#i think i was triggered the other day because i tried on my girl clothes/not gym clothes for the first time in a while

[heli-writes]

Heartbreak and other nuisances

Pairing: Pro-hero!Deku x female!reader

Summary: Love is never easy, especially when you're the number one hero of Japan. After getting dumped by his childhood love, Deku just can't seem to get it right, much to his mother's disappointment. When he meets y/n, he is convinced it will just be a one-night stand. Or being fuck buddies. His broken heart stands in his way. And you've got your own demons to fight.

Disclaimer: nsfw, smut, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, angst, heartbreak, bisexuality

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Minors do not interact.

Note: It's very long. This might become a series later but for now can be read as a one-shot.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Deku watches the skyline of Musutafu and tries to ignore the ringing of his phone. His patrolling shift ended a few hours ago But he can't bring himself to go home to his empty apartment.

His phone keeps disrupting the silent piece of the rooftop he is sitting on. He sighs and rubs his temple. It's probably his mother or one of his friends bugging him to go out with them.

Digging through the pockets of his hero suit, he eventually finds the ringing device. Two missed calls from his mom, three text messages from Kirishima and Denki and an email from his PR manager. He decides to check his voicemail first.

"Hey it's mum again, you haven't picked up the phone after my last few calls. So I tried again. I was just wondering if you'd like to come over on Saturday for a nice dinner with me and Toshinori. You don't have to of course but I'd be looking forward to seeing you again. Anyways, just give me a call when you have time to check your messages.", his mother's voice comes out of the phone.

He sighs and types in a quick reply.

> Hey, mom! Got your message. Sorry for not calling you back, work's a lot at the moment. Thanks for the invite, but I won't be able to make it.

His mother answers immediately.

>> Are you sure? You really should take a break from time to time. We're worried about you.

Izuku stares at the screen and pulls at his lip in thought. Just when he's about to give his mother a cheap excuse, another message pops up.

>> Yo, are you in on Saturday or not?

He opens the chat and reads that Kirishima and Denki invited him to a concert on Saturday. Then, he opens the chat with his mom again.

> Don't worry about me, mom. Actually, I can't come on Saturday because I am going to a concert with Kirishima and Denki.

>> A concert? Honey, that's nice. Have fun then!

Izuku sighs in relief. Another worried talk with his family was avoided. He's sure that he cannot stand another "A hero must have a balanced life"-talk by Yagi.

He quickly responds to Kirishima's message before putting the phone away and starting his way home.

~*~*~*~

The jeans feel uncomfortable, Izuku decides. All in all, his hero costume is a lot more comfortable than his normal clothes these days. He wears it like a second skin. Sometimes he forgets to put it off when he comes home.

His phone vibrates.

>> We're downstairs. You comin'?

He quickly puts his phone into his back pocket and grabs his key and wallet.

~*~*~*~

"I swear to god, that were the finest pair of boobs, I've ever seen!", Denki ends his dramatic story of a girl he slept with last weekend.

"It's probably the only pair of boobs you've ever seen.", Kirishima comments jokingly.

Denki immediately starts to go on a rent about all the boobs he's ever seen but Kirishima ignores him and turns to Izuku.

"So, how are you, Izuku? Haven't heard from you for a while. Didn't think you'd actually come out with us tonight.", he asks him.

Izuku shrugs.

"Same old, same old.", he answers vaguely. "Is Kachaan joining us?", he quickly tries to change the topic.

"Nah, he's busy with his girlfriend. Dude's probably spending all day and night in bed fucking.", Denki says.

Izuku feels his stomach drop. Of course, he knows about Kachaan's girlfriend. They're together for little over half a year now and the press writes about them every other day. However, he kind of hoped that Katsuki would grow tired of her eventually. After all, the only person he had ever been with for longer than six months was Izuku.

Kirishima rolls his eyes. "Denki, is sex the only thing you ever think about?", he asks annoyed. Denki gives him a smug expression. "I'm young, single, and hot. Of course, it is.", he answers.

"Talking about sex, Izuku when was the last time you got some?", Denki asks his friend nonchalantly.

Izuku furrows his brows. He actually has to think about this. He had sex after Kachaan but all these hookups were meaningless so eventually he gave them up.

"Actually, I don't know.", he replies truthfully.

Kirishima pats his back. "You don't have to tell us, buddy. But remember, we're not the press. You don't have to save face around us.", he tells Izuku.

Denkis starts laughing. "Dude, I think he's being honest. Damn, then you really need to get some tonight! But don't worry, I got ya. There are plenty of hot chicks at the club I am taking you to!", he exclaims, "Let's go!"

~*~*~*~

Turns out, the club is some kind of old, rundown pub at the end of town. Part of Izuku is glad Denki took them to a place like this. It's less likely to be found by paparazzi around here. Then again, it probably also wouldn't be good to be found by the press in a place like this.

Both Denki and Kirishima don't seem to care about that when they enter the place. There's a small stage at the end of the wide room. The banner over the stage indicates that some kind of rock band will be playing soon.

The trio makes their way to the bar first. After they've gotten their drinks, they find a corner to stand in and watch the crowd. It doesn't take Denki long to choose a chick for the night and he takes off to try his luck.

"So, how are you doing? I mean really? Don't give me a half-assed answer this time.", Kirishima asks.

Izuku takes a long drag from his beer. "Been telling you, I'm fine. Work's a lot but not surprising with our profession and status.", he mumbles just loud enough for Kirishima to hear.

Kirishima gives him a worried side glance. "You know that you don't have to carry this weight alone, do you?", he points out.

"Yeah, I know."

Izuku stares into his glass. He's not sure how or if he should make his friends understand that it's not work that lies heavy on his mind.

The truth is that the grand hero Deku is lonely. Simple as that.

He thought he found somebody special in Kacchan only to find out that it was nothing special to the explosion hero. Just something to pass the time until he found someone more fitting, someone more socially acceptable.

Izuku takes another drag from his glass when the lights suddenly dimmed. "I think the show is about to start.", Kirishima points out. "Wanna get closer to the stage?", he asks and Izuku just nods in response.

The two of them walk deeper into the small crowd that is forming. Somewhere in between the people, Izuku sees Denki's blonde hair light up.

A punk rock band enters the stage. "You know them?", Izuku asks his friend. Kirishima nods excitedly. "Yeah, they're pretty underground though. They're really cool. Katsuki introduced them to me!", he tells the green-haired men.

Blaring music starts and Izuku immediately knows that this is not his kind of music. He likes rock music but more classic hard rock like AC/DC. He can see though how this is right up Katsuki's alleyway.

Memories of loud punk music blaring out of speakers in Katsuki's bedroom flash before his eyes. He remembers the layers of sweat on his skin and the taste of Katsuki on his lips.

Suddenly, he feels nauseous.

"Hey, I'm getting another drink!", he yells over to Kirishima who already headbangs to the music.

Izuku makes his way over to the bar pushing through the masses of bodies. He starts to feel really uncomfortable. It's too loud, too hot, too stuffy.

When he reaches the bar, it takes a while to place his order. When he gets his drink, he stays at the bar. He's not too keen on throwing himself onto the dance floor again.

People squeeze past him left and right to get to the bar and get drinks. Uncomfortably, he tries to shift out of their way. Suddenly he bumps into someone with his back and cold liquid drenches his shirt.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry!", a female voice says behind him.

He turns around and then there's you.

You wear a short cocktail dress that compliments your cleavage. Your (y/h/c) hair is styled perfectly. Only your makeup looks a bit cakey, probably due to the high humidity in the pub you're standing in but Izuku doesn't even notice it.

"Don't worry, it's fine.", he mumbles and tries to turn away. He really doesn't want to get recognized. Especially not over a spilled drink.

"Are you sure?", you ask unsure but before you can say anything more, the man in front of you disappears into the crowd.

You watch him disappear in the direction of the toilets. You turn towards the bartender. "Excuse me, can I order what he had?", you yell over the music.

*~*~*~*

Izuku grips the sides of the sink. He splashes water into his face and looks at his drenched shirt. Luckily, it can be mistaken for sweat.

He would like to hole up in one of these toilet cabins. He really doesn't want to get back out there. Everybody out there seems to have a great time and he feels lost in the crowd.

Kirishima is probably already looking for him. The red-haired man already suspects that Izuku is not doing too well. He takes another deep breath before pushing himself off the sink and turning towards the door.

"Hey!", a voice says right next to him when he's out of the door. It's you again. You're holding two glasses of rum coke.

"For you. As a sorry for spilling my drink on you earlier.", you tell him and offer him one of the drinks.

Great, he thinks, a groupie trying to get my attention.

"Thanks", he tells her and takes one of the glasses. She gives him a curt nod.

"See you around", you tell him and turn around to leave.

Izuku stares after you. Did you not recognize him or are you not interested in him? Why does he feel slightly insulted?

"Hey, man, there you are. We were already wondering if you picked up a chick and left us behind!", Kirishima jokes and pats his shoulder.

*~*~*~*

"Izuku, are you coming over this weekend? We'd really like to see you again.", his mother says over the phone.

"You know, mom, I'm really busy. I don't know if I can make it.", he tells her trying to avoid the inevitable.

"Then we come over and I cook you a nice meal. I still have the spare key to your apartment.", his mother proposes gleefully.

Izuku rubs his temple. He really doesn't want his mother and Yagi to sniff around in his apartment. There's still a box of Kacchan's stuff under his bed.

"Alright, mom, I'm coming over for dinner, okay?", he gives in.

"Yes, honey, that's great. We're looking forward to seeing you.", his mother tells him contentedly.

After hanging up, Izuku rubs the sides of his head and sighs deeply. He is not looking forward to this.

*~*~*~*

"Izuku, we're so glad that you could make it!", his mother chirps and immediately hugs him upon opening the door. Yagi pats him on the back.

They go easy on him during dinner. Asking polite questions about work and his friends. His mother pries a little bit too much on what Uraraka is doing lately for Izuku's taste.

After dinner, over a cup of tea, is when the real deal starts. Izuku notices his mother and Yagi changing a meaningful glance, probably a code that now it's time to torture him.

"So... honey, how's life besides work? Anything new?", his mother asks carefully.

Izuku avoids eye contact. "Not really, I guess.", he shrugs.

"I hope you don't work too long hours, my boy.", Yagi says.

Izuku shrugs again. "Well, you know what the job is like.", he tells the older man.

"Of course, of course... it just seems as if you are really pushing yourself lately.", Yagi replies.

"We're just a bit worried about you. We never see you anymore, you barely seem to go out with your friends anymore.", his mother adds.

"I went out with Kirishima and Denki last week.", Izuku tries to defend himself half-heartedly.

"And we were really happy to hear that. It's just that you seem to go out less and less.", his mother points out.

"That's not true.", Izuku starts to get irritated, "Actually I am going out again tonight."

"Oh really, with whom?", his mother shoots back. She sees right through him.

"With Denki.", Izuku says without batting an eye. Denki is probably out tonight anyway.

"That's wonderful, Izuku! How about we drive you? Then you can have a drink or two. You came here by car, didn't you?", his mother smiles. Izuku thinks it's a bit fake. It's probably because she knows he is lying to her.

"That'd be great.", he lies, "Let me check where I am supposed to meet Denki."

He pulls out his phone.

> Hey, are you out tonight? Mind if I join?

Denki answers within seconds.

>> Hell, yeah! I'm already out, just come around!

Denki writes and sends his location.

*~*~*~*

Yagi ends up driving him. Izuku feels like a teenager who is driven to a party by one of his parents.

"You know, your mother is just worried about you.", Yagi says into the silence of the car.

"I know but she really shouldn't. I'm fine.", he tells him.

"It's just that she sees the children of her friends and worries you might not have the same opportunities.", Yagi carefully says.

"What do you mean?", Izuku asks irritatedly.

"Well you know, they get married, have children. Mitsuki's been telling how Katsuki brings over his girlfriend. They plan to move in together.", Yagi explains.

Izuku's stomach plummets. They plan to move in together? There goes any hope of reconciliation.

When Izuku doesn't answer, Yagi mistakes his silence for shame.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with being single while you're young. I mean, I've been single for most of my career, but I've got to be honest with you. I regret not having children on my own and while I am very happy with your mother, I wished I had someone to share my pain and happiness when I was younger.", Yagi explains.

Izuku isn't sure what to say. I'd like a partner but he doesn't want me? I can't move on? Even if I could, I probably have no game?

"We both just wish you'd meet someone special.", Yagi finishes as he pulls up to the bar where Izuku meets Denki.

"Well, one does not really have control over that.", Izuku says flatly and gets out of the car.

*~*~*~*

"Izukuuu!! Over here!!", Denki's shrill voice rings through the entire bar. His arms are wrapped around a woman on each of his sides. The girls giggle.

Izuku would like to walk out backward again but there us no turning back now.

"Hey", he greets his blonde friend.

"My man! Was surprised to hear from you!", Denki greets him.

"Anybody else joining tonight?", Izuku asks and Denki shakes his head.

Great, now he can spend the rest of the night watching Deki flirt with random girls.

One of the girls by Denki's side gives Izuku coy eyes. "So, are you Deku? Denki's been telling us about you.", she asks him.

Izuku shoots his friend an angry glare and Denki shrugs apologetically.

"I don't know what he's been telling you, but I can assure you very little that he says is actually true.", Izuku replies dryly.

Before the girl can ask any more questions, Izuku excuses himself to order a drink at the bar.

"A scotch, please.", he tells the bartender without paying too much attention to the other guests.

"Oh, look who we've got here. Are you stalking me, mister?", a voice says next to him.

There you are, again. Your hair hangs loosely over your shoulder and you pop a few peanuts into your mouth.

"Oh, it's you.", Izuku simply says.

"Charming.", you commented dryly.

You look him up and down.

"Why are you dressed like that?", you ask him.

Irritatedly, Izuku turns fully towards you.

"What do you mean?", he says offendedly.

"You look like you were invited to dinner by your girlfriend's parents for the first time", you say pointing at his white button-down shirt.

"I don't have a girlfriend.", he informs you.

You give him a toothy grin. "Good. You're cute.", you tell him.

Izuku shifts uncomfortably. He hates it when women look at him like that. Like he's meat.

"Sorry, I don't do casual dating.", he replies.

