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Part two of Leyendecker painting studies featuring Mobius!
Part one here
#mobius#marvel#loki#lokius#loki series#owen wilson#my art#i have no idea what toe and heel socks are but that's what the original said#what socks don't have toes and heels
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modern!ellie headcanons
notes/warnings: pet names used (baby), sfw, loser!ellie a little (i cant help it), no race specific information, androgynous reader
★ she has an insane mug collection thats so strange, when you go to hers for the first time its such a weird thing
"you want something to drink?"
"sure"
and you'll go back to messing with her stuff that she left sprawled across her coffee table until you hear her clomp over and extend her arm, she'll be holding an inconveniently built mug out to you casually
"els, what the fuck is that?"
she tilts her head and furrows her brow, confused at your comment as if its unreasonable to ask why shes handing you a horrifically constructed alien mug thats bound to spill all over you
★ speaking of these mugs, she refuses to get rid of *any* of them. when you guys move in together you're begging her to just get rid of one but she refuses
"els, please. we dont have enough shelves for these, we need normal drinking glasses."
you sigh as the mugs sit across the kitchen counter, shes on one side staring at them while youre on the other side staring at her.
"i cant, i use them all"
she doesn't. she drinks out of one and she only ever drinks water from it. you go back and forth for merely minutes before you throw in the towel and just let her do her thing, if shes happy you dgaf about the normal water glasses.
★ shes a loud ass walker, you will hear her before you see her. you genuinely start to think she's doing it on purpose.
★ she has one belt and its one wrong move from completing snapping in two pieces, there is a literal half inch of material holding it together
★ needs to pet street cats every time she sees them, whenever you point out that they're probably diseased she scoffs
★ tries to pretend shes good at fixing things but has no clue what shes doing—the toilet isnt flushing properly and so she stands about 3 feet from it and stares at it with her weight shifted to one side. she'll have on a tank top on and slacked down carhartt pants engulfing her legs as she nods. she really likes to take care of you so she'll refuse to admit she has no idea what shes doing and when you walk away she looks up "toilet not flushing reddit"
★ she fucks with the twilight franchise but pretends to hate it because it doesn't "look cool"
★ she cant drive, she failed her permit test 3 times and pretends like every other driver on the road is the problem (shes the issue every time)
★ she drives a beat up car or truck, it smells a little funny and the radio gets three stations so you have to rummage through her mass cd collection to find something to listen to. half the cds wont even be in their case but instead haphazardly chucked around her car in random spots. the only ones she keeps in order are your cds, which have a specific bag so you don't have to scurry about in her car to find them.
★ 3 pairs of socks and they all have holes in them, she'll complain that the floor is cold all the time
"god the floor is so cold in here"
"can you just put some socks on?"
"i'm wearing socks right now"
"oh really?"
and she'll point as her feet, half her toes are out and her heel is fully exposed. its about the same as just wearing no socks at some point. you'll just stare in disbelief for a moment before scoffing.
"what'd you do that for?"
that small crease between her brows finding its way to her face as it always does.
"you're barely wearing socks"
"oh whatever"
★ has to physically restrain herself from telling you the gift she bought you for any holiday or event, shes tweaking out and cant function until she gives it to you
★ she loves to just be in your presence, she'll observe your routines. she enjoys perching next to you as you get ready, no matter how short or long or a routine she will be by your side
★ she can cook a crazy burger but that's literally all she can make
★ shes a blushing mess for you but she loves to get cocky and pretend she isn't when texting you
★ needy and will message you thirst trap ass photos in an attempt to get you to leave work early and be with her (it works)
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Let's trade shoes | Matt Sturniolo
Matt Sturniolo x reader
Summary: Where Y/N feels pain in her feet from wearing high heels for hours, and Matt gives her his sneakers to wear.
Warning: None.
Requested?: Yes, by anon.
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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From an outsider's perspective, the dynamics of the relationship between Y/N and Matt were incredible and unique. The two had their hearts overflowing with love, and they were not ashamed to show it.
Nick joked that the five love languages were few compared to all the ways they loved each other.
But it was safe to say that out of the five, the one that was most part of their daily lives was the language of acts of service, precisely because of their busy schedules and daily tasks.
Matt would do absolutely anything to make his girlfriend's day easier, from turning on the coffee maker in the morning while she took her sacred morning shower, to combing and drying her hair after she washed it. He is always watching her from afar, making little mental notes of new things she does, so he learns and fits them into his routine so that he can help her in the future.
And Y/N isn't far behind, knowing how heavy the routine of recording three times a week can be - sometimes more, when the triplets need to catch up on some podcasts or car videos -, she always comes forward to help his day get lighter, from starting the car in the garage on cold days so the engine is ready when Matt gets in it, to helping him shower after a tiring day, washing his hair with his favorite shampoo while watching him nap in the warm water of the bathtub.
It was Thursday, and Matt and Y/N were leaving yet another weekly date night.
Matt and Y/N had created a habit almost a year back that, every Thursday after the triplets recorded the car video that would be posted the next day, they would have a date night, with the aim of always dedicating quality time together and cultivate a healthy relationship.
Y/N mentally cursed herself for her choice of shoes that night, having opted for high heels.
Don't get me wrong, the girl loved wearing heels and always felt prettier in them; Besides Matt, who was completely in love with the way his girlfriend's legs looked in heels, he said that they looked longer and more appealing, leaving him drooling and staring more than usual.
But if there's one thing they both knew, it was that when Y/N wore high heels for long hours, she always ended up with pain in her feet.
And that was exactly what was happening at that moment, the girl had been wearing those heels on her feet for about three hours and her toes were starting to hurt, squeezed by the front strap, while her heel screamed with every step she took.
It didn't take Matt long to notice her face contorted in pain and how she squeezed his hand - which was intertwined with her own - with every step they took.
The two were walking through the streets of the restaurant where they had dinner, observing the various restaurants and bars open, full of people of all types and music of all tastes, while chatting a bit about their day. This meant they were far from the car, and it would be at least a 10-minute walk to get back to it.
Therefore, Matt abruptly stopped in his tracks as they approached a wooden bench, followed by Y/N, who watched him with a confused expression.
"What is it, baby?" She asked worriedly, traveling her eyes down the street briefly, trying to find what could have made her boyfriend stop so suddenly.
Matt knelt on the sidewalk and removed his sneakers from both his feet, keeping his socks on.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?" The girl looked down at him, watching him with a frown.
"Sit here, baby. Please." Matt asked, standing up on his socks and pointing to the bench, taking Y/N's right hand and helping her sit down on the wooden surface. "Give me your foot." He kneeled on the ground, placing his sneakers near her feet and reaching his hands towards his girlfriend's right foot.
"What? Why?" She asked, eyes wide, feeling cimpletely lost, bending her body slightly forward so that she brought her face closer to his, a sound of pain escaping her lips from the movement.
"You're in pain, my love. Come on, give me your foot. I'll give you my sneakers." Matt explains, touching Y/N's right ankle and pulling lightly.
He raised his blue eyes, looking into his girl's eyes, staring at her so that she understood that he wasn't open for arguments.
Y/N sighed before resting her left hand on the cold and hard surface, lifting her right ankle so that her foot was off the ground. Matt unfastened the buckle on her high heel, leaving it on the sidewalk on his side before reaching for his right sneaker, fitting it onto Y/N's foot with ease.
He untied the shoelaces and tied them again so that they were firmer, knowing that they were bigger than Y/N's feet and could escape with her steps.
The girl kept her eyes on Matt the entire time, feeling her heart speed up more and more and her skin heat up, taking on a reddish tone. She didn't deserve him. He was so kind to her.
Matt carefully lowered the foot he was holding, waiting for her to steady it on the ground before taking her left ankle, doing the same process as before.
When Y/N had both feet inside Matt's white sneakers, the boy adjusted his posture, still crouched, so that he could fit his feet one at a time into the high heels, leaving them unbuckled due to the difference in size, knowing that if he closed it, he could ruin them.
Matt slowly stood up, regaining his balance on the pair of heels that he wasn't used to wearing before intertwining his left hand with Y/N's right, helping her stand up. He briefly adjusted the strap of the black sparkly purse on his left shoulder.
"I can't believe you're doing this." The girl commented as the two walked back to the car, a laugh escaping her throat as she shook her head, watching the wobbly steps her boyfriend took.
"I won't let my princess feel pain. And I didn't want to get dirt on my socks from this sidewalk. Our washing machine thanks us for that." Matt responded with a smile on his face, watching his girlfriend's reaction from the corner of his eye, keeping his focus on his steps in order not to fall.
"I love you, Matt." Y/N squeezed his hand lightly, massaging the soft skin with her thumb.
"I love you more, my love." The boy responded quickly, returning the squeeze.
He let go of his girlfriend's hand as they reached his car, opening the purse on his shoulder and looking for the key, before unlocking the doors, opening the passenger seat for his girlfriend.
Y/N smiled in gratitude, approaching Matt and sealing her lips over his cheek chilled by the cold of the night, stroking the soft skin with the tip of her nose before taking a step away, finally getting into the car.
She felt her heart warm with love while observing him walk around the front of the car with slow steps. She knew that there was nothing in the world he wouldn't do to make her happy and comfortable.
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needy reader with eddie when he’s been gone all day with a club meeting! pls it’s been on my mind :3
eddie is secretly just as clingy ♡ gn!reader / shy!reader | 1k words
You're lying in Eddie's bed, restless. Sick of staring at his things but too shy to snoop properly for something interesting to do, you wait for him to get back from his club impatiently. You wiggle your toes in your socks and dig them under the bedsheets, curling up in the centre of his bed with a morose pout. You bury your face in his pillows and breathe in the smell of his shampoo, his cologne.
You forget what you're waiting for and end up dozing off, hands wrapped around one of his pillows, the sheets tangled between your legs.
A warm hand clasps your shoulder, massaging gently downwards until he's found your hand. Eddie slides his fingers through yours, the warm bulk of his rings pressing into your skin.
"Hey, sweetheart," he says.
You blink at him through tired eyes and grin when you realise he's home. "You're back," you murmur, rubbing your face into his pillow.
He brings his free hand to your forehead.
"Sorry. Meeting ran over. Bored without me?" he asks knowingly.
You wrinkle your nose at him and sit up. He's quick to help you, a lean arm wrapped behind your shoulders, his hand slowly drifting to the small of your back. You drop your head against his shoulder.
"You want a hug?" he asks.
You nod hurriedly, not wanting to sound clingy but absolutely being it. He makes a pitying sound that's actually quite nice and wraps you up confidently, his hand rubbing down the lengths of your arms, his cheek pressed to your temple.
"I missed you," you croak.
"I missed you," he says fondly. "You want water?"
"No," you lie.
What you want is for him to keep hugging you close like this, the warmth of his body sinking into yours, his thigh crushing your leg. You feel very safe.
"You were gone all day," you say quietly.
It's dark out. The only light in Eddie's room is the weak lamp on the bedside table. It casts his shadow across the rumpled sheets and gives his pale face an orange glow.
You feel bad for being so needy suddenly and go to pull away. He gives you a great last squeeze and let's you go, though he takes one of your hands into both of his and works your fingers with his thumbs.
"You can have me all day tomorrow. Swears," he says. He's giving you a look you don't understand, maybe a hint of longing, a dash of apology. Whatever it is, he's too cool for it, and he clears his throat and nudges your legs with his knee.
"Move over."
"Get changed first," you say.
"Not like it's my bed, or anything," he mutters, though he does as you demand and drops your hand.
You watch him change out of his club shirt and his Levi's. Usually you wouldn't but you've missed him and you want to make him laugh, so when he stands in his boxers and stretches whilst looking for something clean to sleep in, you wolf whistle.
You're not very good. You wipe your spit wet hands against your chest and grin as he turns on his heel, eyebrows raised.
"That wasn't me," you say.
"No?" he asks.
You both laugh and as soon as he's pulled a pair of plaid bottoms on he's crawling up the bed towards you on knees, pausing before your lap. He kneels. Shirtless.
You raise your hand to the tattoo on his chest and draw a circle around it, following lines of dark ink diligently.
"I love your tattoos," you say.
He already knows but he smiles wolfishly and presses his hand overtop yours, two palms over his heart.
