over at your erratic movements.

“(Y/N)?” Your roommate called again.

“Yeah! Coming, sorry.” You mumbled, scrubbing sleep from your eyes. You guess your body would give out sometime and force you to fall asleep, but as you moved to stand, you sorely wished your body had chosen a more comfortable place to pass out.

Opening the front door, you immediately took a cautious step back, sleepy demeanor vanishing.

Keigo smiled at you, one hand in the pocket of his jeans, the other holding a bouquet of flowers.

Flowers?

“Hey birdie, mind if I come in?”

You stared at him for a second, immediately on guard. Why did he have flowers? Why did he want to come in? Wasn’t he dating your friend? She didn’t live here, what was he doing here?

The man cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow at you. You moved to the side, holding open the door for Keigo to come inside.

Your roommates were home. If anything happened, they would be within earshot.

Keigo shot you a smile and a thanks, before immediately moving into the small living room, taking a seat on the couch. When he saw you still hovering by the open door, he patted the cushion beside him.

“Come sit, I promise I don’t bite.” He thought for a moment, before grinning. “Well, not unless you want me to.”

Hesitantly, you shut the front door, going to sit in a ratty armchair further away from the winged man. If this bothered him, the man didn’t let it show other than a short pause before he spoke.

“So, I know it probably seems like, super weird for me to show up at your apartment, but hear me out.”

Flowers were shoved in your lap, Keigo taking great care to avoid touching you.  “I felt bad about the other day, and my girl and I decided that we should get you some flowers. She picked ‘em out, it even says so on the note.”  The man laughed, running a hand through his hair.

“She’s so uptight about this kinda stuff. Anyways, just wanted to say that I’m sorry for grabbing you like that. If I had known, I would’ve let you fall flat on your ass. But I know now, so I’ll be better, cool with you?”

Finishing his little speech, Keigo held out his hands, wings stretching behind him to mimic the gesture.

Looking at the flowers in your lap, you felt your hands shaking. Picking up the little note attached to the bouquet, you found that your friend had indeed picked out the flowers, which made sense. They were your favorites, and in a nice color too.  Keigo had left a messy, scrawled “Sorry!” in one corner, before signing by his girlfriends name.

“Um, thank you Keigo, you didn’t have to apologize.” You murmured, rubbing one of the flower petals between your fingers. You were so glad your quirk extended solely to humans - if you were shown glimpses of the future of everything you touched, you would most likely go mad.

“Nah, I wanted to. Also wanted to swing by, check how you’re doing. You been taking care of yourself?” He relaxed on the couch, legs spread, arms resting behind his head. This wasn’t his home, yet you totally could believe that it was by the ease with which he owned the space with his presence.

“Oh, well… I’m still here, so…” You shrugged.

Keigo frowned. “That’s not a fun answer. How much sleep you been gettin’ each night? Eight hours?”

You shook your head, huffing out a breath in place of a laugh.

Keigo clicked his tongue. “No sleep? That’s bad for you y’know. Have you at least been drinking water? Eatin’?”

You nodded quickly, looking up to meet the man’s gaze. “I’m not a kid. I appreciate your concern, but it’s not necessary.”

At this point, you think the best thing for your health would be for the man to leave.

The blonde man stared at you for a moment, before sighing. “Alright, I get it. But I don’t want to hear that you’ve passed out or something, got it? Your friend would kill me.”

He rose to his feet, and so did you, walking him to the door. “Thanks Keigo, and thank you again for the flowers. That was very sweet of you both.”

Keigo beamed, giving a two fingered salute. “You deserve it birdie. Well, have a good rest of your day, yeah? Eat something.”

You smiled, at Keigo as he turned away, beginning to whistle as he strolled down the hall.

Once the door was shut, you found a vase for the flowers, filling it with water and setting it on the table. Your roommates would think it was pretty, and it was, a nice little centerpiece.

That really was nice of your friend and Keigo to offer you flowers.

——

“Welcome to Gold Nile Jewelers, how can I-“ You blinked at the man entering the shop. “-Keigo.”

“Birdie? You work here?” He looked just as confused as you felt, cocking his head to the side as he approached the counter.

You looked around the small display room, nodding your head. “Yep… You looking for anything specific today?”

“Ah, right!” He clasped his hands together, bending over to lean on the display counter as he looked up at you. “So professional (Y/N), it’s just me.” The man chuckled.

“Actually, I thought I’d get my girl a cute little bracelet or something like that, you think she’d like that?”

Knowing your friend, she’d be ecstactic. “Oh, absolutely. Any particular occasion, or just an “I love you gift”?” You asked, already running through the list of bracelets in stock.

“It’s our two month anniversary in another week, thought I’d get her a little sumn’ sumn’, y’know?”

Gold Nile Jewelers was an expensive store. You patted yourself on the back for not dropping your jaw when he said “two month anniversary”. People came here for wedding rings and special occasion jewelry, not monthly anniversaries like some high schoolers.

Well, unless they were rich.

You showed Keigo the selection of bracelets currently available, the man listening quietly to your product descriptions and recommendations, asking questions about the fit and feel, and if you think your friend would like a particular one.

“Honestly Keigo, I could choose one I think she’d like, but it’d be more special if you chose for her.” You finally told him.  He wasn’t annoying you, but you felt frustrated with his apparent lack of knowledge about his girlfriend. How did he not know what her favorite color was? “I’d suggest coming back in a few days. Go home, see what kind of jewelry she wears, pay attention to the colors she gravitates towards, if she’s allergic to any metals.”

Keigo tapped his chin. “Hmm, you have a good point. I guess I should pay more attention to those kinds of things.”

You nodded as you began to pack the expensive bracelets back into their display cases. “Gifts for a significant other can be hard. Honestly, it means a lot if they pick it out themselves and surprise you with it. Makes it special.”

“Oh, you have a partner?” Keigo asked, bright eyes watching your hands work.

A frown almost crossed your features, but you stopped it before it could show. “Ah, sorry, that’s not really a work-appropriate question.”

“Awh, c’mon! It’s just me, we’re friends, can’t you tell me?” Keigo pouted, batting his eyelashes at you in an exaggerated, dramatic fashion. The display made you laugh, so you indulged him. After all, he was a friend. No harm in telling him something he was bond to know sooner or later.

“I’m actually single right now. But as a jeweler sale associate, I know how much it means to a person when their partner picks out a gift for them, especially if it’s a surprise.”

Keigo nodded his head solemnly.  “That makes sense. I better follow your advice then eh? Find out what she likes-“ he mused “-I can do that.”

“Good luck Keigo!” You called after him as he strolled through the door, waving when he smiled at you, giving that same, goofy two fingered salute that he always did when saying goodbye.

The man unnerved you, the visions you had experienced concerning him making you worry. But as long as he was dating your friend, you felt that you’d be fine.

-----

Keigo showed up again two days later.

“Back so soon?”

“You know me-“ He shook out his umbrella, placing it in the drip-bin by the door, wiping his shoes on the mat. “I always try to be speedy with my work.”

It was grey outside, drizzling slightly. You loved these kinds of days, where you could sit near a window and watch it rain while sipping tea. It was so peaceful and calm, and always soothed your stress.

“Find out anything useful?” Whatever he could tell you would make it easier to refine the jewelry selection for his particular needs.

“So, she doesn’t have any bracelets, and I asked her about why and she said they annoy her. She likes necklaces.” He clarified,. You could tell by the way he puffed up that he felt proud of his detective skills. “I even made a note of the lengths - she likes ones that dip low, which-“ He wolf whistled, and your stomach turned. But it was fine, just awkward.

“Alright, I think we have quite a few like that. Let me collect them for you and lay them out.”

Keigo strolled around the display room while you bustled about, looking in each case at the shiny metals and stones  

You laid out the necklaces, calling Keigo over. The man smiled brightly at you as you showed him the selection, noticing he was gravitating towards the more simply, elegant choices.

“I’m sure she would be thrilled with any of these.” You offered, Keigo silent as he tried to decide between two necklaces.

Still, the man shook his head, quirking his lips. “I just…. I need to see them on, y’know?” Then he brightened, as if he had just thought of something. “Hey, can you try them on? Model one for me? Just to see what it’d look like.”

You laughed nervously. “Sorry Keigo, but I’m not allowed to do that, it’s against company policy. Only customers get to try on the jewelry, and that’s if they’re supervised.”

“Awh, c’mon! No one else is here, and I won’t tell.” The man leaned forward, shooting you a quick wink before he snatched up one of the necklaces, holding it out towards you. “Please? I just need to see it. I promise I’ll buy it.”

He was so insistent, and no matter how loud the alarm bells were wringing in your head, you felt cowed by his confidence.

“Um, still… I don’t think it’s allowed-“

“Fuck what’s allowed-“ He cut you off, snorting. “-I want to see what it looks like. It’s just me (Y/N), I’m not gonna snitch.”

A heavy sigh, and you finally agreed, taking the necklace from his nimble fingers.  You slung it around your neck, not fastening the back as you held it in place. Hopefully that would be enough to sate Keigo’s curiosity.

His eyes immediately followed the curve of the necklace, how it dipped low towards your cleavage (curse you for wearing a lower-cut shirt today). You tried to ignore the leering.

“Here, let me help you fasten it, doesn’t look right otherwise.”

Before you could protest, he was sliding behind you, deft hands reaching for the necklace your had in your grasp.

“Keigo no-!”

But it was too late.

You were pressed up against a wall, face-first, your hands gathered into the small of your back and held there with a vice-like grip. There was pressure between your legs, something hammering into you, in and out, in and out, in and out.

Keigo was talking to you, you could tell it was the man by his voice. What was he saying? You were too overwhelmed with the sensation between your legs to focus on the words falling from his lips.

Sweat dripped from your temples, Keigo’s chest pressed up against your back was slick with perspiration, his nipples hard and pressing into your skin. It was an uncomfortable situation-

And then it changed.

You were tied up now, tight enough that you couldn’t move no matter how you thrashed. Knees bound in such a way so your ass was up in the air, arms stretched out in front of you, anchored to the headboard of the bed.

Keigo was behind you again - nothing to indicate that the tongue running through your core was his, but somehow, you knew.

You were begging and pleading, withing in your restraints against his tongue, but he wouldn’t let up, he wouldn’t let you crest the mountain that had built up inside. He kept chuckling, the vibrations running through you and making you buck your hips. You felt disgusting.

Then the bed was gone, and Keigo was in front of you. He was sitting in an office chair, your legs straddling his lap. Hands on your hips were dragging you back and forth, grinding you on the hard member protruding from Keigo’s lap. He was flushed, letting out little moans as he kept eye contact with you, smiling and praising you.

Then you were back.

Gasping, you shot away from Keigo, the expensive necklace clattering to the ground as it fell from your hands.

The man froze, confusion etched across his features as he watched you bend over, trying to catch your breath, to calm down, to ignore the lingering sensations from the futuristic visions.

“(Y/N)…”

“I think-I think you should leave.” You heaved, tears building. That had been awful, everything had felt good but you hadn’t. You felt uncomfortable and disrespected and stupid. That couldn’t be your future with Keigo, you wouldn’t be able to handle that. He was your friend’s boyfriend, for goodness sake!

Keigo opened his mouth to say something, but you snapped at him “Leave.”, making the man click his jaw shut.

He walked out the door, shooting you concerned glances the entire way.

You felt better as soon as he was gone, the door clicking shut after him. Thankfully, you were the only employee out front at the moment, and no other customers were present, so no one but you and Keigo had experienced your outburst.

Bending down to pick up the necklace, you inspected it carefully, horrified that you had dropped such an expensive item. It was alright though, so you brought it back to the others, shakily beginning to gather them up to put away.

You didn’t want to see Keigo again.

——-

“I just don’t understand!”

Your friend sobbed, surrounded by tissues on your bed, eyes red and blotchy.  You wished you could rub her back, our give her a hug, but you knew what would happen. So you stayed on the floor, passing up tissues and offering wordless sympathy.

“Why would he break up with me? Why?”

You shrugged, looking for words. “I don’t know… I’m sorry that this happened, but if he can’t see how awesome you are, then he’s an idiot.”

She sniffed, blowing her nose. You could tell she wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t say anything further, instead choosing to wipe her eyes.

She had called an hour or so ago, tearful, asking if she could come over. Refused to tell you what was wrong, but the second you let her in, she had burst into tears, explaining everything.

Keigo had broken up with her via text, that asshole.

“I just…. I thought we were good. Did I do something wrong? I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I. You said he just texted you out of the blue?”

She nodded her head, going to blow her nose again. “We were supposed to go out for dinner tomorrow, it’s our two month anniversary.”

You cringed. Did your encounter with Keigo in the jewelry store have something to do with this? Had you driven your friend’s boyfriend away? Had you weirded him out? Oh god, what if this was all your fault?

Your friend broke down into a sob again, slumping onto your bed. You passed her another tissue. “It’ll be okay. I think he’s a stupid fucker that just wanted to play with your heart.  He isn’t worth shit. You deserve so much better than him.”

She nodded, blotchy eyes seeking out your own. In the back of your mind, you cringed, seeing the exact same scene from your vision. Well, at least the two of you hadn’t gotten in a fight.

——-

A few weeks later, Keigo was at your door.

“You need to leave. Now.”

“Aw, c’mon (Y/N), at least hear me out?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. Maybe he had a dumb explanation for why he had dumped your friend. You were wary of him accidentally touching you again though. “Fine, but make it quick.”

“No promises.” He grinned, breezing past you and into your apartment. He beelined for the chair you had sat in last time he was here, leaving you to take a seat on the couch.

“Alright-“ He settled in, fixing you with a gleeful eye. “How do you feel about your quirk?”

Caught off guard, you blinked. Wasn’t he going to explain why he had broken your friend’s heart? “Um, what?”

“Your quirk, y’know, the one that makes you see the future?” He leaned forward, rubbing his hands together with a smile. He seemed far too pleased, and it made you nervous.

“I hate it. If I could get rid of it, I would.” You stated, ready to move onto a different topic. But just as you were about to ask him about your friend, he rose to his feet, fishing in his pockets.

He drew out a bracelet, black and red, thin. “Well then, lookie what I have.” The man walked over, sitting down quickly on the couch next to you, causing you to immediately scoot to the end. You didn’t want him touching you.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized upon noticing your unease. Instead of scooting closer, he simply tossed the bracelet onto your lap, leaning back as he watched you look at it curiously. “Put it on, see how it fits.”

“I don’t need jewelry Keigo, and I think we should be spending our time discussing why you bro-“

“Just put it on (Y/N), please? I promise you won’t regret it.”

Huffing, you did as he asked, clasping the bracelet around your wrist. It fit snug, almost too tight, but it hugged your wrist comfortingly. It was pretty, but you didn’t see what this had to do with your quirk, or with your friend, or anything that held any relevancy.

Bracelet now on, you fixed Keigo with a blank stare. “Happy?”

