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olsenmyolsen · 10 months

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Waltz

Part 35 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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GrOrange??

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Y/N POV

"I swear you don't even like candy."

"That's not true!"

"Well, I've never seen you eat it!"

"You've seen me eat ice cream."

"First off Pumpkin Ice Cream and Liz-"

"Well, as my girlfriend, I know you've seen the pic of-"

"Besides the Blue Airhead for that one movie."

As I walk up and down the aisles of the local H-E-B, I hear a huff through my AirPods. "Ugh- well... That's because I like having perfect teeth." I hum. "That's true. Your pearly white smile is one of the most stunning things on this planet." I hear a small laugh on the other side of the phone. "But that doesn't mean you can't live every once in a while, Liz. Cavities come all! Plus, I know you celebrities have freaky dentists who fix everything in one week!" I pick up an enormous mixed bag of chocolates and begin inspecting it.

"That is not true! My body and teeth are like this because I take care of them- don't you dare roll your eyes at me!"

I drop the bag of goodies into my cart and quickly scan the area around me. Not a Liz in sight. "How did you know I was doing that??" I ask, a little scared. Not gonna lie.

I hear Liz laugh again. "Every time you go to roll your eyes, you always take a quick breath in. I heard it through the phone." My mouth opens slightly in thought. "And now your mouth is open. Ooh, and let me guess?! You have your tongue being squeezed between your teeth!"

"Stop doing that!!" I notice I shout a little too loud as a woman books it out of the same aisle as me. "You're a freak," I whisper into the phone call. "Takes one to know one. Why are we whispering?"

"Because I looked like a freak."

"Oh well, that's nothing new." A loud laugh echoes through my AirPods. As good as a burn that was, I can never ever pout or faux being mad when that angelic laugh worms its way into my ears. "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"Yeah, yeah."

I pick up another mixed bag of candies. Sour this time. "Warheads, yay or nay?" "I wouldn't know." I huff. "Okay." I put the Warheads down and pick up a small bag. "Sour straws?" "Are they good?" "You're really not being a big help right now. Because, of course, they're good!"

"Then sure. Get what you want. This was your idea."

I place the bag of sour straws into the cart. "That sounds like you don't like it." My smile falters a bit.

"I like it, but babe, we're only renting this place for a short period of time while I film."

"Right..." I say, weaving my cart around people in the middle of the aisle. "That's why I want to do something for the time we're here—I mean, Liz, Halloween's literally in two days. Let's give those kids one more extra house to hit up for some candy! It'll be fun!" I stop the cart in the frozen section. "I'm looking at some very unhealthy frozen burritos right now, by the way."

"Please don't get those." She begs. "And you're right. Let's be welcoming and make the most of the time in this house."

I close the freezer door with the box of burritos in hand. "Thank you!" I pause. "Is there a reason you were hesitant? I mean, I know you were weeks ago when I suggested it. But you seemed fine about it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure you or anything."

I feel a sense of pride wash over the conversation as I ask these questions. Liz and I have talked about being open and honest time and time again, and here we are doing it. I'm proud of us.

Therapy helps but not as much as when Liz tells me why she was upset three Fridays ago when the waitress we had for lunch touched my arm one too many times. Or how I was honest the previous month and told her that I kept my TikTok but deleted Twitter and privated Instagram. Not because of her but because listening to strangers opinions wasn't doing me any good.

"Oh, honey. No. No, you didn't! I think..." I hear Liz sigh. "I think my mind jumped to tricking myself into thinking we were moving too fast, but that's literally the definition of us plus..." She stops again, worrying me a bit more as I hit the checkout lane. Hmm, busy tonight. "The other day, I got hit with a feeling. It was like dejavú, but it wasn't?? I don't know. But I was reminded of living with Robbie, and I think without realizing it, I was letting it eat at me and affect my mood. So I'm sorry for that..."

"That's okay. You don't have to apologize, Liz." I reply. "How are you doing now? Do you still have the feeling or-"

"No. I don't." She clears her throat. "Because when I critically thought about it for more than two seconds with a clear head. You're not him and will never be. And I love that. Making the most of this time together. Testing out the waters of living together and being with you. That is what I want."

"I can feel my cheeks getting warm now because of you, Miss Elizabeth Chase." Liz laughs into the phone as I scan the wall of temptation they put at checkout. "God, you're such a dork. But you're my dork. I love that about you."

"Is that the only thing?" I grab two bags of Corn Nuts, Twix, Sour Patch Kids, and only Blue Airheads adding them to the cart of healthy food and junk food.

Lizzie's side vs. my side.

I literally never had salmon before she made it for me, so I'm learning.

"You just want to hear me praise you."

"You're right. I didn't get enough last night!" I wiggle my eyebrows to me and only me.

"Oh my god! You totally do have a praise kink!" Liz yells into my ears, forcing me to get startled and blush all at once. I turn around to make sure no one can hear me or saw me jump. Luckily everyone is in their own world. Well, except for the cashier, who is staring at me.

Why is she waving me forward?

Oh, wait...

I'm next in line.

"No, I don't! Also checking out now. I'll call you in the car. Love you!"

"Checking who out?? Oh wait- No- We're not done with this conversation."

"Yes, we are, and maybe I do!"

"Love you too! Y/N-"

I quickly end the call and take out an AirPod to try and appear as less rude as I could be to the friendly cashier. "Hi. Sorry." I offer a kind smile as I finish putting the groceries onto the conveyor belt. "It's alright." She sends back a smile and begins beeping my food. Giving my mind and hands some extra seconds of free time, I turn around to glance at the (mostly) bullshit media magazines.

How Long Is ScarJo Going To Hide Post-Baby Birth? - US Weekly

35 Of The Hottest Celebs Under 35 - Gossip Daily

Jamie Lee Curtis and Daughter Open Up About Ruby's Journey Coming Out as Trans - People Magazine

First Look at Phoebe Bridgers Out With New Beau Since Split With Paul Mescal. We're Just As Surprised As You! - E!

I trail my eyes across other media-targeted magazines before returning to the stupid Gossip Daily one. Not because I care but because a picture of my girlfriend is on the cover in the bottom left-hand corner.

She looks beautiful and is smiling, a smile that makes her glow. But this is from a movie premiere, not for a magazine shoot. I begin to flip through before stopping and scoffing in disgust at how my friends like Aubrey and Scarlett and how my Liz are treated. I turn back to the card machine and cashier.

"Not a fan?" I look up from searching for my card to the cashier whose name tag reads Georgia. "What?" I ask, unclear of what she's talking about. "The magazine?" She points to the one I held. I shake my head. "Not really." Georgia makes an agreeable hum before giving me the total. Sometimes I forget how expensive everything is on this side of the country. The beeping of the machine happens as I pull out my card. "Have a good one." She hands me my receipt. "And enjoy those gross burritos!" I laugh. "I plan on it!" She laughs back before I turn away to walk out of the store and into the warm dusk of the parking lot.

As the cart rattles along the asphalt, I'm pulled from my phone when I hear a group of teenage girls laughing.

Why is that sound so scary? I think this to myself every time I'm out somewhere and hear a group laugh. I'm older than them. My life is good, so why am I scared??

I take a quick look as they walk by. One of the girls must've smelt my fear because, within a second, she is up and looking my way. I send a shy smile that gets returned before her eyes widen as I pass by.

I know what she saw.

Elizabeth Olsens girlfriend. Her assistant. Her new musically inclined partner.

As I put a little skip in my step, I heard a hushed but loud "omg, that was her?!" "who??" Followed by a mishmash of my name and being referred to as something related to "Lizzie Olsen."

"Hey!"

Why did I park so far?

"Excuse me!"

I sigh and slow my steps.

Now before we continue.

Have I been recognized for me being me? Yes. Clips and audio from the show held a couple of months back did wonders for my "imagine" (ew) and new Spotify, even after the rumored falling out between Rob- Mr. Arnett, and myself. Most of the time, if I am ever seen, it's mainly by fans of Liz. Who I love and have been so very sweet to me. However, sometimes I want to buy junk food and not be known. But to be with Lizzie, I'd take a million pictures and answer any Scarlet Witch-related questions they have.

"Yes?" I turn back to the group of three. All of their faces light up as they see that, yes, their friend was right. "You're Y/N Y/L/N, right?"

"I am," I answer with a smile. "Oh, my God! I love your music!" What? "I'm sorry?" I say, unsure of if I heard her correctly. "I love your music!" She says as the main one pulls TikTok up on her phone and shows me... well me.

She clicks on a duet I made of a clip from the live show. In the video, I explain how much I love the song that was written between him and I, so much so that I covered it for myself.

That Funny Feeling - Y/N aka @yeahitsY/NY/L/N (That Funny Feeling by Phoebe Bridgers)

"I love your version so much more!" The main one of the three closes out her phone and says to me. I smile and thank her. "Sorry, what's your guys' names?" I look over the three. "I'm Kat!" The one with the phone waves. Her friend in the blue jacket speaks, "I'm Willow." I nod my head before looking to the last girl, who's wearing a set of burgundy overalls. "Hi. I'm Holly." I smile at each one before I greet them with my own name.

"So, what are you doing here?" Willow outright asks, earning a slap on the arm from Kat, who immediately apologizes for her friend's behavior. I can't help but let a small smile form on my face. "I'm sure you already know." I bite my tongue and raise my eyebrows, questioning them. Kat's face lights up again to my answer. "Wait! Are you saying I'm literally in the same state as Elizabeth Olsen!!" She grips onto her friends arms. I'm sure to stop herself from jumping up and down.

This time Holly apologizes for her friends actions.

"Oh, my God. Wait stop. You two are so cute together!" Kat starts speaking again. I blush at that comment. "I can't believe we ran into you!" "Yeah, at H-E-B of all places." Willow snarks while looking at my cart.

Oh no. Please don't say anything about the burritos.

"Can we get a picture?" I move my gaze from the burritos to Kat and think. Ummmm. "Sure." I nod my head and move the shopping cart to my side. I let each one grab their own phone out as I position myself behind them. "We'll do one group pic on someone's phone, and then we each get a selfie," Kat speaks to the other two, who agree that Holly takes the group photo.

"Oh, this looks so good!"

I take a glance at each of their phones, and I have to agree the photo does look really good. Especially against the orange sky. "Can we tag you?" Willow asks without lifting her head up from her phone. "Sure, why not." My Instagram is private, but I can still see other people's stuff.

"Y/N?" I turn my head to Holly, who has her phone away. "Yeah?" "When are you releasing new music?" I tilt my head slightly and think. Over the last three months, I've been trying to write as much as possible. Mainly while Liz is on set, but I haven't been delighted with anything I've written. It's primarily a lot of angry songs that don't go anywhere.

I think that's why Liz made the executive decision of making me her assistant. To help me get away from the stress I was putting on myself.

But that's not to say it's all lost. I think new music will come.

Eventually.

"You know... I'm not sure." Holly hums, and it looks like she's about to say something else before Willow cuts her off. "So what are you doing now? If not music?"

"Uhh.. Liz's assistant, I guess.." I just about mumble out that I'm saying it out loud.

"What's your favorite color?" "What?" I ask, taken back because I certainly wasn't expecting that. "I want to add a heart to the caption, but I want it to be your favorite color." She sweetly and excitedly tells me. "Ohh umm.. GrOrange." I reply, earning confused looks before I realize my mix-up. "Sorry." I close my eyes, embarrassed. "Orange used to be my favorite color. But now it's Green." I open my eyes to the girls nodding along. "How come?"

Because of her.

"Things change," I reply with a shy tiny smile,

The three girls nod and shrug being, contempt. "Anyways..." I say, putting my hand on the shopping cart once again. "I should get going." I send an apologetic, kind smile to the three who graciously let me go with a few thanks and goodbyes. Oh, and one "please tell Lizzie about us."

Liz POV

I put down my book and pull out my phone. I'm just about to hover over Y/N's contact name for what must be the fourth time in the last five minutes when I hear the front door unlock.

"Babe?" I call out just in case it's not her and I'm about to be murderer.

"Hi." My non-murdering girlfriend replies.

I get up from the soft caramel-colored couch and make my way to her voice. Only stopping when I see her kicking off her shoes in the foyer carrying all the groceries bags. "You know.." I start. "You could've come in and asked for help, so you don't have to do it all at once." I only earn a shake of the head. "Liz, it's always going to be a one-trip kinda deal. You know this." She leans into me and places a kiss on my cheek, forcing me to blush before she shoos past me to set the bags in the kitchen. "I know." I follow her. "I admire that. But.." I watch as she places the bags down, looking back at me. "You didn't call me on the way home."

Y/N makes a face as if she's remembering that she forgot. "Oh shit. I'm sorry! I ran into these teens in the parking lot, and then I just started thinking- I didn't worry you did I?" I just about laugh as I place my own bags down and hug her nervous look away. "You don't have to apologize. It's alright. I was a little worried, but you know that's me being worried about other drivers, not you." She unfurls her arms and places another kiss on me. Yeah... never getting tired of this. "I love you." I smile at her, shining on me. "I love you too."

"So teens, huh?" I raise an eyebrow as I pull out a box of frozen burritos?? "I know." She replies with a sheepish look. "I'll eat them when you're on set." "Thank you." I make a nod.

"Anyways, yeah, as I was walking to the car, these three girls came up to me, and they knew who I was. They even said they listened to my music and showed me my own TikTok!" I adore Y/N always, but at this moment, the love grows. Watching her body move as she rambled is a plus. Y/N finally turns to me as she puts the last of the candy onto the counter near the light switches. "Isn't that kinda cool!?" I smile brightly at her. "Yeah, sweetie, that is kinda cool."

"Sweetie?" I shrug. "Been on my mind again. Something new. Do you like?"

"I do lovey."

"Lovey?" She raises an eyebrow. I think about it. "I like it." She giggles into the crook of my neck as I do the same to her. "We're gross," Y/N whispers causing her warm breath to heat up my skin. "Very," I whisper back.

Y/N pulls away with a mischievous look to her eyes. "I was gonna show you all the candy I bought, but maybe that can wait." With a hungry look up and down me, I understand why. "But what about dinner?" I smugly ask. "Yeah, that can wait." I purposely smirk and bite my bottom lip before grabbing her hips, and in one fell swoop, I have my Y/N pushed against the kitchen island.

Y/N POV

"Actors love watching other actors do great work. Our excitement when we see an extraordinary performance is real."

"And we are so proud of what women are achieving!"

"And for only 70 cents on the dollar!" (Laughter from the crowd) "Here are the nominees!"

"...Anya Taylor-Joy. The Queens Gambit. Elizabeth Olsen. WandaVision." Beat. "And the Emmy for Lead Actress in a Limited or Anthology Series or Movie goes to... Elizabeth Olsen for WandaVision!!" Sarah Paulson cheers loudly into the mic as I watch the camera swoop past a whistling Kate Winslet to the WandaVision Table. My elegantly beautiful girlfriend rises in her white Row dress and begins hugging the people behind the camera that made this show as wonderful as it was. Her last hug she shared is with her sister Courtney before stepping on the stage in the center of the room.

"Babe?"

"Okay... wow.. I have to remember to breathe now..." Liz does her nervous laugh before inhaling and exhaling. Once that's down, she gives a confident look to the camera and crowd all watching her. "First, I'd like to be honest and say that I would much rather have any of the other nominees be up here on this stage accepting this award..."

"Babe."

I slip off my left headphone and pause the YouTube video as I feel a tap on my shoulder. "Hi, sleepyhead," I say to my lovely groggy girlfriend. Her tired half-open eyes look from my laptop to me.

"What are you doing?" She asks with a droopy smile.

"Watching your Emmy acceptance speech.." That's a normal thing to say, right? "What?" She takes a closer look before turning over to pick up her phone. "Y/N, it's 3am!" She drops her phone and turns back to me. "Are you okay??" Liz rises in our bed and begins checking my head. "I'm fine. I'm fine." I shoo her hand away

"So, if you're fine, what are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep.."

Liz looks me over before pulling herself closer to me. Wrapping an arm around my back. "Okay.." She rubs her left eye and yawns. "Something on your mind?" "Babe, go back to sleep." Liz yawns again. "No, you're up. I'm up. So talk to me." I know this is a loving and losing battle. So I move my laptop off my thighs and scoot closer into Liz, who tenderly kisses my forehead.

Minutes go by without a word between us, so much so that I think Liz has fallen back asleep until I she shuffles closer to me and huskily asks. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Talk to me."

I sigh and own my mouth. "I just... Sometimes I can't believe where my life is at." I turn my head to her tired green eyes. "I mean, I have you. I'm doing what I finally want to do. And.. And yet... I'm just worried it's too good to be true." I turn my body and wrap myself around Liz. "Oh, Y/N.." She cups my chin and forces me to look at her face.

Even in the dead of night, she lights up my world.

"It's not too good to be true. Do you know why?" I shrug. "Because every tomorrow that comes with you is the too good to be true." She kisses me. "I don't want you to worry. I just want you."

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.

"That was beautiful but cheesy, Liz." This time she shrugs. "It's 3am. Give me a break." I laugh into her shoulder and lean back to my spot on the bed. "Y/N?" I look over with a questioning look. "Before we both try to go back to sleep, can you answer me one question?" I nod.

"Why are you watching my Emmy Acceptance speech?" I look from the laptop to Liz. "It's become one of my comfort videos." I can hear her grin. "One of?"

"They're not all of you.." I look over and see Liz looking back at me with a teasing lip bite. I sigh. "But if you must know... The other most current one in the rotation is your fridge tour video.."

This causes Liz to double over and laugh. Hard. I groan and close my laptop because this kind of laugh means she won't be forgetting this. "Oh God, I love you."

"I love you too," I grumble, not being serious, and get rewarded with a kiss.

"Did those girls post their photo yet?"

I cuddle into Liz's big spoon. "The teens from the parking lot?" I ask. "Yeah." I actually never checked. After Liz and mine's workout and my second dinner (😏), it kind of slipped my mind to check.

"Let me look." I pick up my phone. Open Instagram and check my notifications.

There it is.

[Photo] - From Stories @waltzthekat Met @yeahitsY/N!!! Thank you for being so nice and chill when @willownotthetree wasn't. 🧡💚 Tagged People - @yeahitsY/N @willownotthetree @hollynothunter

"That's very sweet. Why those hearts?" Liz hands my phone back to me. "I kinda stumbled over my words and said my favorite color was GrOrange when she asked."

"GrOrange?" Liz clarifies. I nod. "Because it was Orange, but now it's Green; my brain got confused." Liz smiles. "I remember when you told me about your favorite color." She then laughs at the memory. And it only takes one second for me to join as well. "So if your crush on Velma from Scooby-Doo made your favorite color Orange what made it Green? Shaggy?" Liz teases and asks me, knowing full well why my favorite color is Green.

"Yep. Shaggy. Shaggy and his gorgeous eyes."

"Shaggy," Liz whispers into the air between our closing lips. "Let's go to sleep, sweetie." I nod and make sure all my devices are plugged in and put away.

As my eyes get tired and Liz's breathing slows behind me, I can't help but think of what a ridiculous name GrOrange, would be for a song.

But come morning, it's already half written.

I say half because my train of thought was derailed when I received a text from Max. With a follow-up text with a link.