"Thanks."
"I'm serious. They're nice. They look good on you."
"I didn't think you weren't. I can tell what mood you're in," he says, first kindly and then with a charged smugness.
"What mood am I in?" you ask, trying not to show the effect he has on you.
"What mood?" he repeats dryly.
His smirk is troublesome but extremely endearing.
He guides the hand he holds to his chest over the curve of his shoulder. You follow suit and put your other shoulder behind his back, unsurprised when he takes your waist into his hand and drags you towards him. You climb onto his lap, thighs spread, hands closing around his neck.
He strokes your back. His hand moves up and down, your shirt moves with it, and he takes it as an opportunity to slide his hand beneath the soft fabric and spread his fingers across your skin.
"What mood?" he asks again, voice low and smooth.
You hide your face in the juncture of his neck, forearms braces at his nape. "Stop, Eddie."
"Stop what?" he asks.
You slide up his lap. "You know what."
"Don't act like this isn't exactly what you wanted," he says, though he says it with less heat than he'd spoken with before. "I'm just messing with you, sweet thing."
The pet name makes you smile. He must feel it on his skin. "Better now?"
You nod into his neck. "I miss you when you're gone all day."
There's a small gap where the only sound is his hand rubbing your back. He digs his fingers into the dip of your spine and rubs soothing little circles there that have you sighing out.
"I miss you too. Already told you that. You should come with me next time."
"I will," you say, though you probably won't.
He noses at your head until you drop your cheek to his shoulder and plants a smattering of tiny kisses on and behind your ear. "Don't believe you," he whispers.
He really shouldn't. You hug him closer and revel in his small affections, content to sit in his lap all night. Knowing Eddie, he might let you.
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Does cherry jk and Mc go further than just analyzing her tattoo? 🥴
A/N: Obv warning for NSFW. set right after the last drabble, it's basically a continuation of it.
He's torturing you. This is legitimate torture, and you're not sure if you'll survive this- and if you do, you'll probably die later because if he's already getting you to a point like this from simple touch alone, what else is he capable of?
Maybe it's the fact that you got a major crush on him that's making you more sensitive to things like this. Or maybe you've just never been treated like this.
He seems truly enamored by your body, most of all your tits that he's currently occupying himself with, lips and tongue combining with his hands, never staying in one place too long. You never really thought about a situation like this- typically, in the past, your chest had been nothing but aesthetics to past partners, something to maybe grab on during the act, but never really anything of importance.
Never something to focus on. Sex isn't about that- or at least it wasn't, back then, and it makes you wonder. What exactly does Jungkook get out of this himself?
But you fail to really concentrate on that topic, as he suddenly puts his teeth into the mix, gently biting one of your by now horribly sensitive buds to pull and let go, chuckling when your back arches off the couch. He's licking, kissing, now even biting- and you're by now convinced that you are one of those who can indeed cum from just this.
Maybe? Or maybe not? You're unsure, and you're also getting impatient. Your underwear must be soaking by now, thighs rubbing together unashamed. He's already sucking on your tits- there's really nothing to be embarrassed about.
"Wanna eat you out." He breathes over your chest, hands still fondling your soft flesh, and you whine.
"Please..!" You ask, because at this point, you can't take it anymore.
"Do you have a hairtie or something?" Jungkook wonders up at you at this invitation of yours, leaning up again to collect his hair with his hands.
"Uhm.. here?" You wonder, offering your wrist where a simple black elastic is resting around, one he takes with a grin, tying his hair back. You're not sure why exactly, his fingers brushing all of his hair back to collect as much of it as possible, getting most of it out of his face.
"Thanks." He grins, before he moves back to push down your shorts to let them fall down this time, hands moving over your thighs. "Hm.. what if we put some ink on those too?" He purrs, palms moving in between them before he changes his mind, leaving your fluffy overknees on after struggling a bit with the straps holding them up, which are connected to a lace garter belt. "Really pretty by the way. You like lingery?" He wonders casually, finally figuring out how to unhook the straps from your socks to be able to remove your panties, and you nod.
""I.. like to feel pretty.." You admit a bit quietly, and he smiles brightly at that, pulling down your underwear- and for a second you're confused why he stuffs your panties in the pocket of his sweatpants, but you don't get to question it for long, as he pulls your legs over his shoulders, body leaning down to dive in.
You don't care how he seems to know so well how to use his tongue and mouth- all that you do care about is that you're way too worked up to last very long.
Especially when his fingers join in and push inside you, you can't help but curl your toes as you summon all of your strength as to not push your legs closed. What you don't have any control over is the way your hips move- but it doesn't seem to bother him much, as he starts to suck, one drawn out lick with the flatness of his tongue enough to suddenly make you come undone.
His face leaves your core, but the heel of his hand gently helps you ride out your high, fingers leaving you after, the way you clenched around the digits giving him ideas for future endeavors-
and also enough material to make up scenarios in his head for days.
You can see him adjust himself in his pants a little, tent fairly evident- and you're not sure what you think of it. He's not asking for it- but isn't it something you should do?
Maybe the main reason you want to is both curiosity, and the fact that he doesn't immediately demand anything in return. He's nice.
You like him.
And you also want to see him- all of him.
"Hm?" He asks, wiping his mouth with his hand, before you sit up, cringing a bit at the wetness between your thighs. You slowly look down at him, gaze focusing on his obvious boner, and he chuckles. "Wanna see? We don't have to do anything, I can just rub one out later in the shower, no worries." He casually says, but you shake your head.
"I want to do something." You say. "But.. I might not be good at it?" You worry, and he laughs.
"Practice makes perfect." He shrugs. "If you wanna, you can." Jungkook offers, moving down his pants before he pulls himself out of his underwear.
Everything he does is always so.. normal. As if this is nothing special at all- but in a good way. There's no pressure to make things as perfect as possible. It's comfortable.
When you touch him, he hisses a bit, even his dick twitching a bit, as if startled. "Sorry- your hands are cold." He laughs, and you giggle along.
"Sorry." You apologize as well, moving around to see what makes him feel good. It's not like you've never given a handjob in your life- but this time you actually don't feel like you have to, and it's making you wonder how you can offer him the same as you've received.
But your next move surprises even yourself, because this, you haven't done before.
You lean down to take his tip into your mouth, causing a faint 'oh god' to breathe past his lips above you, hand finding your head as you circle your tongue over the head, feeling the rest of him twitch on occasion. You fail to really take him and deeper, so you instead let go of his cock to spit in your hand, unsure how else really to make movement any more comfortable for the both of you.
He groans at that. It sounds almost pained.
Hopefully your hands are now warm enough as you move, lick and suck, trying to judge from the way his balls seem to tighten in your palm how close he might be-
When his hand pushes a little, fingers digging into your hair to grab tightly, head and upper body leaning back on his unoccupied hand keeping him somewhat upright as he cums, thick seed filling your mouth in several spurts.
He breathes loudly, before he lets go of your head, surprised face clearly showing a hint of worry as he inspects you, thinking he might've hurt you as you cringe a bit. His hands hold your cheeks, eyes darting around to judge if he's been a bit too rough with that push, when you look at him.
"It's bitter." You complain, and he laughs in relief, resting his forehead against yours, grinning so hard his cheeks hurt.
"God you're cute!"
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And they're done!!
first post about these socks
second post about these socks
What an intensely enjoyable knit! I've never done so much colorwork before, and certainly never with 3 strands! What a challenge, but also highly engaging. These socks felt like they took no time at all! They're also quite soft and pretty darn warm, so I'm very excited to add these to my closet come fall & winter. Thank you to Oakwood Knits for a fantastic sock design!
Like the first attempt, I tracked my daily progress, but I started doing so after I caught up to where I stopped from my first attempt, which took half the time to do this attempt!
These still need to be blocked, and I have a set of sock blockers on the way, but I didn't want to wait to share because I just am so pleased with them. I learned a handful of new things making these, namely continental, to hold the secondary color, and how to better tension strands of color. I knit these both at the same time across two circulars, and the little onion* skeins of Palette actually made it so I could use only one skein at a time for both socks! I did make a little ball for each sock for the third color rows, however. But ultimately, it worked out great. I also did Eye of the Partridge heels and toes, because I know my feet and those are the spots that need the most reinforcing, and I also added in a single row of purls on the top at the toes because I like how it looks on socks.
Bonus: the start of the spring socks, since I missed the KAL for them and was so jazzed by the summer socks I want to knit more!
*I don't know of they're really called onion skeins, but I can't remember if they have an official name and they look like onions to me, so there you go
pattern: Oakwood Knits
yarn: Knit Picks Palette
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MLB Secrets: Alex
I'm going to let you in on two secrets I've been holding close my entire life: I'm gay, and I have a superpower. One of those is not that big of a deal except in a sports environment, and the other makes me sounds like I'm crazy. I don't know how to describe it, but I noticed growing up I was able to manipulate others to be a different version of themselves. All it took was wishing for it to happen in my mind and it would become their reality.
Now, I'm the first baseman for the local AAA team, the Blue Pirates. I've never used my superpower to get ahead in sports. That would be crossing a line. But I have been feeling pretty sexually repressed these days, and I think I'm overdue for some fun.
Today was a long day for the team. We lost the game in a landslide, and everyone was feeling like crap. The whole team left the locker room except for my buddy, Dylan, and I. Dylan is our center outfielder and we hang occasionally. I haven't told anyone on my team that I'm gay, and consequently I don't date really for fear of being seen. Today I could use a mood booster though.
Dylan was talking to me about his recent fishing trip when I started to wish for him to be a horny power bottom. He stopped talking suddenly as if his brain was recalculating. When he snapped out of it, he looked at me with a hunger in his eyes.
"You thinking what I'm thinking big boy?" I said with a smirk.
"I'm thinking you need to pitch me your best game, sexy" he said as he turned around and brushed his ass against my throbbing 8 inch cock. I wrapped my bat against his chest and pushed him into me as I brought my lips to his.
Fuck, he tasted so good. His stubble brushed against mine and I could feel him move his ass up and down around my cock. I could spend all day teasing him but the thought of being caught was becoming too much.
"Let's take this back to my place." I suggested. His face was telling me he wanted me to fuck him here and now, but he quickly threw on his shirt and grabbed his bag. "I'll drive sexy" he said smiling.
We made our way to his truck and I jumped in to the passenger side. It was a 10 minute drive to my place from the fields but I couldn't wait to get the party started. I looked at him and wished for him to be flooded with overactive balls and a large cock. He squirmed in pleasure as his balls dropped and his legs spread out to allow them room. I then ducked down to unbutton his baseball pants and let his now 9 inch cock out. It was go time! I took his giant cock into my mouth as he tried to maintain control of the road.
I sucked and twirled my head around his head and tasted the salty precum from his dick. His balls were working overtime and he had a constant flow of pre coming out. I bobbed up and down and sucked with the energy of a DL gay in need of a dick. Dylan moaned as he felt himself getting close. I went for the finisher and took his whole cock into my throat. "OH FUCKKKK" he screamed as his jizz erupted into my throat. I felt his cock pulsate as shot after shot of what had to be the biggest load I've ever taken shot into my mouth. I brought my head up as Dylan regained control of the truck smiling at me. "Fuck, bro. We need to get to your house quick."
We pulled into my driveway and rushed inside. Dylan walked into my room and plopped onto my bed. "Let's see what you got"
He smelled rank from the game and I took no time to dive into worshiping his body. I pressed his socks against my face and licked his feet from heel to toes. I could taste all the hours of sweat from the game we just played. I gripped the bottom of his stirrup socks with my teeth, and snapped them back against his sole. The snap made him wiggle in pleasure and anticipation. "Stop teasing me, big boy!"
I crawled forward to start kissing his inner thighs. I looked at him and met his eyes. "You have an extremely sensitive hole and cheeks." I thought, and watched as he squirmed side to side.
"Fuck, dude. I need you inside me!" Dylan said breathlessly. I unbuckled and brought his pants down to his ankles. Flipping him over, I pulled him up on all fours.