“I don’t know.” Keigo grinned. “Are you?” And then he was hugging you, arms wrapped around your shoulders, face buried in your neck.

You shrieked, already panicking as you tried to ready yourself for the onslaught of  visions that accompanied physical touch.

They never came.

Choking back a surprised gasp, you drew back from his hug to find Keigo’s eyes, the man smiling down at you as he watched your reaction.

“Kei-Keigo…” You stuttered, shocked, surprised, euphoric, confused - so many emotions, all at once. You couldn’t even think to brush off the hands still around your shoulders, thumbs brushing at the tops of your exposed collarbones by the neck of your shirt.

You weren’t able to think rationally, couldn’t focus on anything but the awe you felt at being touched without being slammed with visions of the future.

You forgot about the terrifying visions you had gotten when Keigo touched you.

You forgot about how he had hurt your friend, broke her heart with no explanation.

You forgot about his hands refusing to leave your body.

“Keigo, this is…. Amazing” You breathed, wide eyes snapping up, catching his smiling face, eyes crinkly and twinkly.

“I had my team modify some quirk-cancelling cuffs! You seemed so upset whenever someone touched you, I couldn’t leave you with such a burden.”

Nodding, you returned your gaze to the bracelet, turning your wrist this way and that to look at the bracelet from different angles.

“I mean, I know how much I like being touched, and touching. I think I’d totally die if I couldn’t.” Keigo chuckled, but you weren’t listening.

The rest of his time sitting next to you on the couch was spent explaining the colors he had spent so long picking (“They’re my personal favorite, aren’t they nice?”) and why he had decided on a bracelet (“It could’ve been a necklace, but I think it looks better in it’s original cuff design, looks cooler that way.”).

By the time he had to leave, you were completely sidetracked, so distracted with your shiny new jewelry that you didn’t even remember to ask what his deal was with being a jerk to your friend, his now ex-girlfriend.

-----

“-and then he gave me the bracelet. I wasn’t thinking much after that, I just… I can hug you, isn’t that incredible?”

You gave your friend another squeeze, feeling a smile dance across your face. But then you sobered, pulling back from her with your hands on her shoulders, quickly becoming serious.

“But he’s really starting to kind of weird me out. Why won’t he explain why he broke up with you? He’s being a little bitch. I tried asking him a couple times, but he kept cutting me off, and I feel like the bracelet was a distraction to stop me from busting his chops about his behavior towards you.”

Your friend looked sad for a second, before shrugging. “I dunno, he just said things weren’t working out, and that while he liked me, he’s not ready for a relationship right now ‘cause of where he’s at in his life.”

“Psh-“ You scoffed, going in for another comforting squeeze for your friend. “-that’s code for “I’m a fuckboy and want to sleep around”.”

“I know….. But it still hurts.” You friend sighed, wrapping her arms around your neck. “But at least he gave you that quirk thing. I’ve never seen you so happy.”

“I just wish he was a mildly decent person.” You grumbled, detaching from the hug to sit back, glaring at the ceiling. “He gives me the fucking creeps.”

“How so?” You friend locked her head to the side, throwing her arm over the back of the couch. You had called her over the second Keigo had left, finally gathering your wits about you.

“I dunno…” You shrugged, not quite ready to tell her about the disturbing visions containing him. Did that have something to do with their breakup? Was it your fault? What was going to happen with Keigo? It honestly scared you, the residual feelings and sensations you could remember from the visions.

Your friend nodded understandingly. “Some people just give off those vibes. Well, at least we don’t ever have to see him again. Good riddance I say.”

You agreed.

——-

Knocking on the door, you shuffled your feet as you took in the house.

It was one of those rich places - nice neighborhood, fancy street filled with lavish houses, expensive cars. You felt slightly out of place, shifting from foot to foot in your clearance-rack clothes.

The door swung open, revealing a sleepy Keigo, shirtless, clad in nothing but sweatpants.

“Oh, um-“ You quickly turned, averting your eyes, trying to give the man privacy in case he hadn’t realized he was shirtless. It looked like he had just woken up from a nap, eyes blinking owlishly, hair mussed.

“Hey (Y/N), come on in.”

Still keeping your eyes turned away, you stepped inside the opulent house, trying not to gape too much at the decor inside. You didn’t want to look like a complete peasant in front of Keigo, but he’d already been to your house, so you could imagine that he knew of your poor-ness.

“Something wrong? You can look at me y’know, I’m not gonna turn you to stone or something.” Keigo joked, voice entirely too close for comfort.

Head whipping around, you found that he was too close, practically almost touching you as he stood beside you, head cocked as he watched you.

“No… nothings wrong, you’re just…” You gestured to his torso, and Keigo looked down in confusion, before looking back at you, a grin on his face.

“Ah, just woke up.” He shrugged, before reaching out to touch your arm. “Bracelet still keeping that quirk at bay?”

You nodding, following the blonde as he turned and walked further into his house, towards the kitchen.

“Glad to hear! I just wanted to look at it a bit, make sure nothing’s worn or torn, y’know? Hate for you to have to deal with the no-touching thing again.” He said over his shoulder, gesturing for you to sit down at the island, on one of the barstools.

You did so, watching the man open his fridge, take out a carton of milk, uncap it. “Is it too tight?”

“Nope.”

He drank right out of the bottle, and you watched some dribble out of the corner of his mouth, down his chin. The man finished gulping down the milk, taking the bottle away from his lips to swipe at the white trail of liquid rolling down his chin.

Eyes dark, he made contact with your own eyes as he cleaned his chin with a finger, stuffing it in his mouth to suck it clean.

That was gross.

The next second, he was back to normal, cheerfully putting the milk back into the fridge. “Good, good. Now, mind if I take a look at it? You should keep it on though.”

You nodded, and Keigo straightened, walking around the island to sit next to you, shuffling his stool closer.

He grabbed your wrist, laying it out on the island, before beginning to poke at the bracelet, running his fingers over it, fiddling with it, squeezing the tendons in your hand, smoothing his hand up your arm.

It felt a bit intrusive.

“So the visions are all blocked?”

“Yep.”

“And you can touch and be touched?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s your appetite? Sometimes complete quirk suppression can make you lose your appetite.”

“It’s been normal, I guess I’m a little hungrier than normal, but I’ve been getting out more too, not as afraid of crowds.”

“Nice! And how about your libido?”

You spluttered, choking on your own spit, snatching your hand away from Keigo’s wandering touches.

“Excuse me? That’s a bit personal, thanks.”

Keigo shrugged, bright eyes hooded and lazy. “It’s just a question.”

“Are you done making sure it’s all good? No broken parts?” You changed the subject, narrowing your eyes. You can’t believe your friend had ever dated him, that you had ever thought he was anything but a playboy.

You wouldn’t even be here, in his house, but he had come into the jewelers a while back (both you and your friend had blocked his number), spouting something about your bracelet needing constant checks and maintenance in order to keep suppressing your quirk. (“Wouldn’t want it to stop working, right? Just stop by sometimes, here’s my address.”).

So here you were.

Keigo leaned back a little, raising an eyebrow at your irritated tone of voice. “Woah there, don’t get snippy. I’m doing you a favor, right? I’m not trying to hurt you or something.”

Technically, you guess he was right. But he had played your friend, had fucked with her feelings. He was a fuckboy, liked messing with each and every girl he could find, and you didn’t care to be one of them.

“And I appreciate that Keigo. But I like to keep my private life private.”

Keigo was silent, simply holding out a hand for you to place your arm in, so he could fiddle more with the bracelet.

Several moments of awkward silence passed before he spoke again. “You’re being awfully ungrateful. It makes me think you don’t even want this little gift. If I were you, I’d be doing everything I could to show the person kind enough to do such a thing for me how thankful I was.”

Lost for words, you stared at the man. Was he expecting some sort of award? Some sort of prize? It’s not like you had anything to give him.

“I don’t have anything to give you in thanks. Just my words, which I’ve said plenty of. I didn’t ask you to make this for me.” You pointed out.

“Sure, but you use it, don’t you? You wouldn’t like it if I took it away, right? Think about how miserable your life was before I gave you this.”

Your life had been miserable. Afraid to go out in crowds, afraid to leave the house, Nervous about grocery shopping, about paying and having the cashier touch your hand as they handed over the change.

Scared of public transportation, of coffeeshops and bookstores, of public parks, even your own home. What if one of your roommates forgot and touched you? Or accidentally bumped into you?

Plus, you could hug now, and shake hands, and slap your friends back when she told a horrible joke, or tap her when you wanted her attention.

You didn’t want to go back to before. “I’m sorry Keigo… I really do think it’s lovely, and I can never thank you enough for doing this for me.”

Keigo let go of your arm, and it swung back to your side. You could feel the man looking at you.

“You know what would let me know that you mean it?”

God, it better not be something sexual.

“You could buy me coffee. Or maybe a cookie from that bakery on 1st Avenue, you know the one? With the little bunny pastries?”

That surprised you.

“You go there? That’s my favorite place.” You mused, looking at Keigo in surprise. He didn’t seem the kind of guy who’d like a place like that. But appearances could be deceiving.

“Of course! I really like their stuff.”

“Alright,” You conceded, rising to your feet. “I’ll get you some stuff from there. Want it today?”

Keigo rose to his feet as well, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “Yeah! Let me get dressed real quick, and then I’ll go with you. Don’t go anywhere birdie.” He shot you a wink, before sauntering past you, out of the kitchen.  You raised a brow, surprised. He meant to go with you?

“Make yourself at home while you wait, don’t be afraid to kick up your feet!”  

——-

The bakery smelled as lovely as usual.

A warm atmosphere, good food, friendly employees. It was your favorite place for a reason.

“Alright, what do you want?” You asked Keigo, the two of you staring up at the menu.

“Hmm, I don’t know. What are you going to get?”

“Probably a muffin, those are my favorite.”

“What!?! That’s my favorite too! How crazy.” Keigo smiled at you, dimples showing. You got the feeling that he was brown-nosing you, but you kept the thought to yourself, striding up to the counter to order.

Muffins purchased, you approached Keigo, who was lounging by one of the display cases, admiring the delicate, mouthwatering masterpieces held within.

“All good to go?” His smile was so charming, so friendly, you almost caught yourself wanting to see it more. Huffing in irritation at yourself, you pushed past him, shoving the bag with his muffin into his chest.

“Here’s your stuff. I’m going home now, see you around.”

“Wait!” Keigo turned, jogging a little to catch up as you exited the bakery. “We gotta eat these before they get cold - hey, birdie, are you listening to me?“

You weren’t, stoically keeping your head turned forward, walking with determination. There was only so much of Keigo that you could tolerate, and you had reached your limit. He was starting to really annoy you, didn’t he get that you wanted to go home? You’ll just eat your muffin on the subway, it’s not that hard.

“(Y/N)-“ His sudden growl was punctuated by an arm on your shoulder, spinning you around and pulling you towards the man.

“Hey-!” The sudden collision of your face with his chest knocked your breath away, almost causing you to drop your own muffin in the process.

When you managed to gather yourself, you shot a glare up at Keigo’s face, only to find the blonde smirking down at you, a fierce glint in his eyes.

“I expect you to listen when I’m talking, got it? I don’t like being ignored.”

That’s evident.

You tried to back away, but he still had a hand on your shoulder, squeezing you tight to him. “Keigo! Let me go, you stupid idiot-“

“Stop it, I’m not doing anything to you, ya big baby.” He cooed down at you, before taking his hand away, letting you stumble backwards.

He was just messing with you, teasing you. It was obvious, yet still you allowed him to be around you.

“Alright, I’m sorry, I know all the touching’s gotta be new still. Wanna go eat these in the park? I’ll buy you some ice cream if you want.”

“I don’t want ice cream, I want to go home.”

Keigo frowned, walking after you when you turned on your heel, heading for the subway. “Why do you dislike me so much? I’ve done so much to help you, and yet you spit in my face. Your parents ever teach you how to be grateful? Or even respectful?”

You gasped at his accusation, stopping in your tracks to whirl around, only to find the man far closer than what you had expected. Still, you tried to hide your surprise at his proximity, jabbing a finger in his direction.

“You are a playboy, you broke my friend’s heart, and you want to sleep with every single person you come across just to mess with their feelings. I don’t want to be around you. I won’t get dragged into that.”

The man watched you, face solemn and contemplative. “Is that really how you see me?”

“Why would I say any of that unless it was true?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking up and around, as if gathering his bearings, before back down at you.

“Have you ever considered that I’m the one getting my heart broken?”

“Yeah right-“ You scoffed, only for Keigo to cut you off.

“People want to sleep with me because they think it’ll get them something that they want. Fifteen second fame, a piece in a tabloid about my “new lover”…. Think it’ll help them further their career, or that I’ll give them money. I can’t find anyone real.

“And my friend wasn’t real enough for you?” You spat, not believing him for a second.

“Nope.  You think she liked me for who I am?”

“Uh, yeah? She gushed to me all the damn time about how good you were, how she felt about you. That girl held nothing but love and affection for you.”

The man snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure, love for my wallet.”

“She’s not like that.” You argued, brows furrowing.

“Really? Cause she was sucking me dry, and not even in a sexy way.”

You crinkled your nose at what he was implying. Your friend wasn’t like that, she truly had felt for Keigo, had liked him as her boyfriend. She wasn’t just a leech.

“I’m done talking about my failed love life.” Keigo said lowly, nudging your shoulder. “I just thought two friends could hangout, but it seems like you think all I do is try and fuck people.”

“No, Kiego…. That’s not what I meant.” Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t, but right now…. You almost felt a twinge of sympathy for him.

Some of what he was saying made sense, how people would try and use him for various reasons. But that still didn’t explain his sudden and harsh breakup with your friend. And over text no less, a complete douche move!

But you felt bad about his words, about how he seemed to actually want to hangout, and yet you were accusing him of trying to sleep with you. But what about those visions you had had? Was that even how they went? Or were you remembering falsely based on your bias towards the man?

And what about his suggestive touches, his leering gaze? Was that maybe just how he always was, and it wasn’t exclusive to you? Were you inflating your place in his life, thinking that he wanted you?

It was confusing, and you didn’t want to think about it, try and untangle the lies from the truth. Right now, you just wanted to eat your muffin.

“If you really didn’t mean it, then can we go eat these in the park? I just want to chill with someone that isn’t trying to gain something from me. I want to spend time with someone that’s real.”

With a half-irritated sigh, you nodded, hoping you wouldn’t regret hanging out with the obnoxious man.

-----

He kept calling you, texting you. You’d had to unblock his number at some point, in order for him to text you about the bracelet and when he needed to look at it.

“Come overrrrr, I’m bored!”

“Birdie, are you hungry? The delivery place gave me extra Torikatsu and I don’t want it to go bad. Can I come drop it off?”

He’d swing by the jewelers, leaning over the counter to talk to you about a recent shoot he’d booked, or something he saw recently.