A/N Just a majority fluff chapter. This fic doesn't have enough of it lmaoo

Pt. 36

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hotdamnmadison · 2 years

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My Battle With Body Hair

Google the word Crossdresser for me. Right now - go ahead. And take a minute to sift through the millions of photos that pop up in front of you. Seriously go do it and come back after 3-5 minutes of scrolling...

All done? Good. Tell me, how was your scrolling experience? What did you see? How diverse were the faces?

(The following is NOT a picture of me)

Crossdressing has been a thing for a long time. Rather than bore you with the details of it's origin and first known cases - I will simply say that men and women alike have been dressing as the opposite sex for forever. Here is more info if you're a scholar.

It truly is a tale as old as time. Especially when you consider that our ancestors wore the same cloth scraps as clothing (regardless of their sex.) But like all good things - humans found a way to fuck it up - and ostracize those who continue to partake in it. My misanthropy is shining through - because society found a way to take fabric and somehow gender it.

My crossdressing journey started a while ago. I wish I knew exactly when - but I remember having a fascination with Halloween skirts in the attic of my parent's house, old unopened pairs of pantyhose still in the boxes, and panties that went from being buried deep in an ex-girlfriend's drawer to my very own private hiding place. Hey she wasn't wearing them - so someone might as well ;)

I loved it. And still do (though I'm no longer considering myself a crossdresser - I'm definitely more gender fluid.) So I kept pushing myself deeper and deeper into it. All while trying to maintain my boyish side as well...

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Every guy tries to grow a beard in high school. If you say you didn't at least try I'm going to assume you're lying (lol okay maybe a little harsh but most guys did attempt it.) I was no stranger to that effort myself. My genetics kept me from growing anything worth keeping until I was in my first semester of college. Leading up to that - I had the "Oh God Please Just Shave It" face pubes that most 17 year old's call a beard. But I kept trying - even at one point using a "just for me" hair color to darken the hair that I WAS able to grow.

I kick myself for that everyday. Because here I am at 28 almost 29 years old with a well trimmed bit of stubble that I can't get rid of.

Note: If this is deflating for you to find out - I think you should probably unfollow/unfriend me.

But alas, yes it is true *faints dramatically* My perfection is held back by my darned facial stubble/beard. How I'd love to go back in time and tell my younger self to just fucking shave and quit trying... ugh... hindsight is 20/20. I'm not a stranger to other disliked hairy areas - under arms and legs - both areas that most men don't shave without having a really good excuse (and before you make any suggestions: I don't bike, swim, or weight lift/body build lol.)

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This has been an obstacle for me (as you might imagine) when trying to meet people. Let's be honest - my slender body has most men caught hook, line, and sinker. They would come SPRINTING into my DM's faster than you could ever imagine. Back then I was on a website called Free Chat Now - an adult IM site that is carrying the weight of the Chat Room world on it's ever crumbling shoulders. I would add my own little 30 character pitch line to the scrolling wash of copy/paste pitches. And within 30 seconds I would have dozens of men to get back to. First things first: ASL... get that out of the way, add a little bit of flirting... and then came picture time. "Yours for mine" is what I would usually say. And inevitably I would receive a nasty toilet dick pick taken in a convenience store or office bathroom. Yum. Great.

And then it was my turn to send a pic in return. *upload, send, wait* Usually it would be a hot little picture of me in some lingerie or just a panty ass shot. Cute enough to keep them talking and jerking (I was easily entertained back then.) Something like this was typically my go-to. (This next one IS me haha)

Omg they ate it up almost every time. Usually things would go well and then *boom* the window would close - it was a tell tale sign that they couldn't hold out any longer and well.... things probably got messy (a shame that they mostly disappeared before giving me a way to reach them for future digital fun! :( lol.)

But on a few separate occasions some men wouldn't be so easily sold...

"Face pic?"

Ugh... And the game was on.

Now I personally don't use Face App anymore. Especially if I am planning to meet with someone in real life. But back in the day, when I was strictly playing around on the internet with strangers in chat rooms, Face App was a very useful tool. And besides - it wasn't REALLY catfishing - because it is exactly what I would look like if I was...

clean shaven

done up beautifully in makeup

Here is an old pic from my face app days. Don't swoon too hard ;) lol. (me again: face app'd)

Ah. Thank you Face App! Saving the day and allowing me to keep both halves of my lifestyle in tact.... At least, that worked for a while anyway.

See when push came to shove I determined that online play was no longer enough for me. I needed more. I needed the real thing. But there is no Face App for the real world. It's a commitment. It's a question I've been facing now ever since...

Who do you want to be?

And the battle continued. At first I wouldn't talk about the facial hair in my ads. And if I did a webcam play session with a guy I would simply avoid my face. (Many wanted to see me suck on things - to which I politely lied and said, "hey maybe next time".) Time and time again my amazing conversations would end at the dreaded facial hair road block. And it took me years to realize that there was no reason to be beating myself up for it.

Men don't realize that these is a huge difference between a MtF trans individual and a CIS man who likes to dress in "women's" clothing (and who also didn't realize that they were gender fluid.) Y'all remember this idiot right? ->

My favorite quote here is the "that's not a real CD...."

My guy... Yes it fucking is! Anyone with a head on their shoulders and a Barnes and Noble nearby can determine that men with beards have been cross dressing for forever (as stated in the beginning.) Unfortunately, the porn industry has lumped very gorgeous trans women in with not so gorgeous crossdressers. And dipshits like the guy above can't tell the difference.

So here I am - years later still fighting the same battle. I wear my silly little outfit killing mask to cover up my "undesirable" bodily traits....

Oh shit! I never told you all WHY I feel the need to maintain my stubble/boyish self. Well allow me to explain

(realizing I love making lists lmao)

To put it simply: change is hard I have had a beard now for a long long time and to move away from that would be a challenge for me. Seeing a new face in the mirror every day. It's just a tough pill to swallow initially

My jawline sucks without the beard I won't be posting any boy photos of myself here, so don't ask. But yeah I have shaved down ONE time completely bare over the last several years. And it wasn't pretty (in terms of maintaining a boyish side. It was however PERFECT for my Ashley side... and I was tempted to bust out the makeup and experiment but never did

Shaving raises many questions from family and friends - I get it, it's none of their business. But I would have to answer the same 3-4 questions over and over again about why I did it and things like that. I would probably do away with the leg hair and other hair as well. And I simply don't have a non suspicious reason to do so at the moment.

I'm not sure I'm ready to tip my 70/30 scale of fluidity to 50/50 just yet - Currently Ashley only gets about 30 percent of my time, and that's being generous. My boyish side dominants my existence, and in my current lifestyle I think it works well enough. I feel as though shaving everything below my eyebrows would tip things closer to 50/50 - a place I'd eventually like to be but for right now - I simply can't

Ah. Feels good to get this post off my chest. I hate righting words like beard, hair, pass, passable, leg, armpit, etc. Those words damn near trigger something in me at this point. And now I have a post to explain WHY it is so difficult for not only me, but for so many others to fully commit to the porn-driven cross dresser image. I've seen a lot of men, typically 50 plus, who are divorced and are finally crossdressing and making Double List ads. It is sad - because they sit there in a similar position that I am in. They want to be bare and fully pass under any circumstances. But society and it's standards are too hard for closeted men to meet. There is no on/off switch for body hair and genetic make up - at least nothing short of estrogen and other medications.

But someone's inability to pass doesn't mean they should be frowned upon by anyone. And you can't simply be nice to certain trans women/crossdressers because you find them attractive - and then blatantly disrespect and hate on those who don't pass. Everyone's journey is valid - even if they have to wear a silly mask to a meet up. I would invite those of you who CANNOT STAND body hair to attempt to look past it for just a moment. Is the rest of the person physically attractive to you? Furthermore, (and if it's you're thing) are you emotionally connected to this person? And the only hang up is some measly hair? That seems like a pretty crappy reason to ruin a good thing - wouldn't you say?

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Me personally? The mask has grown on me a bit. I'd still like to one day reach a point where I no longer feel that I need it. And if that day comes, and I'm living my 50/50 lifestyle, I'll be sure share myself with people who deserve me. I'm sad to say that there are people around me who aggressively judge a known crossdresser in the town that I live. The things that they say cut me pretty deep - and I make a mental note of every slur and saying that passes through their lips. Some day I'll get comfortable enough to be the 50/50 version of myself. Hell... maybe even 40/60... And I'll be more Ashley than my boy side.

Until then... I'll continue to edit out my leg hair, under arm hair, and other blemishes using light photoshop skills. Enjoy my silly masked self and all of my "flaws" and if you don't like what you see/read, well.... I was too much woman for you anyway <3

-Ashley

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I have a few more things to write in the coming days! Including a new challenge series that I intend on doing to better my writing skills. I'll talk more about that tomorrow morning :)

Much love,

Ash

#femboy #cute crossdreser #cross dressing #crossdressgirls #twink #gender fluid #books & libraries

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stargirlfics · 3 years

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Bitten by Fate

Vampire!Stucky x Black Female Reader

Summary: After a Halloween party at an abandoned mansion, you wake up to discover strange bites on your body and a note inviting you back

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, slight dubcon, mentions of biting/bite marks, reader is 25, smut: oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, some mentions of blood sucking

Word Count: 5.0k

Note: So excited for you all to read this! It’s based off this wonderful concept an anon sent me who let me write it! Enjoy! Happy Spooky Season! 🖤

“The instruments of darkness tell us truths.” -William Shakespeare

Parties weren’t really your thing but you loved Halloween and this year your university was throwing a big Halloween party in the vacant and supposedly haunted mansion at the edge of town and it had your interest piqued.

A few of your friends were going and you decided to let yourself have fun this year. You really didn’t feel like sitting outside greeting trick or treaters at your parent’s house like last year anyway so the party it was.

Finding a costume was easy enough, creepy looking mansions surrounded by woods called for something with lots of fabric that wasn’t easy to run in, of course, that was just common sense! But you were a history major and had a soft spot in your heart for Anne Boleyn and decided it was a perfect costume for the occasion.

This time of year was your favorite, always had been. Everything in the world made such a visible shift from the weather to the foliage, to the energy in the dusk city you lived in. You enjoyed the energy it brought and you were looking forward to this party, you felt good in your costume the more you tried it on.

Halloween night rolled around in no time, a chilly air blanketing the city as you finished the last touches of your makeup and fixed your jewelry, the golden “B” necklace complementing your brown skin in a way that made you feel divine.

You felt the vibration of a text on your hip and pulled your phone out of one of the hidden pockets in your gown, thank god for pockets, and smiled when you saw the message. Your friends were waiting outside in the car with liquor ready for when you got to the mansion. This was gonna be a very fun night.

So, you wasted no time in gathering what you needed and heading out of your apartment, giggling with your girls as you sped off into the darkening night, music blasting.

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The mansion was even larger than you expected when you pulled up to it, the moon just peeking out over the edge of the window at the very top of the house. With all the lights and decor and dance music booming it looked a lot less eerie than it usually did, truthfully you had never ventured up here like some of your friends had.

There were stories about odd things happening here, the city did a good job of making sure nobody could trespass inside the place but the grounds of the mansion were well known spots for people to hang around and there were all kinds of stories even from when you were a kid about ghost sightings and spooky sounds and general creepy shit.

Granted, you chalked a lot of it up to nonsense, lots of college kids came up here to hook up and smoke weed in the greenhouse, nothing horrific or particularly strange had happened around here to warrant much more than ghost stories to scare the little kids but something about the energy of the place gave you chills, even now with your friends dragging you inside before you lost the hot student athletes to the pulsating crowd.

Whatever, you wanted to have fun tonight and you were gonna knock back a few beers and let loose. The semester hadn’t been an easy one with the workload you had and you needed this weekend to not think about paper deadlines and test scores.

The alcohol had succeeded in generating a buzz in your body, a giddy smile finding its way to your face as you danced with your friends and raided the snack table every now and then. There were so many photos taken too, everyone wanted to take pics with the people with iconic costumes on, the music was actually pretty decent and you held no reservations about belting out lyrics, flirting here and there with masked strangers on the packed dance floor.

As the hours ticked by you didn’t even notice, too caught up in the tipsy energy you were reveling in and how much fun everyone seemed to be having. A couple of your friends parted ways with your group after hitting it off with people they had met and after a while, you slipped away too but only to find a bathroom.

Outside of the massive parlor space, you realized the mansion was quite dark, and there were way too many hallways than necessary. The flashlight from your phone’s camera the only thing lighting the way forward as you stumble around looking for any kind of open door. You didn’t really have to use the bathroom, you just needed a breather from being surrounded by so many people for this long.

The longer you walked the more you started to become fearful, first because even this far from the center of this giant place the music was still reverberating through the walls and if you screamed or needed help, well, you didn’t trust anyone would hear you much less find you with how fucking dark it was.

Shaking your head you sighed and surmised that heading back and just stepping outside was probably a safer and better option anyways, wandering through an abandoned mansion was very horror movie chic of you but you’d rather not find out what could or couldn’t be lurking in the dark here.

Thankfully your gown stayed out of the way of your feet as you hurried back the way you came, thankful you remembered which way you had turned.

Right as you were about to enter the parlor again you noticed candlelight flickering in one of the rooms to your right and turned your head towards it, confusion marking your face because you didn’t remember any candles being lit when you had first come this way, but your confusion dissipated when you collided with someone’s chest, the shock of it making you jump back a bit.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking-” you sputtered out, words dying in your throat as you peered up at the very tall and handsome man in front of you.

Blonde hair was swooped back neatly, a five o’clock shadow on his cheeks and he was in a cape, fake blood perched perfectly at the side of his chin. He smiled at you and revealed a pair of pearly white fangs, a nervous laugh bubbling from your heaving chest at the sight.

“That’s quite alright, sweet thing. Looking for something?”

The man’s voice was deep and smooth, the kind of smooth that had you tripping over your words even before speaking them.

Before you could answer him properly your attention shifted to the flicker of candlelight again, a soft gasp leaving your lips when you saw another tall and equally handsome man also dressed as a vampire standing in the doorway. This one had dark hair from what you could tell.

You felt cornered but also felt no need to run, the music still booming seemed to move into the background for you.

“I-yeah, I was trying to find a bathroom but decided I needed some fresh air instead and then I ran into you,” it made you cringe to hear how shaky you sounded but could anyone blame you with how these two were eyeing you?

“Anne Boleyn, huh? That’s a beautiful rendition you have on. What a sight that was when her head came off, wasn’t it?” the dark haired one clicked his tongue and a chill danced down your spine.

“Indeed. Sight and smell.”

“Uh...sorry?” you giggled nervously again, confused as to why they were speaking as if they had been there but you didn’t have time to think about it because the blonde suddenly offered his hand to you.

A gold signet ring lay around his pinkie, an ornate design carved into it, nothing your historical knowledge could place but once again that didn’t have time to brew in your mind either because your hand was in his almost instinctively.

“Would you let us get you a drink, sweet thing? We can all head outside since you want fresh air.”

“Um...you know what, why not.”

Another buzz hit your body only this time unassisted by any alcohol, just pure nervous excitement because you had two handsome men on either side of you and it seemed like their eyes and attention were solely on you.

You shot a quick text to your friend group chat to let them know where you were and that you might, hopefully, probably will be going home with someone tonight before sliding your phone back into your gown pocket and letting the men lead you away from the still lively party.

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Time from that point onward was a blur.

You remember not even getting to touch your drink before you made the decision to kiss the blonde when he leaned in and lingered a little too close for a little too long. And then the dark haired man’s lips were on your neck and everything else faded.

There were occasional moments of lucidity where you could hear their deep voices and your body felt heavy and strange but you couldn’t help sinking deeper into the feeling, your brain floating, one of them or both of them you weren’t sure which was telling you to relax followed by praise you could only half discern.

It was odd, you could only make out blurred flickers of light and shadows of movement, your eyes closing and opening only for mere seconds. Eventually, you surrendered to the darkness behind your eyelids, content with this airy yet heavy feeling settled in your bones.

“She’s out, Buck. God, she’s perfect. Look at her.”

“Like an angel. Steve, I can’t take my eyes off her.”

The two men raked their glowing eyes over your body. What a vision you were. Nobody else had caught their eye tonight the way you did. You were someone very special and both of the men decided then and there that they wanted you to be theirs. They wanted to offer you the world, wanted you to feel and see delights and pleasures you didn’t even know were possible. You deserved as much.

They’d been careful not to stain your beautiful gown with blood but still, it was time to clean up the bite marks littering your shoulders and neck and do some digging to get you home safely.

No harm would come to you if they had anything to do with it and they didn’t trust the drunk frat boys stinking up their home enough to leave you alone out there if they were to wake you from this slumber now, no, they’d see to it personally that you were tucked back into wherever your bed was safely.

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The next morning you awoke still in your gown and feeling incredibly sore. Your neck and shoulders ached, your entire body ached really but it was most intense in those areas.

What the fuck had happened.

You felt incredibly hungover but also remember being sober as a nun when you ran into...them.

How could you forget their handsome faces in the moonlight and dim lit hallway of the mansion? Pieces of the night before trickled back to you but it was more pieces of things you felt rather than a solid memory.

How strange, that should have terrified you, the loss of time, the loss of memory but you felt okay despite the aching in your body. You had felt safe with the two strangers and frowned at the fact that they had never told you their names.

What were the chances you’d ever see them again or figure out who they were amongst the hundreds of people in costume last night? Zilch in your mind.

You looked down at yourself and discovered a mark at the swell of your breast. Two...puncture wounds it seemed like, a bit bloody, and splotches of bruised skin around the area too.

Your mind was connecting the pieces easily. Fangs, puncture like bite marks just like in the movies, Halloween party at a creepy mansion, two strange men dressed as...vampires. But the logical part of your brain was hitting you upside the head with “Are you actually insane?” signs.

You scrambled out of your gown a second later and rushed to the bathroom where you nearly passed out from shock. You had to grip the edge of the sink counter as you took in the sight of dozens of bite marks across your neck and shoulders, no wonder your body ached, you’d been getting chomped on all night.

Suddenly you were laughing at that thought, half scared that you’d actually lost your mind but also knowing that there wasn’t any other possible explanation for this besides the obvious.

You should have been scared or frantic or screaming or crying but all you could do was calmly brush your fingertips over the marks, your eyes closing and strangely, that familiar feeling that you felt last night, one akin to ecstasy flooded your body again and faded when you lifted your hand away.

Once you’d come to terms with the fact that your neck was littered with holes, you trudged back to your room to look for your phone, maybe your friends had some answers but you had a feeling all of them were too hungover and still asleep and it was then that you saw the white and gold card sitting on your nightstand.

Meet us in the mansion on the full moon at midnight. We cannot wait to get to know you better and have you again, our sweet darling.

- s.g.r and j.b.b

Well, it seemed that fate was on your side after all.

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You knew it was dangerous. This was venturing into a classic “first woman to die in the horror movie” territory but you couldn’t deny that you were curious too.

Meeting them again would allow you to get some answers and you had this overwhelming feeling that they wouldn’t hurt you, that wasn’t their motive for inviting you back. And of course, there was part of you that found all this thrilling.

There was just too much you needed to know, especially about the bite marks, for you to pass on their invitation.

Nevertheless, you let your friends know where you would be when the moon beamed full, just in case something went wrong, someone would know where you had been.

The wind whipped around you as you made the trek up the long driveway, your arms wrapped around your coat in a hug. You felt strange again.