"Anything for the team" I said as I pushed my throbbing cock into his hungry hole. Dylan bursted out in a loud moan, "Oooooh Fuckk!" He was precumming in his jock as I thrusted into him. My thighs clapping against his sensitive ass was heaven for me but ecstasy for Dylan. His hole gripped on my cock bringing me to the edge. I grabbed his hips and did one last deep thrust into him. I exploded into his ass, breeding him like the bottom bitch his life had become. He could resume his normal life tomorrow, but tonight he was my boytoy.
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Can you write about giving Jack a foot massage for Valentine’s Day? Maybe finding the pressure points 😏
Warning: suggestive
"Baby, what're you doing?", you asked as you walked out of your closet, slipping a heel on your foot. Jack was still in bed and wasn't dressed yet, and you were supposed to leave in twenty minutes to go out to celebrate Valentine's Day. "We're gonna miss our reservation."
Jack let out a deep sigh as he tried to sit up with no success, barely able to move his body. The look of distress he gave you had you immediately concerned. "What's wrong?" You walked over to his side of the bed and sat on the edge, gently rubbing his chest.
"EJ has me working out six days a week, and I think I pulled something during our last session." He groaned as he tried to lift his arms up to reach out for you. What hurts?", you asked, letting out a small giggle at his state.
"Everthing." His voice was pitiful as he motioned over his legs and feet. Every muscle in his body hurt, but he was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to walk for a week after all of the sprints his trainer had him do.
"Okay, well I'm gonna cancel our reservation." You pulled your phone out of your clutch, but Jack snatched it out of your hands before you could call the restaurant. "Don't you dare. Its Valentine's Day. I'll rally."
He let out a whimper as he finally was able to push himself to sitting position, and you helped him swing his legs over the bed and onto the floor. The sound he let out when he tried to stand up startled you, and you had to cover your mouth to stifle your laughter so you didn't embarrass him.
"Jack, there's no way you're making it to the car, let out the restaurant tonight." Jack shook his head, holding onto your arm for support as he tried again, with the same result. He let out a huff as he plopped back down on the bed, realizing you were probably right. "Do you think they'll accommodate a stretcher in the restaurant?"
"No, baby," you chuckled, grazing your finger against his jawline, "Its okay. We'll do dinner another night, okay?" He nodded, pursing his lips for a kiss, which you immediately obliged, leaning over to plant a quick one on him. "Sorry", he said with a pout.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, babe. Just lay back down and I'll take care of you."
You changed out of your dress into some comfy clothes and grabbed your lotion out of the bathroom before returning to Jack. He was laying supine in bed with his eyes clothes, trying his best not to move.
His eyes shot open when he felt you try to take one of his socks off by the toe. His body jerked when you accidentally grazed the bottom of his feet with your nail, tickling him. "Stop! Why're you touching my feet?"
"You said they were hurting, so I was gonna give you a foot massage."
"Nope, no thank you." He gently tried to push you away, put you held onto his ankle. "Jack stop being silly, you massage my feet all the time."
"Yeah, but I'm usually trying to massage "other places" on your body as well", he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning an eye roll from you. "Well, if you play your cards right tonight, you might get lucky tonight, mister." You winked at him as you pulled the sock off of his other foot. "Now stay still."
"Don't try anything funny." He narrowed his eyes at you, knowing you like to push his buttons, but you truly just wanted him to be able to relax. "I promise I won't." You bit your bottom lip to hide your smirk.
He closed his eyes again as you started to massage his feet, starting at the arch, applying even pressure with your thumbs as you worked your way up and down the bottom of his foot. "That feels amazing", he hummed, feeling his body start to release all of the built up tension. You may or may not have looked up a Youtube vide on how to hit pressure points before starting, and before you knew it, you could hear small snores start to escape from Jack's lips as he drifted off to sleep.
Noticing that his eyelids began to flutter, you tickled the bottom of his foot again, making him jerk subconsciously. "Hey! I was getting comfortable, baby", he whined, slowly opening his eyes.
"I'm sorry", you said with a soft smile, moving to hover over him and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I couldn't resist. Go back to sleep, I'm gonna take a quick shower." He grabbed your arm as you tried to walk away, pulling you back over to him. "Nah ah, you said if I played my cards right, I'd get lucky."
"Jack, you can barely move", you pushed a few of his curls out of his face, using your nails to gently scratch his scalp, "you need to rest." He pushed his bottom lip out in a pout but let you go. "Can you at least leave the bathroom door open so I can have a clear view of you in the shower?"
"Seriously?", you cocked your head at him with a grin.
"My eyes work just fine", Jack remarked with a smile.
#jack harlow#jackman thomas harlow#jackharlow#jackman harlow#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow fanfic
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Don't Speak 26
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)
Character: librarian!Andy Barber
Note: Enjoy the fucked uppery.
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When Andy stirs, you feel relief wash over you. He rolls away, slowly dragging his hand across your stomach. You quickly shield yourself with your arm as he stretches, making the bed feel even smaller. You push yourself up cautiously as he yawns, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.
“Mm, dove,” he murmurs groggily, “morning.”
He lowers his hands and smiles as he scratches his beard. A tuft along his chin juts out and he smooths it. His other arm falls behind you and trails his fingers up the back of your shirt. You shiver but do you best to suppress it.
“Morning,” you squeak back, bending your knees to your chest, “um, I’ll…” you search the wall on the other side of him as you think, “I’ll go make some coffee.”
“Oh,” his voice gristles with disappointment, “you’re leaving me?”
“Um, well, no, I just…”
“Can I get a kiss before you go?” He asks, playing with a dimple in the fabric of your shirt.
Your brows rise high and your eyes round. A kiss? Oh, you suppose that’s normal. If he loves you and you love him.
You nod and shift reluctantly. You unfold your legs as you twist around and lean in. He closes his eyes and you peck his cheek quickly before shoving away from him. You bounce across the bed, hopping off as your lips tingle funnily.
He groans but doesn’t say anything. You scurry to the door and stop just inside the frame. You look back at him, breathless in disbelief at what you just did. You really just kissed him.
“I’ll get changed and put the coffee on,” you promise with a sheepish smile.
“Alright,” his hand drops heavily onto the mattress. Your heart sinks. It wasn’t enough. You let him down again but that’s a lot for you.
You slouch and turn away. You shuffle down the hall and dip into the guest room. You shut the door behind you as your lip quivers. You thought you were getting better but that word just sticks in your head; ‘alright’. His grim tone stamped into your mind.
You pull out a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. You dress, happy to be rid of the shorts and high-cut shirt. You put on a pair of fuzzy socks as your toes throb in the chilly air. You’re nice and cozy and comfy.
As you come out into the hall, you keep from crossing it. The bathroom door is closed. Dang. You were going to brush your teeth. You’ll have to wait. Once you get the coffee going, you’re sure it’ll be free.
You take a step down the hall and nearly trip. A low, sonorous sound draws you to a stop. You’re not sure what it is at first. You almost think it’s the floor groaning under your weight. No, it’s too full to be that. It rises again, a deep rumble that makes your stomach swirl strangely.
There’s a sharp breath. Almost a hiss. Shallow pants beneath the rich groans. Your heartbeat picks up, racing as you know you should cover your ears and run away. It’s him! It’s Andy. What is he doing?
You retreat and raise your hand to knock but stop as his voice gets louder. You think better of asking if he’s okay as you realise you might be intruding. The epiphany of what he’s doing makes you feel very… ashamed. You shouldn’t be hearing this.
You spin and flit down the hall, carelessly letting your feet thump on the floor and down the stairs. Forget it, focus on what you have to do. Coffee for Andy, tea for you. You can’t let one awkward moment ruin the whole day.
Once the pot is brewing, you set the kettle over a burner and pick out a pair of mugs. You busy yourself with tiny things; straightening the dishcloth on its hook and sweeping away an errant crumb. You hear the stairs as Andy comes down, another yawn, more theatrical than before as he enters the kitchen.
You face him as the coffee machine grinds. His cheeks are slightly flushed as he stretches his neck one way than the other. He goes to the fridge and takes out the carton of oat milk. You watch him, your voice trapped inside of you. You feel as if you might just blurt out what you heard.
He faces you and places the carton next to one of the mugs. He looks at you as you stare at the floor. You rub your arm and sway on your feet.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” He asks.
You frown and shrug, “I… you don’t like it?”
“Well, I thought you might… you might want to wear something I bought you. Dr. Kemp is coming over.”
“Oh, I guess,” you tug at the bottom of your shirt and examine it, “I didn’t think…”
“You don’t have to,” he says bluntly, “it’s up to you. I just thought you’d want to look good for company.”
You blink and peer up at him, hurt. What is he saying?
“You’re always cute, dove,” he reaches to caress your cheek, “but I know you can look even better,”
He kisses your forehead and you wince. You nod and sidle away from him, folding your arms over your chest as your socks slip on the tile, “I know… I’ll go change.”
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There’s a knock at the front door. You sit forward as Andy gets up. He wears a powder blue pullover and pair of dark blue jeans.
You wear a short denim dress over a turtleneck, a few new pieces from the closet. Still, it doesn't seem good enough for Andy as he only said 'good enough' before pacing around restlessly. Now the time has come and your anxiety is about to overflow.
You wring your hands as you hear Andy open the front door. His greeting is met by Kemp's rich tone and you tug at your sleeves, waiting and watching the door. You don't know what to expect.
"There she is," Kemp smiles at you, "how are you doing, sweetheart?"
You try to return the gesture and stand. He looks around, appraising the room with a thoughtful hum. He twines his fingers together and cracks his knuckles.
"You good sitting there?" He asks as he looks at you again.
You nod and resume your seat in the armchair. Andy hovers behind the couch as Kemp nears the mantle and picks up the signed baseball there. He examines it before facing the room again.
"Andrew, why don't you sit down?"
"Wait, I, er, I forgot," Andy insists and goes to the console table near the window. He opens the draw and pulls out a familiar shape. It's your notebook, how did he get that?
"I thought this might help," Andy carries it over to Kemp and holds it out. The doctor considers it and swallows. His eyes flick up to meet the other man's and he raises his chin as his smile turns strained.
"Thanks," he slowly takes the book and pivots on his heel. He approaches you as you frown at his hand. Your lip trembles as you flutter your eyes.
"Here," he offers it, "that's yours."
You take it and thank him with a squeak, hugging it tightly to your chest. You see Andy's brow arch as he stares at the doctor. Your heart won't stop racing.
"No need for that," he says to Andy as he backs up, "all I need are you two. So please, sit."
You can tell by Andy's stunted movement's and the twitch in his jaw that he's not happy. Well you aren't either. He took your journal without asking. That's your private thoughts.
Dr. Kemp waits until Andy is sitting before he relaxes his postures, blowing out a breath as he slides his hands into his pants pockets, "so I think it's pretty obvious what we need to work on; boundaries."
Andy's nostrils flare as you stare down at the cover of your journal. Did he look inside? Did he read anything?
"Let's start with privacy. Anything we deal within individual sessions will be kept confidential. Including that," Steve angles around to face Andy as he point to you, "when we are altogether, we share what is important for the two of you to work together."
"Okay," your murmur as you lift your head, Andy grumbles.
"Andrew, apologise."
"What?" Andy snaps.
"Don't you think you owe her after you took something that doesn't belong to you?"
"Are you serious?"
"Alright, then, if all's fair, you will hand over your phone and let her have a look, won't you?" Kemp challenges.
Andy sucks in his cheeks and sighs. He looks at you and lets the tension drain from his face, "I'm sorry, dove. I didn't mean… I only… I thought it would help. I didn't look inside."
You cling to the book, "it's okay."
"Is it?" Kemp shifts towards you, "is it okay?"
You look him in the face, just for a second before letting your eyes wander to safety along the wall. You shrug.
"You can say, we're here to communicate," he coaxes, "how do you feel?"
"Erm… upset, " you admit.
"Are you hurt?"
You nod again, "I'm… mad."
"As would be expected. And do you hear Andrew's apology? Do you accept it?"
You chew your lip and glance at Andy, "I can."
"Alright, so that's a boundary set," Kemp declares, "but we're not just focusing on those. Let's think about barriers. There are some very obvious ones here. Not least of all communication."
You put your head down and listen. Andy bends one leg over the other as he leans back and rests his chin on his knuckles. You wait as Kemp walks in careless lines around the room.