Keigo seemed to slowly insert himself into every facet of your live, against your will, ignoring every subtle, irritated attempt of yours to turn him away. Every single time you saw him, your mind would inevitably think of the visions, but you felt like you couldn’t trust yourself with those anymore.

The man assured you at every step, he had no romantic feelings for you, he just wanted a friend, someone to put him in his place, be honest with him.

You definitely were honest.

Snapping at him when he showed up at your apartment uninvited, coming up behind you on the street and grabbing your sides, laughing when you shrieked and tried to hit your attacker, only to realize it was Keigo.

Tearing into him when he tried to talk badly about your friend - she had been having less and less contact with you, and you couldn’t figure out why. Now your relationship with her was reduced to curt text messages. Maybe she was just going through a hard time, and wanted alone time? Still, you let her know you were there for her, whenever she needed.

You were honest when Keigo asked your opinion on food, TV shows, clothes, movies. It was almost satisfying saying something sucked, just to see Keigo’s face fall slightly, before he shook his head, whining.

“Then help me pick something out! I can’t do it without you-“

He totally could, he was just being a baby.

The more he inserted himself into your life, the more you realized that he was akin to a petulant child, just with muscles and a penchant for inappropriate touching.

Whenever he saw you, he’d try to draw you into a hug, letting his hands drop far down your back, way too low for you to feel comfortable. You’d slap them away, and Keigo would laugh, before ruffling your hair.

He’d have you come over so he could check your quirk suppressor, except he was in the middle of a show, and it was getting to the best part. (“Sit down, shhh, it’s just getting good!”) You’d have to sit through the entire thing, enduring Kiego’s hand lazily drawing shapes over your pants on your thigh, simply putting it back whenever you shoved it off.

He was insufferable, irritating to no end, but you could tell he was a lonely man, bitter about his love life and with his friendships.

So you tolerated his presence.

After all, he wasn’t trying to hurt you. That’s something he reiterated every single time you shied away from his touch. He made you feel like a fool for thinking the man was hitting on you, when he made it so clear that he wasn’t, only interested in friendship.

Until you fell asleep at his house.

Another one of those days were he needed to look at your quirk suppressor (which you were 99% sure was fine, it seemed like he just enjoyed seeing it on your wrist). He had been rummaging around in his room before he had to run and open the front door for you, talking as he walked back to return to his previous task.

Apparently he was trying to find a good shirt, seeing as how he had pants on, but his chest was bare. Keigo instructed you to sit on the bed for a second while he retreated into his massive closet, trying to find a good shirt  to go with the rest of his outfit.

His bedroom was pretty large, a full California King taking up the majority of the space, neatly made. The sheets and blankets felt soft beneath your fingers as you sat on it’s edge, prepared to wait for Keigo for a bit.

The man always took his fashion very seriously - one time he’d even spent two hours trying on clothes until he’d decided on an appropriate outfit to go to the park.

So you followed your tired eyes, exhausted from work and dealing with Keigo, worrying about your friend, daily life stressors and the like.  Keigo wouldn’t mind if you laid back, right? Your feet wouldn’t be on the bed, so it’d be fine.

And it was fine, pleasant, the room the perfect temperature.

You were roughly jerked out of sleep by pressure. Pressure on your hips, pressure on your lips.

Eyes jolting open, you tried to inhale, only to find yourself unsuccessful.

Keigo was on top of you.

Panicking, your hands came to push at him, a muffled sound of protest being squeaked out from where his lips pressed against yours.

Noticing you were awake, Keigo pulled back, smiling the whole while.

“I’m not willing to wait anymore, I just gotta have you.”

His eyes were glinting, hair tousled, still shirtless. You felt goosebumps arise as you remembered the vision you had so long ago, of this exact moment.

“Wai-mmph!” His lips were on yours again, passionate and warm, moving eagerly. A wet tongue pressed at the seam of your mouth, surprising you and making you blanch, which allowed the man access.

Kiego’s tongue explored the inside of your mouth, playfully tapping your own wet muscle, encouraging you to lift it and wrestle with him.

This was too weird, this wasn’t happening, you couldn’t do this-

Biting down hard, you snapped your teeth shut on his tongue, and Keigo yelped, drawing back immediately.

“Ouch, what the fuck!?! Chill out (Y/N), geez.” His hand was dabbing at his mouth, wincing when it came in contact with his bleeding tongue. You had bitten him deep, but you weren’t focused on that right now.

“What are-what are you doing?” Your voice was breathless, disoriented. The room felt…. Dark, and suffocating, as if it was closing in on the two of you, trapping you.

Keigo looked down at you, and it was only then that you realized you had been moved to lie on the bed fully, shoes off, legs splayed. The man rested on his stomach between them, his weight pressed against your body, keeping you still.

“I told you, I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been as nice as I can, but it’s time you started paying me back for everything I’ve done for you.”

What? Paying him back-was he talking about the quirk suppressor he had gifted you? Had he been lying about his true intentions this whole time?

“That’s not right, it was a gift, you-you don’t have to pay back a gift.” You spluttered, feeling as if your chest was collapsing.

Keigo shook his head, swooping down to leave a bloody kiss on your forehead, which you cringed at, before pulling back to speak.

“Nah, it wasn’t a gift. You know how expensive it was? You were always gonna have to compensate me. Now shush, I wanna feel you-“

One of his hands grabbed your jaw, keeping your face turned towards his, pressing down until tears formed in your eyes. His lips were bloody from the bite on his tongue, tasting unmistakably like iron.

You didn’t want this.

Trying to bite him again left you with a slap to your thigh, making you cry out. Keigo huffed out a laugh against your mouth.

He detached from your lips, just to start nibbling at your jawline, elating streaks of red where his lips touched.

“God, you are so sexy. I was trying to chill, but then I came out and you were sleepin’ all cute, and I couldn’t fucking stop myself from touching.”

“Stop doing this, I can pay you with something different. I don’t wanna do this Keigo.” You whispered, on the verge of crying.

“No, I get to decide what you’ll be doing for me, it’s my bracelet-“

“It’s not, you gave it to me, please stop-“

“Shut up.” He growled sinking his teeth into the side of your neck, nipping at the skin hard enough to have you screaming. “You’re so ungrateful, where’s my thanks? I’ve done so much for you.”

“Thank you, thank you Keigo, I appreciate it all-“ You hurried out, hoping it was what he wanted to hear “But I can’t do this, please don’t make me. I wanna go home.”

“There we go, I like the sound of you thanking me. You’re going to thank me for each and every time you cum tonight, got it?”

“No, no, we can’t do this, I can’t! Get off of me, please-“

“You’ll do it, or else I’ll whip you until your flesh hangs off of you in strings.” He hissed, squeezing your jaw cruelly.

The tears in your eyes overflowed as you fell silent.

“Aw, birdie, don’t cry. I’m not gonna hurt you, I never have, right?” He waited for a second, watching your face before he pressed harder, eyes hardening “Right?“

You nodded jerkily, and Keigo came to kiss your tears away, savoring their salty taste as they rolled down your cheeks.

“Keigo, this isn’t right though, please get off me. I don’t want this-“

“You want me to take this away?” A hand caught your shaking wrist, the one that had the quirk suppressor fastened snugly around it, wrenching it up so both of you could see it. “Huh? Put you back where you were in your miserable little life? Running away from everyone, holing up in your apartment, not willing to touch or be touched…”

The very thought made your insides churn, and a fresh round of tears rolled down your face as you shook your head no, lips wobbling as you whined. You felt so pathetic, so small and dumb underneath Keigo.

“That’s what I thought. You’re going to relax now, right? No more begging unless it’s for more.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, beginning to shuffle around until he could slide his hands under your shirt, pressing against your tummy as you flinched away.

“Don’t worry birdie, you’re gonna like every single thing we’re gonna do. You’ve had sex now, yeah? Since I gave you the bracelet?”

You shook your head “no”, it’s not like you were eager for sex before you got it, and all the touching-without-terrifying-visions thing was still new to you, the dating world was being eased into. Somehow though, every single date seemed to be crashed by the man on top of you.

Keigo lit up like a Christmas tree, licking his lips gleefully. “Okay, okay, I can-whew, that’s hot-I can be gentle.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you, his hands skirting up your ribs, shucking up your shirt as the traveled higher and higher.

“Keigo please-“

“Don’t you dare say stop, I’m not gonna. You’re the first person that doesn’t want anything from me, you’re real, and I’m not stopping.”

His admission made you cringe, recoiling from his touch. He followed you, palms finally smoothing over your breasts, over your bra.

“You’re going to do what I say, or else this-“ Your wrist was wrenched into view, red-and-black bracelet glittering. “-gets removed. And I’ll still do whatever the fuck I want, but you’ll be off in your mind having visions of who-knows-what while I have my way. Got it?”

Your blood chilled, body suddenly feeling ice cold. His tone was dead serious, spitting out the words with a sense of finality.

“So, just lay there and take it birdie, I’ll be good to you.”

[seanfalco]

Your Secret’s Safe with Me | Nathan Young x Reader

Word count: 2.4k Warnings: Smut/Pegging, Language a/n: tbh I struggled with this, and I’m not sure if I’m exactly happy with it, but I wanted to get it out before Thursday was over.  Just some consensual pegging.  I wanted Nathan’s first time to be comfortable for him with healthy communication. A huge thank you to @midnightseance​ for the gif >:3

“Whoa!  What’re y’doin’?” Nathan yelped, jerking away from your hand as it traveled lower still, the pad of your finger circling his hole.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” you replied breathlessly, glancing at him apologetically.  “Did it feel good at all?” you wondered and Nathan frowned, a conflicted look crossing his face as he thought about it.

“Do it again,” he said hesitantly and you slowly resumed your exploration, watching his expression.

“Does that feel good?”

“...Maybe,” he relented reluctantly and a small grin tugged at your lips.

“Maybe, huh?  Would you like me to make you feel good?” you asked between kisses, your tongue teasing his nipple as your finger pressed against him.  “I’ve heard it can be quite pleasurable, and I’ve always wanted to peg someone,” you mused, and Nathan looked thoughtful, conflicted. 

“Alright, I s’pose,” he relented begrudgingly, “but not... right now, I need some time t’mentally prepare,” he murmured, pulling you back up to his face, meeting your kisses with fervor.  “I’ll let yeh peg me properly, but first, I think it’s time for me to take advantage of you.”  

“It’s not taking advantage if I want you to,” you laughed, but Nathan merely shrugged, rolling you to your back. 

“Now you’re just splittin’ hairs.”

——

For the remainder of the week neither you nor Nathan spoke of what had happened or your tentative plans, in fact you half wondered if Nathan had already changed his mind.  You wouldn’t hold it against him if he had, though you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to try it with him, the thought of fucking your boyfriend into the mattress, and the sounds he might make aroused you more than you cared to admit.

Your afternoon off, you decided to leave your boyfriend a little gift, hoping he’d find it as sexy as you did -- a little sneak peek to hopefully get him in the mood.

While Nathan was at work, you pulled out the camcorder and tripod to record a short video, sporting your sexiest pair of lingerie and wearing the strap, posing seductively on the bed, hoping you didn’t look completely foolish.

Purposefully leaving the camcorder set up, you dressed and got to work on dinner, waiting for Nathan to get home.

“Hey!” he called as he came through the door, toeing his trainers off to leave in the middle of the hall before joining you in the kitchen.

“Hey,” you replied, grinning as he embraced you from behind.  “How was work?”

“Way too fuckin’ long,” he complained, dropping his face to your shoulder.  “What’re you makin’?” he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him as he sniffed the air moments later, work already forgotten.

“Frozen pizza, but it's one of those fancy ones and I added a few things,” you answered, turning in Nathan’s embrace to face him as he hummed delightedly.

“No one told me I was datin’ a chef,” he exclaimed with a cheesy smile that made you laugh.

“You’re such an ass,” you exclaimed, poking him in the ribs.

“Hey, that was a genuine compliment!” he whined and you relented, smirking as you pulled him forward by the collar for a kiss.

“Aren’t you sweet?” you murmured against his lips and you felt him grin.

“The sweetest,” he replied cheekily, kissing you back.  

After dinner Nathan followed you into the kitchen to deposit his empty plate in the sink, once more trapping you in his arms, his hands already wandering.  “Sooooo, what d’ya wanna do now?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows, full of insinuation, and you rolled your eyes.

“Actually, I have something for you in the bedroom,” you said, attempting to keep a straight face, steering him where you wanted him.

“Oh?” he asked, his eyebrows climbing, a mixture of intrigue and genuine confusion on his face.

“Mhmm,” you answered, nudging him toward the door.  

Before entering, Nathan leaned in curiously, and catching sight of the camcorder still set up his face brightened and he glanced back at you over his shoulder. 

“Oh, I see,” he exclaimed, knowing what that meant and rubbing his hands together excitedly as he hurried to go watch the recording you’d left him.

Though you wanted to see his reaction, you busied yourself with cleaning up dinner, waiting for his answer to the question you’d posed in the video.  Several minutes later Nathan cleared his throat from the door and you spun to face him. 

“Yes?” you asked, excitement coursing through you and you fought against the urge to rub your thighs together against your building arousal.

“I’m uh, I’m gunna take a quick shower,” Nathan announced, a little awkwardly, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb, but you could see in his eyes he was as excited as you were, if not a little nervous too.

This was your sign he wanted this.

“Alright,” you replied, unable to keep the small grin from your face.  “I’ll see you soon,” you murmured, pushing off the counter to press a kiss to his lips as you slipped past him to the bedroom to get ready yourself.

Watching you for a moment, Nathan shook himself, already undressing on his way to the bathroom and soon you heard the water turn on.  By the time he stepped back into the bedroom, towel around his waist and his usually poofy curls plastered wetly to his face, you were waiting on the edge of the bed in the same lingerie as before and you didn’t miss the way Nathan’s gaze traveled hungrily over you as he moved closer.  

“You look --” he paused to whistle as he stopped in front of you and you gazed up at him through your eyelashes, a smirk twisting your lips as your eyes traveled down his damp chest to his hips, his erection already tenting the towel wrapped round his waist.

“Someone’s excited,” you pointed out, your hands tugging at the towel and Nathan let it fall unabashed to the floor before shimmying his hips, making his cock swing enticingly.

“How can I not be when y’look like that?” he exclaimed and you reached out, sliding your hand over his length, gripping him as you stood and switched him spots, releasing his cock to push him to his back.

As he hit the bed, Nathan gaped up at you, his jaw falling open as you knelt before him, positioning yourself between his knees.  

“Are you nervous?” you asked, stroking him again and a soft moan left his lips.

“Me, nervous?” he exclaimed, lifting his head to peer down at you, forcing a laugh.  “I don’t even know th’meanin’ of the word!  I’ve got nerves of steel, baby!” 

Leveling him a skeptical look, you dipped your head to run your tongue along the underside of his cock, coaxing forth another breathy moan.