Only now it was a strange kind of excitement you felt, your body felt a pull towards the dark palace in front of you. The bites along your body ached even more the closer you got, almost like you could feel your two handsome strangers calling for you.

This was all against logic and you weren’t entirely sure if you were just dreaming this but there was no sense of danger again like you thought there probably should be.

It made you wonder if you were naively walking into a perfectly laid trap but your body didn’t seem to think so as your legs spurred you on towards the trail of candles leading up the grand steps to the entrance.

When you slipped inside and shut the door your jaw dropped.

During the party, you didn’t really have time to look at the place in full with so many people around but it was stunning, an ancient decadence wrapped around the high ceilings, echoes of the past were everywhere but surprisingly it looked like someone or something actually lived here. Not a speck of dust in sight.

No turning back now. You needed answers.

The trail of candles continued and you followed it carefully, only stopping briefly to admire the bookshelves lining some of the hallways, fingertips brushing over book spines and the ache in your body reaching its peak when you reached the double doors of what was probably a study room.

You knocked a little timidly but didn’t need to worry if it was loud enough, the doors swept open a mere second later, the familiar blonde and brunette man standing in front of you.

They towered over you and flashed you smiles that made your heart beat in double time, something they picked up on, relishing in the sound of your blood rushing even faster just for them.

No vampire costumes this time, just well tailored suits and fangs that seemed way too realistic up close.

“We’re very glad you came back, little dove. I’m Steve and this is James.”

Steve offered you his hand again and you took it once more, letting him lead you to the black velvet sofa.

“H-hi Steve. And it’s good to meet you, James,” you managed to squeak out, your head spun as they sat down on either side of you.

“You can call me, Bucky, sweet thing. We’ve been waiting for you since that night. You’re just so beautiful, you know that?”

Your cheeks burned hot at their pet names for you and you glanced between the two of them and then down at your lap, your fingers played with the fabric of your coat nervously.

“Thank you, Bucky. I guess I’m just a little confused. You guys are…are…”

“It’s not a dirty word, dove. You can say it, you already know the answer, stop fighting what you know is true. Humans always have trouble with that,” Steve leaned back but you could still feel his eyes on you closely.

“Vampires. That’s what you guys are. So am I…just here as your next meal? I mean you’ve already had a taste test,” you motion to your neck which made the men chuckle.

“And she has humor, Steve. Told you she was perfect for us.”

Bucky threw a wink at you and the way they were talking should have made you want to run but all your body did was relax as the minutes ticked by.

“She really is. Let me explain a bit because know that doesn’t really help clear things up. We didn’t invite you back here to become our next meal, we have blood donors and things in place already for that, taste testing you was more for pleasure than necessity, sweetheart.”

“Mhm, we’ve been around for a long time and just want some company if you’ll allow us. We want to take care of you, show you things, spoil you, make you feel good,” Bucky looked directly into your eyes and it felt like he could see your soul.

It was midnight and you were sat between two vampires in their mansion and they were telling you that they wanted to spoil you...this had to be some very vivid dream inspired by the dark romance novel you’d been reading and yet you never felt more grounded in reality.

The world had just been cracked open, vampires existed and you had encountered not just one but two and they were more beautiful and ethereal than you could have imagined.

“That sounds really nice but I guess I’m still confused as to why. Why do you guys want me? You could have picked up any number of girls at the party, why me?” you shifted back a little more, getting comfortable.

Steve leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs, “When you’ve been alive as long as we have you become good at reading people, at knowing their intentions. You have a good heart, little dove. And you’re smart and beautiful and we both felt drawn to you even with the crowd of people that night. You’re special far beyond what you know and maybe it’s selfish of us but we wanted you for ourselves.”

“No mortal man could compare to what we could give you, we promise you that.”

They gave you some time to process, to weigh your options, and to refuse it all and leave them and this place behind if you wished.

But the three of you knew there was no way you could just walk away, not with how connected you felt to them already. They explained the marks did create a connection and that’s why you could feel them as you got closer. They wanted to know if you were safe and the marks gave them a direct line to being able to feel your heartbeat.

This was insane and thrilling and probably one of the craziest experiences you’d ever have in your life, here you sat talking to two vampires who wanted you and you couldn’t find many reasons to refuse their offer.

Their teasing touches to your knee or your thigh or your neck when they asked to inspect the marks made you restless, you couldn’t deny that you wanted them both and maybe this was against your better judgment but you decided to let yourself go wild for once.

You deserved to be taken care of, nobody, certainly not any of the guys you’d been in relationships with had been equipped to do that, and Steve and Bucky felt sincere in their words. If they wanted to eat you they would have done so already and at this point, you wanted their hands and lips on you more than you wanted to approach with caution.

“Ok, I’ll give this a shot. If I’m being honest I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you both since that night either. And I can back out at any time, right?” you hum in delight when Bucky leaned in to place a kiss on your shoulder.

Steve followed suit, taking your hand in his again, “Of course, little dove. Anytime you want this to stop, it will.”

Such gentleman. You appreciated that. Alright, well here goes nothing.

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The minute you had given your consent, their lips were on you quicker than you had time to register, but your body had beaten your brain to it, instantly melting back against the crushed velvet cushions, giggling and then whimpering when their tongues licked at your bite marks, it was like lightning had struck your body.

Steve dropped to his knees in front of you while Bucky helped you out of your coat, his hand keeping a steady grip on your chin while he pressed heated kisses along the column of your neck.

You’d never had two sets of hands on your body before it made your head swim trying to keep up but after awhile even that wasn’t difficult to get used to.

Steve took his time ridding you of your boots, his lips pressing constant kisses up your legs until his hands were at the waistband of your jeans. He paused and you gave him an eager nod, a gasp rising from your chest when Bucky kissed your lips, your hands traveling up to bury themselves in his hair.

Cool air made goosebumps break across your skin when your jeans were discarded but Steve sought to fix that, marveling at how pliant you were already, how willing, how desperate you were just by the way your blood rushed through your veins, he could feel it.

“Look at how wet she is for us already, Buck. We’ve only just gotten started, sweet dove,” Steve rumbled against your knee, Bucky parting his lips from yours for a second to see what his friend was talking about.

You hid your face in Bucky’s shoulder, a little embarrassed at how quickly you’d been aroused, but they weren’t being fair either.

“I bet you taste just as sweet as your blood does, darling.” Bucky tapped your chin to get your attention, his eyes growing darker, a wickedly seductive flash of fangs making you whimper.

Steve wasted no time in tearing your panties off you, hooking your legs over his shoulders as he kissed over your stomach, his hands delving up and inside your shirt with Bucky helping him with a rip of the fabric, you didn’t even mind that it was one of your favorite shirts, not when Steve was grazing his teeth along your inner thigh and then before long his tongue was lapping at the slick folds of your pussy. He swirled his tongue around your clit, content with how responsive you were to him, this is exactly how you should feel.

Bucky was busy playing with your chest, his fingers kneading and pinches your nipples, “Open those pretty eyes, sweetheart. That’s it, look at me. Want you to tell me when you’re close, dove. Can you use your words and do that for me?”

You groaned, your brain foggy with how good Steve was eating you out but the eye contact with Bucky had you in such a trance, you felt like you could fall right into the inky swirling black orbs of his.

“Fuck! Fuck, ok, yes, I will, sir,” you panted, your cheeks burned as you realized how you were pushing your hips up against Steve’s tongue.

Never in your life had something felt so good.

It didn’t take very long for you to feel that precipice getting closer, the words tumbling out of your mouth half incoherently but just as Bucky had asked.

Time seemed to slow down as you watched him move down to your neck, and then all you saw were his fangs going in for a bite, a jolt of fear and another of pleasure from Steve adding his fingers to the mix flooding your body.

Bucky sank his teeth into your neck and you unraveled completely, you couldn’t even be embarrassed at the scream you let out, your mind was too awash with pleasure and pain mixing together.

The bite stung, you could feel him sucking, could feel yourself going limp even more but you were cumming at the same time and you had no idea what to do besides buck your hips and whimper for more.

Steve took his mouth away but kept his fingers buried knuckle deep inside you, angled just right, “Such a good girl. You took that so well, just like we knew you would. You’re so beautiful, you know that? You should see yourself right now, no queen could compare to you like this.”

You had to be fucking dreaming, there was just no way, this was too perfect, and yet nothing but reality stared you back in the face.

Steve put his head back down only this time to sink his teeth into the fleshy area of your inner thigh, Bucky holding you against his chest as you squirmed, eventually relaxing once the stinging had subsided.

“Can-can I have more, please? I need…” you whimpered, timidly addressing both of them with your question.

“Of course, dove. We know what you need. Bucky gets to be inside you first since I tasted you first.” Steve kissed the bite mark he’d just made, making you shudder.

It all happened so fast you barely had time to process that Bucky had carried you up to a very large and beautiful bedroom, a king size bed was where you were laid down, both of them on either side of you, your dark skin such a contrast to their paleness, their lips and tongues and hands drinking up every inch and curve and swell of your body.

All sense of time had been lost to you, all you wanted to breathe and see was them. Your two handsome creatures of the night.

They were both impressive in size, strong too which only fueled your desire as they positioned you and moved you how they wanted.

Steve held the same firm but loving grip on your chin as you eagerly pushed down his pants to take him in your mouth, no sense of embarrassment for you this time, you relished the way he stretched your mouth, how thick he was, how he encouraged you to go deeper for him.

And then there was Bucky, positioned behind you, sensually working you open with his fingers first, stealing a few tastes of your dripping center before he couldn’t take it any longer and he buried himself inside you to the hilt. Your warbled gasps and moans made both the men grin.

“You’re ours, little dove. We’ll show you just how good you can feel,” Bucky leaned down to kiss along your back as your eyes fluttered from just how deep he was, his thrusts sending you lurching forward onto Steve’s length.

“You’re doing so good for us, you don’t even know how badly we’ve been wanting to fuck you, sweetheart. Gonna make you cum over and over tonight,” Steve growled as you peered up at him with big doe eyes.

Your world was consistently being shattered and then pieced back together again as they fucked you hard, slowing when they sensed you needed a break, and pounding into you when you pleaded for it, adding more bite marks to your healing ones but you didn’t mind, you’d let them mark you a hundred times over.

You felt so fucked out by the time you collapsed against their chest, your body sprawled out across theirs, too physically tired to continue.

“Shh, just rest, angel. We’ll take care of you. You did amazing, now it’s time for you to sleep.”

You whined when they detached themselves for you but it wasn’t for very long. Steve had come back with a warm washcloth and Bucky rubbed soothing circles into your skin as he cleaned you up, the two of them tucking you snuggly under the plush ruby red covers.

“Will you stay?” you whispered, reaching your hand out for them.

“Of course we will, dove. We’ll always be with you.”

Sleep enveloped you seconds after that, your body and mind tired but content from all the pleasure you’d received.

This was wild, this was nothing short of crazy but your heart now felt connected to these two vampires in a way you didn’t want to be without. Body and soul, they were yours, you were theirs.

When you woke in the morning there would be a lot to discuss but for now, as the two of them lay on either side of you, watching you closely with love in their eyes, a kind of passion that they hadn’t felt in millennia, they knew that they’d spend eternity giving you every bit of the world that you wanted.

No dove would ever be so cherished.

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Thank you sooo much for reading! Please let me know what you think! I may or may not make this into a series also!

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ad-hawkeye · 3 years

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rating artem wing’s sweater collection

i need to feel something so i’m going down the list of artem’s shockingly extensive sweater collection. please enjoy my descent into insanity.

casual attire

this is it. this is our base we’re working off of. this is the original. looking at it up close, it’s more grey than i remember, but a staple nonetheless. i like how you can pull the turtleneck up. incredible. need to work on unlocking this outfit in game. 7/10.

the Classic

a legend in its sweater community. described as being incredibly soft, this absolute staple made its grand comeback with artem’s halloween sr. existing in both normal, apron, AND chibi form, it’s hard to beat this cream colored ensemble. i can only describe it as an irish sweater? but BETTER? because it has a turtleneck and quite frankly looks more comfortable than one. 11/10. can’t beat this shit. look he even rolled up the sleeves in the second pic, it has RANGE.

this sweater i didn’t even know existed until someone pointed it out to me

i love the pattern we got going on here. it goes from a cream color to a warm brown; it reminds me of a toblerone chocolate bar for some reason. it also looks really warm and comfortable, so bonus points for that. however, some points are gonna have to be deducted for the lack of a turtleneck. artem goes for the save with the button up underneath but it’s not enough to totally recover it. 6/10. also this sweater looks really familiar for some reason????

oh that’s why it looks familiar

this is basically just the superior version of the sweater above. also its in chibi form. i like the implication that artem owns two sweaters w identical patterns but one has a turtleneck while the other doesn’t. 10/10.

that one fit he wears in loving memories

sorry i blacked out bc i just experienced an actual color for a second. love the sass of this one. the red velvety look is perfect for getting your phone confiscated, stumbling around in a haunted house during a power outage, and falling in a prop coffin w your “we are Definitely only work partners and nothing more” work partner. would do again. 7/10.

white sweater

oh okay, so we’re back to the basic colors. knew i couldn’t live in luxury for too long. this one just looks really crisp and nice, especially w the white jacket. bit simple though so i’m gonna have to give it a 6/10. also imagine getting a stain out of this one. nightmare.

black sweater

thank god for a second i thought we were missing a monochromatic staple. i actually really like this one, the black looks nice and classy. i think i’m biased though bc i wear black turtlenecks all the time so i feel a bond with this one. top ten sweaters to wear while getting walked in on getting changed. 9/10.

holy shit it’s a sweater vest

hold on!!! we got a shake up!!! we got a sweater VEST (IT COUNTS OKAY)! i feel genuinely rattled right now. not a suit and tie? not a sweater? artem wing you fashion devil, i’m so proud of you. i like the blue with the white accenting. 7/10.

casual grey - but with a twist!

and finally we got artem’s top-up ssr. not sure if this is what his casual sweater actually looks like (if it is, just assume its bumped up to what i rate this), but i felt like this was different enough to warrant its own rating. i adore the accenting on his shoulder, it’s absolutely gorgeous. it’s subtle but really nice. also this sweater apparently does wonders for one’s Tits. noted. 10/10.

okay that is all, i’m sorry if i missed one but i just can’t believe he owns this many sweaters. love that for him. time to question my life choices now.

#tears of themis #artem wing #ad rambles #long post

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Did You Order a Pizza?

Halloween 2020 is filled with lots of surprises for the Styles family

A/N: Hi lovelies! I hope you had. great Halloween and you're feeling alright these days! This is a one shot following the family from my pic Another World, which you can find here! I hope you enjoy it and I cannot wait to hear all your thoughts!! I love y'all!

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“And you’re sure he’s back?”

“You heard him on the phone. He’ll be waiting for Jeff so you’ve got plenty of time while he waits for the man to not show up.” Glenne smiled at you from her spot in the driver’s seat. “Although, I think he’ll like who does show up instead.”

Harry had left for Los Angeles so that he could begin filming a new Olivia Wilde film, leaving you and Bella in London. And as much as you’d have loved to join him on such a monumental step in his career from the start, you were unable to travel with him. Not only were you unable because your daughter was still in school at the time, but because of the pandemic that was still going on throughout the world. It prevented for most of the year’s plans to take place, which absolutely crushed Harry. He was looking forward to Love on Tour and showing his fans how much fun this new era was for him, more than you’d seen from him in a long time, but he would always put the safety of his fans before entertainment, so it was an easy choice to postpone. However, no tour meant that he could gladly accept a leading role in a film alongside some of the most well known actors in the industry.

But it only took you a few days after his departure to find out you couldn’t be so far from him. As fate would have it, Bella’s class was turning into online learning once the half term break ended, which meant one of the most important reasons you were still in London had vanished. So, after spending two weeks quarantining and making sure you took all the necessary precautions, both you and Bella got tested and flew to the states with your negative results. From the start, you had told Jeff of your plan and he and Glenne gladly welcomed you into their home once you arrived, wanting to spend time with Bella for a few days after going so long not seeing the toddler. And finally, once you got the negative results of yet another test, you and your daughter were off to stay with Harry.

Jeff had spoken with your boyfriend over FaceTime earlier that morning, feeding Harry some story about needing to solidify some merch designs, and making sure that Harry would be patiently waiting for his manager after he finished filming for the day. But the plan was to have Glenn drive Jeff’s car so he suspected nothing seeing it pull up, and surprise him when it was you and Bella getting out the car instead of the oldest Azoff son.

“I can’t wait.” you groaned out through the grin taking over your face. You bounced in your seat slightly, pressing both hands to your cheeks just thinking about seeing his shocked face when he opened the door expecting Jeff, but seeing you and Bella instead.

“What?” The question was brought up after a soft chuckle was heard from Glenne’s side of the car as soon as you were halted at a stoplight.

“Nothing. It’s just cute how excited you are to see him after being apart for what, a month?”

“27 days.” you whispered, urging yourself to force down a smile. “But who’s counting?”

“You guys have been together nearly a decade, and you still get all flustered when you talk about him.”

The way you and Harry acted around one another was something that was always commented on by people in your inner circle, for that exact reason. Without a doubt, your relationship had gone through some of the toughest times, but that was bound to happen when you’ve been with someone since you were sixteen… and even more likely when every moment of your life was documented to the public. But those tough times never seemed to last, because at the end of the day, Harry was everything you ever wanted and vise versa. He was what you daydreamed about in a partner while growing up. And being with him was like being with the sun. He made you feel loved and cared for, you had more fun with him than anyone else on the planet, and every single day with him felt like a new adventure. As a kid, you’d thought the way people described the love of their life was corny, nothing but a thing of fairy tales, yet that feeling that bloomed inside your chest and tummy every time you thought about Harry told you that it was very real.

“Dunno.” you shrugged, “He’s my person. Even seven and half years later, he still makes me feel like he did on our first date.”

“That what’s got you looking extra glowy or is that just another secret to staying in the honeymoon phase forever?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you replied quickly, finding it hard to keep the giddy feeling that was now bubbling in your lower stomach under control when you turned your head to meet her gaze. She was squinting at you with suspicious eyes, her lips pursed as she bit the inside of her cheek, which forced a laugh to fall from you. “What? I don’t! Just miss him, that’s all. Isn’t that right baby? We just missed daddy loads, huh?” making sure to quickly take the attention away from yourself, you turned as much as you could in your seat to look at Bella in the back.

“Yes! I miss daddy so much!” her little legs kicked against the carseat and her arms lifted high above her head, a huge smile plastered on her face. “I have so many drawings and stickers to show him and Mr. Jeff got new socks!”

“I know, we got them all tucked away nice and safe so you can show him. Do you remember what the plan is when we get there?” you asked her, your breath getting caught in your throat for a moment when the sun shined just right through the rear window. It was a perfect day in LA, sunny and warm and just as the car pulled onto the street you knew was where Harry was staying, the sunlight danced across Bella’s perfect complexion. She was a spitting image of her father, down to the freckles dotting her face, the deep set dimples that never seemed to disappear, and the curls constantly falling in front of her face no matter how hard you tried to keep them tamed. Every now and again you caught a glimpse, sometimes through the kitchen window while she was playing in the backyard and other times while her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she slept on your chest, of just how breathtaking Bella is. What angelic beauty the love between you and Harry had managed to create.

“Yeah mumma!” she smiled, giving you two thumbs up, very clearly excited about getting to see her dad again. “You ‘member my costume, right mumma?”