"So we need to talk to each other. Let each other know how we're feeling. So let's be together," he continues, "please, come sit with Andrew."
You wince but get up. You put your notebook on the table as you pass it can sit on the cushion next to Andy, keeping space between you. Kemp comes close and looks down at you, "come in cozy."
He gestures with both hands. You sidle over as Andy does the same. He jostles you slightly as his arm brushes against yours.
"Alright, I'm sensing a divide. There's resistance here," Kemp rubs his chin, "now, I spoke with Andrew but I don't want to share anything too much, so please why don't you share why you called me here?"
Kemp waits, watching Andy, who puts his elbows on his thighs and taps his fingertips together. He peeks over at you.
"Well, you know–"
"Tell her," Kemp directs.
Andy clears his throat and angles slightly. You feel like melting against his gaze, "dove, we already talked about some of it, didn't we? When I try to be nice, you just pull away."
You listen, shoulders slumping, spirit shriveling.
"And it just feels like you take whatever you need and leave me with nothing," he carries on.
"In what way? Be specific. What is the issues here?" Kemp prompts.
"I… I don't want to embarrass her… er, you, dove, but… when I touch you, you… you act afraid and… and you never try to touch me," he sits up and gulps loudly, "I'm a touchy person. That's how I communicate."
"Good, good," Kemp praises, "that's good to vocalise your needs. And she can't give you what you need if she doesn't know, right?"
You look between them, confused. They're doing most of the talking but you don't know what to say. You don't know how to feel.
"And you," Kemp opens his hands in your direction, "What do you need?"
Your lips part, your mouth is dry, your ears are fuzzy. You have no idea what they want you to say. You're not used to asking for things, there's not much you can think of that they can give you.
"Nothing. I have more than enough," you say.
"Sweetie, it's okay," Andy assures you.
You shake your head. You really don't know what they're asking. You just want to draw and maybe even be happy.
"It's alright," Kemp leans back on his heel, "she might not know."
You rub your lips together and clutch your hands tight. It feels hot in the room. Like you could turn into a puddle.
"That means we take it slow. Figure it out. Patience for both of you. Andrew, you have to take your time showing her what you need and you," he smiles at you, "need to be patient with yourself. Explore and let yourself feel before you judge."
You furrow your brow. Kemp backs up further and hooks a thumb in his pocket, "alright, let's try something small. A nice starting point." He instructs, "hold hands."
Andy perks up and looks at you. You can't meet his gaze as you stare at the thick wool weaving of the doctor's sweater. Andy puts his hand against his leg and opens his fingers.
"Whenever you're ready," Kemp says.
You swallow and shakily raise your hand. You lay it in Andy's and he spreads his fingers so yours slip between them. He curls his grip around you, tight and warm.
"And how is that?"
"Nice," Andy answers first.
You sniff and nod, "yeah… nice."
"Alright, see. I don't want either of you to stress. This is healthy. Working together, right? Trust me, you're not the first or last couple to come to me."
"Sure," Andy squeezes your hand as if he's afraid you'll pull away.
"Hm, right, now one step further," Kemp continues, "put your arm over her shoulder."
You freeze, body locking in place. You're too afraid to protest. Therapy is hard work, Dr. Kemp said that the first day you met him. This is the only way to get better. Stop thinking about yourself, Andy is trying so hard.
Andy untwines his fingers from yours, leaning back slightly. He clears his throat and extends his arm behind you. Cautiously, he lets it rest over your shoulder. You try not to shrink down any further. He pulls you against him just slightly.
"And that? Is it good?" Kemp asks.
Andy answers the same as last time and you echo him with another stiff nod. Kemp seems pleased as he claps his hands together. He drops his arms and frames his hips.
"Okay, one last thing for today," he begins, "and Andrew, you can relax, I want her to initiate." He looks at you and your eyes meet for a brief moment, "a kiss."
"On the lips?" Andy asks, reminding you of how you chickened out and pecked his cheek earlier.
"Yes, just a small one,” Kemp encourages you.
You hesitate as you feel the tension in Andy’s body firm. Oh no, you don’t want to let him down. You reach up to rub your cheek and slowly slide forward. You lift your head and face Andy cautiously as he looks over at you.
You can’t look him in the eye. Your ears thrum loudly as your gaze falls to his lips. You feel like you’re choking on air. Just do it. Just get it over with. It’s what you have to do to make him happy and maybe if you make him happy, you might be happy too.
You lean in, awkward as you’re unsure of the angle. You hover before him, quivering with doubt. You make yourself move forward and press your lips to his, letting out a squeak as your mouths meet. You hold yourself there for as long as you can before you pull away.
You sit back and stare at your lap. Your whole body is buzzing with a mix of hot and cold. You don’t know how you feel, you just feel different.
“That was good,” Kemp says, “wasn’t it, Andrew?”
“Y-yes,” Andy rasps, “see, dove,” he puts his hand on your knee, “we’ll work on it, huh?”
#andy barber#dark andy barber#dark!andy barber#andy barber x reader#don't speak#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#au#library au#series#fresh#defending jacob#steve kemp
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meeting the freshmen - the man! au
in which, mark and ethan ruin molly's chance of making a good first impression with the new freshmen.
"god! i am so excited!" molly explained as she dropped onto the couch of her new home for her sophomore year of college. the group of sophomores had been back at school for about a week now, and were finally going to be able to meet the new freshmen that would be joining their hockey team.
"why?" ethan scoffed from beside her, engrossed in a game he was playing on his phone. the boys had yet to set up the new television in the sophomore house, so, instead of playing play station like they usually would, they had all downloaded a variety of games on their phone.
"because we get to meet the new freshies." molly stated in a 'duh' tone. mark chuckled at her from across the room, also engrossed on a game on his phone. "you're like the same age as them."
"you're like the same age as them." molly mocked the boy, pulling her own phone out of her pocket to text dylan about how annoying their friends were. "i do not sound like that!" mark exclaimed, offence dripping from his tone.
molly opened her mouth to rebut his claim, but was cut off by ethan. "and stop talking shit about us to duker." ethan butted in, his eyes not leaving his phone screen. "i'm not talking shit about you to duker." molly's phone pinged, the reply from dylan agreeing with her making her laugh loudly.
"yes, you are. you guys always do it." ethan rebutted, rolling his eyes before switching off his phone and sliding it into his pocket.
"can we go? we're gonna be late for bowling." mackie asked, slightly annoyed by his unreliable new roommates. "god forbid we're late for bowling!" molly exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest in faux horror.
mackie raised his eyebrows at the girl. and she suddenly felt as if she was a child being scolded by her parents. "i can't find my shoes." molly told the boy, holding her socked feet up in the air.
"we're going bowling, you don't need shoes." dylan explained as he also walked into the living room, also shoeless. "that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard you say." mark laughed, earning a confused face in return.
"is it though?" ethan asked aloud.
"i'm right here, you know?" dylan threw his arms up. "text molly about it." ethan shot back, a small grin tugging at his lips as he watched the smaller boy begin to get agitated. dylan simply shrugged before grabbing his phone and tapping his fingers against his screen aggressively. mere seconds later, molly's phone pinged with another message.
"dylan wants you to know that your on his shit list and he won't be speaking to you for the rest of the day." she read aloud, eyes flickering over to ethan who was reading the message from over her shoulder.
"molly." luke said, walking into the room with her shoes in his hand before throwing at them, to which molly barely caught without elbowing ethan in the face.
"okay, let's go!" mackie exlciamed, ushering everyone up from their spot on the couch. molly walked at the back of the group, laughing as she watched dylan get a scolding from mackie whilst luke laughed from beside him.
the girl didn't even flinch when an arm wrapped around her shoulder. "omg! i'm so excited to meet the new freshies!" mark squealed in her ear. "they're gonna be sooo cute!" ethan exclaimed from the other side of her.
"i'm gonna glue your dick to your forehead, estapa."
"what about ethan?" mark was offended that he was the only one who was being threatened. "i have much worse things in store." molly huffed before stabbing her now shoed heel into ethan's toes before walking faster to catch up with the rest of her friends.
it was no surprise to any of their former teammates that the group of sophomores were the last ones to arrive to the annual hockey bowling day. the group of six usually spent more time arguing then getting ready and were often late to just about everything.
it was also no surprise that dylan and molly had both gasped upon arrival, talking hurriedly about the bowling place selling slushies and running off hand in hand. the rest of the sophomores didn't even bat an eye as they continued to greet the rest of their teammates.
"you must be luca." ethan stated before doing what molly liked to call 'the douchebag' handshake. all guys did it, she thought it was funny. it was as if it was their love language towards one another. "yeah, and this is my brother adam and rutger and nick." the boys all went down the line doing their weird little 'douche' handshake. if molly wasn't currently overfilling her cup and spilling slushy all over the floor, she would have dropped dead with laughter right in that moment.
"i thought there was six of you?" rutger questioned aloud, his eyes raking the rest of the team for anyone he might have not met. "there is." ethan replied, a devious smirk on his face as he pointed over to the slushy machine where dylan was currently hunched under while molly over filled his mouth with blue ice.
"that's dylan drinking from the machine and the one trying to drown him in blue raspberry slushy is molly." mark told the group, the four freshmen holding back laughs of their own as they watched the duo get in trouble by the worker.
"i wouldn't be laughing if i was you, dylan's nice and all, but molly?" ethan began, a small grin on his lips as he spoke before blowing out a breath of air. the four already nervous freshmen tore their eyes away from dylan and molly to look at the edwards boy. mackie rolled his eyes, not even bothering to attempt to fix the mess they were creating before stalking off some place else.
"what do you mean?" adam asked, his eyes flickering back and forth between the blonde girl and the three boys who stood in front of her. luke had a confused expression on his face whilst mark seemed to understand the game that ethan was playing.
"yeah, molly's real mean until she thinks you're good enough to be friends with her."
"no she's-" luke was cut off when ethan elbowed him in his stomach.
"shit she's coming over. she so knows we were talking about her." mark exclaims. "yeah, she looks pissed." ethan laughed slightly before dragging a still confused luke away from the crime scene, mark following behind the two.
molly had since lost duker, who decided he needed to get something hot to eat since he could no longer feel his tongue. but she couldn't wait to meet her new teammates any longer, so she opted to leaving the numb mouthed boy in the line for food.
she watched with furrowed eyebrows as mark and ethan laughed at something with the new freshmen before stalking off, and dragging luke with them. approaching the four new faces, all of them turned to her with looks she could only describe as concerned.
they looked at her as if they had seen a ghost.
"hello?" her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips were turned upwards. but none of the boys spoke. molly chalked it up to them being nervous.
"slushy?" she asked as she held out the multi coloured liquid. all four boys glanced down at the slushy, "is it poisoned?" one of them asked, eliciting a laugh from the girl. "yeah, i put the rat poison i carry around in my pockets in it when no one was looking. no, you weirdos, it isn't poisoned. why would it be poisoned?"
"mark and ethan said you weren't very friendly." one of them spoke cautiously, earning an elbow into the stomach from his friend beside him. "mark and ethan are also going to wake up with missing limbs." molly grumbled before stomping away from the group of four, leaving them in a state of confusion.
she approached the two laughing sophomores, who were currently talking to their new captain, nolan moyle.
nolan took one look at molly and stood up from his seat. "i don't know what you two did, but i'm not saving your asses again."
mark and ethan's smiling faces dropped when they saw the sour face their friend was pulling. "it was ethan's idea!" mark immediately said when molly stood in front of them. "dude!" ethan shot back, shooting his friend an incredulous glance.
"you told them i wasn't a nice person?" molly exclaimed, her voice hushed to a whisper type of yell to avoid any of their nosy teammates eavesdropping. "we were just joking around. c'mon maxxy, everyone knows you're a nice person." ethan told the girl.
"they don't! they've never met me, and now they think i'm going to poison them." molly had had enough, and opted to saving her breath and not yelling at the two boys in the middle of what was supposed to be a fun day. instead, she stomped over to luke and flopped down on the couch beside him.
"you good, maxxy?"
"i'm calling ethan's mother and telling her he got someone pregnant." molly announced, angrily snatching her phone out of her pocket, only for luke to snatch it out of her hand and shove it in his own pocket.