"Too bad", you shrug, "What are you doing then?".

"None of your business", he says coldly.

You pursue your lips. "Damn, who hurt you?", you joke.

Izuku doesn't like how you seem to see things no one else does.

"I just have different priorities.", he says.

You take a sip from your drink. "I bet.", you reply.

Finally, the bartender comes back with his drink.

Without another word, he turns to leave.

"See you around, I guess.", he hears you mumble behind him.

He's not sure why he was so rude to you. You didn't do anything wrong. You shot your shoot and took the rejection in good sport. He didn't need to be so mean.

He's not even sure why he rejected you. You look gorgeous just like last time. Your outfit compliments your natural curves and your makeup really made your eye color pop. Usually, you're totally his type. He's just really not in the mood tonight.

He spends the night brooding next to Kaminari. The girls by his side catch on his bad mood and don't bother him all evening.

*~*~*~*

He tries to be more outgoing. Meet friends, do stuff on the weekend. Things to send to his mother to prove he's out there, living his best life.

He's not.

Tonight, he is going out for dinner with Uraraka and Iida. He initiated the meet-up so he really has to go through with it tonight.

He arrives too early and has to wait for the two for a while. The dinner itself was quite pleasant. Iida is too polite to pry too much about his private life and well-being. And Uraraka is busy updating her two friends about her life. Apparently, she met someone through a friend and they are getting quite serious. His mom is going to hate hearing that.

After dinner, the three of them bid goodbye with the promise to meet up more often. Izuku knows that he probably won't be able to fulfill that promise.

He aimlessly wanders the streets. He doesn't want to go home yet. It's a real paradox. When he's home, he doesn't want to go out. And if he's out, he doesn't want to return to his empty apartment.

He's feeling nostalgic tonight so he decides to go to a place that Kacchan showed him when they were still a thing. Or whatever the hell they were.

It's a bar that has seen better days. It's usually quite empty besides some regulars who are twice as old as Izuku. The perfect place if you want to avoid noisy fans and the press.

Izuku slides into the bench that Kacchan and he always sat at. After he has ordered, he takes a look around. It seems as if time stopped in this place. Ironic, he thinks, it seems as if time has stopped for me as well.

Deep in thought, he doesn't notice how the door opens again.

"Daisuke, Hikaru, you here again? Don't you guys have wives at home?", a female voice says loudly.

When he looks up, he immediately wants to hide beneath the table. It's you. Again. Do you have a tracker on him or what? Why do you seem to appear everywhere he is?

Luckily, you're not looking in his direction. Instead, you talk to the middle-aged men on the other side of the room.

"And what about you, missy? What's a pretty young thing like you doing here every other night?", one of the men says. He sounds amused.

You shrug. "Well, what are you doing here? Drinking of course!", you tell them with a grin.

The other man shakes his head disapprovingly.

"You should at least drink with people your age, not old fucks like us!", he tells you.

You stretch your arms widely. "Well, you see any people my age? You old fucks keep invading this place!", you shoot back.

"Well, what about that guy?", the man answers and points directly at Izuku.

He wants to die. Great, here he hoped he could slip out again without you noticing him. He really doesn't want to talk to you. You turn around to him and your eyes light up.

"Hey, I know you! You're the stalker!", you grin.

Izuku looks offended. "I was here first!", he defends himself.

You give the waiter a sign and slide onto the bench in front of him. Great, just what he needed.

"Really? You're alone this time?", you ask him.

He curses you for being so perceptive.

He shrugs. "Maybe some people join me later.", he tells you.

The waiter walks over to the table and sets down a drink in front of you. It looks strong.

You look him straight into his eyes and say: "Liar".

Embarrassment shoots down his back. You take a sip from your drink and laugh.

"I know what lonely drinking looks like. Why do you think I am here?", you tell him.

"I don't know. You're certainly not dressed for a place like this.", he replies.

It's true. You don't look like you belong in a shabby bar like this. You're wearing a bright blue, floor-length ballgown.

You shrug. "What's it to you?", you bite back.

Oh. Izuku's eyebrows raise. He must've hit a sore spot there. Unfortunately for you, he's feeling bitchy tonight.

"Well, you look like one of those bridesmaids that are put into a terrible dress by a bridezilla.", he tells you.

Actually, it's not true. The dress looks gorgeous on you. It fits your skin color and hair updo perfectly. A sour expression appears on your face.

"I wasn't a bridesmaid. I chose the dress for myself.", you tell him.

"Ah, so you were at a wedding!", he says triumphantly. Apparently, he can read you as well as you can him.

You shrug.

"So what's with the lonely drinking then? Why pay for alcohol here when you could've just got drunk for free?", he asks.

"Staying too long at your ex's wedding is bad taste.", you tell him.

"Ah", he says and raises his glass taking a sip, "That's the reason for your lonely drinking? Still stuck on that ex?"

"Ha!", you exclaim. "Yeah, hell no. I'm glad to be rid of him. He's his wife's problem now. Thank god."

Izuku watches you closely. You stir in your drink and keep your eyes fixed on your nails. By the tone of your voice, he doesn't think you're lying. You sound bitter, though.

"Then what?", he asks.

"How old are you?", you reply.

"Twenty-eight. Don't change the topic.", he scolds you.

You shoot him a mean glance.

"I'm not changing the topic.", you tell him.

When he gives you a questioning look, you sit up straight and put your hands on the table.

"Alright, you're twenty-eight, uh...?", you start.

"Izuku", he tells you.

"You're twenty-eight, Izuku. How many of your friends and acquaintances are getting married, moving in with someone, maybe even having kids?", you ask.

"Quite a few.", he admits.

"Alright. Considering you're here, on a weekday, drinking alone, I'm guessing you're not even close to any of those things. How does it feel when someone brings that up?", you explain.

"Not good.", he replies dryly. What is it with you and catching onto things?

You throw your hands up in the air.

"Exactly! And what's the ultimate reminder of that than being invited to your ex's wedding?", you exclaim.

"So... I'm guessing you're far away from those things too?", he asks unsurely.

You give him a deadpan look. "The lonely drinking should've given it away.", you tell him.

You sigh exaggeratedly and lean back. Then, you empty your drink in one go. Izuku watches you slightly perplexed. When you slam down your glass, you give the waiter another sign.

"You know what the stupidest part of this is?", you ask him and he shakes his head.

"I don't even want those things. I'm sure I'm not even made for these things and still, somehow, it makes you feel bad, you know?", you ramble.

Izuku stays silent and takes another sip from his glass. He really doesn't know what he's doing here. Why is he talking to a stranger about things like this?

"You could ask me now what it is that I want.", you say.

Izuku rolls his eyes. "What is it that you want?", he asks.

"Good sex. That's really all I'm asking for but men these days don't deliver.", you reply exasperatedly.

Izuku almost has to laugh.

"Maybe you're just not meeting the right men then.", he tells you.

"Well, I'm meeting men like you.", you point out. There's something cat-ish about you when you say it.

"Maybe tonight is your lucky night then.", he says suddenly feeling cocky.

*~*~*~*

This was definitely not how this evening was supposed to go. He was not supposed to end up at that bar and he definitely wasn't supposed to take you home.

But here you are, on his bed, and him over you.

He already lost his shirt and you run your hands up and down his torso. His mouth is on yours, teeth and tongue clashing against each other.

He can already feel his dick getting hard.

He grabs your waist and pulls you on top of him. Without hesitation, you pull your shirt over your head and he's quick to open your bra. Quickly, you toss it to the side.

Izuku sits up a bit so that both of his hands are free to explore your boobs. Carefully, he kneads them with both hands. He kisses the side of your neck. He plants open-mouthed kisses along your neck, over your collarbone all the way down to one of your nipples. You throw your head back and sigh contently.

He runs the tip of his tongue over the hardened bud. He takes the nipple into his mouth gently sucking on it. All the while massaging it with his tongue.

You let out a moan and grind down on his hardened cock. His dick sits right at your slit. You keep grinding down on him, desperate for friction as he continues to tease your other nipple. You can feel how your panties get damp with each second.

You grab the sides of his head, forcing him to detach from your breast. You lean forward and kiss him again. Izuku runs his hands down your back and grabs your ass cheeks. Then, he helps you grind down on him. You break the kiss to let out a groan.

"Fuck, Izuku! You need to take off these pants!", you tell him.

He gives you a grin. "Same", he tells you.

Quickly, you get off of him and take off your pants and panties. When he's done taking off his pants, you both lie side by side. He pulls you close, your naked body pressing against his, and he claims your lips again.

You let your hands wander down his body. With your index finger you draw lines down his hip and thighs, avoiding his dick completely.

Izuku breaks the kiss and groans. "Don't tease!", he tells you and you laugh.

"So greedy", you nudge him but then give into his request.

Gently you wrap your hand around his hardened member. Izuku lets out a suppressed groan. You start in a slow space pumping his dick up and down. You spread the precum on it to make it feel even smoother.

Izuku plants a kiss on your shoulder and lets a hand wander between your legs. Slowly, he lets two fingers slide in between your warm folds.

"Fuck, you're so wet.", he groans. You shift a bit to give him better access, already panting.

Izuku draws lazy circles on your clit and you can feel more wetness slipping out your hole.

"Mhm, yes, Izuku that feels good.", you moan while still fisting his cock.

Izuku leans his forehead against yours. He dips his fingers a bit deeper, gathering some wetness and spreading it around your pussy.

Then, gently one of his fingers enters you and you can't help but let out a loud moan.

"That feels good, yes?", he mumbles and you nood.

Slowly he pumps his finger in and out of you.

"Shit", you curse. You long lost the ability to focus on pleasing Izuku.

He curls his finger inside you and you jerk.

"Can you take another, baby?", he says huskily and you nod.

He pulls out his finger and pushes two fingers in.

"Fuck!", you exclaim.

You lie back opening your legs wide for him. Izuku slides his fingers in and out you, occasionally curling them inside which almost sends you into a frenzy. He leans down and starts massaging your nipple with his tongue again.

Just when you feel a knot forming in your stomach, he pulls out. You whine in protest but he silences you with a kiss.

"You ready?", he asks you and you nod breathlessly.

He grabs a condom from the nightstand and quickly pushes the latex over his dick. Then, he takes one of your legs and places it over his shoulder. He sits up on his knees and grabs the hollow of your other knee pulling your legs further apart.

"Shit, your pussy looks so ready for me.", he tells you

"Who's the tease now?", you pant.

Izuku gives you a small grin. "Don't worry, I've got you.", he says.

He leads his dick to your entrance and your heart beats in anticipation. Slowly, he pushes his cock into your pussy. You both groan simultaneously in pleasure. He enters you in one swift movement. When his dick is nestled deeply inside you, he takes a deep breath.

"You okay?", he asks you and you give him a curt nod.

You jerk your hips because you're desperate for more friction. You feel so full but it's not enough. You need him to fuck you, to pound you.

"Shit, relax.", he groans when he feels your pussy clench around him.

"I've told you, I've got you. I'm gonna fuck you real good, baby", he groans into the skin of your leg.

Then, he starts rocking in and out of you. He starts with a steady pace.

"Fuck, yes, Izuku! Please, a bit harder!", you beg him.

He gives you a cheeky grin. "Harder? You can get harder.", he tells you.

He starts pounding into you in a heavy pace and you arch your back. Fuck, your pussy feels so good. His dick rubs you in all the right places.

Izuku's dick twitches at the sight of you. Your fucked expression, your jiggling breasts and god, how good looks his dick going in and out of you.

Suddenly, he lifts your other leg and lifts himself a bit higher allowing his dick to sink even deeper into your cunt.

"Shit, yes!", you yell out. Izuku keeps fucking you like this and his balls slap harshly against your ass cheeks.

Now, you can feel the knot in your stomach again.

"Keep going, Izuku, I'm getting there.", you tell him.

Izuku pants heavily above you and sweat drops down his chest. You think he's looking incredibly sexy right now. Also, you can't help but look down where is dick and your cunt are conjoined. The sight of his dick sliding in and out of you makes your stomach coil.

"Fuck, y/n, you feel so good. You make my dick feel like it's about to explode.", he tells you.

You clench your pussy and Izuku moans in delight. He grips your hips tighter and keeps fucking you now chasing his own height. His cock is hitting that sweet spot all the way back inside of you. You can feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. You let out a breathless moan and your eyes roll back into your head.

Izuku keeps the pace hard and steady, exactly the way you need to get over the edge. When your orgasm hits you, it feels like electric shocks going down your back, your pussy clenches and then your body suddenly goes limp.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.", Izuku groans taking up speed when he sees you orgasm on his cock. He fucks you through it and his own orgasm explodes right at the feeling of your clenching pussy. He fucks himself through his own high and then collapses on top of you.

It takes a moment for both of you to regain some thinking capacities. When his consciousness returns to him, Izuku slips out of you. You're lying next to each other, both facing the ceiling catching your breath.

„And? Did I deliver?“, Izuku pants.

He can't see it but you give him a side-eye. The questions weirds you out. Does he really need to get praised? Does he need to get approval so badly? Well, it supposedly makes sense. A pro-hero depends on the praise and approval of other people. You think it's a little bit pathetic. If he hadn't fucked you already, it'd be a major turn-off.

In all honesty, though, he did deliver. It was more than just good. He clearly proved he's got the stamina of a pro-hero. However, you don't stroke men's egos. Most men have a big enough ego as it is, so why inflate it further? Plus, this guy has girls fawning at his feet and you refuse to steep down on a groupie level. No, thank you.

For a moment you think about being mean and saying something like it was „alright“ or „okay“ but you take pity on the man. He made you cum, so you shouldn't be mean. Also, you wouldn't say no to him doing it to you again. So, be nice and keep the option open.

„I'm not sure what you expect me to say.“, you tell him truthfully and Izuku looks a bit embarassed.

„I'm not gonna sing your praise, but I tell you it was good. Definitely would do it again, but I've got an 8am appointment tomorrow.“, you say a bit softer.

Izuku props himself up on his arm as he watches you look for your clothes and dress yourself. Obviously, he knew this was nothing serious but he lowkey hoped you stayed the night. He knows Katsuki's girlfriend was a one-night stand at first who then turned into something more. Maybe part of him hoped something like that would happen to him too. Or maybe he just doesn't want to be alone tonight.