“Of course I did. Put it in the bag right next to mine.”

“Good. ‘Cause ‘m really ‘cited about it.”

“I know baby. It’s a good one, isn’t it?” you knew Harry would get a kick out of what Bella decided to be for Halloween. She had come to you months ago, actually sat you down in the kitchen and explained what she wanted to do like she was in a little business meeting. And of course as soon as she told you, you had to laugh because it was perfect.

“Yeah.”

Her whisper was the last thing said within the confines of the car before the three of you pulled up in front of a beautiful white house nestled deep in the Hollywood Hills. It was much smaller than the house the pair of you had just sold just blocks away, but everything about it was so much homier. A brick walkway sandwiched between a line of shrubbery and a white stone wall led up to the house, which itself was an odd shape. The very front of the house came up to an asymmetrical point instead of a typical flat roof, and the rest of the house was pushed back slightly, so that none of the face was level, and the house almost seemed cut in half horizontally from the distinct line between white stone bottom and black paneling on the upper level of the home. Finally, a brick downhill driveway, made of the same brick as the walkway, led to an all black garage that sat just below the rest of the home. The small details is what made the building give off such a cozy vibe; a vibrant green front door, plant boxes hanging off a few of the upper windows, a black wooden archway and lanterns surrounding the front door, a few potted plants on the side of the walkway, and the faint golden hues peaking through the closed blinds.

“Cute, huh?” Glenne laughed, putting the car in park and turning fully in her seat to look at you.

“Yeah, it actually really is. Reminds me a bit of our old place.”

“Place in London, right? That’s what I told Jeff.” she said at the same time, looking behind her at Bella while you got out of the car. “You ready to go, tulip?”

“Yes please!”

Her hands were already fumbling with the seat belt by the time you opened her door, the excitement itching at her in preparation for what was to come, but she graciously waited for you to sort her out.

“Thank you mumma.” she muttered casually once you had her unbuckled and lifted into your arms.

“You’re welcome, baby.” the way Bella was the most polite little girl you had ever known never failed to make your heart soar. You and Harry were so proud of the person she was becoming, whether she was that way because she saw how everyone in her life acted or because she was born with the kindest little soul, it didn’t matter. She always made sure the people around her were happy and having fun, constantly reminding people how much she loves them, and trying her hardest to make everyone laugh. It was yet another way she reminded you of Harry; they both could instantly light up a room without even trying. “Just gotta ring the bell, right? Say your line?”

“You got it, mumma!” she smiled brightly, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

Nearly the instant you put her down, she darted up the brick steps, taking a full pause at each step to be her funny self and jump, with both feet together, up to the next one. As she made her way towards the front door, you took your place leaning against the passenger door of Glenne’s car, nearly doubling over in laughter watching Bella look hysterical lifting up on her very tiptoes in order to reach the unusually high doorbell.

Your breath caught in your throat as you waited for Harry to open the front door. For a minute, you were sure that he had ignored Jeff’s instructions to stay home, but to your relief, the green door finally opened, revealing a very comfortable looking Harry. He was very obviously post shower, his hair visibly wet and sparkling when the porch lights lit up his form, clad in a pair of black basketball shorts and one of his grey Treat People With Kindness hoodies, and nothing else but a tall pair of Nike socks. It was like a scene from a movie, because when he didn’t immediately see Jeff in front of him, Harry looked over towards the driveway quickly like he was being pranked. But within a second, his attention was brought down to Bella, who tugged on the hem of his shorts, her sweet voice barely audible from the distance.

“Did you get a pizza?”

It was comical to watch him just stare at her like she had three heads. You couldn’t blame him, last he knew, both you and Bella were five thousand miles away, so it made sense that his brain was not comprehending the scene in front of him.

“He’s so confused.” Glenne giggled behind you, but her voice seemed like it was muted with how fully your focus was on your boyfriend.

“Hmm.”

Not even a second after your hum of agreement, and as if it was in slow motion, you watched as realization glossed over his features, his green eyes widening and mouth hanging open, and he sank to his knees. It didn’t take him even a second to pull Bella into his chest, winding his arms completely around her tiny frame and cradling her head in his surprisingly ring free hands.

Seeing the two of them together was like looking at two halves of the same soul reconnect. The moment they were in one another’s arms, it was like everything got brighter. Their smiles widened, chuckles more audible - even from such a far distance, and the warmth that typically lived in your chest recently, burned even warmer. You always knew Harry was meant to be a dad, just from how much he talked about it. You knew that he would do his very best to go above and beyond for his child, to make sure they felt loved and secure and treasured. But hearing about it and seeing it are completely different. Seeing nothing but total adoration on his face whenever he looked at your daughter made you fall in love with him all over again.

“Mumma!” Bella’s shouted, snapping you out of the daze you had slipped into while watching the moment before you. Both Harry and Bella were now looking at you from the doorway, her head resting on her father’s shoulder as he held her in one arm, their faces totally engulfed with smiles. “C’mere Mumma!”

“Yeah mumma.” Harry finally spoke up, his voice carrying down the pathway right to where you were standing.”C’mere.” Just seeing him standing there, smiling so brightly and holding his free arm out telling you he was waiting for a hug, was enough to make you break out in a smile and push off the car, dashing up the steps.

His chest was firm when you crashed into it, much firmer than when you hugged him goodbye in the airport a few weeks ago, and you felt as if you head placement on his chest was different - like he’d grown since you last saw him. Or maybe he hadn’t changed at all but your mind was finally coming out of a month long fog that it slipped in without him, getting readjusted to being in his arms.

“Hi sweetheart.” he whispered in your ear, peppering kisses all along your hairline and temple like he physically couldn’t leave an inch of the side of your face untouched.

“Hi baby.”

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, pure wonder in his tone as he nudged the side of your face with his chin, making you lift your head from his chest and look at him. “I just talked to you this morning, said you were going to see your parents before everything got locked down again.”

“Yeah, well. I lied.” you smiled, leaning in to press kiss after kiss to his lips, trying your best to control the insane happiness rushing through your veins. Your response seemed to be enough for him, because he didn’t ask another question wondering why you were in LA. Which was good for you because your plan wasn’t to explain everything on the front porch.

The three of you stayed frozen in that same position, Harry’s arm so tight around you that your face was completely buried in his hoodie, and the other arm holding Bella, forming a makeshift group hug, not bothering to worry about anyone seeing you or anything going on past the wooden archway. Because nothing else mattered. Not when you were with the two people who made your world spin.

“Daddy.” Bella’s timid voice finally broke you apart, both you and Harry leaning back a bit so that you could put your full attention on the little girl in his arms.

“Yes lovie?”

“I lied too.”

“What did you lie about?”

She lifted her head from his shoulder in order to look at him with a very concerned expression, like she felt deeply sorry for whatever she was about to say to him. “I don’t have a pizza. ‘M sorry. Mumma told me it was funny.”

“Oh did she now?” Harry mocked in offence, looking back at you and raising his eyebrows.

“Mhm. But it wasn’t, ‘cause we don’t have any.”

“That’s right. But sometimes it’s okay to say something silly like that and not feel bad as long as it’s not something to hurt anyone, right? And daddy isn’t mad. How about you mumma?” Harry looked to you, trying not to smile at how adorable Bella was about the little fib. You shook your head.

“Not at all.”

“And what about you, B.B? Are you sad you told daddy there was pizza?”

She contemplated it for a bit, scrunching her nose up - again, just like her father - and looking around like the answer would be hanging in the air somewhere. “Yeah.” she said matter of factly. “But ‘cause I want pizza. And we don’t have any.”

Both you and Harry couldn’t help the laughs that fell from your lips, wasting no time before leaning forward to press a kiss to Bella’s forehead. “How about we get some then?” he asked against her skin, glancing at you when saying his next bit. “We’ll get your bags from the car and order one?”

“Oh god!” you yelled, turning around to face the car from which you’d just ran from. “Completely forgot Glenne was sitting in there! She’s probably been texting Jeff about how annoying we are.”

“Annoyingly adorable, yeah.”

“Think she’d fight you on that one. Nearly made her sick on the drive here with how excited I was to see you.” your laugh was muffled as Harry wrapped his arm back around your neck, dragging you in a headlock down the first step towards the car. Bella, knowing that it was time to bring in the bags, wiggled out of Harry’s grasp and sprinted down the steps ahead of you, right into the arms of a now out and about Glenne.

“Everything’s alright?” Harry’s voice was laced with concern now that your little one was out of ear shot. You both tried your hardest to never have any sort of talk about negative things around her, whether that be an argument or things going on in life, because she should never have to be put through the stress of that. Most of the time you just waited until she was asleep to talk about those things, but sometimes it meant going into different rooms and closing the doors.

“Hmm?”

“Everything’s alright, right? You didn’t come all the way out here because something’s wrong, did you?” quickly forgotten was your position in a headlock, and instead, Harry kept his arm around your neck, your body fitting perfectly tucked into his side. You walked step by step to meet your friend and daughter, who already started pulling suitcases out of the boot.

You took a peek up to him, noticing he was already glancing down at you, his eyes roaming all over your face to look for any sign of distress that he may have missed when he first saw you. But you had none to offer him. “Yeah baby, everything’s okay. Just needed to be with you.”

“Swear? You’d tell me if there was something?”

“Of course I would. Always.”

“Alright, professor. But if I find out you were hiding something, I’ll have to write a diss track.”

“Oh will you now?”

“Mhm. Thems the rules.”

Glenne spent a bit of time with the three of you before heading off, telling you to enjoy your time together and even throwing in a little joke about maybe even making a new baby since she missed how little Bella used to be. The comment made your ears warm and a weird feeling flutter through your stomach, but she gave you no time to respond before she shuffled out the door.

Since arriving at Harry’s, Bella practically refused to leave his arms, wanting to be as close to him as possible until she really realized that no one was going anywhere for quite a bit. And her thoughts must have quieted enough because not even twenty minutes after Glenne walked out the front door, Bella was running through the house towards one of the extra rooms she’d be sleeping in.

“Mumma! Come help me! We gotta show daddy!” her already soft voice was even soft as she yelled from the second floor, her request forcing you to get up from the sofa.

“What are we showing me?”

“She’s really proud of her Halloween costume this year. Spent weeks planning it out, you know?”

“I know. She wouldn’t budge anytime I asked her. Very secretive that one.”

“Hmm, wonder where she gets that from?” you sang while walking up the stairs, letting out a snort when you saw him lift a middle finger to you from his position still on the sofa, not even bothering to turn around to look at you as you continued towards your daughter.

“Alright baby, I’m here! Where do you want me?” you clapped, entering Bella’s room in a way that mimicked that of Harry Lambert, something that you knew she’d recognize right away from the amount of times she’s seen her parents being helped by the stylist.

“Over here, mumma. Gotta help me button!” she had already rid herself of the clothes she’d been wearing on the drive to Harry’s, the green long sleeve shirt and jeans laid in a crumpled mess at the foot of the bed while she stood in just her knickers, searching through the small suitcase on her bed for all the pieces to her costume.

You took a seat on the floor next to where she was standing, watching her every move as she finally found everything she was looking for. Her tongue stuck out while she took the fabric between her fingers and gently held it in her hands - taking a moment to look at it in awe - before turning and holding it out to you, expectantly.

“Gotta be careful with it, mumma.”

“Oh I know. They’re really delicate, aren’t they?”

“Mhm. Reedy told me to be gentle with ‘em ‘cause they were made with extra love so they’re extra soft.”

“Oh that’s perfect! They’ll be on for quite a while so it’s good that it’s all comfortable.”

“Yep.”

You look notice of how long her hair had grown while zipping up the back of her shirt, the curls continuously falling against your fingers despite being held over her shoulder by Bella. You knew well enough even before she was born that she was going to have gorgeous hair, all it took was one look at the locks cascading from her father to tell you that, but it seemed to grow even more mesmerizing by the day. It fell loose past her shoulders every day, always managing to fall in front of her eyes while she was sprawled out on the floor playing. Even though you did enjoy how cute she looked pushing the crazy curls out of her face while her little tongue stuck out, you knew it was time for a trim soon.

“Are you wanting a haircut soon?” you asked while zipping her pants as well.

“Hmm, I don’t think so. I like it long.”

“How about we see if we can get rid of some of these dry bits at least?”

Bella thought about it for a bit, picking at her nails while mulling over the idea of going back to the salon. “Yeah, I think that’s fine.”

“Alright, we’ll see about making an appointment when we get back home. Gives you some time to think it over.”

“Okay! Y’almost done mumma? ‘M excited.” she bounced in place, trying her best not to move so that you could finish getting her ready as fast as possible.

“All set!” you checked, reaching up to grab her hair out of her grasp and let it fall down her back. “Just put the jacket on and you’re all set to show daddy.”

“He’s gonna be so happy I know it!” she squealed, carefully picking up and putting on the final part to her costume and turning to look in the floor length mirror. Bella didn’t say anything for a minute, taking the time to examine herself in the mirror. She smoothed the fabric covering her torso, lifted her feet in order to see the little pair of boots, and had one of the largest smiles you’d ever seen on her. “I look so good!”

“You do, lovie! Award winning I’d say.”

“Thank you for helping! Lets go!!” she yelled, darting towards the door and only stopping at the top of the stairs when you called for her, reminding her to be careful by the steps. The two of you quickly discussed your plan before departing ways, leaving Bella a bouncing mess just above you as you walked down to the light switch at the bottom of the steps.

Flicking all the lights off, you cleared your throat and waited for Harry, who had gotten up off the sofa upon hearing your descending footsteps and was now leaning against the back of the furniture, his bum resting just on top of the back, to give you his full attention. Although the lights were off, it was still early enough in the evening that light showed through the windows, allowing you to see his face and make sure Bella got down the stairs safely.

“You all know him as 2013’s Teen Choice Male Hottie -”

“Also 2016.” Harry cut in, trying and failing to stifle his chuckle

“Also 2016’s” you added, “and lead roles in Award Winning pictures such as This Is Us and iCarly.” at this point, it was obvious what was happening and you could tell Harry was fully on board with what was about to walk down the stairs. But he was also so excited. He no longer was leaning against the sofa, but now standing upright and his hands were pressed together in a praying position in front of his mouth. “Introducing, the incredibly talented, musically gifted, style icon of the decade, Mr. Harry Edward Styles!”

The second you saw that Bella made it safely to the ground next to you, you flicked on the dim lights that just illuminated the staircase, showering your daughter in the closest thing you could get to a spotlight. She was standing in Harry’s signature position; bent forward slightly with one hand held in a peace sign while the other dangled loosely by her side and mouth open wide. Harris Reed had taken the time to make Bella a nearly exact replica of the white and black floral suit Harry had worn to the 2015 AMA’s - the suit that really started it all when it came to Styles’ fashion. Her curls were hanging past her shoulders just like Harry’s were at the time, and for good measure, she even lifted her hand to push some out of her face exactly like he used to.

She was a spitting image of Harry. And he loved it.

“Oh my god! You’re kidding! You look fantastic! Gonna put me out of a job! I won’t even need to go on stage anymore. This is amazing!” he screeched, rushing forwards and couching down in front of his daughter. He took in every last detail of the outfit; how the under shirt had buttons but did not open from the front (something Harris thought would be easier for Bella to get in and out of), how the floral detail was exactly the same as the one he had hanging in his closet back home (Reed had asked Alessandro for the fabric), and how even the shoes were a near replica.

“Mhm. I can sing next time. I’ll go up and sing to your friends and you can sit and watch and talk to Mitchy.” she nodded, taking a step back and belting out ‘You’re so Golden!’ “See? Like that!”

Harry beamed. “Absolutely! Give me a nice break every now and again, very thoughtful. We’ll just have to change your bedtime and it’s all set!”

“You like it, daddy?” she asked, her eyes wide as she moved right in front of Harry, her hands grasping the hood of his hoodie and she looked directly into his eyes.

“I love it - and you - more than there are stars in the sky!” Harry responded without hesitation, grabbing her and lifting her into his arms, swinging Bella around quickly enough to let a few giggles. “Thank you very much, beautiful, it makes me very happy.”

“Can’t believe you wanted to be your smelly old dad.” he joked when she pushed against his chest to look at him, “See me everyday, why’d you wanna dress up like me too?

“‘Cause you dress the best, daddy!”

“Ohhhh hear that, love?” he turned to look directly at you, Bella now hiding her face in her hands in embarrassment on saying her dad dressed better than her mum. “I’m the best dressed.” Harry stuck his tongue out at you.

The reaction from Harry was everything Bella was expecting and more. So much so that she could no longer fight the exhaustion of the hectic day any longer. She barely made it five minutes in Harry’s arms before finally passing out. In the coming December, she’d be turning five and you were trying to start and wean her off of taking long naps, but after such an energetic day you welcomed the time for her to rest. She put up a fight getting out of Harry’s arms, the arm she had shoved into Harry’s hood in order to thread her fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck, tightened each time he tried to pull her away to lay her in bed. Like even in her unconscious state she wanted to know that seeing Harry again wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

It was heavenly to be back with Harry. Even though you had only been apart for such a short amount of time, there was so much to catch up on, and you would never get tired of hearing about everything going on in his life.

“And they used this stuff called Dermacol, and I swear, she swiped over it once and the anchor was gone. Bloody insane seeing it all bare. Hasn’t been that year in years.” Harry laughed, finishing his story of how his first few days on set had gone, the two of you laying in his bed while you waited for the pizza you ordered while he put Bella down for a nap.

“Don’t wash it off tomorrow. I want to see.” you tilted your head back so that it was resting on Harry’s shoulder, in order to look at him. He was sitting behind you, his back pressed against the headboard while you were nestled between his legs, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him again. “Forget what you look like without any ink.”

“Like them though, right?”

“Of course I do. Think they’re very hot.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit, just let his fingers dance up and down your arms, clearly lost in thought. “I wish you could come to set. See everything and everyone.” he finally spoke.

“I know. I just don’t want to chance anything you know? We just traveled and I know we got tested, but I don’t want to unknowingly bring anything to anyone. Maybe soon, once we’ve been here for a bit. But for now, I’d rather just hear all your stories and FaceTime than anything happen to anyone.”

“What time is your call time tomorrow?” you added when he only hummed in response.

“6:45. Car will probably come by around 6 and I should be back near 2. Have a bit of a short day tomorrow.”

“No rush.”

“Yes rush. I wanna be with you both. Missed you loads, ya know? Only gone for a few weeks but I was going mad. Don’t think we should separate for a while.” his voice was soft as his neck strained forward in order to press loving kisses to the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder.

Since the moment you met Harry a decade ago, it was obvious he always knew what to say. He had a knack for spewing out the words you most needed to hear exactly when you needed to hear them. Whether it was comforting your stage fright, in an argument about tv or film characters, helping you pick out outfits, discussing your relationship, or talking about the future, you both seemed to be on the same wavelength. It made life with him so much easier, because you knew that he understood you. You knew that no matter what happened, he would support you and love you. And that’s all you needed.

So you decided finally, after the pit of anxiety in your stomach grew and grew all day, that it was finally time.

“Pretty good you feel that way. ‘Cause I wasn’t exactly sure how to tell you that you’re kind of stuck with me. At least for another fourteen years.”

“Hmm. Want more than that.”

Taking a deep breath, hands shaking and mind running a mile a minute, you asked; “How about another eighteen after that?”