"the freshmen will figure out you aren't a horrible person, and are only mean 70% of the time." luke shrugged, the statement earning him a slap upside the head.
"i'm never mean."
"yes, you are. but we love that about you, they will too. trust me on this, maxxy." and with that, luke stood up and travelled to the other side of the room, taking molly's phone with him and leaving her to sit there in a state of boredom.
usually, she would be messing around with mark and ethan but they were both on her hit list and it would be a successful day if neither of them went home with a broken foot in the shape of a bowling ball.
"why are you sitting here alone?" her eyes snapped up to truscott, who eyed her suspiciously. "am i a mean person?"
"do you want me to answer that honestly?" he replied, a humorous smile on his face. "you're meant to say, 'no you're perfect molly. we all love you, molly'. not whatever you just said."
"i'm not getting involved." he shook his head before stalking off to ask someone else what had happened.
molly released a huff of frustration, glancing down at her shoes as she clicked the tops of them together. upon hearing multiple pairs of feet approach her, molly lifted her head, expecting to see some of her teammates tell her that it was time to start bowling. she hoped not, she had no faith that her pink bowling ball wouldn't end up flying in the direction of where mark and ethan were sitting, both boys sending her apologetic pouts from across the room. what she didn't expect was to see all four new freshmen towering over here.
the one in the middle, who had long blonde hair and a backwards cap on his head, smiled shyly before holding out a cup full of blue ice. "slushy?"
molly smiled before taking the cup. "i'm luca, this is my brother adam, rutger and nick."
"it's nice to meet you."
"we wanted to let you know that we don't believe what ethan and mark told us." rutger nodded his head in agreement to what nick was saying.
"thanks ladies, i appreciate the gesture." molly smiled up at the group. "even though i have been informed that i can be quite mean, i promise never to be mean to any of you because you're all children."
"aren't we the same age?" adam asked, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "hush now, child." molly held up a finger, silencing the boy.
"yo! freshies, it's your turn!" nolan yelled from across the bowling alley.
"but seriously, thank you." molly repeated, smiling softly at the group of freshmen, who all nodded their heads whilst adorning shared smiles before walking off.
molly released a sigh of relief at the fact that the freshmen were no longer scared that she was going to poison them, leaning back in her seat.
her moment of relaxation was cut off when a body jumped into the spot beside her and a pair of arms wrapped loosely around her neck.
"we would like to formally apologise." ethan began from beside her, pulling on a piece of her blonde hair lightly to get her attention. molly's eyes narrowed, but she made no effort in moving away from the boy or pushing mark off of her.
"continue."
"we shouldn't of did what we did, we thought we were being funny." mark told the girl, his hands fiddling together in front of her face. molly smiled at the nervous action. "and if the freshmen thought we were being serious and do anything to offend you, we'll sort them out. we promise." ethan continued, holding up his pinky finger.
molly slapped his hand away. "you can't do that."
"why not?"
"because i've adopted them all and taken them under my wing. so, that means they're my children and you're not even allowed to look at them wrong."
"is this why you were so excited to meet them?" mark asked as the trio watched from afar as luca and rutger celebrated one of them getting a strike. molly hummed in confirmation, "i didn't have anyone to look out for me my first year, i didn't want them to feel the same." her voice was quiet now as she shrugged her shoulders in an attempt of brushing her feelings off.
"well, now you've got someone. two someones to be exact." ethan cheesed from beside her.
"you guys are still going to wake up with missing limbs and angry phone calls from your mothers."
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If tomorrow is the end of the world, one of the last things I wanna do is reading a oneshot of Joe and Hazel because I miss that little bitch a lot. Thank you in advance.
so, i vowed to never write baby hazel again, and yet, here we are... you're welcome
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Great Mum, Great Team
"What a terrible development," you said aghast though you were smiling, apples in your cheeks round and blushing. You were stood in the doorway to Hazel's bedroom, amazed at what you were looking at.
"I cannot believe my eyes!"
Joe sat on the carpet next to Hazel who was trying her very best to put on her mary jane's correctly, right shoe on right foot, left shoe on left foot.
Joe fully ignored you, eyes trained on Hazel's feet, just like hers were.
She struggled with the straps, tiny fingers trying to sort her toes out and not let her socks get in the way. You saw the tip of her tongue peek out in concentration, and saw how Joe, for whatever reason, copied it.
Your heart was overflowing with proud love for her as you saw her put real effort in, eyes flitting up to Joe for encouragement. It swelled your chest, pained it wonderfully.
"Nearly there. Yep, you got it." Joe spoke softly, not lending a hand, which really impressed you. You had a way of taking over, wanting to help out and just get the task done.
This was better parenting, what you were looking at.
Hazel's left heel slipped into the shoe and she immediately moved to stand up, grabbing onto a hand that Joe held out for stability.
"Yeaaa. High five, Hazel!" Joe exclaimed, holding up a palm that got hit by two smaller ones.
She did it.
"I can't believe it." you made big eyes as you smiled at her when Hazel skipped closer, telling you all about how she put her shoes on all by herself because she was a big girl now.
Something you'd been trying to convince her of for weeks.
"See, didn't I tell you?"
It seemed like she thought it was all way too far-fetched when you told her she was old enough to put her shoes on by herself, though.
The standard reaction you'd get was, "Can you please help me, mummy? I can't do it by myself." and you'd try. You'd really try. You'd tell her things like, no babe, I know you can do it, if you don't, you'll have to go outside without any shoes on and your socks will get all wet, and that doesn't sound very nice, does it?
But you'd grow impatient.
It would just take too long.
"She's going to need a big girl bed soon, too, don't you Hazel?" Joe said, getting up himself now too. Hazel ignored the both of you as she skipped past you, on her way to the living room where the TV was still playing one of her shows.
You raised your eyebrows and huffed a laugh as you watched her disappear down the hall.
"I swear she thinks she's a teenager." Joe mused, stepping closer and letting his hand fall to your waist.
"Yea, a teenager who only listens to you, it seems."
"Well," Joe leant closer for a quick peck to your lips. "Stop being such a push-over then."
Joe expected you to drop your jaw, to frown deep, and to shove at him, because he was clearly only joking.
But instead you sighed and quietly said "Yea, I know." much more sorrowful than he ever wanted to hear you.
You thought maybe it was your voice. You didn't think you sounded very authoritative, that you didn't tend to make demands very well.
Hazel always poked right through your demands. Didn't take them seriously like you wanted her to.
"Hey," Joe whispered worriedly, forcing eye-contact before saying, "You know you're not a push-over, right? I was only joking."
You smile at his gentleness. At the instant care he's got ready for you.
"No, I am. It's okay. I shouldn't have made such a headstrong child, it's my own fault." you tried your hand at humour, and Joe nearly bought it.
You could hear how Hazel opened a cabinet in your living room, followed by the sounds of the box with wooden blocks being dragged out. Hazel didn't really have time to play right now, Joe had just gotten her to put her shoes on for a short trip to the market. You didn't really need anything, but it was nice to get out of the house and tire Hazel out a bit.
"Baby," you called out to her, leaning away from Joe a little as to not shout right into his ear, and were about to tell your daughter to put the blocks back. But then Joe pulled you in close and pressed his nose into your cheek, softly saying, "No, let her. We're not in a hurry, are we?"
You realised just then that you weren't, and, to Joe's relief, finally swung arms around his neck to hug him back.
Through kisses to your cheek, Joe murmured, "You realise that only headstrong girls can make headstrong girls, don't you?"
You couldn't help smiling as you closed your eyes, relishing in this little moment of affection Joe created.
"You have no idea..." you started, humour in your tone. "How long I struggled to get her to put on her shoes the other day. And guess how that whole altercation ended?"
Joe kept his face stuck to yours, not moving away in between kisses, just making noises with his lips against your cheek.
"Who ended putting the shoes on?"
"Was it you?" Joe spoke out of the sides of his mouth, all hot air against your skin, unintentionally raspberrying you as he did.
"It was me." you confirmed, and you let a laugh escape in a huff through your nose.
"Hmm," Joe mused, moving to press his forehead against yours. "Just means you're nurturing. Caring. So sweet, and kind."
You got a kiss pressed to your lips.
"Yea, well... would just be nice if she listened to me like she listens to... well, literally anyone else. Not to, you know–"
You didn't want Joe to think he fell into that category. He very much wasn't literally anyone else to Hazel.
"I know." Joe understood.
"She– you definitely are dad, you–"
"I know. I was trying to compliment you, just accept it. You're a great mum." Joe shut you up, pressed more kisses to your mouth and let his arms wrap tighter.
You stood in Hazel's bedroom's doorway and let yourself drown in Joe's fondness for you. Joe showed it all the time, but there weren't many moments where you stopped everything you had going on to fully accept it for a moment.
And Joe lived for these moments.
It was only short-lived though. It always was.
From the living room you heard a crash of block, followed by a silence that then got broken by beginning cries from Hazel.
They quickly grew in volume.
You were about to pull away from Joe, already mentally picking Hazel up from the floor to hug close to your chest. But Joe held you and said, "Wait..." as he turned his ear towards the living room, listening. Waiting.
It just took a second longer for Hazel to start to cry out for her mum, and a smile spread across Joe's face.
"See? Mum. She needs you. No way that she was going to call out for anyone else. It's why we make such a great team."
You rolled your eyes as Joe made his point, finally losing his tight grip so you could make your way over.
Joe followed and watched as you bent over to pick up a crying Hazel who was holding a small hand to her head next to a big pile of wooden blocks. It was obvious a tower had fallen over and she'd gotten hurt in the process.
You shushed her and swayed as you comforted her, asking her if she'd hurt her head, if it was the blocks that got her.
Hazel's soft whimpers confirming that it had been the wooden blocks made Joe pout at her sad little voice.
When you turned to look at him, Joe's face smoothed out.
"Great mum." he mouthed, and you scrunched up your nose in response.
"Great team." you mouthed back.
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My first post! Guillermo's slayer boots
My first post is, of course, dedicated to the boots Harvey wears as part of his Slayer!Guillermo getup! Based on various photos, they look to be a pretty standard black lace-up combat boot with side zippers.
Most combat boots have a sturdy, quite heavy sole with a nice tread that makes these great for keeping stable footing in all kinds of terrain (or in a fight with vampires). These are also great boots for anyone with wide feet or calves, as the laces make them easier to get on and off as well as highly adjustable in terms of the boot shaft (I speak from experience).
Guillermo seems to wear these laced up only part of the way, with the top two rows of grommets left empty and the laces tied around the ankles for extra stability. The side zip also appears to be left open in several of the photos, and is likely decorative rather than fully functional. Lots of boots like this have a decorate side zip on the side of each boot that faces outward, and either no zip or a less decorative, functional zip on the side facing inward.
A few things to note about combat boot construction!
There are several boots with slight differences that all technically fall under this category. My personal favorite is this style, in which the body of the boot is constructed of four pieces of leather (not including the tongue): a large piece for the toe area, two large mirrored pieces for the sides of the boot, and a long piece for the heal with a strip of leather going all the way up the back of the boot shaft, unbroken.
I personally prefer these because I feel like they're sturdy, easy to keep clean, and don't irritate my heels compared to some other constructions. Sometimes these include a side zipper to make them easier to take off and put on, but sometimes their only closure is the laces. I like the side zips personally, because I have big feet.
Another common style has a separate toe piece in the front and a separate heel piece in the back. These generally have a slimmer silhouette (making this construction a popular choice for women's boots), but that separate heel piece breaks right on the bend of the ankle, and I've found it tends to rub me raw there regardless of how thick my socks are. Does anyone else experience this?
I've also seen combat boots that have the separate front toe piece of leather to allow for the slimmer silhouette, but the unbroken longer heel piece in the back. These are great as well, though I don't think they're quite as sturdy over time as the one unbroken piece of leather on the front.
Less common now but something I've also seen especially on older boots is a longer boot shaft that is a separate piece of leather. I've also seen some boots with zippers up the back, but I would recommend avoiding those at all costs. If the stitching from two pieces of leather being joined together irritates your heels, imagine what a metal zipper is going to feel like! Heel height is also usually on the low side, though of course there are combat boots out there with taller heels and even platform soles. Guillermo's boots appear to have the standard low heel.