When you're dressed, you turn to him.

„Alright, I better get going.“, you tell him and Izuku only nods at you.

He doesn't really know what to say. Actually, he probably just sucks at one-night stands. It's probably why none of them ever turned out to be something more for him.

„So... see you around?“, you drawl when he doesn't answer you.

Quickly, Izuku puts on one of his well-practiced smiles and nods more enthusiastically.

„Yeah, see you around. I had a good time.“, he tells you and you look relieved. At least he isn't making it more uncomfortable than these things usually are.

You give him a quick wave and turn around to leave. Izuku holds his breath until he hears his front door fall shut. With a groan, he drops back onto his pillow facefirst.

Why does he keep doing this? He should know better. He's not made for these types of flings. He doesn't even want them. Izuku is a through-and-through relationship type of guy and yet he always ends up alone at the end of the night.

Maybe he can't hold someone's attention for more than a night or maybe Kacchan just ruined him for everybody else.

*~*~*~*

You fix the position of your panties as you wait for the elevator to reach the ground level. You quickly look in the mirror. Your hair and makeup look awful. Suddenly, you're very glad you're not staying the night. Nothing would be more shameful than to walk home like this in the morning.

You rub your temple. Your plan was to take somebody home from the wedding. So that your ex would see. Maybe that was already a stupid idea. Why would he care if his ex takes somebody home on his wedding day? It's the luckiest day in his life and there's a reason why it wasn't you standing next to him in a white dress.

Actually, it's probably for the best you didn't take someone home from the wedding. Maybe he would've laughed about it and said it fits the pattern. Y/n, the mess, never taking anything seriously, always out there for a good time but not a long time. At least like this, you left with your grace intact. Also, it helps a little bit that you looked absolute bomb in this dress.

You sigh deeply. And yet, he would've been right. After all, you had nothing better to do than go find yourself a hook-up at a random bar right afterward. Poor Izuku, he made it clear last time that he wasn't interested in something like this. And yet, he ended up in your spider's web. You wonder what changed his mind. Maybe it was the dress.

When the elevator reaches the ground, you quickly exit it and walk through the lobby in an equally quick step. There's no need for anybody to see you like this. You're almost out of the door when the post boxes next to the entry catch your eye. You stop for a moment.

No, y/n, this is a stupid idea, you tell yourself. He won't text anyway. What was that about not stepping down onto a groupie level? Then again, it was a pretty good orgasm. Hell, one of the best ones you had in quite a while.

Maybe you're still horny or drunk from earlier, clouding your better judgement, but before you can stop yourself, you pushed your business card through the slit of Izuku's post box.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

[Please comment if you'd like to be tagged in possible future parts]

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[pinejayy]

Rutting Urogi and Hawks x F!Reader

I love my men with wings, but I would love see them how they would act around you when it's spring time // both characters are gonna get their separate headcanons

also I have like 5 requests in my inbox so imma work on those when I have a day off from work

trigger warnings: nsfw, dry humping, oral (both receiving), fingering (on hawks part), face sitting, le sex, cock warming

Urogi

SFW

Oh so dating the four clones was a handful but You deeply loved them all. But when you experienced your first spring with the boys it was handful, there was a bunch of fighting.

Those flights mainly were around Urogi, because it was spring and that's when birds experienced mating season. And he became more clingy towards you.

He doesn't allow any of the other clones around you. And if one of them were to grab you he would lash out and fight them. And he becomes really aggressive.

One time Aizetsu made the fatal mistake of grabbing you and Urogi went crazy, he literally jumped him and beat him up. The poor blue eyed Demon was a crying mess. "YOU HAVE TO SHARE HER!"

The clones have this schedule to decide which day they get to have you, but Urogi is like fuck that! And of course he’s getting yelled at!

“You selfish demon! You can’t keep her to yourself!” And “I don’t care what time of the year it is! Go jerk yourself off!” And “Please give me Y/N! She’s not yours!”

The Bird Demon has made a nest, and the nest includes your favorite clothes mostly your underwear and bras. The nest also includes pillows so you could be comfortable. But he's also added sticks and leafs he's found around the woods.

Whenever he wants total alone time with you and without the constant nagging about the clones he'll pick you up and fly you somewhere so you guys are alone.

As much as you wanna spend time with the others he won't allow you to leave. Please just stay with him. He needs you. He craves you.

He loves seeing you sleep on his nest. A bunch of cuddles!!

NSFW

Oh boy!! This boy always wants sex with you. Your moans drive him crazy! He loves watching you lay on his nest completely naked.

You're definitely covered in bite marks, hickeys and scratch marks.

Whenever he wants to bury his cock inside of you he's gonna hold you close against his chest and place gentle kisses along your neck. The Demon is also gonna dry hump you until you give him what he wants.

Please Sit On His FACE!! He wants to feel your weight on him, he wants to be your seat so please for the love of god sit on his face!

But when you do sit in his face he moans about how good you taste, he loves lapping his tongue on your folds and clit.

A bunch of teasing!! Like!! "Who's my good girl! Or I'm gonna fill you up so good baby girl!"

Dude is gonna force you on your knees and shove his cock inside your mouth, he doesn't care if your a gagging mess. You're gonna take that cock sweetheart.

Whenever you're tried he'll allow you to sleep but he'll still have his cock buried inside of you!

He loves making you feel good, so good! Heck to spite the other clones he’ll make you moan out his name! Let them hear you! He doesn’t care uwu

He’s so good with aftercare, he’ll make sure you’re good and well taken care of! Lots of kisses and cuddles! He’ll holding you and whisper sweet things to you. “You did a good job babygirl.”

Once his rut is over the other clones are now fighting over you and who’s gonna get you first! So oof you have 3 other cocks to think about still! Good luck princess.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

SFW

Hawks has been clingy with you, and with spring around he’s extra clingy with you. He doesn’t allow you to leave his eye sight, even going to the store alone is a huge no no for him. He doesn’t want anyone around you!

Since you guys live together he’s always by your side and grabbing your body, and around this time he’s extra sweet. A bunch of nicknames “Princess, My Song Bird and Mine.”

Hawks also build a nest around the living room, the nest consist of your clothes, underwear and pillows/blankets you sleep with. He’s so addictive to the way you smell.

LIKE GOD DAMN THE HOUSE IS A MESS! AND HONESTLY YOU GUYS GET IN A LOT OF ARGUMENTS BECAUSE OF IT..

He hides your dirty underwear so he can smell them as he jerks off while you’re not giving his attention he craves for.

During this time he’s also quite aggressive, and during his rut he’s specifically has told Endeavor not to contact him, since it’s not a good time for him. And Endeavor doesn’t wanna know what’s going on and also because he doesn’t care enough but he does pray for you because you’re gonna need it. 💀

Hawks doesn’t allow you outside so you have everything delivered to the house, one time you ordered a pizza and the guy who brought over the pizza was chased away, how dare you look at someone!

Hawks yelled at the poor pizza man. He loves making the pizza guy cry.

Do not touch his wings…please. He’s very sensitive with him and especially during this time of the year! And speaking of his wings! There’s red features everything, and I mean everywhere!

The poor baby loves to hold you, he loves feeling your warm body against his. Please let him hold you

He always wants to be by your side, while sleeping, eating and in the bathroom. And good luck trying to get him away from you. He doesn’t understand personal space ..

Hawks always wants you in the nest with him. And if you don’t get in he’ll start throwing a hissy fit. Honestly he’s kinda childish during this time of the year but that’s because he always wants you by his side!

NSFW

Dude is so rough with you when he’s pumping into you. He loves holding you down by your waist and loves seeing his cock slid in and out of you. And your moans drive him even crazier.

He loves being in between your legs, he loves licking your folds and he can’t help it but moan at the way you taste, you taste so divine to him and he lets you know as well. “You taste so divine princess.” “Good you taste so fucking good! God I want more!”

And dude is gonna make you sit on his face! He wants you to suffocate him with your lovely thighs. And if you move your hips against his face he’ll get worked up.

He’ll choke you as he’s fucking you. uwu

He enjoys seeing you a moaning mess, and during this time he’s also a huge tease. He’ll drag his fingers around your folds and clit. He wants you to beg for his cock. Like he’ll finger you real slow and smirk. “Come on princess beg for my cock…beg for me to fuck you.”

But you can also be a tease too, you especially love pinning him down and love placing kisses all over his body. First you start off at his lips then slowly you make it to his neck then his chest until you have your pretty little lips around his cock, sucking him.

God he loves watching your head moving up and down, taking his cock down your throat. And he’ll be begging for more. “Please Princess, I want you inside of me…please ride me.”

Hawks knows this can be very exhausting for you so whenever you’re feeling sleepy he’ll allow you to sleep but in one condition. You let him cock warm you. He just wants to be inside of you. He can’t get enough of how tight your walls are against him.

You’re covered in marks!! And I mean everywhere! You’re covered in bite marks, scratch marks, and bruises. And this makes him weak!! Seeing your body marked by him.

HE WANTS TO FILL YOU UP! HE WANTS TO MAKE A HAWKS JR! 💀💀

But honestly he’s great with aftercare! He’ll make sure you’re good and that he didn’t hurt you. He’ll order food (and he’ll try his best not to yell at the poor person who delivers it ) and he’ll cuddle you too. Lots of sweet comments and kisses.

Once his rut is over, he makes sure to clean up the house since he made into a mess! And jokingly he’ll tell you “How about around 2!”

#hawks rut #hawks x reader #hawks smut #Keigo Takami #my hero academy fanfiction #mha #bnha #hantengu clones #x reader #smut #hantengu smut #urogi x reader #Urogi smut

[catt-leya]

no bc what about rick having an internal battle bc he doesn’t know how to tell you that he finds you just so hot. like he fantasizes about you nearly every day.

i don’t wanna be too specific so that you can let your imagination fly 😫 i just know the man would feel so dirty after he finishes,, like so guilty

Dirty (18+) || Rick Grimes

I am so sorry Anon 💓

I had the fic ready for a while, but never posted it.

Let's see how regularly I will post soon, but the requets I have, I will of course work off one by one.

I hope you enjoy reading it, even if it's not my best work 💓

Trigger: dirty talk (of course), age gap (no one is a minor!)

You wipe the sweat from your forehead and look over at Maggie, who is lifting the next post with Rick.

In the last few days, the walkers outside the prison fences have been increasing in number, so Rick has asked you and Maggie to help him put up the wooden posts.

Sighing, you bend over and grab the next piece of wood, not noticing how Rick's gaze wanders to your butt and for a few seconds he just stares at you before he catches himself staring and turns his head back to Maggie a little too violently.

Again and again, he faints and lapses into daydreams that include you. Preferably naked and under himself.

But what keeps him from trying anything is your age.

Of course, theoretically you would be old enough and in itself it would be nothing reprehensible, but he simply does not want to cross the line and therefore holds back.

Every time you get close to him, which is not uncommon because you are a very open person who doesn't shy away from physical contact, he pulls himself together and tries to treat you like any other member in your group, even though he would love to rip your clothes off.

What he doesn't know is that you are purposefully seeking physical contact with him.

Ever since you first saw him in his boots and worn shirt, you've been completely smitten with him, making an effort to be close to him without seeming pushy.

Mainly because you think that he sees you anyway only as a little girl who is too young to tease him in any way.

What's good for both of you is that you get along really well, even though neither of you know that the other wants more.

That's why you pick up the log with a groan and call out to Rick, "Okay, I'm really not going to heave this thing to the fence by myself, Rick."

You feel him close behind you before he replies, "Wait."

Rick walks past you and lifts the other side, taking some of the weight off of you and you smile openly at him.

You're standing directly across from each other and Rick can't help but let his gaze slide over your beautiful face, which must be slightly heated from the physical labor, and he follows the beads of sweat that form on your forehead and slowly slide down your cheek over your neck and then to the hollow between your collarbones before they sinfully disappear between your breasts and he wishes he could kiss you right there.

You watch his eyes lower to your breasts and notice heat rising inside you.

With each breath, your breasts lift slightly and he stares so intently at your cleavage that it feels like he's looking through your top and you notice your nipples stiffen.

Because you're still holding the wooden stake between you and Rick, you can't cover your breasts any more, and because you've gone without a bra, you're sure he can see your nipples clearly through the top.

In fact, he's a bit surprised when he can see the hard tips and is almost ashamed to say that he would give a lot to take them between his teeth and show you how sensitive your breasts can be.

Swallowing hard, he wants to look you in the face again, when a shrill scream echoes from one of the cell blocks and you both drop the wood at the same time.

Hectically you turn to Maggie, who doesn't hesitate for a second and runs to the cells, closely followed by Rick. Briefly you look to the fence and follow the two.

On the way, Rick has overtaken Maggie and rushes to the cells, closely followed by her. You're about to head for the door when a little girl runs out and straight for you.

Panicked, she babbles something to herself and you drop to your knees to calm her down a bit, "Shhhh, it's okay. It's going to be okay."

Again you look at the door but no one comes out and the screams get quieter and quieter.

Worrying that something has happened to your friends and you weren't there to stop anything.

You have no idea how long you hold the little girl in your arms, when the first people come out of the building with their eyes widened in fear and a young woman comes running towards you and the girl.

Fiercely, she pulls the girl into her arms and whispers, "You're okay. Thank heaven."

Now that you no longer have a job to do you can't help but stare at the people from the building, anxiously waiting for Rick to return.

People are falling into each other's arms and tears are being shed, only you are pacing.

As everyone comes out, you don't dare go in and stand a little apart to get a better view.

The group of people slowly disperses and you curse softly, "Shit."

Just as you decide to go into the building and see for yourself what happened inside, the door swings open and Rick comes out followed by Daryl and Maggie.

Without much thought you sprint in his direction and as his eyes fall on you, he says, "You might want to keep your distance."

But you couldn't care less about his words, so you fall around his neck at the top of your lungs.

Surprised by your reaction, he staggers back a few steps and catches himself before you can both topple backwards, wrapping his arms rather hesitantly around your waist.

Rick can't describe how happy he was to see that you didn't crash into the cell block with him and all tension now falls from his shoulders as he feels your body against his.

Your whole body shakes and he pulls you even closer to him, "Hey, I'm fine."