“It’s okay if you are… nervous,” you murmured, pausing to kiss the side of his length and then the other side.

Nathan groaned, squirming slightly at your ministrations before speaking up again.

“Have you… ever done this… before?” he asked hesitantly and you once more lifted your face to regard him.

“Technically you’re the first,” you answered slowly and Nathan’s brows raised.  “Well, first guy, at least.  I’ve fucked some girls with a strap on before,” you continued and his face fell slightly.

“Well now I’m kinda jealous,” he muttered and you snorted a laugh.

“Oh c’mon, you’re the only one I wanna rail now, babe.  I’ll show you you have nothin’ to be jealous about,” you murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his cock before swirling your tongue around it.

Nathan let out a strangled sigh as his head fell back, and as you lavished his cock with attention you reached for the bottle of lube you’d set out on the bedside table.

Pulling his cock from your mouth for a moment to concentrate, you squirted some of the lube into your hand, coating your finger generously.  

“If you want me to stop at any time, just say so,” you said as you gently ran your slick finger around the rim of his hole, and you could practically feel him tense, clenching.  “I need t’get you ready for the toy,” you murmured, rubbing your finger in slow circles now.  “So try to relax, Nathan, focus on how good it feels.”

“Right.  Yeah,” he answered disjointedly and you smiled to yourself as you took his length back into your mouth while you worked his hole, feeling him start to finally relax.

When you began to push your finger into him he let out a sharp whine, but you kept bobbing your head as you pushed deeper, slowly inserting your finger to the second knuckle, relishing the noises he made.

When you added a second finger you felt him tense once more, but soon he was baring down on you, almost eager.  

Working his ass til you felt he was ready you gave his cock one last good suck before standing and adjusting the harness around your waist.  Quickly lubing up the silicone dildo, Nathan watched, strangely silent for once, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Do I hadta turn over and stick my ass in th’air or anythin’?” he asked, a small tremor to his voice and you looked up from your task to look him in the eye.

“Not unless you want to.  I can fuck you on your back if you want.”

Nathan looked thoughtful, his gaze traveling down to your hand still gripping the dildo.  “I think I wanna watch,” he decided.  “It’d be a shame not to see you when y’look so hot.”

Grinning at his praise you ran your free hand down thigh, giving his leg a squeeze.  “Good, cuz I wanna see the faces you make, how good I make you feel as I fuck you,” you admitted, enjoying the soft flush that rose to his face.  “Are y’ready?” you asked.

“Actually, if I might make a request?  Can y’take the bra off?  I really wanna see those glorious tits o’ yours,” he exclaimed and you rolled your eyes, unsurprised as you reached behind you to unclasp the garment, easing it down so he could get a good look at you. 

“There, better?”

“Much better.”

“Are y’ready now?” you asked, with amusement.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he muttered.  “Is it weird that I find you incredibly fuckin’ sexy with that thing on?” he added, taking you by surprise.

“I think it’s sexy that you find it sexy,” you purred, aligning yourself, holding the tip of the toy at his entrance.  “Now prepare t’have your world rocked, Nathan Young,” you announced, turning his own words on him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut  as you pressed into him, slowly repeating what you’d done with your fingers, using shallow thrusts before sliding deeper.  

When you finally sheathed the toy completely, your hips flush with his ass, you paused, Nathan’s mouth falling open as a cross between and moan and a whine fell from his lips and you weren’t exactly sure if it was one of pain or pleasure, but it sent a shiver through you, leaving you very much wanting.

“Babe, you okay?” you asked, checking in, giving him a moment to adjust and he breathed heavily through his nose.

“I think?” he replied, opening one eye to squint up at you.

“You think?” you repeated, slowly pulling out to slide back into him and this time he gasped, throwing his head back.

“Okay, yeah.  Yeah, that-that might feel — fuckkk,” he groaned, the word punctuating your hips coming flush against him again, rocking into him.  “Oh fuck, [y/n],” he exclaimed and you couldn’t help but smirk, carefully watching his face as you began to speed up.

When you grabbed his cock, gliding your fist down his length in time with your thrusts he breathed in sharply, his hips jerking.

“Ahh!” he gasped, his hands balling in the sheets, his face scrunching up in pleasure.  “Ooh yeah.  Yeah, just like that,” he babbled.  “Fuck me sideways with a tire iron, Jay-sus Christ,” he muttered.

“Faster?” you purred, and he shook his head frantically, his mussed curls bouncing eagerly.

“God, you’re so cute like this,” you murmured as you began thrusting faster, swiping your thumb over the tip of his cock, teasing him.

Though the faces he was making weren’t exactly what you’d call sexy, it was cute seeing him begin to unravel, writhing atop the sheets because of your actions and soon you were pounding into him harder, the slap of skin on skin filling the room while Nathan’s wanton cries and needy whines grew louder as well.

“Do you like being fucked like this, babe?” you asked, panting slightly, feeling sweat begin to cover your forehead as you watched him squirm, his toes curling.

“Oh Jay-sus, yes!” he cried, his voice cracking amid the deep groan that followed. 

“Then come for me, Nathan,” you urged, your muscles beginning to cramp while your arousal coated the inside of your thighs, your cunt throbbing.  Each time you ground against the harness you felt yourself growing a little more desperate. 

God how you wanted to see him come undone before you.

Suddenly a strangled cry, louder than the others left your boyfriend’s throat and you could feel his muscles tense as his cock swelled in your grip, but you didn’t relent, over stimulating him as he came in your hand, spilling his seed over his own stomach in spurts, harder than he’d came before, as you continued to ram into him.

“Oh God!  Oh [y/n]!” he whined and you finally slowed, pulling out of him as you released his softening cock.

As Nathan collapsed back you unbuckled the harness from your waist, letting it fall to the floor before crawling atop the bed next to him.  Propping yourself up on your elbow you ran your fingers down his cheek and his eyes fluttered open to gaze up at you, taking a moment to focus on your face.

“Hey,” you murmured, grinning softly at him.

“Hey,” he croaked, turning toward you.

“So?  What did you think?” you asked, curious.  It sure seemed like he enjoyed himself, but you knew how stubborn Nathan could be and you wouldn’t be surprised if he denied it anyway.

“That was… I mean… yeah, I liked it, okay,” he admitted with a huff, his eyes holding a challenge.

“Yeah?” you asked, a giddy grin tugging at your lips.

“Yeah,” he repeated, “but y’can’t tell anyone okay?  I wanna keep my pride, yeah?” he whined and you silenced him with a kiss.

“Your secret’s safe with me, Nathan.”  

Your answer seemed to please him and he sighed contentedly, snuggling closer.

“Does that mean I can peg you again some time?” you ventured, pushing his hair from his forehead and he cracked an eye to peer up at you, chewing his lip.

“Yeah, alright,” he finally relented.  “I still like bein’ the one in charge, but… I wouldn’t mind it if we did this again... sometime,” he confessed haltingly.

“Sounds good to me,” you murmured, pulling him closer, your breath catching as he nuzzled against your neck only to start nipping at you, his hand delving between your thighs.

“Fuck, you’re wet!” he exclaimed abruptly, his head jerking up, eyes wide.  “Is that all just from peggin’ me?” he asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” you answered, feeling your face warm, “it was really hot.  You were really hot.”

“Okay, I changed my mind,” he exclaimed with a giggle, “I’ll let yeh have your way with me me more often if this is the result,” he exclaimed, pushing you eagerly to your back.

“Oh, yeah?” you murmured, laughter tinging your voice as he crawled atop you, his lips moving against your neck.

“Oh yeah,” he repeated, smirking as he pulled back to waggle his eyebrows at you.  “Now it’s my turn to return th’favour.”

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[bisexual-horror-fan]

December 20th. Role Reversal. “On The Other Side Of The Knife.” Billy Loomis X AFAB Reader.

AH! SO HERE WE ARE! 

I was sooooo insanely excited for this prompt! I felt like it would just hit so right with Billy Loomis and I really think that it does. I might have to do a longer thing with this to be honest. Kinky December is such a blast! Big, big thanks again to @horrorslashergirl​ for this event! I hope you all have fun and enjoy this piece! Now on we go!

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Rating, Explicit. Length. 2K. Warnings. Praise. Role Play. General Ghostface Fuckery. Knife Play. Blood Play. Rope Play. Sub/Dom Dynamics. Hair Pulling. Mentions Of Poly!Ghostface. Voyerism. Restrained Billy. Submissive Billy. Dom Reader. Face Sitting. Cunnilingus. Dirty Talk. Teaseing. Lingerie. 

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One The Other Side Of The Knife.

It had started as a joke. 

Isn't that how most of these discoveries go? 

It's all fun and games, laugh, laugh, joke, joke and then whoops turns out someone IS into that and just like that, a new kink is discovered. 

Still when it happens to Billy it is a shock for the both of you.

But we are a little ahead of ourselves here. 

It had been a great night. A solo-session with the two of you, Stu indisposed for the evening, you loved being with both of them but getting to have Billy all to yourself on occasion was so great. You knew that he felt similarly, he loved Stu so much and sharing you between the two of them was never an issue, it was a damn good time. Having you pinned in the middle was quite the sight to behold, writhing and the way you sounded? Oh my God, forget about that, it was perfection. 

But this wasn’t about the, to be perfectly honest, wonderful times the three of you had. This was about you and him, and it went so well. A phone call, a chase, you were captured, trussed up, teased and taunted and taken. You were left pleasantly sore, skin slick with sweat, thoroughly satisfied, a little bloody with his cum slowly leaking out of you. You were on your back as he was untying you, pulling the ropes away and tracing the indents that the ropes left in your skin, rubbing over the skin soothingly, he had long since ditched the costume, looking down at you affectionately.

“You did so good tonight.”

He praised you as one of his hands rubbed over your calf as he unwrapped the ropes from around your ankle and threw them aside. You were rubbing one of your wrists as you responded,

“You weren’t so bad yourself.”

A laugh from him before firing back with a roll of his eyes,

“Oof what high praise y/n.” 

One of his hands ran up your legs, he reached out and picked up the knife that was lying on the sheets next to you, he started to crawl over you, knife brandished and held out.

“I think you should say something a little nicer to me.”

You smirked up at him and feeling bold you decided to challenge him. 

“Oh should I now?”

“Mmm.”

He hummed as the flat of the blade started to come down to your chest and you got a very interesting idea. You reached up, hand coming to the back of Billy’s neck and you pulled him down, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into it when your lips met, returning it easily and you slowly took action. Your hand sliding up from his neck and into his hair and nails scratching over his scalp lightly, the soft groan he let out against your mouth was all the signal you needed, your other hand moved quickly and grabbed the knife from his hand. Your fingers threaded into his hair and tugged hard, you broke the kiss and the knife was held to his throat, you were about to tell some dumb joke and continue the banter and teasing-but his reaction made you stop. 

The way his eyes flew back open, the slight gasp, how he tensed and that look in his eyes as he stared down at you. Unsure, slight fear, arousal, a look you were sure he had seen painted on your face the first time you two did this when he was the one holding the knife. 

“Oh I think he likes it.”

“What? Me?”

He tried to say it in that classic and oh so confident way of his but he couldn’t pull it off this time. Couldn’t hide the shake in his voice, obviously thrown off or the slight flush on his face.

You decided to experiment a bit further. You tugged again on his hair as you held the knife a little closer to him and his breath caught in his throat, he swallowed hard and you couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face.

Fuck.

Yep, no doubt about it.

He liked it.

He couldn’t hide it from you. 

You eased off shortly after that and did the appropriate thing. You talked about it. He did like it a lot. And he decided he wanted to try it out being the victim for once. You could tell he was a little nervous, he wasn’t one to typically give up control but he trusted you and he certainly couldn’t ignore how shockingly good it felt when you took that bit of control from him. I mean really who could blame him for being curious. 

A plan was made, a date set and another night where it was going to be just you and him. Having both you and Stu ganging up on him was a tad too much to handle for his first go with this. You agreed and besides you wanted to do this to him on your own. 

It was just so fucking good. 

The fact he was being so open with you, so vulnerable and trusting was amazing on it’s own but seeing him like this was the best part. He had given you a lot of free rein with the planning, you knew him well and would figure out his limits together. You had a safe word and signals and felt confident. You kind of decided to go all in. 

It started as any good roleplay like this should.

With a phone call.

He was waiting for you to come by, little did he know you were already there. Watching him through the window, as you talked to him, the conversation started easily and slowly, claiming to be a wrong number but bored and looking for someone ‘fun’ to talk to. You watched him as he looked around, trying to find where you were before you could strike, it WAS fun watching him go around but managing to keep his tone normal and light, he was a good actor. 

You slipped inside easily. 

See part of the fun was figuring out how you would take him down. You had been on the receiving end many a time and he was so fucking strong and could hold you down no problem. You wanted to genuinely get the drop on him, make it a bit more real. You had led him into the perfect position. Crouching low behind a corner, having a wire pulled taut between the hallway, phone cradled in your shoulder, he was coming, you totally had him.

“Where the fuck are you?!”

He had gotten into the bit, playing along perfectly and you couldn’t help but smile behind your mask. Wouldn’t he like to know?

You held the wire with one hand and knocked on the wall you were leaning on, he obviously heard it, he came down the hallway quicker to follow the sound and you got him. He tripped and you were on him in a second. Sprawled on his back and you were on top of him, seated on his chest, thighs on either side of him, pinning his arms down, one hand gripping the collar of his shirt, tugging him up, you leaned down and the cool plastic mask brushed his cheek as you whispered,

“Gotcha.”

You sat up, and took him in. He looked you over. My God the sight of you in that costume, knife gripped in your fist, it was all too exciting. You loved seeing him under you, he already looked flustered and you hadn’t even done anything…

Yet.

“Now that I have you-”

You dragged the back of the knife over the side of his face slowly, he squirmed under you,

“-what to do with you?”

His gaze broke from the hollow eyes of the mask, face flushed. Looking away and being so quiet, that wouldn’t do. You threaded gloved fingers in his hair and tugged hard. His breath hitched and you felt him shift under you as you spoke, harshly in a similar tone that he would use on you.

“Look at me.”

He hesitated and you tugged again, 

“I said-”

You had that knife coming down and holding it to his throat as you finished your sentence,

“Look. At. Me.”

He did, eyes snapping up to you and that look made you want. His lips parted and the way he was breathing, you were practically dripping. You let go of his hair and you leaned back, the knife still held to his throat, your other hand came behind you and you felt him. He was achingly hard in his jeans and when your hand made contact he fucking whined and arched into the touch and that made you pulse and made your own breath want to stutter. He looked fucking beautiful. 

You wanted so much more of this. 

“Don’t tell me that you are getting off on this.”

You taunted him, doing your best to play the part and he responded to your teasing with a strained groan as you manipulated him through his jeans. It felt good to be in control.

“Look at you. Obviously loving it. What a little slut.”