Another key difference you may find is how the boots lace up. Some of them have full metal grommets punched through the leather on the boot shaft. This allows you to lace the boots up all the way, tightly and with extra security over the course of the day. If you're fighting vampires, this seems like a good idea!
My personal preference, however, is the open eyelet style. These are essentially metal hooks attached to the boot shaft that you can loop the laces over. These are great if you tend to use laces that fray at the edges, if you have arthritis or another condition that makes fiddling with laces annoying, or if you're just not planning to wear the boots laced up all the way (and I'm all three).
If you're in the market for a pair of boots like this, make sure you check these features: the back construction, the toe construction, the zipper placement and functionality, and the grommets where the boot laces up. Also check the soles for good, deep tread as well as for stitching rather than glued soles. Glued soles are going to be cheaper but they're also going to fall apart sooner.
Some affordable (under $100) options for combat boots similar to Guillermo's include:
The Breslin style from Wanted, available in sizes up to Women's US 11 and in several different colors. I've had a couple of pairs of Wanted boots over the years and they've all been pretty comfy. However, they're usually glued soles and thus start coming apart pretty fast, especially if you live anywhere that has weather. This style also has a back zipper, so remember my warnings on that!
The Legend style from Wanted, available in sizes up to Women's US 10 (size 11 currently sold out) and only in black.
The Stevie lace-up combat boot from Torrid, available currently in Women's US 13WW and only in brown. These tend to come in and out of stock at Torrid. I have a pair of these in brown and a pair of a similar Torrid style in black. They're sturdy and comfortable, but I would highly recommend planning to break them in before you, say, spend an entire day walking around in them.
VampireFreaks.com has a wide range of combat boots for sizes up to a Men's US 14. The styles that most closely resemble Guillermo's are their Sabotage, Dead Walker, and Switchblade styles.
Note I have not included Doc Martens on this list despite them being one of the combat boots brands, because a) their quality has gone down quite a bit, b) their prices are too high to justify that drop in quality, and c) Guillermo's boots don't appear to be Doc Martens or similar to any of their current styles. If you want a pair of Docs I recommend looking on ebay or in similar places for a pair from the early 2000s or earlier.
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out of pure excitement, here's how the construction of a cuff-down sock works!
keep in mind this is just how I have made socks in the past and how I've seen them in patterns, this isn't the only way to do cuff-down socks :)
I'll also be using a picture I've already posted on here of a fully finished sock to use as a reference.
let's get started!
(very long post under the cut)
psst, ill be including a picture with a color coded section to help explain exactly where on the sock this is :)
part one: the cuff
the most obvious part of a cuff-down sock is - well - the cuff!
this is typically done with ribbing (though I've seen patterns without ribbing like this one), and I've found that for women's medium sized socks it's around 15-20 rows depending on the pattern and the knitters liking. this is one of the sections that's completely up to personal preference, as some like long cuffs, some like short cuffs, and some prefer no cuff at all :)
part two: transition row/s (optional)
some patterns utilize a transition row, especially if coming from some kind of ribbing to some kind of lace. this can help distinguish the cuff from the body of the foot, but isn't used in too many patterns that I've come across.
part three: leg section
stockinette, lace, cables, you name it! unless your sock is coming from your mid or high calf, you're not likely to have to increase/decrease this section at all. for the sock shown below, I stuck with all 66 stitches the entire way through :) (though be aware that some patterns do call for increases/decreases depending on length!)
part four: heel section
4a: heel flap
a heel flap is typically done across half, a third, or a quarter of the stitches used in the circumference of the sock, I prefer a reinforced heel flap (RS slip one purlwise, knit, continue to end of row ; WS purl until one stitch remaining, slip purlwise ; repeat until desired length), but there are many options out there for whatever you'd like!
most of the time you'll be making a heel flap kind of a square shape, working back and fourth until the end of the suggested rows or continuing until whatever length you'd like (though be aware that the longer it is, the more stitches you'll have around your heel circumference!!!)
4b: heel turn
a heel turn is really simple -- you knit until you're a bit past the middle of the heel flap (RS), ssk, k1, turn, slip 1, p however many stitches required (you can make a pointer or a more flat heel turn depending on the amount of stitches you use to begin with), p2tog, p1, turn, slip 1, knit until 1 before the "gap" that is formed, ssk, k1, repeat until you've finished picking up all stitches (you'll end up with less than your original stitch count, don't be afraid!)
by the way, there is this lovely video by heather storta on YouTube that explains all the different types of heels for cuff down, toe up, and after thought socks :)
part five: gussets & decrease section
5a: gussets (light blue)
the gusset stitches are all the stitches picked up from the sides of the heel flap -- when you slip the first stitch on each row, you create a selvage edge that you later knit from and then decrease from at the edge before the top of the foot until you reach your original stitch count! (the gusset stitches here would be at the edge of the green for the heel flap, the light blue is just showing the decrease section from the gussets as well :) )
5b: untouched foot section(??) (blue)
just as the title says, you don't mess with the stitch count of these areas. the top of the foot is left completely untouched, and besides the gusset stitch decreases on the sides of the back of the foot, it's otherwise untouched as well.
part six: the foot
as much as you may think that all of this is the foot, this is what I personally call The Foot Section - the length of one's foot is extremely varied, so this part is very much not something that can be easily standardized. I've found that measuring from the very back of my heel to the end of my big toe (and subtracting the length already knitting + the length of the toe + an extra 2ish cm) helps me get the perfect fit.
knowing your gauge and knowing your measurements is tantamount to having your own personalized pattern, so being if you want to make something that fits, you've gotta measure!
side note : it's normally suggested in patterns to subtract 2-2.5cm from your actual foot length, but always consult the pattern before deciding on anything in particular!
part seven: the toe
finally, we've reached the end! this is, in my opinion, the absolute easiest part of the sock. you're decreasing every other row (typically), which means every row gets shorter and shorter! personally, I get super motivated when I reach the toe section :)
there are MANY ways to create the toe section of your sock -- I prefer wedge ("square") toes, as I find them to be simple and effective. there are also more pointy and more round toes, along with the anatomical toe variation, so play around with what you like!
as shown in the picture below, there is a decrease on both sides of the sock (4 decreases per row, 2 on each side). this is done every other row to create a nice slope that doesn't make the toe too small, but also doesn't leave it as a Huge section of the sock.
anyways, that's about all of my knowledge on cuff-down sock construction! my tumblr is lagging as I'm typing this, too many pictures I suppose?
hope y'all learned something or at least found this interesting, and have a lovely evening everyone!
(also, it won't let me add the video I wanted to, so it'll be left in the comments!)
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Rating MILGRAM shoes because- what are those?!
Inspired by a post I stumbled upon talking about Kotoko's T1 shoes I decided to go to check all of them and rate one by one both the drip and how pratical they are for a prison. (This is satire please guys don't cancel me over shoe opinions)
1-Haruka Sakurai
T1 Shoes
Ok....bro has that psych ward drip. Honestly they look comfortable for a prison, I'll give him that. 7/10
T2 Shoes
He's not even wearing one of them- how did I never notice that.
He clearly doesn't know how to tie the laces either but anyways, still comfortable and to be honest, I like the shoes. He loses points for not wearing one of them so- 7/10 (Mu teach this poor kid how to wear shoes pls)
2-Yuno Kashiki
T1 Shoes
Typical school shoes, not bad but still boring, they also start to hurt after a while. I've seen how you dress girl, come on you can do better than this..... I'd say 4/10
T2 Shoes
(Why did she have to split her legs so much....have one of them)
There was an upgrade i guess, it's more stylish but still uncomfortable to stand on for days on end in a prison. 4/10
3-Fuuta Kajiyama
T1/T2 Shoes (man didn't even bother changing shoes)
What are these bulky ah shoes.....I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and say they must at least be comfortable since they look like sports shoes. (can we talk about those socks tho-) 6/10
4-Muu Kusunoki
T1 Shoes
Ok first of all, who the fuck goes to a prison and wears high heels?! Like- out of everything you could wear, you use the LEAST comfortable or pratical choice possible?? She really said slaying first, comfort second alright..... 3/10 im not sorry
T2 Shoes
.......I'm not even going to say anything.......it got worse. 2/10
5-Shidou Kirisaki
T1 Shoes
Uhm...ok grandpa shoes i guess.....still comfy tho. By themselves they don't look bad but with the actual fit- my guy what the fuck where you thinking.... 5/10
T2 Shoes
My guy really looked at Kotoko's T1 shoes and thought they looked cool. Still better than hers but thats for later.
What on earth are even these tho, they are like crocs but with normal shoe soles???
He's clearly one of those guys that get dressed by their wives and can't do it by themselves because jesus.... 4/10?
6-Mahiru Shiina
T1 Shoes
Ok, nails done, I see you.
Grandma shoes mixed with platform shoes.....she's smol so I get it.
They actually look comfy but what about winter girl- 7/10
No T2 because.....well....wheelchair (txs Kotoko)
7-Kazui Mukuhara
T1 Shoes
What are these shoes, they have belts on the side?? thats a belt right-
From the front they look like fisherman boots, what is this man wearing. At least they don't look uncomfortable. 6/10
T2 Shoes
Alright he got comfier, very solid.
I'd wear those in prison, 9/10 great upgrade Dad!
8-Amane Momose
T1/T2 Shoes (dam girl change a bit)
School shoes same as Yuno but this ones.....I've worn that and god do they fuck up your toes.....Is she ok? 3/10
9-Mikoto Kayano & John
T1/ T2 Shoes
Ok my guy Vans i see you, he went for the comfy option but the color....could be better. 8/10
But can we take a moment to talk about how John can't tie shoe laces??
What is that- He's going to trip on that thing and fall face first on the floor. Those look one step away from unlacing.
And finally, the one that started it all,
10-Kotoko Yuzuriha
T1 Shoes
(again, what are those socks) I don't even know what these are supposed to be?? Are these a normal version of those beach sandals or something?!
They look ugly as hell (god that random ass circle on the side- it looks like a black and white pokeball tho) and uncomfortable too. 1/10 burn these things (you are lucky you are hot)
T2 Shoes
Now we are talking, the biggest glow up ever!!
They are literally just military security boots, go off queen, slay (perferably not literally, we've seen that enough)
Comfy, fashionable, she can step on me with those- wait what? 9/10
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fever pt.2
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CW: fingering, heats, ruts, biting, knotting, unprotected sex, doggystyle, missionary, oral (f receiving), fighting, mild blood, harassment
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mina opens the door for katsuki, playfully swooning at his white shirt stretched across his chest. “you look yummy.”
“don’t say that. where’s tiny?”
“y/n~” mina calls to your bedroom door but there’s no response. “one sec.”
katsuki watches her skip to your room, shutting the door. he hears both of you talk back and forth until mina shoves you out of the room.
“you look fine, stop worrying.”
you look up at katsuki and turn around in embarrassment. “oh my god he looks so good and i look terrible!”
you’re wearing a pastel pink plaid skirt with white long sleeve scoop neck shirt paired with white chunky wedges and thigh high socks to tie it all together. all bought by katsuki and maybe a little too casual for a fashion show and dinner.
“no you don’t, you look so cute,” mina grins.
you inhale deeply and turn back around to face katsuki. “okay, hi.”
‘fuck, she looks cute.’
“i like your hair,” he comments.
you touch your braids. “are you making fun of me for what happened with the whole hair thing when we met?”
katsuki’s alpha yells at him for the comment. “no, i mean it. your hair looks nice with the curls at the end.”
“thank you, katsuki,” you smile.
katsuki holds out his hand. “are you ready?”
you nod and let out a slight purr as you take his hand and walk out the door with him.
“have fun! don’t do anything i wouldn’t do!” mina calls out as you walk to the elevator.
you giggle and nod as katsuki rolls his eyes. “i heard there’s not much she wouldn’t do,” he mutters.
“she’s very experimental,” you laugh and press the button on the panel.
“have you two ever…?” he trails off vaguely.
your face heats up as you look away. “w-why would you ask me that?”
“she was really comfortable taking your heat toy out.”