But your nerves were all for nothing because the comment flew right over Harry’s head. Completely missed the point of why you used that specific amount of time and was more focused on giving your middle a tight squeeze - his arms moving from their place at your side to around your stomach.

“Mhm. Even longer than that.”

The words brought an image to mind, one you found yourself thinking about a lot the last couple weeks. One of you and Harry sitting in the living room in your home, talking to your grown children while your grandchildren ran around you happily, doing their best to animatedly explain ways of the world you just couldn’t comprehend. And the pure glee you felt being surrounded by such a beautiful family, one that you created with Harry. But you knew it wasn’t just some fantasy you would dream about. It was something that you would one day get to experience, and that excitement pushed you over the edge.

“You’re stuck with me forever, baby.” you hummed, sinking further into his hold. “But for five seconds, I need you to leave me so you can grab me a Tums.” the anxiety nerves reared their head yet again, knowing there was no missing the punchline this time.

Concern instantly flooded his voice, taking you by the shoulders and moving you away from his chest and to the right so he could look at your face. “Why? You feeling alright? What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t help but simple sweetly at his concern, lifting a hand to rest it on his smoothly clean shaven cheek. “Yeah. You know how I get after flying. Do you mind just grabbing the Tums from my bag?” you asked again, hoping he couldn’t hear or feel the uptick in your breathing.

“You mean one of the nine hundred bags you brought?” Harry joked but still carefully slid out from behind you in order to get whatever you needed.

“Hey, we’re gonna be here a while. I need options.” Because of Covid, the UK was heading into yet another lockdown at the start of November, lasting until the first week of December so for now, so for now, you knew you and Bella would be spending at least a month with Harry in Los Angeles.

“Can take any of my clothes.” he grinned, turning around to face the bed again and bent down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Y’know I love when you wear my clothes.”

“Oi! Say that again but let me record it! If that’s the case, I never want to hear you complain about missing clothes ever again!”

“I said I like you wearing them, not keeping them hidden away for me to find three years later.” he laughed at the memory of his favorite blue hawaiian shirt going missing after getting back from Jamaica, only for it to be found in the back of your closet when moving a few months ago. His voice got quieter the farther he walked from the bed, the confines of the walk in closet filled with his clothes muffling the words towards the end of his sentence.

“Alright, but remember how excited you were to find it after so long? Like Christmas in the summer!”

“‘S’that what’s gonna start happening? You just stealing things I haven’t looked at in years and regifting them?”

“Lord knows you don’t need any more things laying around. Probably wouldn’t even notice anything being gone.” it was true. Over the years, Harry had gathered a very large collection of… things. Everything from clothes to lockets to key cards from hotels, and being in the career he is, he can afford to have it all. But even you had to say he had more than he knew what to do with most of the time, to which he always had some sort of rebuttal for.

But this time, it never came.

This time, you were met with silence from inside the closet, and you had no control over the way your hands began shaking. There were so many different kinds of silence; one of anger, of shock, nervousness, confusion, but any of those were a rarity when it came to Harry. He was someone who always had something to say, despite the emotions running through him. Silence was never really his thing, hell he even said so in a song, so the ideas of what could be running through his head started to eat you alive.

After waiting a few minutes and still receiving no sound of life from the smaller room, you began to get worried. Obviously nothing had happened to him while you were sitting feet away, but what was happening in there? Did he have a heart attack as soon as saw what you had laid out on top of your suitcase when he was ordering food? Did he fall and hit his head? Was he trying to find a good way to break up with you? No, he wouldn’t do that, you knew he wouldn’t do that. But before you could fully get off of the bed to check on him, he slowly sauntered out of the room, staring down at the piece of black fabric gripped tightly in his hands, and you halted in your spot - sitting up right on the side of his bed with your feet dangling off the side.

“Wha - what is this?” his whisper was so unbelievably low, you were surprised you could make out any of the words.

“What do you think it is?” you replied, your voice equally as loud so not to spook him while he was in such a clear state of shock.

“I - I don’t know.”

He still had taken his eyes off of the material in his hands, looking at it like it held every secret unknown to man somewhere within its seams.

“I think you do know.”

Finally, Harry lifted his head in order to look at you. And you felt your eyes water as soon as he did. The rims of his eyes and nose were a deep red, the kind of red you get when trying desperately to hold in sobs. His eyes were a brighter shade of green as more and more tears obstructed his vision, and now that you looked at him properly, his entire body seemed to be shaking.

“If this is a joke, it’s really fucking mean.” he choked out, putting all of his effort into holding back his cries. “Please don’t joke about this.”

As hard as he was trying not to let his tears flow, you were beyond the point of no return. Your cheeks were stained with tears, old dried ones leaving tracks for the new ones to flow freely down, and the lump in your throat prevented you from speaking as loud and confidently as you would have liked.

“It’s not a joke, Harry.” you shook your head, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands.

“No?”

“No.”

Harry went back to not saying anything, glancing between you and the black in his hand, not knowing which held more important information. You could see the inner struggle he was having trying to comprehend what was happening, and you wanted to get up and yell it to him. But he needed to go through whatever emotions he needed to, at his own pace.

So you waited for him to do just that.

“So you - you’re pregnant?” he finally sighed, the question making the corners of his lips lift ever so slightly that you would have missed it if you weren’t watching every inch of his face like a hawk. Holding back his tears was long gone as they now flowed down his cleanly shaven cheeks.

“I’m pregnant.” you smiled, the words coming out in one whoosh of air.

So fast that you didn’t understand how he did it, the black shirt - that at first glance was a replica of the logo for the film The Godfather, but when taking a double take, could be found to read The Twinfather instead - was laying in a pile on the floor in front of the closet door and Harry was laying on top of you. Now on your back with Harry hovering above you, both of his forearms on either side of your head, you could fully see the overwhelming joy swimming in his eyes. The last time you had seen this exact look was the day Bella was born. Like within his mind, he was watching the entire world unfold with endless possibilities and unfathomable love.

Harry didn’t let you say anything before he was pressing kisses to your lips, both of your tears making the experience feel a bit slippery as they blended together on your skin. But nothing could make the moment anything less than perfect. Harry’s warmth covered you like a blanket, completely consuming you within the personal bubble that had formed around you on the bed. His lips moved against your with determination, but also care and gratitude, the vaguely strawberry flavored lip balm he was wearing smeared against your own lips, letting the memory of this moment linger for hours to come.

“You’re really pregnant?” Harry asked, his excitement taking over once he pulled back from the kiss.

“Yeah baby,’m pregnant.”

“And is it? It’s - it’s twins? Are you sure? How do you know?” although you knew he would always be there with and for you during all of this, it was reassuring to see him be so ecstatic about the new addition to your family.

“When B and I went to get our Covid tests, the lady asked me if there was a chance I could be pregnant, and - and I couldn’t give her a confident no. So I called Dr. Kelter to see if I could get an appointment before we left and she took me the same day.” your smile grew as you watched him hold on to your every word, wanting to know every single detail you had to give him.

“And she told you it was twins?”

“Yeah. Said she could see them both right away since they can see twins so early. Said ‘m about eleven weeks.” the tears returned to your eyes when you thought about being pregnant again, how much your life was going to change and the excitement that was about to be brought into your lives.

Obviously Harry was feeling the same before he let out another sob, this time his upper half falling onto your chest and burying his face in your neck, his lower body seeming to unconsciously stay away from crushing your belly.

“I love you so fucking much.” he whispered, and you could feel the ever so gentle peck of his lips against your skin. “So fucking much.”

“I love you, Harry.” you whispered back.

“Who knows?” he asked, undoubtedly thinking back to when you were pregnant with Bella and everyone in your lives seemed to know before he did. Something you regretted, but was necessary at the time.

“No one. Just you and me. Want to do everything with you this time.” not wanting to ruin the moment, but also wanting to be realistic for a moment in your clouded minds, you took a second to figure out how to say the concerns that were rushing through your mind at a mile a minute. “I know things are crazy right now and the world is scary and we’re both so busy, but we said if it happened, it happened.”

Harry was pushed up on his forearm in an instant, his other hand cupping your cheek in order to drag your attention to him. He was positively glowing. How only a second ago he was standing pale faced in the closet doorway was beyond you, because now, it was like the sun shined behind his irises.

“I have never been happier in my entire life. We’ll figure it all out together. Like we always do.”

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Ozzie’s episode review (spoilers)

An episode at the ring of lust on Halloween, lets see what happens.

It is confirmed that Moxxie and Millie have been married for one year. That’s shorter then I thought, but it would explain that scene in ep. 5 of Millie re introducing him to her parents.

Millie seems to know how to make Moxxie feel that tingling sensation in his “tail” XD and yes that is a Jak and Daxter reference !

What is with all the eye imagery at the elevator terminal ?

Speaking of which thanks to a few screenshots that show the rings being color coated we now seem to have a decent map of Hell. In my opinion Hell seems to be mapped like this

Pride (red)

Wrath (orange)

Gluttony (yellow)

Greed (green)

Lust (blue)

Envy (purple)

Sloth (pink)

Even the call for the lust ring is sexual XD

Happy Hotel pic.

I feel like the rain is suppose to represent something. We do see a lot of aquatic demons here so maybe there is an ocean in the Lust Ring ?

A couple’s only restaurant in the ring of lust. Interesting, I wonder if my headcanon of Asmodeous being a romantic is true ?

Sad Stolas. I wonder where the rest of his family is ?

Hell-a Novella also I’m surprised the name Gabriella isn’t illegal in Hell given it sounds like Gabriel as in the archangel.

Hooting ringtone.

For a minute I thought Stella was going to pop out and confront Stolas about the “date”.

The only thing missing from the scene of Stolas coming out of the portal is George Michael’s Flawless playing XD

Stolas being home along and his reaction to Ozzie’s backs up my “he is a bored royal” theory.

Damn Stolas’s butler is a love magnet ! He deserves it after dealing with the Goetias all day.

Aww the two guys in Verosika’s crew are on a date.

Looks like Stolas is going to realize Blitzo will never love him but I bet this is when Blitzo truly starts to.

Though it seems like she was just being mean, I think maybe Verosika turned down that drink cause she got out of rehab and doesn’t want any bad press !

Totally called that LuLu Land being destroyed would result in making people more money.

“Moxxie playing a song” plot point confirmed !

It was kind of hard to hear but did Moxxie’s song confirm that Beelzebub is female ?

Asmodeous is NOT a romantic.

Aw man now Hell is going to know about Blitzo and Stolas. I really hoped this wouldn’t happen in this episode/season. Oh well, I’m not gonna get mad at Vivzie and the others for doing what they want on there show.

Looks like Asmodeous and Fizz are a thing, I guess there disgust of love is what makes them attractive to each other. Wait if Fizz is an imp and Asmodeous likes him (kind of) why are they giving Stolas a hard time ? Probably cause no one is brave enough to call him, a 7 deadly sins, out on it, but still.

Moxxie and Millie are so perfect ! :)

Though short you can see that the other heads of Asmodeous didn’t move/repeat what the center one said, meaning the center one IS the dominant head/personality as I headcanoned.

Why didn’t Stolas portal them home ?

“Octavia’s with her mother this weekend” meaning though married they live apart. I wonder if this is a callback to ep. 2 as along with how we saw that the two did live with each other when Octavia was younger she does say in that episode that she doesn’t want to see him after hooking up with Blitzo. That’s probably when she moved out as I bet having a separate house is common for someone so rich.

This is an emotional scene as even when Stolas does try to be romantic to Blitzo without trying to sleep with him, Blitzo is too hurt because of his previous flirting to even try and get close to Stolas on a emotional level.

Blitzo’s apartment ! Also its nice to know Tex kept his promise to invite Loona to a party.

Blitzo has some interesting apps on his phone, along the obvious references there are some references to the 7 deadly sins like Bee eats, sleepy pill z (a reference to Belphegor) and an apple/snake app that obviously references Lucifer which makes me wonder what that app does ? The most interesting one to me though is one called NV, obviously references Leviathan but I’m more focus on the image of the masked figures as we saw someone similar in the pilot of Hazbin Hotel among the Overlords. Maybe the two are connected somehow ?

The pics on Blitzo’s phone are cool and they seem to give us a timeline. Among stuff we already know we see what looks to be Blitzo and Moxxie starting I.M.P. before Moxxie met Millie, Blitzo and Verosika pre breakup, Blitzo and Fizz dating (confirming Fizz is an imp) and showing they were old friends, and finally a pic of Blitzo and his sisters which makes him sad.

If you look closer Tilla is wearing that neck thing Blitzo wears meaning she could be dead ?

Poor Blitzo. He needs a hug.

Huh no offense but I though the episode was going to have a bigger cliffhanger as we are close to the finale. I mean imagine if Striker attacked Stolas at the end ?

So that was an interesting episode and as always we got a lot of new info and plot points. We got to learn more about Hell, its inhabitants, AND we got how Hell is (likely) mapped. It was nice to see fan favorite characters return, and we learned more about the main characters. We also see what seems to be the “2nd act breakup” trope with Blitzo and Stolas which only means that they will get together later on, likely in the finale but who knows. Plus for me personally, it’s always nice to see some of my headcanons come true.

However the episode is not without its flaws like with Verosika, though she is a good character, her being there felt a bit forced as she didn’t do much. I also don’t like how it seems Hell might finally learn of Blitzo and Stolas as again I feel like that plot point might have been better at a later time cause now its possible that the show might end earlier then expected, and personally I’m hoping the series gets 3 seasons. Also still no Stella time ! She has gotten roughly a minute’s worth of screen time and we still don’t know anything about her, especially her and Stolas. Every other character got screen time this season that allowed us to learn bits about them and there thoughts on other characters so I feel like when she does get screen time in the finale it will be a bit rushed. Hopefully if and when HB gets a season 2 she can get some serious development among the main characters, especially Millie :)

What were your thoughts on the episode ? Was there anything I missed ? Do you think the season finale will come out before the end of 2021 ? My vote is yes but I like to hear your thoughts ! Also I might do something going over predictions for the season finale so stay tune for more Helluva Boss content.

#helluva boss #helluva boss episode 7 #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss moxxie #helluva boss millie #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss spoilers

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Catfish

☁ Summary: Tomura is hopeless when it comes to relationships, and soon that’s all subject to change. With the power of Tinder, Touya and one oblivious chick on his side, who knows what can happen.

A/N: omgggg, i’ve lurked on my priv for the past year and finally decided to stop being a narc and post something. i haven’t written in forever and it shows lmao, but uh yeah pls give me feedback if you’d like. (also idk if this has been. done before, but sorryyy if it has)

☁ Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!Reader

☁ Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, manipulation, dumbfication (if you squint), slapping, yandere, catfishing

"Fuck I'm horny."

Tomura groaned into his pillow, conflicted with whether he should be agitated or turned on. Due to his third nap of the day being interrupted by the excessive lewd noises coming from the shared living room. Tomura's roommate, Touya, had no real understanding of boundaries and was often more bothersome than helpful. Still, without his portion of the rent, he'd be on the streets struggling to find an apartment within his meager budget.

"Keep fucking me, Touya-san!" The plea echoed through the thin walls of the shoddy apartment. At least someone was getting laid. The last time Tomura had gotten lucky was at an impromptu Halloween party thrown by Touya at the apartment.

He went as Jason Vorhees using a dingy hockey mask he found in Touya's closet. The poor girl in question, who came dressed as an angel, was drunk out of her mind. She clung to Tomura's scrawny body incoherently, slurring about "How hot it would be to fuck a murderer." The fling hadn't lasted long before the young lady in question toppled over the side of his bed and hurled her entire cup of jungle juice onto the floor. Poor Tomura had to spend his night nursing her head over the toilet. Making a mental note to tell Touya that he couldn't invite any freshmen to their parties ever again.

Tomura ended up seeing her again in passing on campus, giving a small smile as she walked by. Only to be met with an eye roll as she turned to walk in the opposite direction. Fucking bitch... Other than that, Tomura had found himself too busy writing code, playing video games, and browsing Reddit to dedicate any time to dating. The polar opposite of his roomie Touya-san, a communications major whose schedule consisted of dating? If you considered fucking the same chick for a week before ghosting her dating, sleeping, and eating and drinking Tomura out of a house and home.

"You ready for my load? You're my little cum dump, right? Say you're my cum du-"

Speaking of fucking, Tomura's hard-on was starting to hurt, and what better way to relieve himself than to beat off to the action in the adjacent room.

He started to palm himself over his sweats, erection already beginning to poke through. Figuring that he's teased himself enough, he lowered his boxers, allowing his cock to slap against his stomach, throbbing and angry. He slowly stroked himself, gathering the pre-cum spouting from the tip, and used it to lube the rest of his cock.

"Pleaseee fuck! I'm your little cum dump! I swear Touya!"

Tomura started to stroke his cock faster, leaving a squelching noise with each stroke. He was barely managing to suppress his moans. Knowing how Touya wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he got caught fucking his hand to the sounds of their subtle lovemaking.

"Fuckfuckfuck... I'm cumming!" Touya grunted, giving out after his final stroke.

Tomura followed suit, flicking his wrist with each stroke. As his orgasm finally took hold of him, biting into his shirt to stifle his moan as he came all over his fist.

"Are you fucking serious, Touya?"

"What?"

"I didn't get to cum?"

"Um… I'm sure you can take care of that when you get home."

"You're such a piece of sh-"

Tomura tuned out the rest of his roommate's performance. Really hoping he'd wrap it up cause he really needed to take a piss and couldn't make it to the bathroom without passing through the living room.

After hearing a respectable amount of silence, he figured it was safe to leave the room. Of course, he was wrong; he was met with a staredown between Touya and a petite blonde woman.

"I'm sure your roommate Tenko wouldn't leave a lady hanging like that."

"It's Tomura," he muttered.

"Same fucking thing, my point still stands," The mystery woman huffed. There was a pregnant pause before Touya doubled over in laughter, clutching his chest.

"You think this cuck knows how to take care of a lady? Yeah, it's time to go, Tara."

"It's Toga, you shit stai-"her statement was abruptly interrupted, the door slamming in her face. Touya's back slid down against the door as he sat facing Tomura.

"Chicks? Am I right?" Touya sighed, peering over at Tomura, who had just left the bathroom. "Speaking of chicks, when's the last time you had sex, Shiggy?"

"It's been... a while." Tomura shrugged, not wanting to indulge his roommate with the details of his sex life.

"Well, we can't have that, can we? Let's make you a Tinder." Touya proudly announced, excited at the prospect of playing matchmaker for his roommate. Tomura reluctantly gave in, knowing once Touya was set on something, it was bound to happen one way or another.

Two blunts later, Tomura and Touya were strewn over the couch, mulling over his profile's final details. It consisted of three pics, one from the Halloween party, another from their most recent function. The last pic is a selfie of him in a black hoodie with sunglasses on. The icing on top is the bio that unironically stated, "Freak in the sheets, gamer in the streets."

"You're gonna be a real pussy magnet shiggy. Just wait, you'll have to fight the chicks off with a stick after they see this." Touya chuckled as he took another puff of the blunt.

"Go to hell and stop hogging; you didn't put shit in on this anyways," Tomura muttered as he snatched the blunt away to take a pull. Maybe he would find some success, he entertained the concept of having a consistent fuck buddy, but sometimes he was lonely and just wanted someone to lay up with. He wanted to be optimistic about something for once, taking his final pull and ashing the blunt out. The smoky haze and intoxicating scent lulling him to sleep.