He actually groaned again when that last word passed your lips and that had you so very pleased. He was already struggling to hold it together, you could tell. His eyes were pleading for more but you couldn’t help but focus on his mouth. You were already terribly worked up yourself and in need of relief and with him laid out in front of you like this, well you’d be a fool not to take advantage. 

You let go of him and he fucking whimpered, head falling back agianst the hardwood, hips arching, calling out for more contact, and dear Lord you wanted to hear him do that again too. You tsk’d and said,

“Greedy thing. This is about me right now-”

You stood up on your knees, pinning his arms to the floor with more force and he winced at the slight pain, one hand running up your leg, gathering the smooth black fabric, starting to pull up the robe of your Ghostface costume,

“-but I’ll tell you what.”

You moved that knife and ran the tip of it over his bottom lip, your head tilting to the side, hiking the material up even higher,

“You be a good victim for me and I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.”

The bottom of your robe gathered in one fist he could now see what you had on underneath. 

Not much.

Thigh high stockings, sheer and smooth, lace tops and held up with a garter belt, barely there panties and his eyes went wider at the sight. 

One important thing you knew about Billy Loomis is he had a terrible weakness for lingerie of any kind so combining that previous well worn love of his with this new and exciting territory you were exploring together was mind blowing. 

“I’m going to let you have use of your arms, don’t try anything funny.”

He nodded shakily, enraptured, practically dying to see what you were going to do next. You moved forward, getting into position, hand holding that knife came down between your thighs, two fingers hooked in the crotch of your panties as you still held the weapon and moved your soaked underwear to the side. 

“You talked real big on the phone earlier. So many threats and awful things you said, and yet here you are now, quiet as a mouse.”

A light laugh from you when he had no response, he looked wrecked and wanting, eyes fixated on your dripping core, you spoke again,

“How about you apologize properly, hmm? Then we can talk about if you are worthy of a reward.”

You lowered yourself down onto his mouth and his hands were immediately on your ass, eyes falling closed with a moan of pure satisfaction at the taste of you. You had your fingers in his hair again, tugging him in closer to your sex, a grind as your other hand came back, tip of that knife dragging leisurely up his chest, he shuddered under you upon feeling the cold metal. 

“Now be a good boy and get to work.”

[honeybomb4thebear]

HEHEHEHEHEE YES MAAM my birthday is coming up sooooo nsfw Rantaro a-z

Happy birthday anon!! Or late birthday!! Or early!! Idk!!

Not really proud of this one, but I still hope that you enjoy it... 

RANTARO N//F*W ALPHABET

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. ⦁ He is actually pretty shy about it? Rantaro is a polite boy so he will offer to clean you up, but he is still shy about it. You can see the blush on his face as he rubs the wet, warm cloth on your private parts.

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light ⦁ Probably vanilla? Like you'd suggest BDSM stuff and he'd look at you with a "?" smile. Innocent. Ignorant. It would be kind of awkward at first, but dw he is willing to try... Probably. ⦁ Maybe daddy stuff? OH YES, DADDY KINK! He'd be your daddy. Outside of bed, he'd feel awkward about it but he absolutely loves it when you call him daddy while having sex. Since he plays a kiiiiind of a parental role in the relationship, it fits too.

C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. ⦁ Cums loads and tastes sweet too. Takes his time.

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? ⦁ Dominant. An innocent, shy dominant. Yet still dominant.

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). ⦁ I doubt since his significant other's safety is quite important to him.

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). ⦁ The fact that his fantasy was deadass a teacher/student fantasy. Lmao. Aside from that... Hmmm... Maybe something with massages? Like, he gives you a professional massage (he somehow knows how to do it) and then one thing leads to other aaaaaaaaand... You two have sex.

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. ⦁ He will be scared af yet still cover you with something (ex.: blanket), then look into the person's eyes in an intimidating way and tell them to get out in a serious tone.

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). ⦁ His groin. Stimulate his groin and do nothing more, he will giggle breathlessly and call you a "shameless tease".

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. ⦁ He is quite romantic, he'd kiss every part of your body that he could and would definetly smile lovingly while doing so. Even though he is shy, he is still happy to see you like this so he will do his best to please you.

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. ⦁ Hmm, after wandering the city you've been in, you guys arrive at your hotel room. Then while having shower together, he gets turned on and let's say well, uh... Your shower doesn't take much time. Thanks god that room is soundproof.

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. ⦁ All these Rantaro's cake memes made me feel like he'd be into spanking... They aren't even funny, f you guys...   ⦁ Maybe lacy, elegant lingerie?

L=Location -  Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. ⦁ Oh. My. God. Guys, think about it. Balcony sex with Rantaro! ⦁ Maybe in unknown alleyways of an unknown city where you two can't be seen. That's as risky as he can get. ⦁ But, he likes it in the bedroom the most.

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. ⦁ Not often, probably. He looks so cute like when he does, though. In his bedroom, on his huge bed, sitting at the edge with his head rolled back. He is biting his lip and his eyes are closed tight, as if he doesn't want to see himself masturbate.

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. ⦁ Don't get freaky with him lol he is as vanilla as he could be.

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). ⦁ Tease him then call him daddy. Calling him that outside of bed feels weird but when it's used carefully, it gives him an instant boner.

P=Position -  Their favourite position to have sex in. ⦁ Aquarius or good ol' doggy.

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. ⦁ Mmm... Maybe? Like, since you guys travel around the world so much it could be a way to "create memories"... It sounded too perverted lol.

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. ⦁ A gentle lover, not rough unless you want him to be.

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. ⦁ Since he cums loads, I feel like not much? Still 3 to 4 times but yeah, nothing too extreme.

T=Toys - Do they use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. ⦁ He'd be shy to actually buy them himself, yet he'd definetly buy some for you and he wouldn't say no if you wanted to use them in front of him... Or if you asked him to use them on you.

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. ⦁ Depends, if he feels like it he'd definetly tease you. He'd tease you so much your legs would be shaking. And then he'd tell you that you should wait until you arrive at your hotel room, which causes you to punch him lightly on his arm and him laughing sheepishly.

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. ⦁ Not loud but when you can actually hear it, his low groans are so cute. It gets cutted off by himself because his breath hitches as well, but he is still enjoying himself a lot. If you are sucking his dick he would be murmuring about how good it feels and how lewd you look right now, along with still very low moans.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. ⦁ He LOVES giving oral. Will giggle while doing so, your reactions are so adorable that his precum is leaking already...

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. ⦁ A bit of a six-pack? Not too much, but it's kind of visible. He has an elegant yet muscular body. His dick is long yet not very thick.

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. ⦁ Not much. Once a week?

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. ⦁ He is tired, but he probably won't sleep. Maybe reads a book while peeking at you sometimes. He can't help it, you look so cute while sleeping.

[obeyme-life]

HC: The Brothers With A Little Spitfire! (Part 2)

For @imapersonwhohasnothingbettertodo

*** *** *** SLIGHT NSFW?? ASMO IS ASMO ***

Satan:

Your rage was quite amusing to him—both because he was the Avatar of Wrath and because it really bothered Lucifer.

He honestly didn't notice how bad your temper was because his could always prove worse. It did baffle him why one would provoke the demon that was the very embodiment of anger though...

More than your temper, your height sparked something in him. You were so small. So delicate. So utterly breakable—and god, did he want to break his bedframe with you.

It had become a game to you both to see who could get angrier or scream the loudest or cause the most problems for Lucifer.

In your calmer times together he'd read you books about passion and rage, drawing comparisons to the both of you. "... Although we've already determined I simply need to pick you up and throw you over my shoulder to win our arguments."

And he really did do that. He loved to argue with you—you were so smart and it was a nice change from his brothers. But when he had enough he'd simply carry you off somewhere and sit you somewhere up high.

Your relationship finally advanced when he sat you on the counter one day and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, pinning you to him with pink cheeks. "I win. Plain and simple." You announced.

Taking your jaw in his hand and making you look at him, he tutted at your announcement. "I don't think so." Leaning in he bit your bottom lip, tugging it playfully but letting out a slight growl.

Your nails dug into the skin of his arms as you snarled back—before capturing his lips again. You'd never been so grateful for your height.

It was going to be a long night—you both hated to lose.

Asmo:

For the first month or so of your exchange program, Asmo did a lot of pouting around you. You were so angry, but how could anyone be that angry at his face!?

"MC!~" He whined for the thousandth time. "I didn't mean anything by it! I'm just saying with your height you would look sooooo good in Majolishs new petite line! I want you to try some on for me!"

"Asmo! For f*ck sakes!" You growled back. "It's a lingerie line!" He didn't see the issue.

As Asmo grew closer with you he found himself thinking about your spitfire temper a lot. Especially when he was alone in bed. All that pent up angst... He could relieve so much tension for you.~ Or... Maybe you enjoyed the anger? A bit of BDSM?

As you hung out in his room one day, idly flipping through a magazine while sat cross legged on his bed, he knelt behind you and took you by the shoulders, massaging them.

"M-Ceee!~" He cooed into your ear in a singsong voice. You knew what he wanted—he'd been threatening it for months. But you liked Asmo (a lot) and you were finally ready to cave.

"... If you really think you can relieve all that tension, I guess you're welcome to try..." He basically jumped on you.

Beel:

Beel was the only one of the brothers to really have his feelings hurt when you ended up raising your voice. He didn't mean to eat your custard, and he understood why you were mad because if he was in your shoes he would be too... But he still looked like a sad puppy as you scolded him.

Although you were typically hot-headed, you found yourself apologizing to him more often than not—even if he ate something of yours.

Although the brothers found it amusing to see you looking waaaay up at the giant demon as you lectured him, they found it more amusing how red-faced and flustered you got when the gentle giant pulled you into a hug. He always picked you up off the ground....mostly unintentionally because of his height.

Although you never stopped getting irritated with him, you grew to love the way he always shared his snacks to make it up to you, or bought you a special treat as an apology. And his hugs became something you looked forward to.

When you finally became his girlfriend (courtesy of a well timed all you can eat buffet ticket that you gave him that pushed him over the edge and into confessing) he'd take advantage of your height to carry you on his shoulders or, if you fell asleep on the couch, in his arms to bed.

Belphie:

Belphie could give as good as he got. If you yelled loud, he yelled louder. He hated, at first, the way you'd storm in and wake him with your ranting. But he grew accustomed to it... And amused by it.

He liked to pretend to sleep through your dramatic entrance just to work you up more. You'd jump onto the bed, onto him, and growl that he needed to wake up and face responsibility for whatever he was on trouble for.

Eventually he'd roll over and yawn before he gave you that smug look he wore so well. "Ah... You're so small I didn't even feel you try to wake me. Wow.~"

That would usually start up your flustered play fighting, trying to push him out of bed. You really were short though, and he had quite an advantage.

Eventually his feelings culminated into love, and tours had too. Your yelling became less out of anger and more out of concern and affectionate annoyance.

Now when you woke him he'd wrap you in his arms, making you his little spoon and smiling against the top of your head when he kissed it. "Mm... Maybe that hot-headedness of yours can keep me warm while I nap?~ Just five more minutes..."

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Two can play at that game... Part 1 (Mammon x M/C) 18+

Heyyyo guys Okie I finally finished this fic!!! FRIGGIN FINALLY!!!!! 

But anyway this fic was requested byyy @memekingofwwiii​. Thank you sooooo much for the request love!! I had so much fun with writing this fic and I really am sorry its taken so long but I hope that it lives up to what you were expecting!!! Hopefully i’ll have the next part up soon but yeah okay so it is 18+ and I have taken some liberties about writing it in terms of the other characters but anywhoooo I hope you like it!!!! 

Request: Ok... so it’s headcannon that Mammon is actually hella powerful and scary when pissed but because he has such good control over his emotions he never goes out of control unlike his brothers (and Nephew, Satan is Luci’s son, fite me m8) so I’m kinda thinking what would happen if MC genuinely tried to provoke him, making him jealous and possessive to the point where he snaps and fucks MC into his mattress (doggy style) in his demon form. (1/2)\

Warnings: not many in this part beside light kissing and spanking/ Unedited 

(next part thoooo)

Your eyes ran up and down yourself in the mirror... You frowned. 

You then pulled your skirt slightly higher up, pinning the sleeves of the off shoulder top slightly lower. It caused your cleavage to show a little better over the sweetheart neckline of your top. Giving yourself a look over again you smirked. 

You looked bomb and you friggin knew it!!

You had done a good job riding the line of sexy and yet innocent if you do say so yourself. Your black skirt hugged your curves very nicely, as it ran down your thighs stopping just a bit before your knee. It wasn’t particularly short but it rode higher when you walked and considering tonight was going to be spent dancing... Again you smiled to yourself. You had paired this with a mustard yellow top. It had a sweet heart neckline with sleeves which fell off your shoulders. The sleeves gave you a chance to wear the new white lace lingerie set you had invested. The white a nice touch and added to the look you were going for. It was a bit long though so collecting some of it at the back you tucked it into the skirt. This made quite the show of your behind but you didn’t mind... If anything it was going to help achieve your goal. All of this had been paired with gold jewellery; rings, a thin gold choker and a pair of hoops. Your hair was silky and straight, some of the front strands you had pinned back the rest falling around your face that was sporting natural makeup with gold highlights here and there and finally a pair of black boots that had white laces.

For once you knew you looked amazing and you knew without any doubt you were going to get you want! 

You were finally going to get Mammon riled up and more jealous and possessive than he already is. You knew it was slightly cruel to toy with him like so but you were also sick and tired of him edging around his and your feelings as he tried to pretend like he didn’t like you. You understood that given the way his brothers teased him relentlessly he had to put up a tough front but you weren't telling him to drop that... all you wanted was for him to let go of it when you were alone. You had tried to get him to do that through the cutesy and sweet way but it hadn’t worked so you were left with this last resort, which was to get him to snap and you were certain it was going to work. 

You at first had been trying to figure out the logistics such as when, where and who would you use to get him all riled up but the perfect opportunity had come with Diavolo and his insistence on spending time together. He had been visiting the dorm one day when he suggested that all the boys, the angels and the humans go out together and just relax and have some fun. Something we all deserved after all the stressful events. Given everything was being sponsored by him no one minded but no one had any smart ideas as to what we could do. The surprising idea to go to a club was pitched by none other than Lucifer. 

“Why don’t we all go together to The Fall? Diavolo can have several booths booked for us, I can pick up liquor for all of us, we can even have Barbatros pick some up from the human realm for M/C and Solomon... I think it would be nice. It gives everyone a chance to get dressed up and we can all dance and let of some steam?”

At first no one had answered all too shocked by the fact that Lucifer had suggested this but his next line had you instantly agreeing. 

“I work at The Fall quite often for our M/C here, I could get the DJ to play human realm music... M/C could make a list of the songs and with the right incentive i am sure he wouldn't mind?”

You were instantly up telling him you’d give a list to him by tomorrow morning. Everyone was aware that as nice and hardworking as you were you couldn't say no to a party and one with music you knew you danced well too... your excitement had rubbed of on everyone and soon they were all agreeing. 