“ mina’s my best friend and we’ve been through a lot together.”
“so…”
you huff. “there was that one time after this guy dumped me like a week before my heat a few years ago. but that’s it, i swear!”
katsuki’s alpha growls lowly at the thought of someone else touching you but he holds it back since you trust mina. he kisses your cheek and smirks to himself when you get slightly flustered.
“good. my parent’s show starts in about half an hour,” he tells you as you both step outside.
“sounds good. where’s the show, anyway?”
“nakagi hotel.”
you gasp loudly at the name. “the nakagi hotel?!”
nakagi hotel was so high end only big shots and celebrities got to stay there.
“i’ve always wanted to go there,” you squeal and hold his hand, bouncing excitedly. “i heard the restaurant grows their own veggies on the roof. is that true?”
“i dunno, probably.”
“do the chandeliers twinkle like stars?”
he shrugs. “maybe.”
you squeal again and hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “i’m so excited! thank you katsuki!” you stretch on your toes—despite your heels he’s still annoyingly taller than you—to plant kisses on his cheeks and jaw.
“hey hey, you’re covering me with your sticky ass lip gloss!” he protests.
“oh. sorry,” you mumble, retracting your hands.
‘shit.’ “maybe a couple more…”
“yay!” you give him one last kiss, this one a little longer than the others, and rub your cheek on his collar despite your scent patch.
“why do you wear that stupid thing?” he scoffs. and opens the passenger door for you.
“i don’t want alphas to go into a frenzy,” you explain. “omegas are required by law to wear them in public spaces.”
“you don't gotta worry about them when i'm with you. besides,” he trails off, lifting your scent patch and taking a deep whiff, letting out a deep growl-like rumble. “the only alpha who should smell you is me.”
you feel your face heat up as he pulls away and starts the car.
“katsuki, don’t do that!” you whine, covering your face.
“but you smell so good. like a freshly baked butterscotch cookie.”
“you smell nice too. like.” you smell his neck. “like making caramel by a fire.”
‘omega likes our scent. claim her!’
he shakes his head to get rid of the thought. “we’re gonna be late.”
“ooh this is gonna be so much fun!”
katsuki chuckles at your enthusiasm and pulls out of the curb, driving towards the hotel.
*
your eyes widen as you look around the massive lobby.everything bathes it warm light that makes the white walls shine. “wow, it's so pretty,” you marvel.
“close your jaw pretty girl before you catch flies,” katsuki chuckles.
“everythings just so fancy—ooh look at the chandelier!” you point upwards.
“yeah, it's very shiny. c'mon before we're late.”
you look over at him and grab his hand. “lead the way,” you chime, happily letting him lead you outside into the garden.
you ‘ooh’ at the set up, standing next to the raised glass runway lit up by soft blue lights. “pretty.”
‘you’re prettier,’ he thinks.
“katsukiiiiiii!” a shrill voice calls from somewhere down the grass. “katsuki is that you?!”
“shit,” he sighs, subtly letting out irritated pheromones.
“what’s wrong?” you ask.
“my hag.”
“hag?”
“katsuki bakugou, you have some nerve coming here and not letting me know—oh! i didn’t know we had another model. she’s kind of short but i have the perfect outfit she can wear,” a tall woman that looks like a gender-bent, carbon copy of katsuki. “why do you smell stressed?”
“i’m fine,” he growls before calming down when you try to hide behind him and let out soft, calming pheromones.
she grasps your wrist. “come dear, let’s get you dressed.”
“i’m not a model, ma’am,” you squeak out.
“no? but you look like one.”
“she’s with me,” katsuki speaks up and pulls you close to him.
“hmm? oh. oh! i see, so how did you meet this one? in one of your little clubs like the last one?”
“shut up, hag, she’s different,” katsuki grumbles.
“but i did meet you in a club…”
“that’s beside the point. you’re different,” he says to you.
“it’s not that big a deal,” you reassure him then turn to the woman. “i’m just a plus one. it’s nice to meet you.”
“you too. i’m katsuki’s mother, mitsuki.”
“...are you sure? you just…you look really good.”
“oh, you're so sweet! katsuki, are you sure you found her in your club?”
“let’s go sit down,” he grumbles, softly tugging you along.
“bye mrs. bakugou,” you smile as she watches you follow katsuki to your reserved seats.
‘she seems nice, and he looks happy,’ mitsuki thinks as she watches katsuki look fondly at you while helping you sit, draping an arm over your shoulder. ‘im happy for him.’
about ten minutes later the show began as the lights along the runway lit up and started swirling around the glass.
‘ladies and gentlemen, people of all presentations, welcome to sakura sunset.”
the models all walk up and down the runway one after another. you look up at them and gasp in wonder at the detailed sunset coloured outfits. ‘so pretty,’ you think.
you notice one of the male models wink at you as he walks past in an orange and brown outfit.
‘oh…’ you think as your cheeks warm before chirping softly when katsuki pulls you closer and kisses the top of your scent patch, side-eyeing the other alpha as he walks towards the curtain in the back.
‘asshole.’
you lean on him, purring as he keeps kissing your neck. “there are people around.”
“don’t care. you’re with me. people should know that,” he grumbles and softly bites above the patch and makes a hickey, laving his tongue over it.
“stop,” you chastise half heartedly and pull away to watch the beautiful mix of traditional and modern fashion. you’ve always known the bakugou’s were talented in their fashion but seeing it in person hits different. maybe you can get a cheaper piece for yourself.
once the show was over you stood in the private lounge area, near the buffet table, softly nibbling on one of the crackers they had for guests and sipped on a small flute of seltzer.
while you’re figuring out where to throw a salmon bite you realise you don’t like, your nose picks up a strong smell very close to you. sandalwood with a hint of something zesty.
“hey.”
you turn and come face to chest with the alpha who winked at you from the runway.
“hi,” you smile politely—putting the salmon bite in a tissue. “you’re the model in the hakama pants. they looked really good.”
he runs a hand through his dark hair. “thank babe. names shindo yo. what’s yours?”
“l/n y/n.”
“pretty name for a pretty lady.”
you giggle nervously but your omega preens at the praise. “thank you.”
“what’s someone like you doing down here? you should've been on stage with me.”
“i’m a plus one.”
“so who’s the lucky alpha? or beta?”
“me,” a voice growls from behind the brunet.
“katsuki! hi,” you chirp. “did you try the salmon bites? they’re kinda gross.”
“bakugou katsuki, it’s been a while,” shindo grins as katsuki glares at him. “how’ve you been?”
“shindo,” katsuki grumbles and shoves past him to talk to you. “you okay, pretty girl?”
you nod and keep drinking from your flute. “the seltzer’s really good,” you hum. “is shindo one of your friends? he looks like deku.”
“we’re not friends. ”
shindo puts his arm over katsuki’s shoulder. “we’re best friends. katsuki and i modelled together years ago before he stopped. also, thank you for the compliment, sweetheart.”
katsuki growls low in his throat and shrugs him off. “no, we’re not.”
you look at the two before shrugging and continuing to drink your seltzer while you browse through the rest of the snack options.
“how did someone like you find a plus one this beautiful? is she an escort?” he whispers quiet enough for only katsuki to hear.
katsuki snarls at him. “no, fuck off.”
you pick up a tiny sandwich and bite, scrunching up your nose at the taste. ‘fancy food sucks…’
“so you don’t mind if i tried to…”
“back off, knothead, she’s with me,” he snaps. “y/n, we’ll be late for dinner.”
you turn around, your cheeks slightly puffed up from the crackers. “mm?” you swallow and wipe your mouth. “okay. bye shindo.”
“don’t talk to him,” katsuki grumbles as he leads you away.
“shouldn’t we say goodbye to your mom?”
“she’ll know that i’ve already left. i don’t stay long at these things.”
“ohhh, okay,” you smile and hold his hand, interlocking your fingers. “this was so much fun. i can’t wait for dinner.”
katsuki feels pride swell in his chest as you follow him towards the garden entrance.
mitsuki shouts at the two of you, making you stop while katsuki groans and turns around.
“katsuki, get back here!”
“you know i was leaving, hag. what do you want?”
mitsuki pushes a man in front of her. “i want her to meet your father. masaru, that’s katsuki’s little girlfriend, isn’t she adorable?”
“you have a girlfriend?”
‘i’m his girlfriend?’ you think as your omega jumps wildly. ‘did alpha choose us?!’ “hi, no, we’re just going out,” you explain, nervously laughing. “nothing official yet.”
‘not yet,’ katsuki thinks. “we’re going to get dinner.”
“you better treat her right,” mitsuki calls out as katsuki leads you inside the hotel towards the exit.
as you and katsuki walk outside, you’re both blindsided by the flashing cameras of after show paparazzi.
you flinch at the barrage of questions as the lights flash. katsuki grips your hand tighter and pulls you away from the large crowd, leading you towards his car. once inside, he notices your distressed scent, peeking out from beneath your floral patch. “are you okay?” he asks, stroking the back of your hand.
“so many people,” you mumble. “it was so loud and they were asking so many questions. is that normal for these things?”
katsuki nods. ‘omega’s sad. comfort her, dumbass.’ “don’t worry, i barely go to these things so you don’t have to worry.”
“mm, okay,” you hum and rummage through your purse for a new patch. you slowly remove the old patches so you don't hurt yourself. “i think i sweat mine out.”
the car is filled with your sweet butterscotch and vanilla scent. the heaviness filling katsuki’s nose and settling in the back of his throat. “you smell amazing with or without it, pretty girl,” he rumbles.
you look over and smile at him. “thank you. my last boyfriend said i smelled too sweet. i’m ninety percent sure that’s why he broke up with me but he said ‘i’m too clingy’ so i dunno.”
“well he sounds like an idiot. you’re not clingy and you definitely don’t smell too sweet.” katsuki kisses your cheek and noses your scent gland as you purr before chirping when he licks your scent gland. “so fuckin’ delicious,” he groans. before smelling the change in your scent. ‘she likes it when i do this?’
you whine softly as he keeps licking and sucking your scent gland. “katsuki.”
he pulls away and kisses you softly, one hand cupping your cheek while resting his other hand on your plump thigh, squeezing the flesh slightly.
“alpha,” you whimper when his hand glides higher up under your skirt.
“yeah, pretty girl? something on your mind?” he chuckles smugly.
you squirm in place, mind racing and omega going crazy. “you, alpha,” you whine as his fingers toy with the hem of your panties.
you lift your right leg onto the dashboard as katsuki gently tugs your underwear to your knees and kisses your scent gland again as his fingers dance along your folds, rubbing your clit. your whole cunt is covered in slick, coating his hand even before he puts his fingers in you.
“goddamn, you’re wet,” he groans as you tilt your head back into the headrest. he pushes his nose closer to your scent gland, kissing and running his rough tongue across the sensitive skin while slowly pushing a finger inside. “fuck, you’re so tight, pretty girl. relax for me, okay?”
you whimper softly as he kisses and nips your jaw before squeezing your chest.
“that’s a good girl, there we go,” he smirks as your eyes flutter. he starts thrusting his finger before eventually adding a second and rubs your clit with his thumb.
you fist his shirt, panting heavily against his mouth. your hips jerkily grind into his hand, your toes curling in your socks. his fingers curl up into the roof of your cunt and you throw your head back with a cry, your leg trembling as your body seizes up. your cunt squeezes katsuki’s fingers, slick dripping down his wrist. he can’t wait to feel you squeeze his dick and knot like that.
katsuki pecks your lips before pulling his hand away and licking at his fingers. “you even taste sweet,” he chuckles. he kisses your cheek and cleans you up with some wipes he had in the glove compartment before starting the car.
you let out a happy purr and lower your leg as your scent filled the car. ‘i want him as our alpha. hurry up and ask him!’ your omega yells at you.
“i think…i think we should open the window,” you mutter and press the button to let fresh air in.
‘noooooooo!’
*
katsuki drives up to a fancy restaurant and hands his keys to the valet as he steps out before walking over and helping you out of the car.
“ooh,” you hum. “i know this place. i heard their seafood is really good.”
“what type of seafood do you like?” katsuki asks, walking you inside.
“i like shrimp, salmon—ooh, i love lobster too. but it’s so expensive.”