Fuck optimism, Tomura thought. It had been three days with zero matches or messages, and he was starting to think there had to be a glitch in the system. The only time he had seen a match is when he accidentally swiped on Midnight's profile, a famous Only fans content creator who specialized in BDSM. The same Midnight that he happened to be a top donor for and occasionally bought panties from, but that's beside the point. The profile was poorly made with blurry, uncropped pics taken straight from her social media profiles. The lack of detail and legitimacy was apparent. Tomura felt terrible for the poor soul who probably fell for it, but it made him think…

Why not see how different the response would be if he ran a profile under someone else's guise. Someone more attractive, someone more affluent, and someone more famous. This was simply a social experiment; no harm would come from it of course. He would simply ghost anyone who wanted to meet, keeping all interactions virtual. Now who could he possibly pretend to be. without getting caught. Tomura's eyes finally settled on an Axe ad playing on tv featuring male model Keigo Takami. Mr. tall, blonde, and handsome would definitely attract the feminine masses.

Ding ding ding, it was like a bell went off in his head; he had found his new look. He started to scour the internet for any pictures of Hawks that weren't already posted to his socials and be sure to crop any evidence out. A few hours later, Tomura gazed over his final product. He thought it seemed too good to be true; he was sure that anyone with a working brain would know the profile was clearly a catfish. It was too clean, too pristine, and too perfect, but Tomura was tired of the profile's nit-picking details and saved his last changes. It was starting to get dark, and he had to begin his Comp Sci homework soon so he'd have time to play zombies on Call of Duty later.

Tomura woke to a multitude of buzzes notifying him of the several hundred matches he'd accumulated overnight on his Hawks profile. Apparently, no one had a working brain within the 15-mile radius. The messages were filled with tons of chicks he had seen on campus or in class. He even recognized the one from the Halloween party. He spent his morning smoke break, siphoning through the various contenders.

Too tall.

Too blonde.

Too ugly.

Until...

He finally stopped scrolling when he reached your profile; he had seen you before in his Major classes. You were a somewhat modest girl, always working to be an overachiever and teacher's pet. You hadn't spoken to him before, only forcing a smile when Tomura was caught staring at you in class. You were talented, beautiful, quiet, and you hadn't encountered Touya yet. You were everything he had wanted, and more. He started to type a message awaiting your response.

Keigo: "What's keeping you up this late, love ;)"

Tomura thought to keep it casual enough to fit his suave persona.

Y/N: "lol, just sum late night studying keeping me up."

Y/N: "won't lie im very nervous to texting you rn, i'm a big fan

Keigo: "it's gud knowing i have fans as cute as you ;p"

The conversation seemed to flow from there between you two, texting for almost two weeks strong. Tomura had learned so much about you in a short time, your favorite foods, your favorite color, favorite music, and your dislikes as well. Touya often came by his room to check in on Operation: Get Shiggy Some Pussy, only to be met with a "Fuck off," and yet another door slammed in his face.

You gushed over how lucky you were to be texting the one and only Keigo Takami. Of course, you were skeptical at first, but what kind of fucked up person would take the time to pretend to be another person? The conversation between you two was great and always kept you on your toes. Still, sometimes days would pass before you received a response; you chalked it to the fact that he was always busy as a celebrity and didn't always have time to respond to you.

You were currently lying in bed and unable to fall asleep; you peered at your phone to see that it was 2:05 am. You let out a sigh, preparing to stare at your ceiling until you finally fell asleep, only to be interrupted by a chime from your phone. It was a message from Keigo.

Keigo: you up? ;(

You instantly typed a response, scared that you had done something wrong.

Y/N: yup, what's wrong…?

Keigo: i'm so fucking hard rn baby ;(((

Oh shit, you hadn't prepared yourself for that response; maybe he injured himself at work or-

Keigo: you still there babe? send a pic ;p

You definitely hadn't prepared for that, but who were you to deny him. Keigo could've asked anyone else in the world, but he asked you. Not wanting to leave him waiting, you quickly shucked your shirt off and used your arm to push up your breasts, giving an illusion of the perfect push up bra. You promptly took several pics, taking the time to edit and select the ideal filters to complement your skin tone.

Y/N: 1 image sent

A bubble indicating him typing popped up instantly

Keigo: 3 images sent

Keigo: fuckkkk babe, ur such a tease

You opened the pics, feeling your panties dampen slightly. It was a cock, well Keigo's cock, fat and engorged, leaking pre-cum against his toned belly. He was mostly well-groomed, but a prominent white tuft of hair appears in the picture, making you wonder if Keigo was actually a natural blonde.

Keigo: 1 video sent

let me see that pretty pussy baby,

It was a video of Keigo languidly stroking his cock, how romantic. It was only right for a gorgeous man like Keigo to have a pretty cock to match. What he lacked in girth was definitely made up for in length, complemented with a slight curve that could definitely reach that itch that none of your toys could scratch. By now, you had ditched your panties and started to slowly start to fuck yourself open with one finger at a time. You started recording and angled the phone against your pillow, trying to capture you desperately fucking yourself on your fingers, letting out a small whimper with each thrust.

Y/N: 1 video sent

You began to fuck yourself vigorously, dragging the accumulated slick over your clit with slow, circular strokes. You felt your orgasm on the brink, growing more restless and desperate, humping reverently at your fingers, whimpering desperately; you were so close...There was a sudden surge of fluid from your core, incoherent mumbles leaving your mouth as you kept carefully fucked yourself through your climax. The post-orgasm bliss lulling you to sleep, your eyes had finally fluttered shut, only to be awakened by another chime.

Keigo: 1 image sent

look @ all that cum baby, its all for you ;)

Y/N: when can we meet? my fingers can only work for so long :p

Read: 2:53 am

Aw man, maybe he fell asleep. You were definitely fighting sleep at this point as well, finally closing your eyes, satisfied for the night.

Tomura struggled to catch his breath, reaching for his discarded shirt to wipe the sticky cum off of his stomach. That was the third time this month you'd ask about a meeting, and it was frankly starting to piss him off. He'd have to come up with something fast if he wanted to keep you around. Even though he didn't have much of a moral compass left in his body, the feeling of guilt was hard to ignore. You didn't deserve to be roped into his fucked up social experiment…

A yawn interrupted Tomura's guilty thoughts. He could continue to feel guilty when he wakes up tomorrow.

The following week your prayers had been answered, Keigo finally agreed to meet! It had been such a bittersweet feeling. What if he thought you looked nothing like your profile pictures? Would he reject you and run the other way, screaming? You tried to push your doubtful feelings down by distracting yourself with running errands. Finding the perfect outfit to wear, getting every inch of your body waxed, and picking up a lacy red lingerie set.

Upon getting back to your apartment, you found a red bouquet of roses on the doormat. They were clearly store-bought and not of excellent quality… but it's the thought that counts!

Lots of celebrities were frugal, and of course, Keigo was no different. After further inspection, a small white card with an address and time. You searched the address finding a mid-grade hotel on the outskirts of the city. Keigo was definitely a (cheap) frugal man dedicated to his discretion. Soon realizing that the time on the card was approaching, you quickly ran to shower and primp yourself for the evening. Not even thinking to question how he found your address in the first place...

You had finally arrived at the sketchy hotel, noting that there were little to no cars in the parking lot and noting that none of them looked like they belonged to Keigo. You wandered through the lobby until you finally reached the elevator, tapping the button for the 5th floor. You tried to shake off your pre-meeting jitters, you already knew everything would be fine, but you couldn't shake the feeling of something wrong...

Those intrusive thoughts were soon interrupted by the chime that indicated you had reached your floor. You took a deep breath as you stepped off the elevator, pacing yourself as you walked to your destination.

Room 555

How fitting, you thought. Your knuckles rasped against the door several times.

"Come in." A voice sounded through the door.

You peeked your head around the door before taking a step in the room, not being able to locate the owner of the voice. You gasped after taking the appearance of the room. The room had rose petals haphazardly strewn across the floor. Candles flickered on the dresser, a bubble bath was run in the bathroom, and to top it off, a too cheap bottle of champagne on ice.

There was clearly an effort made, which made your heart swoon, hoping to put a real face to the man you've been speaking to for the past few months, you said out into the empty room.

"Keigo, I like what you've done with the place. You can come out now," you giggled.

"I'm glad you got the flowers," a raspy voice responded.

.......Huh?

Your joy instantly crushed, having heard Keigo's voice multiple times in the interviews you've seen, it sounded nothing like that. Unless he'd suddenly started chain-smoking within the past few months. A loud alarm started going off in your head. It was definitely time to go.

You twirled on your heels and reached for the doorknob, only to be stopped by a hand gripping your upper arm.

"Leaving so soon? The bathwater is still warm…" The mystery voice informed.

"Oh… I think I have the wrong room, so sorry about that." You squeaked, attempting to reach the door again only to be dragged into a bony chest.

Your chin was tilted, forcing you to meet eyes with "Keigo." Who was actually a porcelain-skinned tower of a man with shaggy white hair that had an oddly familiar look to him?

"Let me go! You're not Keigo!" You screamed, hoping to alert any other guests on the floor.

"Fucking took you long enough. I thought you were smarter than those other bitches on campus. Tomura balked, struggling to keep you still in his grasp.

Campus. That's where you recognized the face and voice of your captor, you were both in the same Comp Sci class, and you'd often caught him staring as you worked, chalking it up to you having something on your face or in your teeth. The realization caused tears to spurt from your eyes.

"Poor baby, didn't mommy and daddy teach you to not speak to strangers on the internet?"

"I-I thought y-you were K-Keigo," you gasped, struggling to control your sobs.

"Well, I'm not. Get over it." Tomura slurred, placing sloppy kisses over your collar bone, slowly backing you towards the bed.

You couldn't bring yourself to move or fight anymore, body stiff with fear. Your sobs increase in volume after feeling your legs make contact with the edge of the bed. You didn't know this man from a can of paint, and here he is about to assault you.

"Stop crying before I leak those sexy little videos you shared with "Keigo." Imagine if everyone in the class knew how much of an easy slut you are?" Tomura hissed, shoving you unto the stiff mattress, springs squeaking as you bounced.

You cradled your mouth, struggling to stifle your sobs. Why hadn't you recognized the signs sooner? You spent so much time looking at the situation through rose-colored lenses that you had utterly neglected your safety. But it wasn't the time to feign sympathy for yourself. You needed to take action, and soon—the shaggy haired stranger dragging your motionless body towards the end of the headboard.

"Wait!" You gasped, hoping that you could possibly reason with your captor.

"What's your name?

This was your final chance to escape. You suddenly kicked forward, aiming for his face, failing miserably as it was blocked. Both legs were then shoved into a mating press, granting Tomura the space to press himself even closer to you.

A groan left Tomura's mouth, frotting against your clothed mound, smothering your neck with sloppy saliva drenched kisses. You cowered at the feeling, curling away from his advances. The dry humping continued until a final groan of desperation was released. He was too grown for this shit and didn't feel like going home with stained boxers when your sweet heat was right in front of him.

The red bodycon dress you decided on was shredded down the middle, leaving you in your lingerie set. You added that to the list of things you were already regretting, moving to cover yourself the best you could. Your efforts to preserve the crumb of modesty you had left were futile, both hands knocked out of the way.

"You don't have to hide princess, I think Christmas came early.” “You're wrapped so pretty, baby." He chuckled, moving to fondle your breasts. Taking the time to pinch and pull at both nipples, drawing small hesitant gasps.

"I'll play with these more later. You don't know how long I've waited to play with that cute little pussy in person." You felt your panties tugged to the side, embarrassed with the amount of arousal accumulated below. The feeling was soon replaced with horror after feeling the tip of his cock dragged between your slit.

Tomura used the residual slick to grease his cock, bypassing the need to stretch you out. He pressed forward, forcing himself inside, pausing to catch his breath. Damn... it's been a long time.

You yelped in pain, closing your eyes in hopes of blocking out the situation at hand. You felt him start to pick up his pace, causing small tinges of pain to course through your body.

"Mmmm, open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you." He gasped, realizing you hadn't complied yet, he landed a firm slap on your cheek. "Not only are you dumb, but you're also deaf too… open. SMACK your. SMACK fucking. SMACK eyes."

Your eyes shot open, brimming with tears, finding yourself face to face with your captor. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, dainty white lashes framing the lids, traces of dry patches on his face. He wasn't ugly. You'd honestly give him a chance if he asked you out like a decent human being.

His pace had gained traction, hips crashing against yours. You found yourself slowly succumbing to the pleasure, discreetly fucking yourself against him. You wanted to protest and resist against him, but with your inhibitions lowered, you found it hard to comply. Each thrust pulling you further into the abyss that was your impending orgasm. Your lust-filled thoughts being interrupted by the stranger's incoherent mumbling.

"Tomura."

"Huh?" you whimpered, not fully understanding what he said.

"My name is Tomura."

"Okay and mine i-"

"Shut up and say my name." Tomura's thrusts were sporadic, signaling his impending climax. "Beg me to cum…... please."

You barely registered the final demand, not recognizing the soft tone of his voice.

"T-tomura, p-please let me cum!" you begged, right on edge needing something, anything to push you over.

Two nimble, callused fingers drew delicate circles over your clit, forcing you to writhe and sob as your orgasm coursed through your body. The feeling that followed was one of warmth as Tomura came, slowing his thrusts until he collapsed, encasing you in his arms.

Your eyes fluttered shut with your post-orgasm haze lulling you to sleep until a wet, sticky substance trickled along your inner thigh...

What the fuck....

You nearly launched yourself from the bed, fighting to separate yourself from your captor's arms.

"What is wrong with you?"

"You didn't use a condom," you wailed, tears perched at the corner of your eyes. You didn't have the time for a child, you were doing great in classes, your parents would reject you, you'd be stuck playing house with some stranger and-

"Stop muttering. You're fucking up my nap. I'll buy a Plan B when I wake up." Tomura mumbled into the pillow, dragging you back into his chest.

You continued to fight his grasp, pausing after feeling a firm pinch to your side. Fighting was futile at this point, and you couldn't fully assess the situation until you had some decent sleep.

Closing your eyes for a few seconds wouldn't hurt…right?

#bnha x reader #yandere bnha #bnha smut #shiggy x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha x y/n #tw: noncon #tw: manipulation #tw: slapping #tw: dumbification

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Tenalice #smut (Ten(alice) x you) 🔞

When your boyfriend decides to try on his Halloween costume again, he never expects you to come in from that door and mutters a curse before seeing your eyes changed. He saw the fire in your eyes and Ten knows, tonight will be a long ass ride for him, or maybe you ?

Warning : basically a pw(ith(out))plot. Naughty!Tenalice, you taking control, him teasing you too, steamy photographic session, more teasing and flirting... and a lot of sweet naughty talks. A plot twist too! Smut do not proceed if you're not old enough.... this is my messy brain doing its job to disturb me

Here's a naughty!Tenalice because my wild imagination cannot stop thinking about Tenalice. (Istg i am in my final weeks and this plot is stuck in my head)

You never expect this day to come, a day where you are super tired from work. Your boss has been shitty about your work, she has you redone all the proposals for a photoshoot, and you can't hold yourself back when you saw the notification from YouTube about your boyfriend's group costume party. To be precise princess costume party. You caught a glimpse of Ten dressing up as Alice and fuck he's hot. For the sake of your wellbeing, you do not watch the video in the office and choose to watch it later at home. But things are way better. You got home at night super drained and annoyed that all you want to do is jump into the hot shower and sleep. You can already feel the fluffy feeling of the big bed when you take the elevator to your house.

Once the door opens, you're greeted with a pair of shoes. You smile when you know Ten is already homed. Slowly you step into the kitchen to wash your hands, but he is not there. You check the living room and still there's no sign of him. You hear a soft giggle from your room and your ears perk. Without noise, you turn the knob to your room and what a beautiful scene lays before your eyes.

“Fuck-“

Ten gasps and turns his body around from facing the big body mirror you installed in your room to see you. His hands cover his face when he caught your jaw hanging upon seeing him fully dressed in his Alice costume. The tiredness in your body disappeared (as if it's never there) when you see just how perfect Ten looks like in that tiny costume. His long legs are covered in a thigh high black and white striped stocking, the typical blue and white dress hugs his waist perfectly and his golden wig completes his pretty character. You gulp feeling heat rushing over your body and a smirk come to your face when Ten acts all shy being busted.

"Oh sorry didn't know you're here," you pretended to look around. Ten pulls his hands away from his face and cross his hands over his chest.

"No problem, I didn't hear you coming in." He shyly stares into the ground.

You step into the room and close the door, taking your body to stand in front of him. "You look pretty! Super pretty," you bite your lips as you force his body to spin so you can eye him from all angle. Ten blushes for he secretly likes it, but pretends he is annoyed. "Aish what are you saying," he pouts, and you shoot him a look "look at you," you force him to face the mirror. "Just look... can Alice look this pretty and tempting?" You whisper next to his ears.

Ten shudders at your words. "I was just trying it back because the fans are wilding over the video... and i just want to see if I really look like the video." He tries to make an alibi. Your eyes scan the room and you caught your lights for taking pictures on, you also see a tiny bit of mess there he has on your make up table and you try your best to hide your laugh.

"I think you're doing more than that honey, you're planning to... take a photo I guess?" You walk to your cabinet and take out your camera. It's been a while, you enjoy photography (duhh it's your job) and Ten has been a great model for your clothing blog, but maybe just this one time you can try to take cute pictures of him in this tempting little Alice dress.

Ten was about to peel off the costume if not for your scream of "Wait!" He pauses and shoots you a questioning look. "Since you're in that already, why don't you be good for me and be my muse for tonight?" You already set up your camera and lights. He stutters, wow Ten lee stutters before you is something rare, "If that's what you want, then I guess I cannot object." You kiss him quick appreciating how cooperative he is.

"May I?" You ask before polishing his face with some powder and a blush. He nods and just closes his eyes, allowing you to paint faint colors on his glass skin. And with the last stroke of lip gloss, and him smacking his lips... you really need to hold yourself back before wrecking him.

"How do you want me to pose?" He asks but rather in a shy way like this is his first photo session with you. You smirk, "Oh Ten you do know how to tease me don't you?" He just ignores you and once you bring up your camera to your eye, he's no longer Ten. He's the shy but playful yet daring Tenalice.

You really have to hold yourself back when he poses professionally on his knees and his acting is not kidding. "Oh gosh Ten you look so..." you bite your lips unable to continue speaking when he changes his pose again and even to a more daring position. He smirks over his golden hair and bites his lips when your camera happens to focus on his upper body only and damn you will print these pictures and make an album out of it.

This photo session starts with an innocent pose and as your clicks go on, Ten becomes more bolder. He's almost making you scream stop because you can feel the pool in your panties. You lost your cool when he suggests you to be bolder in taking the pics.

"Honey what about we make this a catalogue for your side blog," he suddenly sounds naughty and challenging.

"What side blog?"

"Oh you know the one for adults," he shrugs his shoulder.

You shake your head "I don't have any side blogs. What do you mean?" He stands up from the floor, walks to the bed and with one spin that causes a sliver of his thigh comes into light, he plops himself down on the fluffy mattress. He sits down on the bed, on his knees and suddenly opens them just enough for you to see his lace underwear covering his hardness.