Each song you had picked was pointed in every way, from the words to the melody, to the dance you were supposed to do. The one piece of puzzle that had taken the longest though was who would you use? Who would make Mammon snap… at first you considered one of his brothers. You knew by now that more than a few had their eyes on you… Lucifer came to mind specifically especially given you may have had some feelings for him at first but you felt that was too cruel. 

Thats when you thought about your fellow human Solomon. He would be perfect… You both had had some fun of your own earlier in the year at a party Asmo had taken you too before Mammon’s feelings had been made clear. Since then you had always seen the lingering glances of the sorcerer as you talked, his lingering touches when he hugged you. If all this didn't go the way you wanted it to you knew you had Solomon to fall back on. A bonus to all this was that despite Solomon being a magic being and whatnot he did listen to pop music in the human realm and you knew first hand he could keep to a beat... if the last party was anything to go by. You both had taken over the floor together and according to Asmo it was so hot the demon of lust was left fanning himself and blushing. 

You felt that excitement deep within you; it was time to see why Mammon was the second demon lord of Devildom. You continued to think about what was going to happen as you collected your white cardigan, a small sling, DDD... Excitement, arousal, slight fear bubbling in your core when a knock on your door startled you. You recognised the voice as Satan’s. He didn't come in he just spoke though the door. 

“M/C we are all ready so we will wait for you by the front door. Please hurry Asmo is insufferable!” 

You giggled at that and after having a quick glass of water and reapplying your chapstick you were good to go. You made your way down the stairs and though your eyes remained on the stairs in front so you didn't fall, you felt the eyes of the boys follow you as you made your way down. 

Lucifer had been the first to see you walk down, one arm on the banister the other holding your cardigan. Lucifer instantly covered his mouth with his gloved hand as your entire body came into view his cheeks burning red. His eyes ran up your legs that seemed so long in this outfit despite you having a short stature. Your skirt riding up as you walked; all he wanted was to run his bare hands along those curves. His eyes took in the gold highlights along your hands then running up to see the hints of your cleavage that deepened when you moved a certain way. Your neck being wrapped with that choker and finally your angelic face that held an innocent smile and a light blush. It was your eyes though that made it hard for Lucifer to remain composed, those eyes knew exactly what they were doing to him and the others by the looks of it. Instead he lightly coughed before offering you his signature smirk. Taking your hand in his and pulling you slightly closer to press a light kiss to your forehead. 

“You look absolutely radiant M/C.

You blushed in return before leaning up and kissing his cheek as well. (He had to bend down)

“Thank you lucifer… You don't look so bad yourself.”

Lucifer was feeling many things in that minute but the biggest feeling he could pin point was hurt pride as he looked at you being surrounded by his brothers. The boys always seemed elated whenever you wore one of their colours; it was a sign of dominance over the others; you had picked them over the others and tonight you most certainly had. Lucifer’s pride was hurt that you had picked Mammon over him; his pride was hurt over the fact that tonight when people looked at you even if you weren't on any of their arms even if you weren't next to them everyone would know who you belonged to just with those colours. 

The other brothers were not faring any better. Levi had never in his life felt this much envy for anything or anyone before. He so desperately wanted to complain about the injustice that was occurring with the clothes you had worn. Not just because now no one else in the club would compare but because you were clearly stamped as Mammon’s with the colours you wore. Satan felt every fibre of his being screaming to throw you over his shoulder and show you just what that outfit was doing to him but again the colours screamed whose you were. Asmo was the most perfect being there ever was but there was no competition in his mind as to who came second; You. He took your hand and spun you around making you give them all a full view of what they all could only look at as he giggled along with you. 

“Oh my M/C! Don't you just look so cute!! You're an absolute doll love and you're going to be turning some heads today aren't ya? I mean obviously not as many as me but still!” 

You blushed with all the compliments Asmo was throwing your way, but you leaned in and kissed his cheek. 

“Thanks Asmo though as always no one can compare to you!” 

“Oh I love you M/C! Can we keep her forever?” 

Everyone shared a chuckle over that though Beel was too busy running his eyes up and down your body. God you were a full meal and he would like nothing more than to sit and eat you forever, instead he gave you his signature adorable smile.

“It looks like someone is going to have fun… I am glad!”

“Awww Beel we all will!” 

You giggled and tilted your head slightly giving him the smile you usually reserved for Beel. He looked away just so he didn't eat you whole right then and there. Belphie had had enough time to get over his shock but not enough time to pick his jaw off the floor as you came and pinched his cheek. 

“You like it Belph?” 

“Yeah… You look nice!” 

Is all Belphie could manage as he blushed bright red looking at anything but you. As sweet as all the boys were being you still didn't feel good cause you didn't see the one person you did all of this for; Mammon. You voiced your confusion. 

“Where’s Mammon?”

“I sent him ahead so he could check everything was in order” 

Lucifer mentioned behind you as he placed one hand on the small of your back leading you outside, he used the other to open the door while the other boys bickered over who would walk next to you and hold your hand just incase you fell. You felt a small disappointing tug but did your best to cover it with a smile as you all started to head out; you wanted to see Mammon. The bickering put a smile on your face that only actually reached your eyes when you saw Solomon and the Angels waiting outside by the gate. They were still talking when they turned around to greet you, though Solomon could not seem to form words as he looked at you. 

Simeon laughed under his breath though even he had to admit that despite the natural beauty you seemed to hold all the time you were practically glowing like an angel as they saw you all walk out. 

You were tucked into Lucifer’s side his cloak partially covering your own shoulders. He had noticed your shivering the minute you stepped out despite the cardigan. Usually the weather of Devildom was fine but you were usually in your uniform, the heavy and bulky clothing was fine, this was different. Lucifer did not in anyway mind, he hoped that tonights excursion may help you remember some of the earlier feelings you had for him. You on the other hand wished Mammon was here. He would complain so much while shrugging his own jacket off and would then force you to wear it. The thought made you smile brighter.

Solomon quickly pulled himself together as you held your arms out to hug him while Simeon greeted the others. You felt the warmth Solomon was emanating as he wrapped his arms around you, his lips lightly pressing to your cheek. You returned the favour before stepping away, though his touch still seemed to linger. 

“Excited?” You asked

“Certainly! Even more so now that i've seen you… However I did have to ask what music have you told Lucifer about?” 

His compliment made you blush but you quickly answered. 

“Oh you'll see soon enough! You will save at least one dance for me right? … though it might be difficult with all the girls who will fawn over you” 

You giggled at that. Solomon was quite popular among the ladies as much as he didn’t want to admit it and since some of your friends from RAD were joining you knew he would have his hands full. He blushed at that. 

“It’s human music M/C! All the dances will be saved for you! Let’s show these demons what it means to dance and party in the human realm huh?”

“I can’t wait!”  

After laughing it of you turned towards Simeon, his radiant and calm smile put my nerves at peace though I could only assume he would not approve of what I was doing here. 

“Ah M/C you look absolutely beautiful as ever!” 

“Aww Simeon you're too generous!”

“Not at all lamb especially when the comments are warranted. Wouldn't you agree Lucifer?”

“Absolutely Simeon! I would go as far to say as its still not enough”

You hid your face in your hands as the both of them laughed. Your poor heart could not take so many compliments. At the same time they were background noise for you because the main persons reaction you were waiting for was still not given. 

You all started walking towards the club as it wasn’t a long walk. You, Solomon, Beel and Belphie were walking together, though he conversation was light and playful you could see the way Solomon kept looking your way with a gentle smile. For a minute guilt tugged at your heart when you met his grey eyes. They seemed so soft and warm as he blushed at looked away. Was it right to toy with his feeling like so? But at the same time he had made it very clear last time that he wasn't looking for a relationship… You were. As much as you were playing a fiery game with Mammon you knew that he would stick around despite the circumstances of where you both were from. 

You tried not to sit on these thoughts as you walked instead looking at Beel who had snuck some food into his pockets and was slowly eating it hoping Lucifer doesn't catch him. You laughed along with the others and as you walked you also let yourself enjoy the night for what it was meant to be. A party with your friends! 

As you guys reached the entrance of the club a familiar figure came into view. His white hair stood out in the darkness, the signature yellow jacket he always wore slightly rumpled but somehow still made him look good. Your heart skipped a beat as Mammon started coming into view. You suddenly felt shy… this was stupid, why would he like your outfit? Maybe he wouldn't even notice you wore his colours... you felt your heart drop at the thought; you really needed some liquor. Your feet slowed down so you were at the back of the group with Levi who started to tell you about his game. 

You heard Mammon start to talk as he still hasn't seen you but when you heard him say your name you felt heart quiver and you regained some of your confidence. 

“What took ya guys so long huh? I've been waiting here for ya forever, they said unless all of us came together they wouldn't let me in so i didn't check nothing So i don't know if they have done shit… Where’s M/C by the way? I don't see her nowhere!” 

You smiled at the fact that the first thing he thought about was you and where you were. Your confidence was returning though you still felt timid so you lingered back. Lucifer went to talk to the demon in the front whereas you were pushed to the front by the others. You immediately blushed and tucked your hair behind your ear as Mammon finally laid his eyes on you. 

“M/C! Whats all that bout huh? Hidi– M/C…” 

Mammon’s brain went blank as he finally looked at you, the words dying on his lips. He even felt his mouth fall open slightly. You looked absolutely beautiful… His eyes roamed over the clothes that he did think were too short and low cut for his liking but right now his brain had not caught up with his body and he could not say anything as he continued to drink you in. The black skirt and yellow top with the touches of white across your entire body were doing things to him… well actually were making him want to do things to you. The gold highlights and touches that sparkled when some light hit them, the white straps of your bra… Fuck him!! His eyes took a full minute just drinking what you wore, not that you weren't beautiful in day to day life but for everyone this was the first time you had dressed up. If you did this everyday the boys would not be able to cope completely.

He finally let his eyes wander to your face.Your skin seemed to sparkle under the dim lights coming from the club. Lucifer had called out to everyone and while the group made their way Mammon continued to look at you. The smile you gave him had him weak in the knees but it was your eyes that had him dying. They reflected the purple lights of the club but honestly they seemed to be glowing with a light of their own. Mammon had never in his life seen something sparkle like this and he wanted nothing more than to look into them forever. But he also saw a gleam of mischief under that innocence, a mischief that looked like it would be big trouble for him… Maybe not in the way he was with Lucifer but something quite similar. 

“M/C... I... You look–” 

Mammon stumbled over his words actually he didn't have any… nothing in his vocabulary could aptly capture your image.

“Mammon, M/C You guys needed to hurry up!” 

Mammon was startled out of his stupor by Asmo’s perturbed voice as you hid a small giggle behind your hand. You then looked at Mammon and smirked before starting to walk up. Mammon shook himself and hurried up after you. You both followed in behind Belphie who turned back to make sure you were there. Belphie grabbed your hand while being pulled in by all the people and you in turn grabbed Mammon’s. You felt the warmth emanating from his palm as he stumbled over his words.

“M/C whaddya doing? Oh... “ 

The sheer amount of people at the front showed him why you grabbed his hand. The small size of your palm compared to his made his stomach jump for some reason as you squeezed. As you finally passed the bustling entrance you could already feel the eyes of many demons wandering up and down your body. You felt a bit nervous noticing the cocky smirk some fo them threw your way and so did some of the others mainly Mammon. He watched how demons were looking at not just a human but a beautiful one at that. Mammon’s body bristled behind you as he squeezed your hand tighter. You lost focus though as familiar faces came into view and you heard your own name over all the chatter.

You saw the excited faces of some of your friends from RAD and slipping out of Belphie and Mammon’s grip you went up to greet them. Their excitement rubbing of on you and plus you wanted to give Mammon some space, a teasing glance here and there but otherwise you wanted him to come to you. So throwing a smile to the boys you urged them to go to the tables Diavolo had booked. Mammon growled under his breath as he saw your friends surround you. He didn't like the way they seemed so over friendly, throwing arms around your shoulder, some around your waist… It didn't matter if there were guys or girls. You were Mammons. The thought made him blush and so he hurried after his brothers. 

After exchanging pleasantries and even catching one or two of the girls you were closer to up on the plan you had placed, you made your way to the boothes where all the boys seemed to be sitting and talking. Yes thats exactly why you come to a club, to sit and and talk you thought to yourself. 

You reached the tables with a smile still present on your face. You turned to Diavolo who despite his usual poise looked amazing. His tan skin seemed to glow with excitement and he held his signature adorable smile, you never could take this man seriously when he smiled like that but you could also read the amusement on his face and you were sure it had something to do with making the brothers squirm. As nervous as that made you you still took his hand that he had held out to you. Lifting your hand up to his lips he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles before spinning you around. You laughed at that and twirled for him. 

“M/C you are beautiful on any given day but you seemed to have transcended even that my dear you look absolutely gorgeous!” 

“Oh god Diavolo! You flatter me but thats definitely not true” 

You responded with a laugh thankful for the dim lighting of the club so the blush was not visible. None of the boys were having that though as they all chimed in with how beautiful you were. You tried to hid your face in your hands as Diavolo laughed at your expression. He then got up and pulled you in for a hug. 

“No need to be modest dear, it’s the first thing the boys mentioned at seeing me.” 

Diavolo whispered into your ear. You pulled away from the hug with a simple thank you before starting to take your jacket and bag off which Lucifer handed to someone who waiting on hand. It occurred to you looking at the tables that there wasn't anywhere for you to sit. Before the boys could jump and offer you their own seats an idea popped into your head and though you hadn't planned on making it so obvious you thought it wouldn't hurt and might move things along faster so instead of taking the boys up on their offer you moved Solomon’s hand and then as gracefully as you could manage you sat in his lap. The conversation between the group died at that. You peaked a glance at Mammon’s face and it took all your self control not to burst out laughing at that image. His face had turned bright red, you could see his sharp teeth poking out as he lowly growled. Though drowned out by the noise surrounding you it still made the hairs on your neck stand up and the excitement for what was about to come once again burned in your stomach. You looked around at all their faces innocently and then turning back you looked at Solomon’s Red and choked expression. 

“I was problem solving though if you don't wan–”

Before you could finish the sentence Solomon had placed one hand of his on you hip the other on your waist. His confident and know-it-all grin returned as the colour of his eyes became darker. 

“Not at all M/C,” 

Solomon said this out loud for the others to listen to. Though the boys did not like the sight of you sitting in his lap and be all cozied up with him it doesn't seem like they have a choice. However there was one boy who was not going to take this sitting back. 

“No, No, No, NO, NO, NO, NO – absolutely not M/C! Get up! Get up! Get up nowwww… If yer gonna sit in someone’s lap its gonna be mine. I am yer first man ya know that!!” 