His voice is soft in your ears and you just bury your nose harder into his chest, turning him on more than it should in this situation.

He looks up from you and his gaze meets Daryl's, who raises an eyebrow questioningly, but Rick just nods slightly, which Daryl takes as a sign that everything is fine as far as it can be in this situation and walks with Maggie to what is currently the only safe cell block.

Rick's attention is taken over by you again, as you whisper softly through his chest: "I thought something had happened to you. You haven't come out in so long."

He can't help a smile forming on his face as he hears your concern. Especially since you've only fallen for his neck and no one else's.

Also, he would be lying if he didn't also admit that he has an extreme physical reaction to you. The way your soft breasts press against his torso and your arms are wrapped tightly around him.

Gently, he pushes his hips away from you a little so you don't notice HOW excited he is about your embrace and murmurs, "Sorry you had to wait so long."

At his words, your breathing slowly calms and you move away from him a bit so you can look him in the face and nod, "Okay. What happened anyway?"

Calmly, Rick describes to you what happened in the cells and neither of you think about the fact that you're still in each other's arms.

After Rick finishes, you gently disengage from his embrace and clear your throat, "Sorry, I know you can take care of yourself."

Silently, you look at each other for a few seconds and you can tell Rick is struggling with what words to choose before he hesitantly opens his mouth, "I don't mind. I...like it."

Surprised by his confession, you blink several times before biting your lower lip lightly and nodding.

Rick tries to take in every reaction from you and doesn't take his eyes off you as you take a small step back and ask, "You like it when I touch you?"

He didn't say it verbatim but you hit it well, so he nods, "Yeah."

You can practically grab the tension between you and you're tense to the max as you reach out your small hand compared to his large one and nervously place it on his chest, "Like here?"

Rick looks down at your hand and exhales an agonized breath as he thinks of where your hand would look much better.

He can't gauge what you're up to and asks in a raspy voice, "What are you doing?"

Shakily you exhale and let your hand slide feather light to his flat stomach, "I just want to know where to touch you."

The brief time you thought something might have happened to him has pulled the rug out from under you and you're desperate to know how far you can go after he really doesn't seem averse.

You just can't hide the fact that your hand is shaking slightly, and Rick takes a quick look around. When he doesn't spot anyone in the immediate vicinity, he takes your hand from his stomach and pulls you behind him into a small room nearby.

You stumble after him and are gently pushed against the door by him before he says softly, "You don't have to worry about me leaving and whatever short-circuit reaction you had earlier, just forget about it."

Now you realize that he didn't bring you here to fuck you, but so that he wouldn't have to tell you to get him out of your head in front of any witnesses.

You're thankful that there are no windows in the room and therefore it's so dark that he can't see your cheeks, which are flushed with shame.

You could have sworn that he really enjoyed your closeness, so you murmur shamefully, "If you don't want me to touch you, please let me go."

At that moment, you just want to be as far away from him as possible, but he blocks you with his body and growls softly, "You've got me all wrong. Shit, I'd give a lot to have you jerk me off, but I shouldn't want that."

Immediately he notices you stiffen and regrets his unfiltered words, but before he can salvage what needs to be salvaged, you purposefully place your hand on his belt, "I'm curious about the explanation of why you shouldn't want me to shove my hand down your pants right now, though."

At your words, Rick shifts toward your hand more out of reflex than intent and sighs softly, "What are you, 20? 21? It just feels dirty to look at you that way and want you."

Rick is teetering along the edge of his self-control as you thoughtfully run the flat of your hand over his belt buckle and lean your head against the door to face him in the dim darkness, "I'm 22."

Confused, he furrows his eyebrows, "What?"

You release your hand from his belt and he already thinks you're going to ask him to make room for you now, but you place your hands on his left and right arm, propped up next to your head, and slowly travel up his forearms to his strong upper arms and then to his neck to intertwine your fingers in his curls before answering: "You did guess how old I am and that's why I'm telling you I'm 22 and that's why there's nothing wrong with you getting hard thinking about me or fucking me until I can't moan anything but your name, Rick. "

Hearing his name from your lips, escaping you like a soft sigh, makes him moan softly and you know you've got him almost where you want him, which is why you kick it up a notch and purr, "Don't you want to ruin me? Feel my soft body under your palms and grab me so hard that I'll be walking around marked by you for the next few days. I bet you're incredibly turned on by the age difference, and you'd just love to know what it's like to be so deep inside me that I can't think straight, wouldn't you?"

You can see exactly when he's caving in and can't hold back anymore. It's just a slight change in his eyes and you know you're getting what you wanted when he leans in slightly and growls, "You want it hard?"

Your heart hammers in your chest as you bring out hoarsely, "Yes, please."

The door presses coldly against your back as he bridges the small distance and presses his lips firmly to yours and you close your eyes, fluttering.

It's been a while since you've kissed a man, but I guess it's like never forgetting how to ride a bike. Intuitively, you know what to do and push up on your toes so Rick doesn't have to lean down so far.

The kiss is hard and passionate, as if Rick is putting all of his desire that has been building up over all this time into the kiss and you are trying to show him that as well.

Because he's still not really touching you and is still leaning against the door behind you, you take advantage of the moment and press yourself firmly against him, then turn him so that he's leaning against the door with his broad back and looks down at you in surprise.

Rick has never thought of you as a weak woman, of course you are physically inferior to him, but that has never prevented you from standing up to him, but the fact that you suddenly take control in the foreplay surprises him, even though he should perhaps have expected it after your little speech earlier.

He can't take his eyes off you as you move your small hands from his neck to his chest and you slowly lower yourself to your knees in front of him.

You feel his irregular heartbeat under your palms before you continue to look into his beautiful blue eyes and your hands come to rest on his belt buckle again.

Slowly you pull the belt out of the buckle and pull his pants including boxers to just below his hipbones to breathe a light kiss on them.

The light and innocent touch of your lips so close to his twitching cock almost makes Rick lose control and he reaches into your hair, making you laugh softly, "Is this how you imagined it?"

Rick's head falls forward a little, causing some curls to hang in his face as he brings out in a clenched voice, "Better than I imagined."

Gently, you pull his pants completely off, trying not to swallow hard when you see how big he actually is, licking your lips instead to get ready.

Your eyes are focused on the task in front of you, but you can feel Rick's eyes boring into your face.

The trembling in his hands also gives him away: he wants you a lot more than he'd admit.

As he watches you take him inch by inch in your mouth, he really has to pull himself together not to fuck you in the mouth until tears would be in your eyes.

The image of you on your knees in front of him drills into his memory and he knows very well that he will never be able to think of anything other than your warm wet mouth the next time he jerks himself off.

Gently you do what you think is right and elicit a rough moan from Rick.

As you look up, his head leans against the door behind him and his hands push you further toward him at the back of your head that you take more than before into your mouth.

It gives you pure satisfaction that you can make him moan your name and press your legs together to help yourself somehow as well.

Your hands move to his strong thighs and your eyes fall closed as you think of his thighs being squeezed between yours.

Briefly, you are blown away as Rick grabs you tighter by your hair and forces you to let go of him and lets him pull you up.

Swaying, you stand in front of him and his hot gaze lingers on your swollen lips, "Do you want me?"

Without hesitation, you nod your head vigorously and he pulls your head back towards him and kisses you on the lips.

Everything that has been fades into the background for Rick and he slowly pushes you further and further back.

He grabs your thighs and moans, "Jump."

You do as he asks and wrap your legs around his narrow waist.

Without breaking the kiss, he carries you to a small table in a corner and gently lowers you onto it before reaching for your waistband and you wordlessly lift your hips so he can remove your pants and panties.

Your whole body trembles as his warm hands glide over your bare skin and he can't believe you are responding to him like this.

You feel so small and soft in his hands, and in all his life he's felt this way about a woman as the moment your hands move to the buttons of his shirt and you undo one button at a time.

As you reach the bottom, he brushes the shirt off his shoulders and leans forward slightly to whisper in your ear, "Spread your legs for me."

As confident and cocky as you were before, it's all gone now and you whimper softly as the cold air brushes your damp center as you open your thighs for him to stand between.

His body seems so wide and masculine between your legs, making you feel fragile at the way he towers over you.

You must be looking at him in a certain way, because he tilts his head slightly and asks, "Is something wrong?"

He snaps you out of your thoughts and you ask hoarsely, "What?"

His big warm hands come to rest on your thighs as he says, "You're looking at me in a very unusual way."

He does speak to you, but as he does, he lets his hands move higher and higher and every thought in your head becomes absorbent cotton, causing you to speak too freely, "You're so...manly."

His right hand moves between your legs and he laughs, "Manly?"

You realize how ridiculous it sounds, but his fingers play lightly at the dampness between your legs and because of that, you just nod and push your hips toward him for more.

Shivering, you close your eyes and whimper softly, "Yeah, is one reason why I'm so...attracted to you."

"Hmmm." His head lowers a little to your face, "I'll just take that as a compliment now."

Your lips part to say something back, but at that exact moment he slides a finger inside you and your forehead falls to his shoulder.

That's all he does, and you sigh shakily, "Please."

His touch is killing you, but it's still just not enough.

You notice how his chest rises and falls before he growls, "Isn't it enough?"

Greedily, you wrap your arms around his neck and move closer, "God, no. More, please."

Gently, he pulls his finger back a little and then slides a second one inside you with it. The stretch makes you see stars at first and he murmurs, "If you ask me so sweetly."

Finally, he moves his fingers just as you need them to and cradles your hips further against his hand.

The hand that is free he places on your neck and presses your face firmly against him.

Your lips are pressed against his neck as a result and you take the opportunity to suck on it.

You lick over his pulse and you quickly realize that the hotter you make him, the more intensely he fingers you.

Extremely questionable sounds slip over your lips and he presses your face even tighter against him as he gasps, "That's good. Your pussy is so wet and all this just for me."

His name slips from your lips and you realize you're just one move away from cumming on his fingers, but right then he pulls them out and pulls you away from him by the nape of your neck.

Speechless, you stare at him, unable to believe that he has denied you your orgasm, especially as he looks down at you with extreme satisfaction and smiles cockily, "Is there a problem?"

Your lips open and close again and again before you choke out, "You can't just stop."

He lifts his hand, licks his fingers, and grins, "And how I can."

Briefly, your gaze slides to his neck on which the mark you gave him is already visible before you push your bottom lip forward far too tearfully and he immediately stares at your pout.

Before you can say anything else, he leans forward and presses his mouth hard on yours.

He takes you completely and you no longer know where is above and below.

The surface beneath you must already be glistening with moisture as he softly breathes against your lips, "I want you to cum on my cock. That's why I stopped."

His way of talking to you is new and fucking exciting and you can only whimper softly at his crude words.

Rick sees every reaction you have to his words and really has to hold back as he pulls you to the edge as gently as he can and wraps his warm hands around your thighs to wrap around his bare hips before whispering, "You think you can stay like this?"

Your eyes mirror the joyful gleam of his own, and in response you pull him further toward you with your legs so that you feel his cock right at your entrance and your insides tighten around nothing.

Rick can only hope that you don't realize how blatant you are turning him on and how many times he has imagined completely sinking into you.

Perhaps a little too impatiently, he places a hand in the small of your back and moans as he thrusts into you in his fluid motion, "This is so fucking hot."

Never has a man filled you as much as Rick does at this moment, and you stare at him with huge eyes as he takes a shaky breath, unable to believe that he actually desires you like this.

Without much thought, you pull his face to you by the nape of his neck and kiss him blindly with desire.

Rick takes it as permission to finally move inside you like he's always wanted and thrusts into you one more time, only harder and much more desperate.

You are both unable to kiss anymore, so he just presses his nose against yours and swallows every whimper and moan from you.

Your legs are wrapped convulsively around his waist and the closer Rick gets to his own release, the bolder he feels.

The thought of coming right inside you and marking you as his shouldn't feel as good as it does to him right now.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he feels so incredibly guilty about fucking a young woman like you senseless, because that's exactly what he's holding in his arms right now.

You're so close to your orgasm that you can barely hold yourself up and keep begging him to take you harder and telling him how good he feels.

You're practically hanging in his arms and he realizes how his heart skips a beat at the sight of you. How you give yourself completely to him and trust him.

It goes beyond the purely physical and before he can think about it further, he presses a heated kiss on your lips and gasps harshly, "Do you realize how deep I am inside you. I'd love to stay right there forever."

The control of your words slips away and you whimper, "Then do it."

You're not even really aware of your words, but Rick perceives them correctly and wouldn't have thought that those very words would make him twitch inside of you and he quickly reaches between you.

It only takes a brief touch to make you come around him, giving him his end.

Never in his life has Rick come so quickly and violently as he has inside you, and never has he felt the need to hold the woman in his arms afterwards and stroke the sweaty strands of her hair.

You're the first.

You feel like your body is no longer obeying you as you lie limp and deeply satisfied in Rick's arms, taking in his smell of wood and the soap he uses.

His body is so nice and wide and it feels like he can protect you from anything and everything.

Rick's eyes are locked on you and as forbidden and dirty as it may have felt, he doesn't regret it one bit.

Especially since he doesn't even want to imagine how you would experience it with another man than him.

Just the thought that another man could touch you the way he touched you makes him sick and at that moment it clicks in his head.

Now he can feel guilty because it's not just a physical thing for him. Not just sex.

He has a crush on a woman who could be his daughter.

Involuntarily, a "fuck" slips from his lips and you murmur softly against his chest, "What is it?"

At your soft and satisfied voice, his heart skips a beat again and he knows he's really fucked.

@positive-squid @hail-yourselves @mrsxreeves

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #twd #twd x reader #the walking dead #request

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Ooo hello! Can I please request a Tangerine x fem!civilian!reader where Tan and Lemon taught her how to defend herself just Incase, because Tan & Lemon have made a lot of enemies that could go after Y/n since she’s Tangerine’s gf. Then one day, one of their enemies did target Y/n, but she was able to free herself and defend herself before Tangerine and Lemon even arrived at the location she was being held

Self defense

Warnings- Guns, blood, angst and comfort

Tangerine hoped it wouldn’t have come to this, he really hoped. But with how busy he was and how much enemies he made everyday it was nearly impossible.