Your grip tightens on your camera and you shake your head "Am I hearing things?" He takes your arm and pulls you to sit on the edge of the bed, carefully he runs a hand over your back, "No you hear me right. You can just not include my face in my pics right? A back picture or just from the torso downward?"

You close your eyes and cup his face "Are you trying to tell me you're into semi-exhibitionism now?" He shyly runs his finger on your arm, "Whatever you call it, I just don't want my effort in wearing this costume ends in vain." You put your camera on the side and think for a while, well you can always take the pictures and never post them, right? You don't really like sharing the view of your boyfriend to random horny internet users, moreover what will his career be if the world finds out he has a catalogue of that naughty Alice pictures posted by his girlfriend?!

"Honey" his voice lures you in, "we don't have to post them... take a picture for me?" He asks in that sweet pleading voice you can never say no to. With that, your smirk reappears on your face and your hand runs along his stocking up to his thigh and with one whack on his ass you peck him "You asked for it, don't be shy when I ask you to do more, I am taking control of you tonight." Ten hides a smirk, deep inside his heart he knows you won’t ever win a game in taking control and he’ll proof it again tonight.

He almost squeal like a happy teenage girl, but his excitement doesn't allow him. You tie your hair up and change first into a comfortable shorts and tees, your working outfit was drenched in sweat too gosh you cannot handle the heat he radiates. "Have you ever worked with a project like this?" Ten asks after you get your cameras ready again. You shake your head, "I did an underwear photoshoot once for Lay and gosh I cannot take any job like that again..." you blush when you remember how it affects your concentration for weeks since you also have to do the editing.

Ten bounces on his knees "Ehem your boyfriend is here can we just finish this faster," he whines and you nod "Okay okay.. impatient, aren't we? Now pose and act like I’m not here."

With each naughty pose he strikes you can see him also struggling to keep his face straight and you're starting to squirm too. "Um Ten," you take out your camera from your neck and turn it off then keep it away on the table. You can no longer take his game, no he's toying on you and shouldn't you be the one toying him?!

"Oh you're done?" He suddenly turns his head to look at you from his shoulder. Well for the last one he was showing his back and posing for you, that's when you decided you cannot do more. You dip into the mattress and straddle Tenalice under you. He brushes his bangs away from his eyes and holds your waist in place. Gently your finger traces his arms down to his stone abs and to his thigh, carefully you pull up his skirt aside and without breaking eye contact, your fingers found the texture of the lace panties and Ten gasps a low moan.

You snigger, “Oops,” and slip your palm to grab his member. He whimpers when you tease him.

“Oh don’t tease me,” he exhales when you’re just touching his tip.

You shrug your shoulder, did not minister him at all just loosely grab them, feel yourself on his thigh and Tenalice brings himself to kiss you. He grasps your hand and takes it away from his aching member, “Baby if you’re only going to tease me, you better stop. You wake up the beast.”

In a second, Ten flips you on your back and latches his lips into yours. This time, he’s the one who takes control, “You’ve teased me now It’s my time to teach you a lesson honey.” His voice is still his honey Tenalice voice, but you know better not to talk back at him, not when the fire in his eyes is the same glint you got on the other hard nights.

“For your information Tenalice, you are the one teasing me. Don’t you have a great time posing for me for the cam and oh you’re going wild when you saw me squirm,” you talked back, though you know you shouldn’t.

Ten laughs, “That is the whole point honey, to make you think you’re teasing me but actually I am the one playing you. Look at you,” his palm ghost over your cheek, down to your chest over the valley to the aching wet pleasure bundle in you. You stifle your moan and bite your lips, your eyes close automatically when he gently flicks over the swollen bud. Ten giggles and kisses your neck, he bites and sucks on you. “You’re so pliant for me, so wet, so ready.”

You shake your head; this isn’t supposed to happen. You were thinking of taking control but look at you already devastated by seeing him in his Alice character and you’re once again under him. You toss your mind aside, winning can come next time, now the only thing you need is pleasure.

“You’re losing little bunny,” he smirks when he slips one of his long fingers into you and you’re already stuffing your hand over your lips. “Look at my white rabbit losing to Alice, just let go honey. I want to hear your voice.” He adds one more and thrusts into you quickly.

You pull his head for a deep kiss and with that, Ten knows he successfully tease you, makes you lose your mind and he knows you will find a way to win over him, but that is the whole point of doing this. He planned to tease you and make you lose.

“Ten,” you plead when he takes out his fingers when you’re super close to your ecstasy. Your pretty boyfriend gently rubs your back, “Why?” he pulls you up into his lap and you’re already whimpering when his hardness touches you. He wants you to say the word, to admit you lose but you’re finding it hard to say the word, not when he’s teasing you and staring you with his innocent eyes.

“Say it honey, I cannot read minds. Alice needs you to use your words.” He brushes your hair away from your face and your eyes are already teary. Your gaze was hazy and your head cannot think of anything else.

You take a deep breathe and gaps when Ten’s cold hand reaches your nape, you close your eyes and finally admit it.

“I lost, please just finish what you started,” you open your eyes to meet his dark eyes and a very small smirk comes from his mouth, “As you wish honey, just enjoy your ride. Tenalice is here to satisfy your fantasy.”

You blush, did he actually find out you like seeing him cross dressing, you swear if this is what you get and how he looks every time he wears a costume, you’ll buy him more dresses and number one list will be a maid dress. No question.

“Tell me do you love Ten or Tenalice more?” he asks once the two of you have finished a long ride. In the dark room, filled with sweat and reeks of love shots, you cuddle into your boyfriend’s chest. His costume is already gone on the floor along with yours and his wigs. He kept it on for a while, but ends up getting out of it in the end.

You hum for a while and while tracing random circles over his body you whisper, “I might need to see the other personalities too, but Tenalice is on my favorite list after Ten Lee,”

He chuckles ang hugs you closer, “Did I make too much bites?”

You shake your head, “I don’t mind, isn’t that a good thing people knows I belong to you? I’m quite surprised Alice likes to bite. Is she a vampire now?”

Ten laughs and just pulls you into another deeper kiss, “I love you, thank you for making this possible.”

You smile, “So, do we print out your pictures and sell them online?”

He smacks your ass and you whine “Were you trying to make use of the property that only you can see?”

You hit him back, “You were the one asking for it first.”

He ruffles your hair, “It was the air.”

You snicker, “Don’t be surprised if one day they are on the web.”

“I won’t be surprised. Besides I have a lot of your pics too, might even expose you honey. Eye for an eye” he winks and pulls the sheet to cover your two entangled bare bodies.

“I’m sleepy but I want to shower,” you yawn. Ten kisses you nose, “Sleep first, I’ll wake you up for shower later.”

“Love you Ten and Tenalice,” you mumble.

Good night, I am sorry if this sucks, but I cannot keep this in my head. I have to write it down and might as well share it ;)

Thank you for reaching this part, please tell me if you like this or if I am just being weird for having this in my head.

credits to the owner of the collage and the text those are not mine

story does belong to me :p

head up to masterlist and check out more Ten steamy smut scenarios, all of my Ten imagine are somehow steamy :)

thank you and enjoy your time with tenalice!

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #10:

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A/N: please reload if you saw this early! HAD TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES WITH THIS ONE. Smh! Some fluff after so much smut, but the next outtake is a MUST read.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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6 Months Into Dating - Aone Introducing Y/N To His Pet Turtle 💚🐢💚

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” Ordered your boyfriend kindly.

You quickly opened your eyes, immediately greeted with the most adorable sight in the world: your giant scary-looking mountain man holding a small shelled reptile in his both of his hands.

“Oh. My. God!” You yelled, hopping off Aone’s couch to run to him. Aone lowered his turtle so you could pet him and he watched your eyes fill with unmistakable adoration. You pet the reptile softly with your small index finger, and Aone noticed his turtle lean towards you automatically, just like he does whenever you touch him.

“He likes you.” Aone smirked.

You looked up at your boyfriend. “What’s his name! What’s his name! What’s his name!” You squealed, coming in close so that your nose was close to the turtles nose.

“Perdu.”

A/N: y’all know I speak French so search up what that means AHAHAHA

Also, if you haven’t had your daily dose of cute today google imagine search ‘aone turtle’ and see our baby!

I would have included a pic but not enough artist credit

You started jumping up and down out of excitement. “Ahhhhh! Hi Perdu!!!! I’m your new mama!”

Aone sucked in a breath at you calling yourself his pet turtle’s new mama. He always embarrassingly dreamed of having kids with you one day so it really hit him in the feels.

“He’s perfect. Can I hold him?”

Aone grunted and nodded.

“Can you show me how, Aone? I don’t want to hurt him.”

Aone gave you instructions and then placed the African Aquatic Sideneck Turtle in your hands. Takanobu stood there with his hands to his side like a lovesick idiot, watching you speak baby-talk to one of his best friends and just melting inside. He loved the fact that his love loved his other love. He was beaming.

“Hi Perdu! I am going to be taking care of you because daddy is going on a volleyball trip! But I promise you will have so much fun staying at my house!”

“I’m sure he will love staying with you, Y/N. He doesn’t like Kenji-san very much, bites him every time Futakuchi tries to pet him. You, he likes.”

Your eyes shone with pride as you cradled Perdu.

“Babe, he’s so cute!!!” You switched your expression to angry, glaring up at Aone. “Now Can I know why I’m just finding out about him now and why the hellyou hid him away in the basement when I came over?! 😡”

Embarrassed, Takanobu looked away. “Well.......”

You stared up at the white-haired beauty expectantly. “Welll.... what?”

“Well....... I um, I didn’t want you to think I was weird. For having a pet turtle.”

Your jaw dropped. “What! Excuse me?!”

Aone frowned, looking at the floor. “I apologize Y/N, Kenji even said that if you didn’t like Perdu then you may not be the one for me—but—I didn’t want to risk anything..... I didn’t want to risk you thinking I was odd and then not giving me a chance.”

Your face softened, hearing your boyfriend’s insecure thoughts.

☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

“Aone baby, come here.” You used one arm to cradle Perdu then used your other hand to lead your boyfriend to his living room couch so he could sit down. When he did, you sat in his lap, so that he was behind you, looking down at your son together.

“Aone, you make me so happy. I think of you some days and think that you’re too good to be true.”

Aone’s eyes widened over your shoulder. “Really??”

You nodded earnestly, going back to petting Peru softly on his head. “Can we talk? I think it’s time.” You said and Aone felt his heart drop. He knew what this conversation was going to be: and while he didn’t dread it per se, it was kind of embarrassing— and he just hoped you didn’t scare easily.

“Yes, we may talk, I’ll just put Perdu back in his tank for a bit.” You kissed your boyfriend’s cheek and got up to hand him your son. “Don’t forget to change his water tank, it’s been 2 hours!” You called as he made his way downstairs.

Aone stopped, turning back to look at you with admiration in his eyes. You remembered everything about Perdu already: it made him fall in love with you even more.

“Well done, Y/N. I will. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”

10 Minutes Later - Aone Embarrassingly Telling You About The Things He Did When He Was Crushing On You :/

When you two were settled back on the couch, Aone sat far away from you as if you had cooties. Knowing that your bf was just uncomfortable with this convo, you did what you always did and crawled over to him, climbing into your favourite spot on his lap so you were sitting on him sideways like:

This position had a way of instantly calming him down as he loved having you so close. You saw him visibly relax. Good. You took a deep breath and turned his chin so that he was looking at you.

“Aone. I’ve always wondered—did I do something when we weren’t together? Like is there something I did that made you feel like you couldn’t just approach me, say hi?”

Aone blushed, then shook his head. “No, not particularly.”

You knew there was more he wanted to say he was just being shy. “Go on.......... I promise not to judge you. I’m here to stay.” You leaned in to kiss your boyfriend’s lips, knowing that he was terrified of you finding him creepy and deciding to leave. You had to reassure him that that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Mountain believed you, and hearing your reassurance gave him the confidence he needed to begin:

“Y/N. I need you to somehow understand that you weren’t just some ‘crush’ to me. Not in the amateur sense like the way Katana is crushing on Futakuchi, or Koganegawa’s crush on Kusa. I mean yes, I was definitely crushing on you, but I realized early on that it was.....different. It was a bit more than that. It is like this: You were—are—my dream girl. Like, if I had never met you and someone asked me to describe my ideal woman, I would have described you......to a T. So, when I saw you for the first time at the pep rally, my mind went: thats her. That’s the perfect girl.”

You melted, listening intently and trying not to interrupt by jumping him. He continued.

“So, you kind of startled me. Because everyone always thinks their ‘dream person’ is just that....a dream.....right? They seem very unattainable. Very intimidating. Not to mention I am not one to approach a woman. And then add the fact that you’re one of the most popular females in our grade, plus you don’t notice me despite the fact that—according to Futakuchi and Koganegawa—I was painfully obvious in my pining—combining all of those factors, it was hard to just one day go up to you and ‘say hi.’” He stared at your thighs, beginning to draw random designs on them. “However, I wanted to. Every time I saw you I wanted to go over and introduce myself and ask you if I could walk you home but.......” he sighed. “I guess I was too cowardly.”

You went: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 grabbing Aone’s face and showering it with kisses, making his heart race.

“Oh, Aone, I wish you approached me baby. You were in pain—“

“Pain? Only at certain points. Actually, for the most part I was rather happy to be crushing on you. You made my everyday better. As soon as I began having feelings for you seeing you in the halls was like being presented with tickets to my favourite sporting event! I looked forward to class because you would be there, meaning I could hear more about you and see you smile. I’ll admit I stared at you quite a lot.....but it was because you were always smiling with your friends and that smile alone brightened my week, too.”

You heart clenched. “That’s so sweet Baby. But then when were those painful moments?”

Aone frowned, recalling the memories. “Uhhh......when you were seeing that baseball player.”

You scoffed. “Ew I was never seeing that fuckboy—“

“—And when you asked the teacher who on earth I was.”

“What?!” You gasped.

Aone peaked up at you, not wanting you to feel bad. “Please, don’t feel bad now, Y/N..... it’s not your fault my presence wasn’t really on your....”

“I did?! When ?!”

Aone sighed and shyly told you the story about how he had slowly packed his books so he could eavesdrop on you/his crush’s academic conversation. He explained how what happened when the teacher suggested him made him lovesick for a while.

“Ohhhh, my poor baby......” mortified, you put your head in your hands and shook your head. “I’m so stupid! I’m so sorry! please..... oh God and you were right behind me?! That is so unbelievably rude of me! What the hell did you see in me!” You we’re MORTIFIED.

Aone placed his hands around your wrists , gently prying your hands away from your beautiful face. He leaned in so that you were looking at him. “Y/N. my intention is to not make you feel bad about any of this. You didn’t know I was there, and you didn’t know who I was. I didn’t even try to get you to notice me, not really. If anything you asking who I was that day probably subconsciously pushed me to defend you against Tsume Lian weeks later. Everything happens for a reason.”

Still mortified, you nodded, looking down.

Aone was desperate to cheer you up because that frown of yours tugged on his heartstrings more than anything else in the world:

“When I was crushing on you, and you were a genie on Halloween, I was the one who donated 106,000 yen on behalf of our volleyball team.”

You snapped your head up, eyes wide and hit your boyfriend on his chest. “YOU DID WHAT!”

He rewarded you with a chuckle. “I’m so embarrassed right now. I’m sorry. I just wanted you and the team......but mostly you.......not to struggle.”

“Aone Takanobu! You mean to tell me that you were a perfect boyfriend to me before you were even my boyfriend?!”

Aone shrugged, kissing your cheek and turning red. He’s glad that his embarrassing admission made that frown leave your face. Worth it. “Futakuchi seemed to think so. And while we are admitting things..... and Koganegawa already exposed your birthday plans...... I also feel inclined to tell you that your Halloween costume last year made me weak.”

You pouted out of sheer adoration for your boyfriend! “What! Really?! The genie thing?! You liked it?”

Aone nodded, feeling himself get a semi just by remembrance. “We had a math test that day and I almost failed for the first time. I couldn’t stop looking at you. I’m sorry please don’t think I am one of those perverted boys. I just couldn’t help it.......”

Feeling aroused by the idea of you arousing your boyfriend in class, you moved to straddle him and gave him a deep kiss. Aone moaned into the kiss and pulled you closer, internally joyous that you weren’t running away after all he’d admitted to you.

You both pulled away at the same time, trying to catch your breath. You leaned your forehead on his.

“Aone, I think it’s adorable that you liked me for so long. I’m kinda kicking myself because if I wasn’t so lost and just noticed you, we would’ve been together way longer now.”

“No! Please don’t feel bad.” He begged, “Time with you since that day with Tsume has been the best part of my entire life. It may come off as pathetic, but.......when you spend time with me—no, when you simply smile at me not anyone else.....it makes up for the years I spent hopelessly pining and dreaming about you.”

You smiked, deciding to tease your boy because a word he’d said spiked your interest. “Dreaming about me....huh?” You raised your eyebrows.

Aone flushed—he really walked into that one—then shook his head firmly. “Yes. But before you ask any more questions: the answer is absolutely not. I am not telling you about my wet dreams about you, Y/—“

You eyes widened. 👀 “WAIT, WET dreams?!?!?! As in the things I did in your dream made you cum in real life?!?!”

Because he hadn’t realized what he said, Aone stopped breathing. He stood up abruptly with you in his arms, leaning down to place you on the couch. Looking anywhere but at you, Takanobu tried to come up with a reason to escape. He looked so fucking cute so-crippling shy you were going to combust!

“I m-must take Perdu out f-for a walk, now.” He said awkwardly, clearly making something up to get himself out of that one.

Your eyes twinkled. “Aone baby, I think it’s cute......”

Aone looked at you in horny disbelief. “.....Hm..... y-y-y-you do?”

You smiled, taking his hand. “Sure. I just want to know what you dreamed about so I can make the real-thing that much better......” you said seductively, leaning in to ghost a kiss over his pants where his dick is. “I’d love to act out one of your dream sequences right now, before I go....” you bit you lip while batting your eyelashes at him.

Aone bit back a moan, immediately growing hard. He wanted to tell you that real-you always felt better, but he couldn’t think straight. “Yes. Yes, If y-you’d li-like....... 😩 I’m powerless to resist you.”

You stood up happily, still holding Aone’s hand, and lead him back to his bedroom. “Look on the bright side babe,” you squeezed his hand. “When Perdu grows up you can have a father son chat with him when you tell him from experience that dreams really do come true.”

While Aone was relieved because the conversation he’d been so scared to have ended up being taken light heartedly and fun, he’d soon come to regret having it at all.

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Taglist: @crushzone @galagcica @chaichai-the-weeb @nairobiisqueen @bisasterrr @juminly

A/N: hold onto your seats folks. Last outtake post next! ....and you’re going to want to read it.