Before much else could be said by anyone, you were pulled from Solomon’s lap into Mammon’s as he grumbled and mumbled under his breath,

“Stupid human, going and getting me all bothered for no reason when she’s ma human and knows that…” 

The mumbling continued as Mammon firmly wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder. Again it took all of your self control not to audibly awwwww at the big baby, instead you gave Solomon an apologetic smile as he returned yours with his own before leaning back against Mammon and getting comfortable. 

Conversation resumed as someone passed you a drink. Despite Mammon sulking for a bit it was a fun time as you all laughed and joked about everything. Sometimes some of the boys would get up to get drinks again or would be on the dance floor though the more everyone drank the more the latter seemed preferable. You had had a couple of drinks so far and though you were drunk you could feel the light buzz as you had sat in Mammon’s lap. He himself also seemed to be more relaxed after the liquor. What you were waiting for was your music which so far had not made itself known. As nice as the Devildom music was all you could do was bop your head along with it, its not something you knew how to dance to. You remembered when you had finally got your actual phone and could listen to your own music and the way you danced. It was even liked by your friends so much so that you had taught them as well to dance. 

The idle chatter continued when you finally heard the first few notes of your favourite song to dance to… at least the specific dance you had in mind. Your eyes met Solomon’s across the table and the smirk he had is all you needed. He got up for his seat and walking to you he held his hand out. Your excitement was now taking over every fibre of your being you took his hand and Solomon easily pulled you out of your seat. You threw Mammon a wink over your shoulder as he fumbled in his seat. 

Mammon so desperately wanted to pull you back in his arms and he would have if it wasn’t for that stupid excited smile on your face, You seemed so happy to dance to the song that he didn’t have the heart to stop you. At the same time he didn't know the beat of the song and was worried he wouldn't be able to keep up. He resigned himself to just sitting and sipping his drink, letting his anger fester. His anger at the way Solomon and you had been interacting had been slowly growing and he already felt a bit out of control with his emotions after all the liquor and so to do this as not the best decision but what else could he do. He had remained uncharacteristically quiet throughout and that was because he had figured out what you had been up to this entire evening. Yes it had taken him time but as he thought about the colour of your clothes, the way you left teasing touches across his arms and face or the way you lingered on him but then turned your attention to the others; you wanted to make him jealous and as much as he hated it he also wanted to see how far would you go… would you able to push him into losing control like he was sure you would or would he be able to keep his cool?

The dance floor was starting to empty as people didn't know the song though your friends and some of the brothers remained. You smiled at them as Solomon finally turned you around and then pulled you into his body. His one leg spread yours as you both started to move you hips in time with each other. His hands came to wrap around your waist as he placed his head in the crook of your neck where he left the lightest of kisses. Your own head was resting on his shoulder as you looked at Mammon with half lidded eyes, a smirk on your features. You then rested your hands on Solomons as he caressed your body before the song picked up tempo and so did you. 

You both danced in time to the beat, you would pull away only for Solomon to spin you right back into his arms. You hair flying around you as you twirled into his arms this time being face to face. You wrapped one arm around his neck as you moved your ass from side to side giving Mammon a good view of what he was missing. You pulled away from Solomon as you both first moved away from each other and then walked back towards each other. You felt Mammon’s eyes as well as everybody else is as you continued to dance; seems like you were putting on a show as you flipped your hair to one side. Your eyes remained on Mammon, and when you saw a crack appear in the glass he was holding you knew you were hitting on something. 

Mammon was dying, he was hanging onto his sanity by a very small fucking thread as he watched Solomon touch and feel what was and is only his; his fucking human. Mammon could feel the grip on his glass strengthen but could not care less as his eyes remained on the sway of your hips as you moved them against Solomon’s. He wasn't just mad that you were doing this with someone else but that people were watching; he saw the way Beel’s eyes ran over the curve of your ass and chest as if eating you up in his mind; Mammon saw the way Lucifer’s eyes ran up your legs and thighs undressing you just like that; Satan was watching your face and the expressions you made only imagining the ways in which your face would contort in the bedroom. Mammon was very quickly loosing the thin thread of patience that usually for him was no problem. The liquor in no way helping. Solomons hands were now drifting further as he became more daring but when he placed them on your ass as he pulled you into him, his teeth dragging you bra strap so it fell of your shoulder... Mammon lost it! Mammon snapped and god forbid anyone stood in his way as he got up.

You licked your lips as your turned your back to him. Solomon was quick on his feet as he pulled you close again, Your back to him he interlocked your fingers and wrapped both your arms around you as he led you to sway the way he wanted to. He then took you one arm and twirled you to face him. He grabbed one side of your waist pulling it into his as again his knee came to be between your legs. You swayed your ass as you threw your head back. However you straightened up when you felt Solomon grab your ass and pull you into him, his teeth dragging your bra strap down. 

Before you could pull away to tell him that was a step too far the shattering of glass was heard. You looked to see a blur of yellow, white and brown as Mammon appeared between you and the other white haired boy. Just from Mammon’s tense back you could tell that this was not going to end well but you didn't think he would do anything violent… I mean he wasn't his brothers… You exclaimed his name loudly when he shoved Solomon away from you. Solomon stumbled back shocked but before he or anyone could say or do anything you felt your world turn upside down as Mammon threw you over his shoulder… 

Oh boii! 

You heard the shouts of some of the other brothers, namely Lucifers as he told Mammon to calm down… It obviously did not work. You tried to get Mammon to at least put you down as you started to shout his name and beat at his back.

You realised that maybe… just maybe this was going to be dangerous but you felt the excitement and arousal finally properly unfurl in your core as you felt your body becoming hot. Mammon was already half way out the entrance by the time the brothers were out of their seats none of them a match for his speed. When the demons at the front blocked him all he had to do was growl out ‘Move’ and he was already out the club as the other brothers called out for him to calm down. You could hear Diavolo’s laugh as he told Lucifer to let it go. You were now getting dizzy as you tried to get Mammon to put you down. You were happy you succeeded in your overall mission of seeing him snap but your head was starting to spin. The feeling of his warm and large hands on your thighs kept you somewhat grounded but still. You beat at Mammon’s back,

“Mammon let me down now!!! Mammon… come on, let me down this is ridiculous you cant walk all the way back like this!” 

A resounding smack was heard in the empty streets of Devildom as you registered the stinging sensation to your ass. The very one Mammon was going crazy over as he made his way quickly through the streets of Devildom. You tried again to get him to let you down but you yelped out as you felt two more, one on the other cheek and the next right in the middle. Despite your skirt you felt the heat of his palm as he then slowly caressed your ass. He waited a minute before once again smacking your sensitive behind. You yelped out at both the pain from the slap and arousal that grew in your stomach. 

Fuck. 

You gripped the back of Mammon’s jacket as his steps grew faster and more hurried. Occasionally he would smack you ass before gently rubbing it the feeling making heat pool at your core. Fuck fuck fuck. Your surroundings were becoming familiar as you heard the gate for the dorm open up. It finally sunk in what was going to happen now as you gulped. Mammon pushed the door open with his other shoulder and booked it up the steps to his room. Mammon again rubbed your ass, his hand slipping under the skirt and pushing it up… it wasn't like anyone would catch them. The moan you let out caused him to chuckle, he couldn't wait to pull more sounds out of you. When his hand came in contact with the bare skin of your cheeks he felt himself harden more if that was possible.

He opened the door kicking it closed behind him. You didn't get long to enjoy the steadiness of the ground or the stability as he let you slide down before Mammon gripped your face with one hand and roughly pressed his lips to yours. There was a harshness to his actions that you hadn't felt before and it was new and exciting as his tongue met with yours. They danced for dominance before he won. Your hands wrapped around his neck as he pulled one of your legs up around his waist the other around your waist. You felt his hard on pressed right into your pussy and the feeling made you quake, your legs shivering. Fuck!

You moaned into his mouth as he slapped your ass again before you pulled away to breathe. He continued down your neck and you groaned in pain and pleasure as your hands ran up into his hair tugging at it causing him to growl out as he pressed your back into the door. He bit more harshly into your neck definitely leaving marks, the thought was enough to cause wetness to pool in your panties. He finally pulled away and forced you to look into his eyes, you felt shy but the look in his eyes made you shudder. It was so intense, primal and possessive. You opened your mouth to say something,

“A single word out of yer mouth and i swear ill spank that ass raw M/C.”

To emphasise his point he squeezed your ass in one hand his lips going back to your neck as he continued, 

“That was a really dangerous fucking game ya played there M/C ya know that? And why? all to make me jealous huh? All to see me lose control or didya like it huh? Didya  like the way they all looked at ya, the way they all looked at whats mine huh? Didya like the eyes that followed ya or was it all to piss me off?”

His words along with his wandering hands made you wet and you could feel it in your panties as you moaned. One hand trailed up to grip one of your breasts the other slapping your ass as encouragement to respond,

“Wanted… wanted to make you jealous” 

you groaned out, scratching at his back when he found a particularly sensitive spot,

“Ha why? So ya could see why they call me the second demon lord huh? Is that it? Ya wanted to make me snap huh? Well baby two can play at that game. Now I am not letting you out of this room until every fucking hole of yours is dripping with our cum and every inch of your body is covered in marks made by me… Time to show ya what you want.” 

Ooooof that was long but anyway hope you guys like it!! keep an eye out for the next part and if you like this please share/ like and follow :)

Masterlist

[faerune]

W I X O N for Tess and her dummy 😌

thank you queen have some clownery 😌

W = Wild Card

I have not stopped thinking about Tess on a whim picking up lingerie when she’s out on a run for like days now. She spends the whole ride back home thinking about how frivolous and also weirdly a little hesitant to try smth? But she puts on her big girl panties (haha literally) and Daryl goes...nuts. The idea of her picking that out to wear for him and only him getting to see it and undress her makes the caveman part of his brain go OUGH.

I = Intimacy 

They’re two people that with sex there’s always some kind of intimacy. Especially Daryl since he’s such a physical person when he’s comfortable with someone and Tess makes him feel so incredibly safe (and vice versa). They’re two people who love super strongly and haven’t really had...anywhere to put it or anywhere to express it healthily for a long time. Just the act of like...being that vulnerable with each other intensifies the emotions every time they have sex by ten fold. Even if they’re soft and giggly and it isn’t serious, there’s always an undertone of like...you’re the only person who gets to see me like this and I love you so much. They deserve to be a little sappy and cheesy okay! Also, yes they make love sometimes according to Tess when she needs that emotion and closeness. Which usually makes Daryl cringe at any other time but when Tess is looking at him with those pretty brown eyes and tugging him to their bedroom he makes an exception because she’s kinda right.

X = X-Ray 

UHH...for Tess (ph*t p**** queen) she’s usually Au Naturale which Daryl loves which is ironic because all of his experiences with sex were very influenced by porn and his stupid brother and all of these super toxic attitudes about what sex is. But most of said experiences were...awful and impersonal and made him feel like shit so he likes how just...real and emotional and beautiful she looks just Being Her without any stupid, awkward perfomativeness (pretty sure this is not a word but <3 you get me) to it like people he’s been with before. It makes her smell nice keeping it unshaved sooooo...

As for Daryl, he’s also...not a manscaper LMAO far from it...Tess doesn’t mind though. Uh...as for what he’s packing I don’t...look at him and think oh my god I know his dick is big I know it is (contrary to what every other person who writes him thinks). I just think he’s pretty thick but a little below average with a nice curve which makes Tess very happy.

O = Oral 

Daryl prefers giving more than receiving. He loves giving oral...so much and he’s damn good at it too because he’s not like...fussy about it and eats Tess out like she’s his last meal. Super messy too. There have been quite a few times where he’s finished himself off with his hand or rubbing himself against the bed while he eats her out.

 He’s got weird qualms about receiving due to past traumas and not wanting...Tess to feel like she has to do it? She’s very insistent that she very much wants to but never pushes it obviously. 

Tess has never really been with someone who enjoys giving that much (lmao both emotionally and in bed) so they kind of war a little bit on like...who takes care of who in a weird way? She eventually chills the fuck out and enjoys the ride though because Daryl so clearly enjoys it.

N = NO

They are...not kinky people and there are a lot of boundaries that they don’t mess with. Daryl has past sexual trauma and it takes awhile for him to even admit that to Tess? But she’s good at reading people and thankfully when Daryl like...gets even a little uncomfortable she stops and checks in. She really is like...his first long term relationship that has had a healthy sex life like that and it lets him open up a lot more. Tess has some trauma from being captures ~S4. Not sexual trauma but just...she doesn’t like being tied up/feeling like she’s trapped etc. 

Basically - no degradation (Daryl would lean into it too much and would let it feed into his bad self-worth and bad feelings towards sex), no hitting (even spanking, Tess wouldn’t mind it once in awhile but Daryl feels weird about it), no getting tied up (either of them) and no like...super weird stuff.

[thepitforao3]

Ladybug & Chat Noir

and also adrien and marinette and adrien and ladybug and marinette and chat

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The Ladybugs and The Bees

growing up n stuff

Satisfaction Brought it Back

BDSM idek kinda bonkers for a kids show but i’m down

In Heat

one year anniversary of changing into their superheroes comes a month-long heat

Of Soulmates

My Sweetest Princess

marinette gets assaulted and adrien supports and then falls in looove

Overdose

marinette gives adrien a love potion

Unexpected Surprise

marinette has cat noir’s baby and adrien comes back after 5 years for alya and ninos wedding

I Want That Can’t-Sleep Love!

They each do ASMR and then meet in real life.

Phone Call History

after oblivio (not finished)

Practice Makes Purr-fect

so so so cute, marinette wants to practice confessing her love

lucky (we’re in love in every way)

so cute! adrien accidentally reveals himself and marinette sets out to reveal herself to him

holding hands and stuff

marinette and chat noirrrrr

Right Now and Always

marinette and adrien have a sleepover in the old base (ahhhh the most incredibly confession ever)

Lipstick

AHHH adrien is doing a little photoshoot that needs some lipstick marks all over and marinette is there to help

Operation Mega Sleepover

so adorable, just a sleepover with adrien and marinette

Velvet Soft

little chat blanc and marinette action

Under Lock and Key

Marinette and Adrien get handcuffed together for two days.