“Mate, honestly, I think if it’s bothering you so much just reach her how to fight.” Lemon suggested when Tangerine expressed his concerns.

Tangerine did a lot of thinking, and as soon as he got back he told you. He always kept a gun in the house just in case, but what if you couldn’t reach it in time? What if you didn’t know how to use it? What if- he had to teach you. There was no other way.

You hesitantly agreed.

So after days and days of you training, Tangerine had to leave again. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead, and said goodbye quickly. Lemon also said hi to you, as he waited at the door.

But they didn’t notice the man who was watching them from around the corner of your guys house.

“I see him. He’s with his partner. And there’s a girl inside too, I think it’s his wife.” He said, judging it based off the ring that tangerine had when he opened the car door.

“Oh, that’s even better. Check their call messages and texts every day and wait until he says he’s coming back, then before he gets there hold her hostage and wait for him. She probably doesn’t know where the money is.” His boss explained. This plan has worked way too many times.

“You got it, boss.” He said, walking away from the house and going back to his base.

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After a few days, the man had been checking the messages every day, hacking into your phone while you slept.

“Be back soon, love. 30 minutes away.” He texted, but you didn’t see it.

Perfect timing, the man thought. Unlocking your window with a knife and wedging it open. He quietly crawled inside, and landed in a bed.

This seemed to your guys bedroom, he thought. He looked around for a moment, but didn’t see anything. He opened up some drawers, to find clothes. There was also loads of books on the shelves.

He opened the door and quietly walked over to you, he stood over to where you were sleeping and had his hand on his gun.

But when he looked on the couch, you weren’t there. Instead, you were behind him. You held your own gun to his head instead.

“Fuck me.” He muttered, as you pushed it against his head.

“Put it down.” You said.

He slowly put the gun down on the floor, and put his hands up, he faced you now.

“What do you want?” You asked him.

“Ah, well you see, sweetheart, your husband owes my boss a shit ton of money. Half a million, to be exact. So, love, do you by any chance know where it is? Just tell me, because if you do kill me, my men are gonna be here in 20 minutes and they’ll blow your brains out and then your husbands.”

“I- I don’t.” You said.

“Well, that’s a shame. Hopefully your husband says so, otherwise I have to kill such a pretty face-“

You pulled the trigger, your hands shaking as you dropped the gun. He fell to the ground and his blood looked next to him, some of it getting on your shoes.

You started to shake, and cry. And then practically wailing as you held your face in your hands.

The door unlocked, and tangerine and Lemon entered.

“Hey, lo-“ he stopped as soon as he saw you and the man across from you.

He immediately dropped the key and went down next to you.

He hugged you as you cried, your tears hitting his back.

“T-T-Tan, I- he tried to kill me.I had to. I had to.” You sobbed. Lemon went over to the man and hit his head with his shoe, making sure he was dead. He picked him up, groaning and grabbing a garbage bag. He stuffed him into the garbage bag (not before spitting on his face) and opened the back door and threw him outside.

“It’s okay. You had to do it. It’s okay. It’s okay. He didn’t hurt you, right?” He muttered, he took the gun away from your shaking hands and set it aside.

“No. But that doesn’t matter.” You sobbed.

“Hey- Hey, look at me. Look at me.” He said firmly.

You looked at him.

“You had to do it. And I’m sorry. This is all my fault, alright? You saved me. You saved yourself. You did it because you had to. He was going to kill you.”

“H- He said t-that- that he was going to kill me and then kill you if you didn’t tell him where- where the money is!” You cried.

“He’s gone now. You’re safe. I’m safe. We’re safe, okay?” He said, hugging you again and rubbing patterns on your back. He picked you up and placed you into your bed. He noticed some drawers open, and the window open, he closed them both.

His eyes watered to at the possibility that you could’ve been hurt, all because of him. He cuddled with you and tried to calm you down until you eventually fell asleep.

He felt guilty. He got up, slowly, and made sure to not wake you up. He sighed as he left the room and saw lemon cleaning up some blood.

“Story of our life’s, right?” Lemon joked, trying to cheer up the mood.

Tangerine just sent him a look. And he saw that he’d been genuinely upset and nervous about this whole thing

“Mate, it isn’t your fault, alright? She’s safe now, that’s all that matters.”

“Who was he?”

“You remember that one guy from the Wales job? The boss? I think he worked for him. I remember seeing him.”

“We stole half a million, I think, right?” He said.

“Yeah, sounds about right.”

“Fuck. This is my goddamn fault.” He muttered, and kicked a chair.

Lemon sighed “No it’s not. Stop beatin’ yourself up. She’s safe, okay? She doesn’t care that he came for you, she only cares that you’re safe. That’s the best you can do for her. Just.. be there for her.” He said.

“You’re right.. thanks Lemon.” He said.

“Always, man.” He patted his shoulder, and Tangerine went back into the room.

#tangerine x reader #bullet train #bullet train x reader #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine bullet train #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson x reader #bullet train imagine

[neuroticboyfriend]

massive trigger warning for abuse/suicide on this one, but for anyone who thinks psych wards are about protecting people:

1. my friend was trying to choke herself. i begged the staff to help her, and they said she was only looking for attention. minutes later, they call a code, wrangled her to the ground, and forcibly sedated her.

2. a girl was upset because she couldnt call her dad past a certain time. she started screaming, and crying, messing up the front desk. 8 security guards took her down. they broke her arm and sprained her wrist.

3. i came back to my unit in shambles because the staff on hand did nothing to stop a fight. i had to remedy the situation myself. things like this happened often.

4. i was having a trauma meltdown during "quiet time." the youngest patient tried to comfort me, and staff told her to stop and go back to her room because i was "a big girl who can handle herself." i was an out trans guy. the staff member didnt speak to me at all.

5. they separate roommates if they become friends. but they put me and my friend together for the sole purpose of putting us on constant observation together. we had zero privacy, even in the bathroom (which they took the door off of). at state, if you're on C.O, they take away your clothes, possessions, and "privileges."

6. im a CSA survivor. i was forced to regularly occupy the same space as a rapist, no matter how many flashbacks it caused me. they even roomed him next to me.

7. i am intersex. at state, doctors forced me onto an anti-androgen. i refused at first; they labeled me noncompliant, extended my stay, and took away my "privileges" (ex: snacks, going outside, doing fun activities, socializing).

8. they left my friend in a padded room strapped to a table for hours. they then let her off the table and left her in the padded room overnight. she had to wait hours in the morning to be let out.

9. at state, kids have to choose between being forcibly injected with a sedative, or being locked in a padded room if deemed "necessary." your parents have to sign away most of their parental rights, and if they want to sign you out, they need to go to court. for months. the state owns you.

we were all children. none of what i said is a "bad apples" situation. things like this happened every. single. day. it happened at multiple hospitals. these places are made to control mentally ill and other marginalized people. they exist to abuse us into conformity, take away our autonomy, and keep us away from polite society. psych wards should not exist.

#softspoonie #disabled #disability #abuse #psychiatric abuse #psych hospital #psych ward #psych survivor #hospital #inpatient #mentally ill #mental illness #suicide #child abuse #physical abuse #emotional abuse #neglect #child neglect #antipsych #antipsychiatry #anti psych #anti psychiatry #psychiatry #intersex #trans #transphobia #intersexism #queerphobia #queer #lgbt

[hoe4sports]

Ruesha Littlejohn | “Your love lifts me up like helium.”

A/N: Just wanted to do a little something with this song. Listen to it if you’d like, it was the inspo for this piece of art.

Trigger warning: Depression like feelings, mentions of feeling like there is no hope. Mentions of ending life. Panic attacks.

Two days prior to this moment, the Republic of Ireland had touched down in Australia. We had a week before the actual fifa program would start. It was great as it gave us time to explore as well as getting to know the humid climate down under. The practices were going great, and I was trying to fit in as much touristy things as I could. Ruesha on the other hand, had seen Katie and Caitlin Foord walk out of Katie’s hotelroom together at 5 in the morning leaving the gorgeous blonde once again crushed to pieces. And how was I doing you may wonder? Well, me and Ruesha was sharing a room. I weren’t getting much sleep, and for all the wrong reasons.

I was woken up just after midnight by Ruesha’s crying. “It was 6 years of my life” Ruesha sulked as I tried to comfort her again. She was leaning against me while we were both camping out on her bed. “6 years I’ll never get back..” she kept going. “Nobody is ever gonna love me like her, I’m too old now” she said as she sniffed and wiped her nose on her sleeves. “Ruesh, you’ll find someone” I said as I yawned. “What if she also cheats? I’m pathetic. I’m never gonna be enough for a lifetime” she sulked as I rolled my eyes. “Okay, maybe little Rushie needs to go to sleep, yeh? Here, I’ll help you.” I mumbled as I forced her to lay down on the soft mattress. “Sometimes feelings get bigger at nighttime. That’s why you should be gettin’ some sleep” I said as a stroked her hair. I tried to stand up slowly as she closed her eyes and her muscles relaxed, only to make it to the end of my bed before she started crying again. She hadn’t slept alone for 6 years, and for the last week she had been sleeping next to me. “Okay, pretty girl, how about we sleep next to eachother eh?” I said as I scooted in and held her as her sobs quietly stopped. She was fast asleep, even snoring as I kissed the top of her head. “I’m gonna get you through this Rushie”

The next nights were followed by the same crying, only it was escalating every night. Sobbing turned into crying turned into hysterically crying. Tonight was night 7, and tomorrow we were playing against Australia and Katie’s new girlfriend. Ruesha had skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner today, and I was worried. Her normally bright eyes were tired and heavy. Her clothes fitting visibly looser now than just 7 days ago. “I’m never gonna be happy again” . That was the first sign of her nightly crying. “Nobody will ever love me again, I’m unloveable.” she continued. “I don’t have a house, a job or even a girlfriend anymore” I sighted as I could hear her starting to rumble. “Ruesh, I think you need to see a psychologist.” she looked at me with fear in her eyes and she snapped immediately. “I don’t need no psychiatrist or whatever!”. She crossed her arms, and looked like I had just offered her drugs. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” She shouted as she threw a pillow at me. I couldn’t stand it anymore seeing as I was getting 3-4 hours sleep every night because of McBastard and her new toy. I turned my back towards Ruesha as I fell asleep covering my ear with a pillow to dim her cries.

I was woken up violently two hours later by Ruesha being out of breath. She was hyperventilating,ugly crying and was hysterical. She was screaming and wheezing at the same time shaking as if her last day had arrived. I assessed her for a few seconds to figure out what the hell was going on. “Rushie?” I asked carefully as she looked desperately at me. Oh my, she was having a full blown panic attack. I hopped out of bed and sprinted across the room to get to her as quickly as I could. I sat myself behind her and held her tight trying to decompress her. “Breathe Rushie, take a deep breath.” I encouraged as she shook her head. I had panic attacks as a young teen, and I used to drink something to get it to stop. I desperately looked around me, and grabbed the closest bottle I could find as I took the top off it. “Here, drink Ruesha. It will help, I promise!” I said as she shook her head once again. “N-no!’ I’m n-not! I-I-I don’t deserv-“ she cried as the panic continued and took over her breathing. Jesus, Katie has ruined her making her believe that she didn’t deserve fucking oxygen. “Hey, hey, you, come here Rue rue” I said as I sat myself infront of her. “Touch my hands please” I said as I reached out my hands. She grabbed my hands quickly as she panicked. “Squeeze my hands, as hard as you can” i commanded and she squeezed. “Now, put your hands on your head” i said as I demonstrated the movement hoping it would open her lungs up. She moved her hands and placed them on her head while still desperately trying to catch her breath. I scooted closer to her, so we our noses touched. “Ruesha, it’s okay. It’s just a panic attack. We are gonna get through this.” I said as I stared into her stunning eyes. I couldn’t even imagine how her eyes were so beautiful even at her worst. I reached out and pulled her into my lap, as I squeezed her hard moving the attention away for the breathing. I stroke her back with decent pressure and kept forcing her to breath in a square. After a few mins of breathing together, she calmed down and flopped toward me. Her body starved of energy. We sat there in silence while I held her tight.

“Rue?”

“Mm?”

“We are gonna get through this together. I’m not leaving you, ever.” I said as I kissed the top of her head. “But tomorrow morning, we are going to talk to the coaches about this, okay?” I said as she nodded and laid down.

She turned herself towards me laying in my warm embrace her face close to mine as she fell asleep. I waited a good 30 minutes before I dared to fall asleep fearing that she might start panicking again. I spent the time admiring her features. I could tell if even one freckle had moved. She was just so beautiful. When she slept soundly, I allowed myself some rest. But before i fell asleep I touched her peaceful face. I leaned in towards her ear and whispered;

“When you hit the ground, I’ll be all you need Rue. I’ll love you everyday.”

*Ruesha pov*

I woke up at 7.30 confused. What had happened last night? I was confused as it hit me as a train. Panic attacks. Crying. Feeling like I didn’t deserve air. I turned around in the single bed finding Benedicte holding me as she slept soundly. She had been my bestfriend forever, even before I met Katie. I admired her before touching her face. It was first now that I noticed how beautiful her face was. Tan skin. Light pink full lips, all natural. Her light blue eyes shut as she slept. I decided to hold her as she turned around in her sleep as I realised that she had slept less than me as she was trying to fix what Katie had broken. I leaned in towards her ear and whispered; “Your love lifts me up like helium. I love you, B.»

Perhaps if I practiced while she slept, then I might work up the courage to tell her one day..

#woso imagine #ruesha littlejohn #katie mccabe imagine #Spotify

[cutiebia]

I love you too

/Levi Ackerman X female reader/

Summary: Y/N and Levi have established relationships that is purely sexual but Y/N is in love with Levi

Trigger: rough sex, fingering, degradation, minors denied

It was normal that many people in the survey corps slept with each other, no one wanted a serious relationship, they didn't want to get attached because they all knew there was a chance they wouldn't make it back, so to satisfy their needs many soldiers just hooked up with each other. Levi was never a fan of these hook ups and didn't engage in them, he would much rather just jerk off if he was horny. However that changed when a new recruit joined, the stunning and kind Y/N many people had a crush on her, and Levi just wanted to feel her all around, her soft body, tight pussy, he would never admit it to anyone not even to himself that he was in love that was just unacceptable.