Outtake #11: CLICK HERE

#aone takanobu x you #aone x you #aone smut #aone fluff #aone x y/n #aone x reader #aone takanobu stories #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu boys #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanon #hq headcannons #sexy hq boys #haikyuu stories

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commajade · 3 years

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Amber ive been loving your album rankings! would you be interested in doing sunmi's full moon ep or the exo overdose mini album?

omg i just noticed ur lee joo young prof pic that's incredible has that always been there. i wanna do both! omg they're both 2014 albums that were like genre defining genre defying iconic at the time i'm so excited. i'm familiar with both but haven't listened to either fully. full moon - sunmi

i'm actually a little emotional about this ep rn cuz i watched come back home where yu jaesuk and friends + sunmi + rain went to sunmi's old apartment in cheongdamdong where she lived while making the full moon ep. it's my darling sunmi's solo debut! it was like entirely a jyp project but that's just how solo debuts are sometimes i guess. she was so young, like only 20 right? and my parents said that they were surprised to see sunmi still successful as a solo for so long because after wonder girls' mysterious disappearance (their words lol sarajeotda) no one was expecting sumi to debut solo and do well. she might've been the precedent for taemin too. sunmi wasn't a maknae but it was still a big deal for a young sweet member of a major group to debut solo with a sexy concept.

1. 24 hours - sunmi's debut single!! prerelease track!! iconic! honestly more people cover this than full moon which is interesting. the choreo is in fact iconic so it makes sense. a fave track of gay male dancers specifically she did this for the gays.

2. full moon - title track! brave brothers production of course iconic. "the first collaboration of jyp and brave sound" sunmi said she didn't realize the intro was so long when she was promoting it lol. ah what a classic, creepy halloween-y concept. i really loved the creepy old house aesthetic a lot of 2nd gen mvs had actually whenever i see a callback to it (abandoned by wonder girls) it's a v welcome surprise. 3. who am i - love a yubin sunmi collab <3 i like the cinematic feel of the song. the production is p american pop style but i'm into it.

4. burn

4. frozen in time

5. if that was you let's go exo overdose! i'm not actually super familiar with exo's bsides or history so this is gonna be fun.

1. love love love - this is one of my fave exo bsides of all time but forgot the title (i thought it was moonlight sonata?). god it's incredible. the kinda cascading sounds and piano sounds are def to be like ~oriental~ but kpop that use that just sounds good i forgive the self orientalization. this could be a 2020 exo subunit title track. 2. thunder - rnb!!!!!!!! 2000s rnb!!!!! the glass shattering effects. the clicking noises later. the harmony. wow. a perfect kpop rnb song. vocals production melodic topline all so good. no wonder exo became the kings of kpop. 3. overdose - all i remember from 2014 is that i could never finish the mv because of the flashing lights and i tried again and i was correct lol. i had to watch it just now in bits and pieces. looking at them just makes me go awwww they were BAAABIES esp kai and kyungsoo they're so cute. god the choreo is so iconic too. was exo one of the groups that started the whole third gen boy group rebellious youth concept?? or did someone else start it but they followed. because their debut was SO very second gen to establish them as tvxq's successors and heavy hitters like sm is doing with aespa rn. but by 2014 they're doing rebellious youth like all the other groups at the time? but with those cute suit outfits too it's that very polished very well made feel that tries to set them apart as an sm boy group. anyway excellent iconic song amazing flawless vocals. 4. moonlight - gorgeous classic simple 2000s rnb ballad. 5. run - it's a very 2013 almost like indie folk pop alt rock base???? what??? i was not expecting this?????? man they were CURRENT this SHOULD HAVE BEEN on the US radio for all of 2014-2017 it's like such a perfect encapsulation of radio pop billboard top 20 trends at that time but with like sophistication and interesting sounds. i'm jealous of korean teenagers who got to soundtrack their lives with this oh man.

#asks #music #album rankings #sunmi #exo

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dreaming-of-assclass · 4 years

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Halloween Headcanons: Part 2

Part 1 Here

For most of the month, Mimura makes it his mission to watch all his favorite classic horror movies. He’s super passionate about it and hosts movie nights every weekend with his friends.

Group 2 girls have a pumpkin carving night at Hayami’s house. By the end of it, there’s pumpkin pulp and guts all over the table and kitchen floor. Nakamura and Fuwa are having the most fun, and treat the carving like it’s a horror scene. “Oh wait this pumpkin is still intact!” Meanwhile Hayami is just laying her head on the table, half laughing and half not looking forward to the huge clean up.

Sugino invites the rest of Group 4 to go trick-or-treating with him and his little brother. The night is pretty fun and nice...until they drop off the little brother home early for his bedtime. After that, these kids go wild and the chaos begins. Also while trick-or-treating, Group 4 sees some kids being really rude to the elderly people giving candy to them. So Kayano, Nagisa, and Karma hide in the bushes and jump out at the kids, scaring the shit out of them. The little kids run and leave all their candy behind.

The Group 2 kids make a very detailed map of the area, routing which houses give the most expensive candy. Like it’s almost a whole itinerary lmfao. And on Halloween night, they go to those exact areas...except they get lost rhrhdjejek.

Group 3 is split up at first. Hara and Yoshida are taking her little brothers trick-or-treating. Muramatsu and Itona are at the ramen shop, giving out candy to whoever shows up. They’re mostly just eating it themselves. Terasaka invites Takebayashi to his house and they watch Halloween Idol events on his tv while giving out candy. Then they all meet up when Hazama texts them to come to the cemetery at 8pm. They meet up and then the rest of the night is just these dumbasses having fun and testing out urban ghost myths.

Best believe that for the entirety of this month, and all of fall really, Irina, Yada, and Kurahashi get pumpkin spice lattes. Everyday, they show up to class with the same drink and take aesthetic pictures.

Korosensei takes advantage of sales and buys an insane amount of candy. He gives a good portion of it to his class, then gorges on the rest later that night. He tries to stay away from anything scary or ghost-related, and actually is very freaked out for the entire night. Also...all the blood and weapon imagery of Halloween isn’t enjoyable for him either. Especially seeing the name “Reaper” in so many Halloween related stuff... Yeah he only likes the candy let’s be real.

This has no basis or anything BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE ISOGAI, MAEHARA, AND KIMURA IN SKELETON HOODIES?? GROUP 1 BOYS ARE SO CUTE

Speaking of Group 1, they don’t go trick or treating. But they absolutely go to a Halloween party all together. It’s hosted by a popular girl that Yada knows outside of Kunugigaoka. They all get dressed up, look cute, take pics, and are ready to have a good time. But as soon as they step inside, Maehara sees one of his ex girlfriends there. And then all hell breaks loose for the rest of the night.

Irina and Karasuma also go to an adult Halloween party of their own. It’s one of their first dates UwU. Karasuma was hesitant but decided to just go with it, since he’s starting to make an effort in their dynamic. And the party is a little chaotic but they do have fun. And it brings them closer. Too bad none of the kids and Koro know, otherwise it would be good shipping fuel.

On Halloween, Gakushuu hosts his own party lmao. He never thought of it or had the desire to, until he overheard some kids at the main campus saying “Asano is kinda scary sometimes. It’s hard to talk to him, and he’s so perfect.” Now mind you, Gakushuu will never change how perfect he is. But he needs to fix the fact that people are scared of him. He’s a leader dammit. So as soon as he hears that, he marches back to the classroom and says “Ren! I need you to make an invite list for my Halloween party!” And the 5 virtuosos are like surprised pikachu face. But the party turns out to be so good and nice, it’s hosted at one of the other popular kid’s houses. And there’s really amazing food and a costume party. It’s just so...relaxing for once for all these kids, having a break. And Gakushuu keeps a nice face but he actually genuinely enjoys it more than he thought. It wasn’t just PR, he also got to know his classmates more. His popularity definitely boosts after this, but so does his skill at being a natural leader UwU.

#assclass #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classsroom #headcanons #3-e #korosensei #gakushuu asano #irina jelavic #tadaomi karasuma #irisuma

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Vampire Van fic as requested! Not actually thought out a storyline past this chapter yet so if anyone’s got any thoughts/suggestions let me know... Special thanks to @fuellingmyfix for the vanpire pics 😘

Happy Halloween everyone! 🧛‍♂️ 🎃 👻 💀

Love Bites (Van McCann) Part 1

Warnings: none for this part... / Word Count: 2.5k

You appraise your reflection in the full-length mirror, turning this way and that. You're wearing a figure-hugging black dress in the softest satin material with a plunging neckline. It trails on the floor and has a deep slit right up to mid-thigh.

"I don't know, do you think it looks too slutty?"

Your best friend Emma shakes her head emphatically. "Y/N... Halloween is the only night of the year that you can actually get away with dressing slutty and no one cares!"

"So it does look slutty?" You say, adjusting your cleavage, wondering whether the push-up bra you've put on was a step too far.

Emma giggles, linking her arm through yours and steering you in the direction of the door. "Honey... if you've got it, flaunt it! That's what I say!"

The Halloween party you're both attending is in the more affluent area of town and you take in the huge, sprawling, four-storey house as you walk down the driveway.

"Who is this guy again?" You ask your friend, feeling a little wary.

Emma waves a hand dismissively. "Oh, he's just a friend of a friend. I don't actually know him personally. Apparently he's just moved here a few months ago. And his parties have a reputation for being amazing."

The house looks every part the perfect setting for a Halloween soirée, it's dark and shadowy, and there's a distinct sense of foreboding that lingers as you reach the front door. Emma grabs the ornate door knocker and you listen as the sound echoes as it strikes the heavy wooden door. Long minutes seem to pass and you're just about to suggest that you walk away when the door starts to open with a creepy creaking noise. To your surprise there's no one standing there and you peer inside into the deep shadows.

"Hello?" You utter uncertainly.

Silence.

"Maybe we should go..." you start, but Emma takes your hand and pulls you inside.

"Come on Y/N," she urges.

"But it doesn't even seem like there's a party here. It's so quiet. Maybe it's the wrong house."

"No, it's definitely the right place," Emma says and you both step forward.

Without warning the door slams shut behind you both, and the noise is so loud you practically jump out of your skin.

"Fuck!" You cry out, your heart racing, both turning around in shock.

"It was probably just the wind," Emma says, but her voice doesn't sound so sure.

You're feeling decidedly uneasy now. The house is even creepier inside than it looks from the outside, it's bathed in shadows and it's eerily quiet. There's a huge grand staircase running up from the ground floor and an elaborate chandelier hanging from the ceiling which gives off a muted glow. The only sound is the loud ticking noise coming from the tall grandfather clock standing against the far wall.

"This place is giving me the creeps. I think we should just go," you say. It's not cold, but you can feel goosebumps breaking out all over your body.

"Ladies!" A deep voice sounds from behind you and you both whirl around.

"Christ! Where did you come from?" Emma exclaims, addressing the tall figure who seems to have literally materialised from nowhere.

"Did I frighten you?"

You go to speak but the words catch in your throat as you take in the man standing in front of you. He's tall and slim with hair that falls long around his ears and curls at the collar of the black shirt he's wearing. His skin's as pale as porcelain and his lips are full and pink. His eyes are ice cold blue but somehow there's fire in them too. They're mesmerising and you can feel yourself being drawn in.

"You about gave me a fucking heart attack!" Emma blurts out loudly and this breaks the apparent trance you've been in. You glance down, embarrassed that you've been so obviously staring.

"I do apologise," the man addresses Emma, but his eyes are firmly fixed on you. You can feel a slight flush rising to your cheeks. He's bloody gorgeous.

"I'm Van," he says and he reaches out a hand.

Emma introduces herself and you watch as he takes her hand and plants a kiss on the back of it. Despite him greeting your friend he doesn't take his eyes off you and you feel self-conscious under his alluring gaze.

"Hi... I'm Y/N," you say, and Van reaches for your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

His lips are cool but you feel like a spark of electricity emanates from them as they connect with your skin. You can't help the sharp intake of breath you make and you know Van's heard it by the way his lips pull into a small smile.

"Welcome to my home, come on... the party's this way," he says, and you feel a sense of relief as he turns away and you're released from his gaze.

You glance at Emma whose eyes are wide and she's wearing the biggest smile. She nudges you excitedly and you can't help but grin back at her. You both follow Van down a long, dark hallway and your ears begin to pick up the sounds of music as you near your destination. There's a huge wooden door at the end of the corridor and Van stops there before flinging it open and beckoning you both inside.

The room is huge and it's filled with party-goers standing and sitting around, chatting and drinking. You feel a little bit of the tension start to leave your body as you take in the scene, it looks like any other regular party you might attend... apart from the luxurious setting of course.

Van offers to get you both a drink and you gratefully accept, then he turns to walk away and you watch him go. He moves so gracefully it's almost like he's floating on air.

"Oh my god look at this place!" Emma's practically squealing beside you. "Van must be loaded!"

"Yeah," you breathe as you look around in wonder. The room is tastefully furnished and everything looks antique.

"And he's so into you!" Emma nudges you again.

You feel a little fizz of excitement in the pit of your belly at her comment, but you hardly dare to believe it.

"I doubt it," you say, modest as ever, but Emma's not hearing any of it.

"Y/N! He couldn't take his eyes off you! I swear it looked like he wanted to rip that dress off you and fuck you right there in the hallway!"

"Oh my god Emma!" You cry, your cheeks going crimson at the thought. "Shhh... he's coming back over!"

Van passes you and Emma a tall glass of something sparkling, and his fingertips lightly brush yours. Now he's back you can feel yourself tense again. Your mind scrambles for something charismatic to say but all you can manage is, "Great party! This is a lovely place you've got."

You cringe inwardly, thinking how dull you must sound, but the looks Van's giving you suggest he's thinking anything but. You start to wonder whether maybe Emma is right.

"You know, I think it's the people not the place that make a good party, don't you?" He says, then he adds. "And this party just got infinitely more interesting..."

Oh my god, he's a charmer that's for sure. Emma is looking at you with the same wide-eyed stare she had earlier and to your surprise she suddenly steps forward, glancing around like she's looking for someone.

"Y/N, I've just seen one of my brother's mates, Craig. You know the one, always stoned, got in trouble for selling gear to those school-kids last year. I'm just gonna go and say hi. You stay and chat to Van for a bit..."

"Emma..." you call after her but it's too late. She's already backing away, a gleeful kind of look on her face at the prospect of leaving you alone with Van, and his amused expression suggests that it’s clear that he knows exactly what's going on.

"So... looks like it's just me and you then Y/N," he says, leaning into you slightly.

You're suddenly gripped with awkwardness. "Oh, don't feel like you've got to stay with me, I'm okay. You're the host of the party and all... I'll be fine on my own..."

You smile at Van, raising your glass in a kind of friendly gesture, expecting him to politely back off, but he just stands there looking at you.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Oh... I didn't mean that... I just... I don't know..." You stumble over your words, trailing off, embarrassed that he's having such an effect on you.

He laughs, a low throaty chuckle. "I'm only teasing. Come on, come and sit with me."

He steps away, beckoning you to follow him and you do. He leads you over to the far corner of the room, and sits down on a chaise-longue covered in deep red velvet, patting the space next to him. You take a seat, and your dress falls open as you do, revealing your legs right up to the tops of your thighs.

"Oops!" You giggle, immediately shooting out a hand to cover yourself.

Van's eyes rake down your body and he takes his time, not even trying to be discreet about it. It occurs to you that you'd be offended if any other guy so brazenly checked you out, but you actually want Van to desire you. You take a deep breath, letting go of the material, letting the satin slide off your legs, exposing them again. Van shifts in his seat, pressing his thigh right up to yours.

"Mmm... that's a pretty dress." His voice is smooth. "But you do realise that this is a costume party don't you?"

"Yeah, I don't wear this kinda thing all the time you know! I'm supposed to be a vampire... Dracula's bride or something."

Van's smile widens. "Oh? Well I don't see any fangs."

"I couldn't get them to stick, useless things," you giggle. "And anyway, what about you? You're not dressed up."

"Maybe I'm a vampire too..." His grin is cheeky now, and you start to feel yourself relax a little.

"Well... where's your fangs then?"

He pauses, then leans closer. "Close your eyes..." he whispers mysteriously.

You giggle, doing as you're asked, putting your hands over your eyes, waiting.

"You can look now..."

Woah! As you open your eyes you note two perfectly pointed white fangs between his slightly parted lips and you watch as he slowly runs his tongue over them. For some reason the action seems blatantly seductive, and you can feel your whole body flood with heat.

"Oh... errr... they look so realistic!" You stammer, pulse racing as his eyes seem to shimmer with some sort of hypnotic quality which you find you can't look away from.

"Mmm... they're sharp too... come a little closer...”

All of a sudden he's leaning in so close you're forced to lean back, and you feel one of his hands flush against your back and the other around your waist as he brings his body close to yours. His face is so close to your neck you swear you can feel his lips brush against your skin. You gasp at the sensation, completely caught off guard.

Just as suddenly he rights himself, but his hands remain still splayed on your waist, his eyes burning with a look that sends shivers right through you.

"What is that fragrance you're wearing?" He says, his voice a deep whisper. "It's... intoxicating..."

You've literally just met this guy and he's pressing himself against you with the familiarity of a lover. You shift to the side, feeling shook, and he releases you, although he keeps his eyes trained on yours.

"Umm... it's Chanel..." you mumble shyly, looking down at your feet.

You spot the glass of champagne that you'd placed on the floor, stooping to pick it up as a distraction, but in your flustered state you manage to catch the glass with your foot. The glass tips to the side, instantly shattering into what looks a million pieces, the contents flowing out all over the floor.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, and you immediately rise up out of your seat and then drop to your knees to clear up the mess.

"Leave it Y/N, it's fine," you hear Van say, but you're so embarrassed about the mess you've created that you keep your head down, attempting to scoop up the broken glass.

"Ow! Shit!" A jagged piece of glass catches your finger, creating a deep gash which instantly fills with blood and you curse out loud.

But that's not the worst thing. As you glance up at Van he's staring at you with eyes as cold as shards of ice, his lips pulled back into what could almost be described as a snarl. You feel genuine fear flash through you for a second, scrambling to your feet and stepping back. Van advances on you, shooting out a hand to grasp the wrist of your injured hand.

"I’m sorry... I'm so sorry," you repeat, trying to pull your arm away but his grip is vice-like.

"You should go!" He snaps, his voice sharp with not a hint of the charm he's been displaying all evening. He releases your wrist suddenly, pushing with force, making you stumble backwards.

You start to panic, desperately glancing around to find Emma. Your altercation with Van has raised some attention and the loud background chatter has started to tail off, and you see her rushing over looking concerned.

"What's up Y/N?"

You don't have chance to answer. Van's voice booms out suddenly. "Get out!" He commands.

The DJ stops the music, and the whole room suddenly falls silent. You're frozen in shock for a moment, until you feel Emma's hand wrap around yours, and she's pulling you towards the door. You drop your head in shame and confusion as you both exit, rushing down the corridor you were lead down earlier, not stopping until you've pushed the front door open and you're out in the cool night air.

"What the fuck was that?" Emma starts exclaiming instantly.

You just shake your head, feeling so unsettled by the whole experience that you can actually feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "I... I don't know... we were getting on so well... and then I went and smashed a glass..."

You lift your cut hand up, and the blood is flowing out the gash now and dripping on to the floor. Some has splashed on to your bare legs.

"What the hell?" Emma cries, rushing forward and grabbing your injured hand for closer inspection. "You did this and he's kicking up a fuss about a broken glass?"

"I know! I don't get it!" You sob. "Maybe it was like antique crystal or something..."

Emma looks incredulous. "Don't make excuses! He completely overreacted. Come on, Y/N... let's get you home so we can look at that cut."

You nod, blinking back the tears, glancing back at the house as you make your way back up the the long, winding driveway. You think you see a shadowy reflection at one of the upper windows but when you blink it's gone.

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#vampire van #catfish and the bottlemen #catb #van mccann #fanfic #vanfic #smut

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