Topped with a Bow

little lingerie show (from both lmao)

A Fanfiction to Remember

adrien is caught reading some ladynoir fanfic

Landslide

marinette gets muddy and cat noir ahahhaha likes

Into the Canyon

marinette comes back after summer looking a little different

Across the Planes

legit just ladybug gawking over chat during a battle

Making Up For Lost Time

weeks after revealing, marinette comes by adrien’s to drop off something for a project

History Lessons

chat helps marinette with some history studying

Tell Me What You Want

AhhhhhhHHHH dirty talk competition

soupçon

little argument over how cat noir and ladybug are in bed

one step at a time

Marinette and Adrien taking it slow

two and two

SO cute and emotional. adrien figures out that marinette is ladybug

The Dome

stuck in a pitch black dome until they have sex ahhhh marichat

Friendly Touching

adrien and marinette start watching porn together

Crevasse

cat noir and adrien threesome with marinette hahahaha

I (Don’t) Always Have Eyes For You

adrien accidentally moans mari’s name during sex with kagami

Sommeil

chat comes over to mari’s to get some help sleeping (legit so cute and great and emotions)

tongues of mortals and angels

chat and mari decide to help each other out since their crushes don’t like them back (SOOOOO GOOD)

A Harmless Proposal

chat and ladybug have a nice little talk about their awful dates and then decide they can fix each other’s bad experiences

Blind

ayyyyy blindfolded first time and then a nice emotional reveal

If You Talk With Your Hands

gotta blend in by making out in a closet lmao (there are a lot of other short pg one shots from this author but I didn’t feel like putting more on this haha)

Tell Me What You Want So We Can Do Just What You Like

mwahahah ABO little heat moment

Magical Connection

PFFFT magic dildo, this one is wild

Skin tight

marichatttttt desperate marinette

You’d Be Oh So Nice To Come Home To

marinette gets a haircut and adrien gets glasses

A Rose By Any Other Name

ahahahhahah they each call each other their superhero counterparts names in bed

Summer In The City

ladybug and chat have a thing and then adrien starts having feeling for marinette

Puppeteer

bunch of marichat kissing scenarios

Journey’s End in Lovers’ Meeting

CUTE little reveal

Frigid Kitty

chat starts to freeze, cuddling ensues

Petite Amie, Marinette

drunk chat turns to drunk adrien turns to fluff

Peeping Tom Cat

marinette gets hurt, fluff

don’t ask questions you don’t wanna know

adrien asks marinette to be his girlfriend in order to be just her friend, really cute

A Miraculous Reveal

series of reveal/confession one shots, all soooooo cute

[some-kindofgnome]

Mi amor, you and Kaachan tree emoji! Love you - 🦵 💗

ldkafjdlkafjdl;kjfal;dkjfalkdjf 🦵anon, you know I could talk about this all night 😭thank you for allowing me to indulge, this is long and sooooo squishy

katsuki doesn’t get to sleep in very often. so when he can, he does. christmas morning we’re both sleeping well into the morning. and even when we wake up there will be a lot of quiet spooning and maybe a little soft sex before coffee. 

I think I would get up first and put the coffee on. go downstairs in my oversized hoodie and not much else. he’d come down not long after though and we’re just fuckin’ soft with each other. we don’t get that many long, peaceful mornings together so there’s lots of pauses to snuggle, little head kisses and stuff. 

this christmas would also probably be the first christmas we actually spend in our own home, since every year before this we’d be alternating between his folks and mine! covid would keep us at home this year, which would be bittersweet, but- at least we’ve got one another. 

covid would also mean that we’ve both been picking up some new hobbies- i think constantly about the crafty sort of hobbies Katsuki might pick up with a little more time at home. i feel like he’d get into carpentry perhaps, going out to the shed in the backyard and sanding and chopping and carving away with that sharp mind and those strong hands 💖 

and for christmas he’d build something for me- maybe a new set of bookshelves for my office or a beautiful live edge coffee table, but either way it’s homemade and I’m going to sob like a fucking baby when he finally shows me. 

I would definitely make him something homemade in return- I’ve considered a wool coat, with fabric that I picked painstakingly one fall afternoon and have been cutting, sewing, and tailoring for months. it’ll be lined in silk and if it fits well I’ll also probably cry when he tries it on.

since we’re not seeing our families, we’d take a long walk around the neighbourhood in the afternoon, taking long breaths and blowing out the condensation. we’d have a little bevvie on the back porch, then go back inside to get ready for supper. 

katsuki’s cooking, and he’s going to make something fantastic. he probably picked up some really good steaks that have been waiting in the freezer for this occasion precisely. and he’s going to cook & season them to perfection. then we’ll have cheesecake (made by me!) for dessert 💖  

i think that not seeing my family would take a little toll on me. we’d be a little softer with each other today than usual. and I would sigh succumb to his early bedtime all too eagerly this time around. but not before thanking him properly for his gift with some drapey silk lingerie that I also made for myself in secret 😉

I’m dreaming of a soft Christmas ☃️

[mcwriting]

London boy

Hi guys! I’m back with a lil quarantine pick me up! It’s been sooooo long so it felt good to write again. I’m almost done with this semester so I’m hoping I can do more writing soon. All this being said, make sure to check my note at the end about a possible part 2 and let me know what you think! Love y’all!

*Also PSA I’ve never been to London unless Heathrow airport counts so I tried to do my best research but sorry if things are wrong*

Fandom: Tom Holland

Ship: Tom Holland x y/n

Setting: Begins in Nashville, TN but mostly takes place in London

Word Count: 2299 (whew)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption? I can’t think of any others. It’s mostly fluff

Rating: Like a K or something

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You were hanging out on Broadway St.

No, not the one in New York. The one in Nashville, Tennessee.

It was a place filled with great live music, dancing all night long, and lots and lots of alcohol. 

You and some friends had gone out to a particular bar that another friend’s band was playing at, all dressed up in ripped up jean shorts, riding boots, and a cute cowboy hat.

As you all waited for them to get on stage, you ordered a round to loosen up a bit, you getting some Jack Daniels on the rocks.

That local flavor would forever be your first choice, especially compared to the tequila shots some of the girls chose instead.

$

Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, and some of their buddies strolled down Broadway, too.

Tom’s newest project was set in the city and a long day of filming called for letting loose for the night and getting to know a little bit more of Nash culture.

They came upon one place where a band was playing a Bruce Springsteen song, so they headed in, beelining to the bar. 

As they waited for their own drinks, Tom turned his head to look around when he caught a glance of you, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. 

You were coolly half sitting-half leaning on a barstool, sipping your drink as you soaked in the music. Your friend’s band always sounded great, but you decided to scan the room to see how other people were reacting. 

You turned your head, the big curls in your hair flipping over your shoulder. As you looked straight down the bar you caught eyes with a brunette man laughing with his friends, face going slack as he stared back at you. 

You looked him up and down, not taking much time to study his face, then smiled and turned back to the band. 

Please come over here you thought, trying to not look again.

Tom turned to his group.

“Do you see that girl? That’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen!”

“Well then go on you div, make a conversation,” Harrison said as the others gassed Tom up, too.

The guys pushed him around a bit as he bounced up and down on his toes, trying to hype himself up.

A few moments later you saw a male figure approach from the corner of your eye. You had planned to flirt with him, but the second you turned to say something, you froze.

It was Tom. Holland.

You both stared at each other silently for a second, both surprised, until finally he spoke up, his accent clearly British among the southern Nashville drawls around you.

“Sorry to bother you, but I saw you across the bar and couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, and it took a moment before you found words to reply.

“I- thank you. You’re Tom Holland, right?” you asked incredulously.

It was his turn to blush and look at the ground. He nodded his head, a cute smile lighting up his face.

“That’s me. Now would you mind the honor of teaching me how to dance like the tennesseans?”

It took no thought to take his hand and tear up the dance floor that night.

$

It had been almost 3 years since you’d met Tom that in Nash. A night of dancing and drinking had led to you going back to his hotel that night. 

Nothing had actually happened between you though, because you were both too drunk and sleepy to do anything but crash on top the bed.

It had, however, sparked the beginnings of an amazing romance, where in the present, you were strolling down Camden Market looking at art, clothing, and jewelry as you tried to decide where to grab food.

Hands held tightly together, you both decided to stop for a moment to look over the canal, but you instead focused your attention onto his face that glowed in the sunlight.

He turned to you and did the same, both of you grinning like kids when your eyes met. 

“Oh how I love that American smile of yours,” he breathed.

“I fancy you too, darling,” you returned, heart full. 

$

On your first trip to London, he’d taken you to Highgate, where some of his childhood friends lived. Of course you already knew Harrison, Tuwaine, and Tom’s brothers (considering most of them had been there the night you met), but you’d been nervous to make a good impression.

It wasn’t long until you were jumping into their conversation and joking too, as if you’d all been friends for years.

You and Tom had only been dating about 6 months by this point, and had somehow kept the relationship secret from the public, so it felt nice to be introduced as his girlfriend.

You’d gone into the kitchen to refresh your drink when Harrison followed behind. 

“You really love him, don’t you?” he asked out of nowhere, “at least, that’s what we all think.”

You paused to think.

I guess the rumors are true...

$

Another trip about a year into the relationship and you’d learned to love high tea, listening to stories from Tom’s days in acting and carpentry schools, and the West End.

It was hard to believe every time you went to a show that in days past, Tom had been on that stage, too. 

You’d also spent time at the pubs with him and the boys, sometimes watching rugby, other times playing pub quizzes. 

There were also times that you went out dancing. It was a whole different world from line dances and country music, but over time it felt just as natural.

$

In the present, your time around the market had been ended early as clouds darkened and turned to gloomy rain. 

It didn’t really bother you though, because as the cab took you through the city, you saw the lights glow and illuminate the glistening buildings you’d come to love.  

“I’m sorry we had to cut the day short, love,” Tom whispered, squeezing your hand with his. 

“Are you kidding?” you beamed, “I’ve had so much fun today! We got to explore the heart of the city, go shopping at the market, and eat great food. Plus, now we can go with everyone to that teahouse I love. What more could a girl ask for?” 

“God, I love you,” he grinned as you leaned on his shoulder to look back out the window, distracting yourself for the long ride back to his house.

$

About a year and a half of dating, and you’d come to visit Tom while he was filming a movie at the Warner Bros. studio in Watford. 

Since he was filming up north, you chose to rent a hotel in the heart of the city so Tom could stay closer to work (and therefore have more time with you).

Most of the nights he could, you’d go club in Brixton. Afternoons off were spent in Shoreditch trying restaurants and looking at art. You also got to see his buddies from Highgate again, joking and having fun just as before.

By now, your relationship was public and of course the paparazzi was often trying to photograph you, but you didn’t really mind it. It was nice getting to show the world just how in love you were with this boy.

$

For your two year anniversary, Tom had flown you out to the city for a romantic getaway, where instead of staying at his house like usual, he paid to have you stay in a royal suite at a 5 star hotel in the heart of London, overlooking the river. 

You spent the trip mostly to yourselves, not going out to the pubs at night like usual, instead choosing to have private dinners or go to nice restaurants. 

He took you shopping around Bond St, showering you with expensive things that you of course didn’t need (and had to buy a second suitcase to haul), but the gesture alone was the nicest thing a boyfriend had done for you.

Of course, you also visited with his family and had a nice time with all of them, but spending private time with Tom was the best of all.

The place you stayed made you feel like a queen (it was royal after all), and it fit the way he could never help but call you his Tennessee queen.

The lingerie he’d gotten you also came in handy, because when you emerged from the bathroom wearing only that, he would say in a husky voice, 

“Babe, don’t threaten me with a good time,” before you’d do exactly that.

$

In the present, you were back at Tom’s place, preparing for dinner with his family when he called you to the backyard.

The rain had let up, leaving a lovely sunset sky, which is what you were expecting him to talk about once you came to the back porch.

“Wow, that’s pretty,” you stated, snapping your hoop earring shut to complete your look for the night. 

Tom had said it would be a nice dinner, so you’d put on the soft pink dress he had bought earlier that day the second you said you loved it and some matching heels. You had also spent time curling your hair and doing some makeup, wanting to look and feel good.

“You look more beautiful than a thousand sunsets,” he whispered back, causing you to blush as pink as your dress. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“What did you call me out here for? Shouldn’t we head out soon?”

“Right, yeah. I got distracted there for a second,” he chuckled before continuing, “Y/n, do you remember the night we met?”

“Of course. I’ll keep that day burned into my memory until the day I die.”

“Well, that night I told my mates that you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and it’s still true. I don’t regret a single thing about the past 3 years of loving you.”

Your heart began to pound and you tried to steady your breathing. Was this it? Was this what you thought it was?

God, I hope so a voice in your head was screaming.

He took your hands in his and squeezed them. 

“Y/n L/n, I love you so dearly. I’ve probably loved you since the night I took you back to my hotel and I woke up to find you laying atop my bed and just didn’t realize it then.”

He began to bend his knees and reached a hand into his pocket, butterflies now rising in your stomach like nothing before.

“I want to love you for the rest of my life. Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” His hands held open a box with the most perfect ring you’d ever seen.

Tears welled up in your eyes and a watery smile rose to your face. You were speechless, so at first all you could do was nod, then finally you exclaimed,

“YES!”

Both of your hands were shaking as he slipped the ring onto your left hand, and then he stood up, pressing you into a deep kiss. 

You were on cloud nine.

You heard shouts behind you, breaking the kiss to see Harrison and Tuwaine cheering and recording on their phones. 

“Wait a second, where’s Harry?”

Nearby, a bush rustled and out stepped the twin, camera in hand.

“You guys all really planned this for me?” you asked, elated.

“Anything for you, babe. I was worried that it would be ruined by the rain, but it looks like things worked out just right,” he answered.

You stared down at the ring, still not quite believing everything, but your gaze eventually fell down to your watch.

“Well, I hate to kill the mood, but I’m so hungry I don’t know what to do with myself, and it’s time to go anyways, so let’s get out of here!”

$

You rode in Tom’s car while the other boys piled into Harry’s. They arrived first and were waiting at the door when you arrived. 

“Alright, follow us, we have a private room,” Haz said, the three boys leading you and Tom that way. 

You had a feeling the dinner was an engagement celebration, but had no expectation of what happened next.

The doors opened to tons of people yelling “Congratulations!” while holding cute balloons and champagne glasses. You scanned the room and were happy to see Tom’s family and friends from London and home, including the one’s that had been there that night in Nashville.

The most surprising thing, however, was your family. You hadn’t seen them in almost a month due to work and travel, so immediately you ran into their arms.

“She said yes, by the way!” Tom exclaimed happily, causing another round of cheers from the crowd.

“I can’t believe you all came!” you said to everyone, especially towards your US friends. 

“Well it wouldn’t be a real engagement if we didn’t celebrate with something special,” one friend said. 

“What do you mean?” 

With that, she plopped a hat onto your head. You pulled it off, confused until you got a good look at it. It was the hat you were wearing the night you met Tom. 

“We were gonna bring the boots and booty shorts, too, but I think what you’ve got goin’ on is a little classier,” another friend piped up, garnering laughs from your friend group. 

You pressed the hat back over your head, not caring if it squished the curls you’d gotten to lay perfectly not too long before.

“Well, then. Let’s get this rodeo started!” you exclaimed, gathering yet another of many cheers you and Tom would receive that night and for years to come.

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A/N: Omg guys. I did it. I wrote something new. I’m thinking about making this a two shot, where the second part is more from Tom’s perspective and explores his visits to the US and I’ll call it Nashville Girl. Idk if any good songs exist that would tie in but whatever. 

Anyways, love you all and thank you for your continued support! Please stay safe and STAY HOME!