One night however after a successful mission things changed, everyone was drinking and celebrating Y/N and Levi were the only one left in the dining area after all it was pretty late, they were just talking while sipping some more alcohol. They were playful with each other and Levi took the bottle for himself, as Y/N tried to grab it from him she ended up basically laying on his lap trying to grab the bottle. In that moment Levi couldn't hold back, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just that they were alone, maybe it was her tight shorts that showed her ass, he didn't know and didn't care. His hand had a mind of its own and grabbed her ass. She moaned loudly but didn't stop him. In fact she was dreaming about this, she was so madly in love with him. She sat on his lap properly and it didn't take long for them to start making out, that night was the first when they slept together, right there on the dining room desk, that night changed everything.

It all happened a few months ago, Levi wanted to keep it a secret and Y/N agreed, she was just happy that Levi wanted her. Since then every now and then Levi would call her to his office and they'd sleep with each other, Y/N never had the courage to tell him how she felt even though she wanted to many times over the months. Today Levi seemed really frustrated and Y/N noticed it she went over to him with a soft smile and his favourite tea. "You look stressed sir, here I made you your favourite tea." Levi looked up at her with a questioning look, he definitely didn't expect it, he just mumbled a quick thanks and took the tea from her. She turned around to leave but Levi stopped her. "My office tonight." That was all he needed to say Y/N turned around blushing slightly and nodded smiling at him, before walking away.

She couldn't wait for this day to be over, she was so excited to be with Levi that was all she could think about. Just him, she truly felt like the happiest girl ever, out of all the girls here, he wanted her and she couldn't be happier. Evening rolled around it was the time Y/N would usually go to Levi's office, she knocked on the door once and before she had the chance to knock again he opened the door and pulled her inside, pinning her against the door in the process and roughly kissing her. She couldn't help herself and moaned into the kiss. As soon as Levi heard her moaned he picked her up and carried her to the bed where he laid her down and started touching her all over.

She moaned again as she felt Levi touching her, his touch was always gentle and soft even though his kisses were rough. "I had a really stressful day so you're gonna be a good girl and let me do whatever I want." He whispered in her ear as he pushed his growing erection against her making her moan. Levi couldn't hold back anymore he tore off her clothes and slipped two fingers inside her, he groaned feeling just how tight she was, he kissed her neck fingering her roughly, she was moaning loudly she couldn't hold back the moans it just felt so good almost too good he was hitting all the right spots inside of her, soon he added another finger making her moan even louder. She was close and wanted to warn him but before she had a chance she squirted all over his hand and came hard on his fingers. Levi smirked at sight he was proud of himself, he took his fingers out of her and shoved them in her mouth making her lick them clean. "That's how I like it, such a good little fuck toy." His erection was painful at this point he took off his pants and without any warning started fucking her. She was moaning loudly, it was like music to his ears he left out a few soft moans himself. She reached out her hands for Levi and pulled him down into a kiss. Levi pulled away and flipped her over fucking her roughly in doggy. "T-too deep." She moaned out, Levi grabbed a fistful of her hair pulling her up and whispering in her ear. "Take it like a good girl you are." He groaned before biting her neck leaving small bite marks all over. His thrust were getting sloppy he was close, he flipped her around one last time and kissed her. "Cum for me you little brat." She moaned loudly as his whispers pushed her over the edge and she came, Levi followed close by as he pulled out and came all over her. He was breathing heavily, his hair was messy he smirked as he looked at her body painted in his cum, her legs twitching from pleasure.

"I love you Levi...." She whispered barely audible, but Levi heard it. He stared at her and he wanted to say something but she was already asleep. He stood up and cleaned her up. He walked over to a window in his office, he was deep in his thoughts. She really loved him.... He didn't know what to do, he was sure he didn't love her he wanted just sex and nothing more, but it was true that having her around fell nice.... He was confused, what should he do? He knew he had to respond to her when she would wake up. But what would he tell her? He needed a different approach. He tried imagining life without her, and it truly felt empty.... She brought happiness into his life, he fell for her and he didn't even realise it. He laughed softly, how stupid of him, not realising just how much she meant to him. He walked over to the bed, she was sleeping peacefully, she looked adorable. He kissed her cheek softly and whispered.

I love you too

#levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x y/n smut #captain levi smut #levi x reader smut #anime #attack on titan #levi ackerman #x female reader #levi x you #levi x y/n

[blueberrypancakesworld]

How do you think Eddie would react if his darling had a daddy kink? I feel like they'd hide it knowing his trauma and being worried of triggering him but one day it just kinda slips out!!

Secret

First of all, thank you very much for the request, dear anon. It was nice to write for Eddie again and especially on such a topic. I hope you and others enjoy this little collection of ideas. Have fun reading.

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I think his darling is definitely trying to keep the secret. Despite the fact that you've been together for a long time and met at the Asylum. You've been together ever since, had a beautiful wedding in a custom made wedding dress by Eddie for you. It was perfect, as was your wedding night.

A few months had passed since then and your life together couldn't have been better. While he took care of you and looked for new things to do, you stayed at home sewing or cooking, just like his beloved wife. You had many tasks to pass the time.

This also helped you to think about your sex life and your nights with Eddie. It also helped you think about your sex life and your nights with Eddie.

Not that you were dissatisfied with anything, you were more than satisfied with your sex life with Eddie. He was simply a gentleman who always made sure you had enough pleasure and excitement.

So too that night when he came home he pulled you into a hug and twirled you around slightly before giving you a heartfelt kiss. Letting his hands wander over his darling's body. ,,I need you darling" he murmured as he continued to spread kisses over her body and directed her towards the bed.

The clothes that were already spread around the room were the least interesting anyway. His and her attention was on each other. And she had already forgotten her mission, so to speak, as her mind became more and more clouded by lust.

As her arousal increased, his fingers moved over her body, massaging her breasts and lightly pinching her sensitive nipples. He smirked as the gasps and moans came from her lips. He knew he was giving her what she wanted.

More than once now she had moaned his name, wanting to tell him how good he was. But that was not what left her lips. It was something that made Eddie stop. ,,What did you call me?" he asked, not only pulling out of her but sitting at the end of the bed.

As the lust left her head and she realised what she had called him. Pulling the duvet lightly to cover herself a little, she looked uncertainly over at him. She couldn't quite make him out. His gaze was full of uncertainty and fear. ,,Eddie?" she asked cautiously, moving closer to him and waiting for him to relax so that she could take his hand in hers.

Just holding his hand for a moment, she seemed to be waiting for him to process what she had said. Why?" he asked, not looking at her but squeezing her hand lightly to communicate that he wanted to learn. ,,Eddie...I wanted to tell you earlier-but-but I didn't dare. I was afraid you would hate me for that because of your past," she explained, seeking his gaze. Searching his eyes for a sign of understanding. ,,I-it just slipped out in the heat of the moment," she tried again and was about to continue when he put a hand on her cheek and kissed her forehead.

Surprised, she saw that he seemed to have calmed down. ,,I'm not my father or my uncle...that was once. And now I have you my beautiful wife," he murmured and although she saw his pain, she was immensely proud of him for being so open about it before he suddenly had a smirk on his lips. ,,So daddy, is it going to stay that way or is it going to be a Sir too? What does my girl want?" he asked, whispering, and came closer to her, brushing a strand of her hair that had come loose from the braid behind her ear, his voice all the closer to her. While his fingers traced light circles on her hand.

Heat rose on her cheeks as his words not only went straight to her centre but also took her completely by surprise. ,,I-I...I'd like to go on, Daddy," she murmured and felt him push her lightly back onto the bed. She saw him place himself over her again and press her hand to his chest before he said, ,,You've been a good girl for daddy I think your honesty must be rewarded".

They were words of small wonder and love because as soon as they were spoken he was all over her body again. Now knowing what she wanted and needed, going faster and harder the more he used his nickname. Before they both lost themselves in the new feeling of lust.

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#outlast #outlast series #eddie gluskin #eddie gluskin x reader #reader is female #smutish #fluff #comfort #angst #hurt/comfort

[malencholic-nyx]

Okay, so I read @alhad-si-simran nd @appki-adrak-wali-chaii their post and it gave me the courage to share my story too. I feel very sorry for what happened to them, but I'm proud that they showed courage and didn't stay silent like a coward. I'm very proud of you girls and I'm proud to be your mutual..

trigger warning: rape nd sexual assault

1. This incident happened when I was 7 or 8 yo.. There's an orphanage where my father used to be a guardian and also acted as a teacher of sorts.. I used to go there with him too, and everyone there used to love me a lot, especially because I was a little girl. But there was a guy who was maybe 18-20 yo, who used to give me chocolates. One day, when there was no one around, he gave me chocolates and took me to the terrace.. nd then he started asking me weird questions like ''Do you know how to make kids?'' "Have you ever seen your parents having sex?" nd he started touching me inappropriately.I was too young and naive at that time, I didn't know what was happening. But he called one of his other friends over and they made me lie down.. his friend held my hands and he started removing my lower clothes.. he removed his pants.. he started rubbing his body against mine..They kept doing this until they came.. i was so scared of what was happening that my body went numb, my voice choked, and I lay there like a living corpse..I couldn't move or make a sound. It was like someone had buried me alive... after everything was over, they dressed me and told me not to tell anyone, threatening to kill me if I did..That scared the shit out of me.

But I somehow managed to tell a didi who was very close to me. But she refused to believe me because both of them were very good in academics and had a lot of respect..

2. The second incident happened when I was 11 or 12 years old..There is an aunty whom my father calls 'sister'. Her son was in 10th at that time. For some reason, his family and my parents had gone out, so we were alone at home..We were sitting at a distance, watching TV together.. Slowly, he started coming closer to me and touching me inappropriately. I started screaming and pushed him away to stop him. But he threatened me by saying that he would tell my parents if I didn't keep quiet. I was still traumatized from the previous incident and was afraid he might harm me..

But a miracle happened, and everyone came back home. He stopped and I don't remember what happened after that.

3. The third incident is so horrific that it may shake your belief in humanity, and it happened just last year..

Last year was a difficult time for me as I was dealing with depression and feeling extremely isolated. On top of that, I was having panic and anxiety attacks.One night, I was overwhelmed with anxiety and my body started trembling uncontrollably. I couldn't even feel warmth in my body due to the intense fear. I was unable to sleep, and my father found me in this state. He brought me close to him, hugged me tightly, and let me sleep beside him.I was not in a state to think much about it at that time due to my own distress. However, following that incident, my father started repeatedly inquiring about my well-being and started touching my intimate body parts such as my breasts, my lips, and so forth.. I felt very uncomfortable with this, and I refused to let him touch me.

One day, when there was no one else at home, he said that he had a headache and asked me to massage his head. I went to do it, but I didn't feel comfortable.. asa I went closer to him, he began touching me inappropriately, like touching my lips and cheeks in a disgusting way..

I kept screaming for help, but unfortunately, no one was home at that time. I screamed until my throat was dry. I summoned all my strength, pushed him away forcefully, and ran to the bathroom. I locked the door and stayed there for a while, trying to protect myself.. I tried to kill myself. I kept crying until my tears dried up and darkness covered my eyes. I took a shower and scrubbed myself until my skin turned red.I stayed in the bathroom for 5 hours until everyone else came back home..

However, I didn't tell anyone about this because I thought no one would believe me. My soul trembled, and my throat was choked with fear. I felt like I died inside right at that moment. At that time, I felt very helpless, vulnerable, and powerless..

But 4-5 months later, I accidentally told my mother about it in the middle of a conversation. However, she refused to believe me. Idk what happened between my parents, but my mother started suspecting me.. And she started taunting me im a slut, whorend so on and giving me threats on every little thing, saying that "you have broken my trust, either you live in this house or I will leave"

Living in my own house is a constant fear for me. I suffer every day just to survive. They won't let me go anywhere because they're afraid of what people will say, and they won't allow me to speak to anyone.

Even though the memories still haunt me and make my soul ache, I am now a strong person who won't be intimidated by anyone. I refuse to live in fear or be silenced by anyone.

I have come to realize that if I am not at fault, there is no reason for me to be scared. I will fight for myself and stand up for my rights. Why should I let my wrongdoers walk free? I don't believe in karma; I will take revenge on my own terms.

Please take care of yourself girls, from such disgusting monsters. And do not remain silent when the fault is not yours. You are strong, and no one can stop you.

[v3nusxsky]

Could you write a prequel of Could We Be Parents?

Motherhoods | fluff

*Authors note~I'm not sure how long this will be but I love it writing for momma Rissa and mommy r with my oc children. Anyone know any good programs or apps to use to draw up my oc children?*

Trigger warnings~ motherhood, PND mentioned

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You had given birth to your twin daughters Delilah Faye and Dahlia Rae two weeks ago. Larissa had been able to take two weeks leave from Nevermore and spend time with you and your two beautiful daughters. They were identical in every way, to the point others couldn't tell them apart but you and Larissa could. The subtle differences in their personalities and behaviours. Lilah liked to sleep and was often calm but Lia was fussy and didn't like to be put down. She was an amazing eater but her twin sister not so much. Having Larissa there to hold one twin while you fed the other was extremely helpful but knowing she'd be gone today was causing you to panic.

It felt like your daughters preferred their mamma, you fed them sure but it felt like that's all you ever do is feed and change them, no time to bond with either baby, but Larissa could. What kind of mother were you if you couldn't bond with them? You felt like you were failing as a mother already and they were only two weeks old.

Lia woke up crying for her six am feed and you instantly got her settled watching as your wife got ready for work. A few moments later Lilah woke and you panicked, although she wasn't crying you knew she was due her feed and the thought of her being hungry and alone while you tended to Lia was heartbreaking. "Hi my sweet girl. You're so sweet baby, yes you are. Momma will feed you next okay little love" your wife murmured checking on Lilah. You didn't realise it but tears were streaming down your cheeks. How could you do this alone? With Lia settled and asleep in her Moses basket you picked up Delilah and began to attempt to feed her. "Darling, you're doing such a good job and just know I'll be a phone call away okay? If you need me call okay?" Larissa reassured you before kissing your lips gently and bidding you goodbye. You were alone.

It was a strange but Delilah was fed and also asleep so you laid down in your shared bed and sleep claimed you. Your mind plagued with nightmares of you being a terrible mother, Larissa taking the girls and leaving you alone. It was horrid and to think it was all because you couldn't bond with them. You felt terrible and you knew mothers were meant to love unconditionally so why were you broken? Your body had grown and changed and carried them for nine months so why?

All day you'd done nothing around the apartment. The twins seemingly tag teaming you every chance they had, you hadn't gotten dressed showered or done any basic hygiene today. Delilah threw up her last feed which happened to land all over your top. Truly you couldn't help but cry. You made sure to put both now sleeping infants in their bouncing chairs before crawling over to the corner of the room and sobbing quietly to yourself.

In your upset haze you didn't even realise your wife return from work, you didn't hear her call out for you so when she found you in your current state all you could do was cry. Your hair and face a mess, clothes ruined as your breaths tried to regulate themselves you were mumbling about how you failed, a terrible mother, telling her to take the girls away she was unfit. "Couldn't stop them crying" you whimpered before she wrapped you up in her arms. "Sweetheart, why didn't you call me?" She murmured rocking you slightly being carful to not get spit up on her dress. "Need to be good mother can't rely on you" you whispered sounding absolutely broken, truly she hadn't realised you'd been feeling like this. She wanted you to bask in the beauty and glory of creating such beautiful humans.

A silence fell over you both as you struggled to contain your emotions. "Sweetheart, you are simply an amazing mother, I'm so in awe of you for carrying Lilah and lia for us and birthing them so beautifully, you've given us a family baby. Two little perfect miracles and I love our little family so much, let me take care of you okay?" She murmured kissing your head as you looked at your daughters. True beauty is what they were so you nodded and mumbled apologies until Larissa ushered you to bed to get some rest. Instantly you were asleep, the girls wouldn't need a feed for a little bit so Larissa set her plan in motion.

"Lia and lilah be good girls for auntie Mari okay?" She murmured kissing both sleeping infants heads before thanking Marilyn once more before heading out to grab some supplies. By the time she arrived back Lia had woken up fussy as Marilyn tried to soothe her. Quickly taking over she thanked Marilyn before soothing her daughter. Once Lia was settled, feed time was approaching so she often became fussy, Larissa drew you a nice bath lit some candles added a few rose petals and the lavender lemon scent you loved before waking you up.

Once the girls were fed, you headed for a soak in the water, Larissa readied the girls for bed and laid out a few gifts, just small things to make you feel special. She even dressed both infants in the "I love my mommy onsies." When you came back to the room you were greeted with two sleeping babies and a sleeping wife. Here and now you knew you were glad, although you felt bad about being a horrid mother you loved these three more than life itself, Larissa did all of this to make you feel special and remind you that no matter what those thoughts tell you, you're a wonderful mother and a wonderful wife.

Word count~ 1042

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #principal larissa weems #weems x reader #principal weems #weems #principle weems #anon requested #anon request

[insignificantfailure]

TW: Detailed descriptions of bullying, sh, abuse

I'm sorry, I need to get this off my chest.

Bullying ruined my life. I could've been so much different. I had so much potential. But when you're physically and verbally abused from the age of like 5 and that's all you know in society until about 16, those fears, learned behaviours to remain safe, responses to situations, insecurities, triggers... they remain the same even when you're 25, apparently. No matter how hard I try to heal, nothing works.

There's not a single week where I don't think about it, where I don't hurt, or get angry, or cry and break down wondering what went wrong and why it had to happen to me, while the people who hurt me are all living their lives without a worry nowadays. I tried to stay away from them as much as possible, I even moved away to the other side of the country years ago, but I heard bits and pieces from family and old friends.

One of them even has a kid. Sickening how that kid will never know how her mother had her friend completely keep someone from moving while she slapped, punched, pulled the hair and spit that someone. What a wonderful mother she must be now, her behaviours completely forgotten. Hopefully she won't traumatise someone else.

Or how that group of boys that used to corner me either alone or with people around that didn't care to step in when they beat until my tears mixed with blood, my screams either pleasure or an annoyance to their ears. Yeah, those guys are out and about in society, having normal jobs.

And this other girl. She's like really rich. She finished two universities. She has a lot of friends and hosts parties and is able to function in society. Well, maybe if she and her family didn't put me through that humiliation I'd be successful as well. Maybe I wouldn't be afraid of everything. Maybe my trauma wouldn't have forced me to drop out of two universities.

I wonder what happened to the guy who grabbed my wrist at school when he noticed my cuts (stupid me, I know), as he dragged across class showing everyone my arm while mocking me. At least it had taught me the valuable lesson on the importance of shoulders and thighs over wrists.

I do know what happened to the guy who forced me to the ground and held me there, stepping on me with his foot, kicking me while he was at it. He's a drunkard who spends all his money on betting now. Pitiful. But... I'm also pitiful for being unable to get or keep a job.

The girl who used to verbally abuse me? Humiliate me? Yell at me and call me names as her mother proudly watched and approved? Yeah, she's a nurse now. Haha. I bet she's so kind and helpful!

The boys who used to touch and grab me everywhere, at school might I add, purely because my body started to develop at like 11, well, they're alive and well too. They don't know how I'd love to carve my feminine parts out and never have to be sexualised again in my life. How I hate being perceived, how I despise having a body.

There was also this girl that was repeating the year at school and transferred to our class, she was scary to say the least. Well someone set me up with something, and the next day she had tens of people surrounding me in the school yard threatening me with being beaten up, having them all acuse me and yelling at me as she already raised her hand getting ready. I thought I'd not make it out alive ngl. Somehow I did.

This is not even half of it...

They bullied me for being me. For how I looked, for my family being poor, for my good grades (but I was useful for them when taking tests...), for my energetic side that I long let go of in fear of being hated again, for the way I ate (???), the way I talked and walked and existed. For my clothes, hair, family members. Anything you can think of.

And no one did anything. I always sit and wonder. How could my parents sleep at night when their child came home ugly crying and full of blood and bruises almost every day? Complaining about being slapped, kicked, punched, humiliated? How did they never take any action, why did they never comfort me, why was I being blamed for it? I mean, adults did their fair share in hurting me, but that's another story. And I'm not even talking solely about my family.

And why didn't the teachers stop the other group at school? Why was I blamed for "putting my body on display" and "allowing them" when I was literally 11 years old and just didn't have the courage to stand up for myself?

I never got any help.

And I think I'm beyond helping, beyond fixing. No therapist could fix what bullying did to me.

#vent #venting #personal #depressing shit #i'm sad #vent blog #mentally tired #anxienty #mentally fucked #bullying #trauma #trauma response #trauma recovery #trauma related #tw bullying #tw bullies #tw trauma #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #tw depressive #tw depression #tw anxiety #tw anxeity #anxi4ty #anxitey #anxeity #im exhausted #im so tired #i'm insecure #feeling insecure

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

Connor and the Brat {Part 2}

Trigger Warnings: Eating disorders, Aggression, PTSD flashbacks, graphic depictions of CSA (will put warning before so you can slip over it if you don’t want to read it) Minors DNI due to graphic CSA. Please remember to love yourselves and don’t read something that will impact you negatively ❤️

“They’re going to have to do something about the new admit upstairs.” Now Connor wasn’t normally one for hospital gossip but he had a feelings the nurses were talking about the girl from earlier in the day. He stopped at the nurses station and picked up a tablet pretending to be busy looking at notes.

“I heard she bit Chad when he tried to search her.

“I heard she just about put him in a headlock over it, the girl is definitely where she needs to be-“ The nurses turned at Connor wide eyed as he slammed the tablet onto the counter top and seethed over to them.

“Or maybe you should start looking for a new line of work if you can’t see trauma in a young woman.” The nurses stood there shifting their weight foot to foot clearly uncomfortable that they had been caught talking about patients by Connor.

“Or maybe you should go see for yourself. It’s easy to talk shit when you’re not the one that has to deal with her.” The other two nurses turned back at their colleague who had dared to open their mouth and Connor walked next to her staring down into her now terrified for like eyes.

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she’s scared of men. Which one of you thought it would be a good idea to have a man search her? That’s completely against protocol and-“

“Doctor Rhodes?” The young nurse was lucky as Connors attention was snagged by Dr. Charles calling to him and signaling him over.

“I suggest you watch how you talk about patients if you want to continue working here.” He whispered to her before walking over to Dr. Charles. “Yes?”

“I’m sure you’re aware by now the…issues we’ve come across on the psych wing.” Connor clenched his jaw and nodded. “Well it seems that Ms. Scott only wants to be seen by you, she won’t let anyone else near her.”

“But I’m not a Psychatrist, I can’t treat her.”

“No, but you can help make her comfortable so we can work with her.” Connor followed after him to the psych ward and watched as pretty much everyone steered clear of the woman he only knew as Brat.

“She’s in her room. Someone’s going to have to stand outside and make sure nothing happens. Room 1316.” Connor wasn’t sure who answered his unvoiced question but he nodded and started walking down the hallway, stopping once he reached her doorway. She was in black leggings and a plain black long sleeved shirt with the hospital gown over it, he guessed her roommate had brought some stuff by because she was also painting on a canvas.

“He didn’t just ask to search my clothes. He tried to ‘help’ me with my clothes.” Brat didn’t look up from her painting but he could feel the anger seeping out of her pores. He made sure someone else was at the doorway (thankfully not Chad) before silently crossing over and sitting down on the other bed across from her.

“You were being non compliant, but you’re right he had no right to touch you.” She slammed her paint brush down, flecks of black splatter painting the white tiles and she glared at him.

“I asked for a female nurse but they were all busy. So I said I would wait and then this man just tells me I’m being difficult and manhandles me into this room…what did anyone think would happen?” Well that was certainly a different story than the nurses were spitting downstairs but of course Connor should have known better. Ellis and Olivia were known to be the bitchiest out of the psych nurses and the ones most likely to gossip.

“What are you painting?” He nodded towards the painting long forgotten on the floor. What looked to be a scream character looming over a young girl as she laid in bed.

“My father.”

TW: Graphic CSA memory ahead do not read if sensitive to this.

“My mom got remarried when I was 6, I can’t remember if he did anything before they got married or if it was just a child intuition by my mom said i cried and begged her not to marry him. The first clear memory I have of this is I was 7. We had just moved into a new house and I had a pretty purple room, my mom and step father were chemical operators and worked swing shift alternating between day and night shift. I had school that day and my step father had been working nights and was taking me to school and my mom was getting ready for work. He came into my bed and sat me on his lap before putting his hand down my pants and petting my pussy, that’s the best way I can describe it. It’s not like he was full on trying to make a child orgasm or something more like he was worried I was going to scream and was just barely touching me. This continued for about a week and I remember sitting with my mom in the living room and telling her that he petted me. She asked me what I meant by that and I told her and she said that we would just talk to him about it later. Talk about to like it was the most normal conversation to have im the world. I would also like to add in here that he was a very violent man and I was a very small child. He would drag me around by my hair if I was in trouble or ‘spank’ me with a belt but I would have bruises all up and down my legs and back. I knew he would probably beat the shit out of me for telling my mom so I just told her I lied. It professed over the years to the point he was actively raping me. I remember one time it was before school when I was 17 and he was made I wasn’t wet for him. Like I’m sorry dude but you’re fucking disgusting and the only reason you’re not in jail is because I’m terrified no one will believe me and then you’ll kill me. Anyway he left his cum on my sheets. Later that day I was in trouble for hitting a girls car at school and I had cut my wrists. My mom was acting like i was being the most dramatic child and that’s when I told her what had been happening. She went down to my room and saw the stains on my sheets. The rest is history. So yeah. I think I have a right to not want a man to touch my clothes.”

Connor sat there staring at the woman in front of him. To anyone else it would look like she was cold and unfeeling but he could see how she had tended up and wanted nothing more than to crawl in on herself. She was being strong because she had to, she had never been able to count if anyone but herself her entire childhood. He reached slowly, gauging her reaction, before gently putting his hand on her knee but she didn’t jerk away.

“No one should ever touch you like that, and you should have never gone through that. But people love you and people want to help. And I’m so sorry that your first impression of the people here were like that, but not everyone is like Chad, Olivia, or Ellis. The best thing you can do? Get better so you can leave here and rub it in their shitty faces.” She let out a small smile and their moment was interrupted by a throat clearing behind them.

Ellis.

“Visiting time is over Dr. Rhodes.” Her brown eyes were cold and he had no doubt that she had heard everything he had told Brat.

“Can you come back tomorrow?” Her hand gripped his wrist as he was about to stand and she looked so small and fragile even though she was a fully grown adult.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.” Connor walked out and saw Dr. Charles waiting for him at the desk. “She was sexually abused by her step father.” He nodded and he could see the anger in the older man’s faces.

“Her file from Brookdale came in, I just thought it would be more beneficial for her to tell someone she actually wanted to tell on her own terms.”

#chicago med #one chicago #connor rhodes #connor and the brat #connor rhodes x reader

[andguesswhat]

Diary of a mall Santa Claus

8

Burden Day

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Armie has a sinking feeling in his stomach. He sees the child and the mother and knows exactly what is going on. The mother has her ideas and because the girl doesn't act like it, she rages. So Armie ends up with a crying child on his lap and just feels bad. He tries to ignore the suddenly over-friendly mother talking to him and focuses only on the crying girl. "Hey... look, I'll show you a secret!" he says quietly, briefly brushing his white beard from his face and making a silly face before smiling warmly at the girl, who gladly stops crying. He hears the mother rage because she told her daughter that this is the real Santa Claus and now he ruined everything, but Armie doesn't care. The girl cries again, so he slowly strokes her back with his hand. "What's your name?" The girl doesn't answer. "I'm Armie. And that ugly little elf over there is Timmy." "He's not ugly," the girl protests.

"No?" The girl shakes her head. "No, he isn't. You're right,” Armie admits. “I just said that because I'm probably a little jealous because he's so pretty and I'm so ugly." "You're not ugly either." "I’m not? Well, that's nice of you to say, my little mystery lady with no name. I was afraid you'd think I was ugly because you were crying." The girl shakes her head. "So do you want to be my friend? I could use one." Armie continues. "This elf with that cute laugh gives me hell every day because I don't wear fancy jingling, tinkling clothes like he does." The girl giggles and nods, "Ok."

Armie raises his hand and the girl strikes.

“Yay, I have a cool little friend", Armie says triumphantly, "Now I can make that stupid little elf jealous. Thank you!”

“You should be friends with him, too," the girl says seriously, "so you don't have to be jealous anymore. I think he is nice.”

“Yeah, I guess, you are right, my clever mystery lady. I’ll ask him later if he wants to be my friend, too. He is nice you know. I'd like to be his friend. But what if he says no?"

"I don't think he will say no. He smiled at you as if he likes you."

"How attentive of you to notice that. Ok, I believe you. You are a clever little lady. I'll ask him later."

The girl smiles at Armie with a content smile.

But then - "Thank God, Emily, you finally came to your senses!" the unnerved mother shrieks. "Can I take the picture now?" The girl's body immediately tenses again and Armie immediately rubs her back again. "On the count of three, you may pull my beard!" he whispers in her ear, and realizes relieved how the girl relaxes at least a bit and smiles at this.

The photo is taken and as they wave goodbye to each other afterwards, Armie sees Timmy looking at him, smiling at him. Warmly, very warmly. And it triggers something in him that he's never felt like this before. He just wishes he really deserved that feeling. And that smile.

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#Charmie advent calendar #Charmie fic #Day 8 #charmie

[sniperjade]

Broken Souls and Blood-stained Choices

Trigger Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

There was a hole in his soul that no amount of booze or cigarettes could fill. He still felt the ghostly ends of her fingertips over his skin and the wet slide of her tongue on his neck. His senses had burned as they brought themselves to the brink again, and again.

Phoenix.

She didn’t care that his blood was as black as tar. Here it didn’t matter how hard he tried to climb, the sins of his family tarnished him all the same. He liked to think he could be a good guy in another life, but this degenerate backwater of a city never gives second chances.

She, however, was pure and good and set him on fire in all of the best ways. They would argue until they were both red in the face, screaming until their frenetic energy peaked, and they ended up tearing each other’s clothes off while curses still echoed in the air. He was addicted to her mind just as much as he was to the lean curves of her body, but he loved it when they combined the two.

Her absence hurt.

He refused to believe she would just leave.

All of the signs pointed to Riddle.

Riddle had a reputation for making girls disappear, and Draco didn’t look very far when she did just that. The room she had rented above the seedy dive bar was totalled. They hadn’t left a trace of her, ripping everything to shreds and leaving only rubble behind.

Dolohov said all the wrong words as his blood dripped from Draco’s fingers. Lies. Nothing but lies. He claimed he didn’t even know her name.

Greyback wasn’t much better. Draco wrapped him in chains until he was forced to crouch on all fours like the dog he was. He said she didn’t exist, choking it out through the mess that used to be his mouth.

Draco left a trail of corpses behind him all the way to the Riddle. Like an angel of vengeance, he tore down the death eaters in his path. Riddle’s foul underlings in their garish masks. At least he was ridding the city of their rotten influence. Maybe one day they’d say he was a hero.

Draco laughed as his fists pummelled into Riddle again, and again.

“I didn’t do it!” Riddle pleaded, his face red. “I never touched a girl called Phoenix. The others, sure. All those hookers with their disrespectful mouths and insolent looks. They deserved their deaths.”

The sound of the gun cocking filled the room.

Draco frowned as he felt the cool metal against his temple and looked up.

“Mr Malfoy, you’re under arrest for the murder of Antonin Dolohov, Fenrir Greyback and countless others.”

He couldn’t believe his eyes. “Phoenix?”

“It’s Captain Granger actually,” she replied quietly, her eyes downturned.

“Why?”

“I had to do something, there were so many deaths,” She sounded strained, “and I didn’t know you’d go this far.”

“I love you.”

Her voice broke. “I know.”

I won an award this round!

Admin’s Choice this week was an excellent example of Noir: a dark crime story with a morally ambiguous Hermione, a “burn it all down” Draco; a Noir with a very gritty feel.

Ironically though it was also my last round as I didn't make it into the top ten. I'm actually kind of relieved because I did not realise how stressful this competition would be. At least now I can go to bed on Saturday night at a reasonable hour instead of waiting for the next week's theme to post at midnight. In all though, I was actually really happy with how I did to last till the seventh round. There are only two more rounds to go so I think it's quite an accomplishment especially considering I was only planning to last the first three.

Huge thank you to the organisers as it is a very well-run competition.

#Dramione #LDWS #Hermione Granger #Draco Malfoy

[softxsuki]

i’d like a male jjk n/or aot matchup please🥹 thank you so much i’m SOOO excited

personality type: sag sun, leo rising, scorpio moon, isfp-t, introverted prefer hanging with people one on one, funny, caring. sentimental, romantic, i make art, jewelry, n clothes n sell them n am learning to tattoo, my love languages are gift giving n words of affirmation, i like driving around, reading, playing the drums, makeup, shopping; flowers, listening to music, journaling, cute plushies n stickers, i hate anxiety, bugs, bigotry, loud people, comedy movies, etc

in relationships i like reassurance without having to beg for it, being spoiled n doted upon, random gifts, giving love letters (i’ve never gotten one but i’d really love one!!), stealing hoodies, encouragement, consistency; someone trying to grow n better themselves, someone really understanding, matching anything, seeing each other often, petnames!!!, communication, i dislike the obvious things such as disloyalty, etc; i hate non chalant behavior, not keeping to their word, feeling like a bother, them not carrying their weight, someone too logical it’s dismissive, someone who isn’t romantic, someone following lots of girls on insta, etc (i’m insecure n have lots of trauma n triggers)

question heehee: how would they react to me being super drained n low energy? or what would they be attracted to in me? (whichever you like better)

1000 Follower Event Matchup #35

This event is CLOSED. The masterlist is here.

Note: Hope you enjoy :) sorry for the wait.

I match you with: ITADORI, JEAN

Runner-up: Yuuta, Armin

Itadori:

No because after the recent episode, I’m convinced he’s absolutely perfect

He’s so kind and respectful to everyone!!!! AHHHHH

Although he is an extrovert, I think sometimes introverts and extroverts can make a great match and they bring out qualities in each other that they wouldn’t have known about otherwise

He thinks it’s so cute that you make jewelry and clothes and is always telling everyone about your little business whenever he has the opportunity to

You’re learning to tattoo? He offers to be your test subject so you can do one on him one day for practice (he even tries dragging, Nobara, Megumi, and Gojo with him too lol)

Itadori is always spoiling you with physical gifts and words of affection/compliments; it just naturally comes out of him at this point since he cares for you so much

How does he react to you being super drained?

He worries for you, and tries to encourage you to take a break

Whenever you’re ready to talk about whatever has you this way, he’d be waiting to hear you out

In the meantime though, he just holds you close and cuddles with you, whispering sweet words in your ears in hopes that it helps in the meantime

Jean:

This was tricky, but I decided on Jean

Even though in the beginning he was someone who didn’t put his all into his work and was a bit of a coward, I feel like he grew a lot as a character and became someone that deserves respect and love

He’s loyal to his friends and even gave Eren the benefit of the doubt at times despite how much they didn’t get along, he was able to think rationally even when he lost one of his closest friends 

Jean would be very loving and caring to you as his lover, you’d become the only one he has eyes for and he’d do anything to make you happy

I imagine he’d be very romantic, picking flowers for you and surprising you with them on his way back from training, kissing the top of your hand as a greeting, romantic escapes at night to watch the stars or have a quiet, peaceful picnic together

It would be really cute

What about you is attractive to him?

Probably your ability to move forward and even give him a chance despite whatever you went through in the past

He admires your strength to keep pushing forward and strives to be the same so he can become a man you can truly rely on

Aside from that, he’s so in love with you that any little thing you do is attractive to him, even the things you hate about yourself

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Posted: 9/6/2023

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[riahlynn101]

"What Should Have Been (in a Better Universe)."

(One shot)

Summary:

It's Tenko's seventh birthday!

In one universe, he spends it alone, losing his fight against the bitterness that is slowly taking root.

This is not that universe.

Trigger warning: Implied/referenced child abandonment.

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“Happy seventh birthday, little brother!” Hana shouts, throwing a rectangular-shaped present at him. It lands off course, hitting the side of his bean bag chair. Probably because his sister refuses to put their baby cousin down. 

Izuku was dropped off by Auntie Inko a few weeks after he was born. Their parents never told them why, only that their cousin was going to stay with them for a while. It must have been bad, though, because Auntie Inko still hasn’t come back a year-and-a-half later. 

Either way, Izuku-or Zuchan as Hana and he like to call him-has fit into their family seamlessly. Even their father has eased up on all his rules and restrictions, at least enough to allow them all to play heroes in the backyard and let Tenko have an All Might-themed birthday party. 

Their mom and father have tried to explain to them, Zuchan included, that he is their cousin. But it’s always fruitless. When it comes to Izuku, no one can remember to refer to themselves or others in the correct relation to him (“go ask your m- aunt,” he remembers his father catching himself. “Izu, your brother and sister-” he overheard his mom say.)

Sometimes, he secretly hopes auntie never comes back. 

He looks down at the present, pausing his video game. With eight fingers he picks it up. The wrapping paper is sleek and shiny, All Might’s catchphrase is printed in cursive writing across all sides of the package. 

Tenko rips into the wrapping paper, being mindful not to disintegrate the present. He allows the last of the paper to turn to ash and fall to his bedroom floor (he’ll have to sweep later, his dad might be scary when grandma is mentioned, but mom is scarier when it comes to keeping a neat house). He pulls out a brown box.

With a dramatic sigh that makes his siblings laugh, Tenko uses decay on the box. A piece of folded cloth falls into his lap.

“Huh?” He says, carefully holding it up. “What is this?”

“You don’t know?” Hana asks, sounding genuinely surprised. 

“Obviously not.” He tilts his head from side-to-side. It resembles a large, white curtain with a small golden chain connecting one corner to the other. 

It’s Hana’s turn to give a dramatic sigh, though only Zuchan laughs. “Tenko, that’s grandma’s cape!”

Fearing the worst, Tenko throws the offending item out of his hands. If their father sees-

“Father was the one that wrapped the gift, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He sends her a skeptical look. 

Their father, despite how relaxed he’s become in regard to heroes, has held steadfast in his hatred of their grandma. It seems odd that he’d willingly give this to Tenko. He forces himself to move past his shock, in favor of asking another burning question.

“But…don’t you want to be a hero?” 

“Nah, I love playing with you and Zuchan, but I think I wanna be a teacher. Father asked me if I wanted it, and I said no.”

“Oh,” he responds, gathering the cape onto his lap. “What made him change his mind about grandma?” 

Hana shrugs her shoulders. “I have no idea. Probably hit his head or something. Or maybe he got replaced with a doppelganger.” 

Tenko shakes his head, giving his sister a double take. “Doppelganger?” He asks, standing up. 

“Mhm! Ava- the really popular girl in my class with a water quirk, told me that it’s really common. Everyone has one. One day you’ll just be minding your business, and your doppelganger will-”

“Kids, time for dinner!” Their mom calls. 

“Saved by the bell,” Tenko mutters to himself, petting his baby brother’s soft curls. A horrified look has taken over his angelic face. “Don’t listen to Hana, Zuchan, she tends to make stuff up.”

Hana looks absolutely indignant. She huffs, stomping her foot. “Do not!”

“Do too!” Tenko shoots back, hands on his hips. 

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Booger-eater!”

“Well, you used to eat crayons!”

“Nuh, uh!” Hana yells. 

Izuku looks between his two older siblings, like it’s an intense tennis match.

“Yeah, huh, mom told me so!”

“Kids!” Their father calls up to them. 

Hana makes a noise that doesn’t sound even remotely human. She turns on her heels, leaving his bedroom. 

Tenko gives a small, reassuring wave at Izuku. He’s still too small to realize that their insults are all in good fun. But rest assured, one day, he too will be forced to partake in being insulted. 

Apparently it’s good practice in being humbled, or so Hana claims. 

Once they’ve left, he smiles down at the- no, his cape. His very first one! And this one used to belong to a real life hero!

He hugs it close to his chest, bouncing in place.

Wow! He can just picture it now, fighting villains and saving people. 

Even though grandma wasn’t the best mom, Tenko hopes he can make her proud!

-x-x-x-

“This is sooo good, thank you, grandma,” Hana says between mouthfuls of food. It takes exactly one disapproving glance from their father for her to shut up. 

“It’s no problem, dear.”

Tenko eats his gyoza, staying quiet. His grandma, Mako, makes the best gyoza. Something about it makes his mouth water just thinking about it. 

Izuku sits in his highchair beside him. Gyoza has been cut up on his plate into little pieces, along with a small helping of rice porridge. The stuff never fails to make Tenko gag, it looks repulsive. But apparently his baby brother enjoys it, so to each their own (he supposes). 

“Tenko,” his father starts, once dinner has been cleared away, “did Hana give you our present?”

Mon-Chan, who must have been sleeping somewhere for the last hour, brushes up against him. Casually and not at all very obvious, Tenko reaches down to scratch her fluffy head. “Yes, sir, she did.”

“And did you like it?”

He takes a minute to analyze his father’s words, trying to see if there’s a possibility this is a trap. Cautiously, he nods. “Yes, a lot, thank you.”

And, to Tenko’s shock, his dad gives a bright smile. It, in an odd way, reminds him of that photograph Hana showed him a while back. 

“I’m happy you like it. Your grandma would have wanted one of you to have it.” He looks down at the table, smile lessening a bit. “She would have been….so proud.” 

His mom pats dad’s shoulder. A calm presence, to their dad’s chaos.

Tenko can feel his eyes misting up. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs, because that’s all the reassurance he needs to continue on his path to becoming a hero. It’s not a “sorry” exactly, but it’s a step forward in the right direction. 

-x-x-x-

Later that night, curled up in bed, Tenko can’t stop smiling. 

Directly across from him, he can see his baby brother sleeping peacefully. The sight makes him smile even larger. He giggles, turning over to face the wall. 

This has to be his best birthday ever!

#mha au #mha fanfiction #young izuku #Inko is a shimura #cross posted on ao3 #hana shimura #young tenko shimura #kid fic #everyone lives