“well whatever you want tonight, you can have.”
you look up at him, your eyes wide. “you mean it?”
“yes, i do,” he nods. “table for two under the name bakugou.”
the hostess picks up two menus and steps out from behind the glass podium. “follow me please.”
the booth is a little further inside the restaurant, away from the hustle and bustle.
“someone will be here with some bread and take your orders in a moment,” the hostess smiles as she hands you the menu.
you and katsuki talk idly until a male omega makes their way over, immediately grabbing their notepad from their apron pocket and placing a tray of bread and butter on the table.
“good evening, my name is benjiro, and i’ll be your waiter tonight. can i start the two of you off on any drinks?”
“can i have the strawberry lemonade,” you smile and point at the name of the drink on the menu.
benjiro scribbles it down. “and you, sir?”
“water,” katsuki says curtly.
“all right, i’ll be back soon.”
the omega bows slightly and makes his way towards the kitchen.
“you didn’t want any alcohol?” katsuki asks you. you flip the page of the menu, scanning through the seafood options.
“hm? alcohol? i don’t drink.”
“you got a reason?”
you shrug nonchalantly. “i’m not really big on alcohol. i think the last time i drank was at my college graduation party and i passed out.”
“so you’re a lightweight,” he chuckles as you pout. “don’t worry, i don’t drink much either.”
you roll your eyes playfully and look at the entrees. “ooh, the lobster linguini sounds good with a side of garlic knots. i think i’ll get that, what about you katsuki?”
“i think i’ll get the sirloin with a side of wild rice,” katsuki decides, closing his menu and eating a slice of bread. “hmm, pretty good.”
“ooh, that sounds so good. i’m rethinking the lobster now…” you mutter.
“i think the lobster is a good idea, but whatever you want i’ll get it for you.”
you click your tongue. “can’t eat too much so i’ll just have the lobster linguini.” you decide and close the menu.
katsuki smiles at you and eats another slice. “so how have you been?”
“pretty good, i helped treat a kid with bronchiolitis the other day. they were wheezing for almost a week, but i figured out the issue. what about you?”
“i’m thinking of expanding my club. there’s a space near block seventeen that opened up and i’m thinking of opening another location. i also made a new recipe for the club.”
“ooh, that sounds interesting. what is it?”
“you’ll have to visit the club to find out,” katsuki grins, reaching over and placing a hand over yours.
your feet kick giddily under the table, your face hot when you squeak out, “okay.”
the waiter comes by and places your drinks on the table. “strawberry lemonade for the lady and water for you, sir.”
“thank you,” you chirp.
“so, are you two ready to order?”
“oh, yes. i’ll have the lobster linguini with a side of garlic knots.”
“a good choice. and for you sir?”
“i’ll have the sirloin medium well with wild rice on the side.”
you make a face after benjiro leaves. “medium well, really?”
“what’s wrong with it? how do you eat your steak?”
“okay, i know if i answer you’re gonna make it a whole thing like everyone does.”
he raises a brow.
“i like it well done…” you mutter under your breath.
he withdraws his hand from yours. “i don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
“no, you’re not allowed to make fun of me,” you whine and hold his hand again. “my dad just always made it like that so it grew on me.”
“your dad has shit taste in cooking steak,” he chuckles and links your fingers again.
“don’t disrespect her like that,” you pout indignantly. “she’s a great cook. wish some of it rubbed off on me though.”
“don’t be discouraged. i can still teach you and then you can make yourself some lunch instead of going to that soba place around the corner from your office.”
“i like their soba. it’s good, yeah, but homemade is always better. ooh, can you teach me how to make the omurice you made me last week?”
“sure, tiny.”
you smile bashfully and shrug your shoulders. “thank you.”
dinner goes off without a hitch. you love the food, even stealing some from katsuki’s plate.
katsuki pays for the meal and walks you out, holding onto your waist while the valet brings the car around.
the moment you say goodnight to katsuki and kiss him goodbye, mina practically tackles you for information.
“girlie, you gotta tell me how it went!
“it was fun. i took pictures of the clothes i’ll send to you later. then we went for dinner.”
“did anything happen~?”
your cheeks heat up. “no…”
“ooh, something did happen! did you guys fuck?”
you squeal in embarrassment and rush to your room, shutting the door before she can come in.
“you can’t hide from me forever, bestie!” she calls out.
locking the door, you flop onto your nest and check your phone to read katsuki’s text. “you’re so embarrassing!”
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>gn pretty girl
you pout. as much as you actually wanted to fuck, you’re still too nervous and your omega won’t stop yelling at you for just letting him finger you in the car. you even wore cute lingerie for it.
me
<<gn
<<🧡
huffing you toss your phone aside and get ready for a shower and bed.
just before you go to bed, you put on your favourite pink negligee, attempt what you think is a sexy pose, take a photo for katsuki, before tucking your braids in your bonnet.
katsuki changes out of his dinner clothes and sits down on his bed. ‘today was a good day,” he thinks, subtly releasing happy pheromones. his phone buzzes beside him and his alpha perks up as your name pops up with an image attached.
tiny
>>{1 image attached}
his breath hitches at the image of you in sheer pink lingerie from the neck down. your boobs pushed up by the material and a hint of dark brown areola peeking out.
‘holy shit, she’s fuckin stunning.’
katsuki adjusts the lighting of his room before removing any extra things in the background and leaning against his headboard, taking a picture of his sculpted upper torso.
me
>>so fucking beautiful
you’re stunning pretty girl
>>{1 image attached}
tiny
>>thank you alpha 🧡
me
<<you really like pink
tiny
>>it’s my fave
>>comfy pink stuff💓💗💖💘
katsuki feels his alpha jump for joy as you text him.
me
<<good to know
<<next time i’ll make something pink for you
tiny
>>💖
>>a pink cake would be so cute🎂🥺
me
<<that’ll be your next lesson
tiny
>>🤩😍
>>thank youuu
he sends the picture, waiting for a reaction.
you sit up in bed when you see the ‘{image attached}’. “ohmygod?”
you hesitantly open it and get greeted with a close up of his torso. ‘jesus christ he’s buff,’ you think as you keep staring at the photo.
me
<<you’re so buff alpha
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>thank you pretty girl
your omega practically drools at the thought of katsuki’s chest. ‘alpha’s big and strong! he’s perfect!’ i gotta get in shape…’
you pout and look at the picture you sent him, suddenly self aware of all the folds and rolls squishing up.
me
<<katsuki can i ask you sumn?
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>ofc
me
<<my heat is next month
<<on the fifth
<<do you maybe wanna help me?
katsuki’s eyes widened as he reread the text. ‘she’s asking me to be her heat partner! yes!’ ‘you better say yes. she came to us’
not so scary alpha katsuki
>>yes
>>i’ll bring clothes
>>you better have food
you squeal excitedly and quickly text him back.
me
<<thank you!!!!
<<i will
<<cant wait!!
your excitement dies down when insecurity fears its ugly head again. you’re gonna have to get in shape before then.
you open another text thread.
me
<<hiii
<<you guys still awake?
camie(*'ω'*)
>>yup
>>what’s up club bestie
mina🌺
>>everything alright
>>you’ve been holed up in there since your d8
camie(*'ω'*)
>>date???（⊙ｏ⊙）
>>👀👀👀
>>you cheating on katsuki?!😱😱
me
<<we’re not even official
<<we went out 2nite
<<fashion show and dinner
camie(*'ω'*) is calling…
you answer the group facetime and camie’s screaming cuts through the speakers.
“ow. hi camie,” you groan and lay back on your cat squishmallow.
“spilllll i must know all the details!” camie’s face bounces on the screen while sporting a grey face mask.
“okay okay,” you giggle as mina leans in despite being in the other room. “so i met his parents. his sire is soooo intense!”
“ohmygod she iiisss. i love her though. she was so iconic in the nineties. faaaveee.” camie makes a heart with her hands.
“his dam’s so sweet.” you kick your feet. “he definitely gets his attitude from his sire. they look identical too, it’s insane.”
“what’s her name?” mina asks.
“mitsuki bakugou.”
mina clicks on her laptop and pulls up mitsukis old modelling pictures.“wow, they look like twins.”
“anything else?” camie asks and props her phone up on her sink counter to start washing her face.
“i got hit on by one of the models.”
“you can’t just drop a bomb like that on us!” camie sputters, her face damp.
“did you catch the guy’s name? was he nice? do i need to go hide a body?” mina asks worriedly.
you minimise the call and open instagram, typing as you say, “i think shindo yo? i just remember that he looks like a brunette version of deku.”
his instagram page pops up. “ooh, he’s cute. is it weird if i like his picture? this one.” you share the picture of him in a suit to the group.
“i thought you liked katsuki?” camie teases.
“i do! but we’re not official so i can still look…”
“he looks like an asshole,” mina laughs and zooms in on the picture.
“katsuki doesn’t like him. he seemed nice but the way he flirted was a little creepy…” you mumble. “my omega liked it though.”
“very conflicting. if you had a choice to choose between them, who would you pick?
camie giggles and waits for your response.
you roll onto your belly, squishing the cat. “oof. katsuki for sure. he’s so hot. ugh, i have to hit the gym to keep up with him.”
“what, no you don’t. alphas are supposed to be big. omegas are small and squishy, and you’re perfect the way you are.”
“hmph. i dunno.” you go to katsuki's instagram page. “he’s always around model-type girls.”
“those girls only want him for status, trust me,” camie assures you. “he likes you because you’re cute and nice.”
“and smart,” mina adds. “with a great body.”
“guys stooop,” you whine, covering your face with your free arm.
camie finishes up and exits the bathroom. “but if you wanna hit the gym, we’re not gonna stop you girl.”
“thanks, you guys, but i have to spill more tea.” you kick your feet eagerly.
“ooh. fill my cup bestie,” mina grins.
“so i asked him to spend my next heat with me…”
“shut up! no you didn’t!” camie gasps.
“i did!”
all of you squeal eagerly.
“camie, what are you screaming about?” a male voice asks off camera.
“i’m chatting with the girls, inasa!” camie explains.
your door opens and mina rushes in still squealing.
“what did he say?!” mina grins flopping beside you on the bed.
“he said yes!”
she flops onto your nest, hugging you. “oh my god, i’m so proud of you! my bestie’s growin’ up so fast!”
“minaaa,” you whine as she nuzzles her cheek into yours.
“no, you’re getting loved on. accept it,” she giggles. “beta love is the best kind.”
“ummm no girl, omega love is top tier,” camie argues. “now you have to go to the gym, girl?”
“really?”
“he’s gonna go into a rut and you need to work on your stamina for that? have you ever been with an alpha?”
“no.”
she clicks her tongue and shakes her head sadly. “r.i.p that pussy.”
“what?!” you panic. “is he gonna hurt me?!”
“not intentionally,” camie shrugs as mina hums in agreement. “it’s hot though.”
“it is. eijirou always bites me and it does hurt but it’s natural.”
you hum. “that’s scary…”
“the first time inasa claimed me, yeah it was scary but when you’re in heat you don’t really feel the pain of the bite until it’s done and by then it heals up.”
“claim?!” you gasp and rub your neck. “it’s way too early for that. but biting does sound hot…okay, i’ll work on my stamina.”
“we could hit my gym on your day off,” camie offers. “i can get you in for free.”
“you’ll do great!”
*
you stand outside of the lavish looking gym wearing a pink sweatsuit, braids tied up away from your face as you wait. mina loudly slurps her milkshake.
“mina, stop it,” you scold.
“it’s good, don’t judge me,” she whines.
you roll your eyes and keep an eye out for camie. “camie said she’d be here, waiting for us.”
“maybe she got distracted?”
“she texted that she’s down the street.” you look down the sidewalk.
“alright, let’s just wait out here.”
a black porsche pulls up onto the curb a little ways from where you’re both standing. camie steps out in grey matching leggings and a tank top. “hey girlies!”
“hi,” you smile. “you look nice.”
“so do you girls! thanks for driving me here, babe, i’ll see you later, okay?”
camie leans into the car and giggles softly before coming out smelling like cinnamon and coffee.
“i love you too. hi ladies!” an alpha with a buzzcut grins from inside the car.
“hi.” you wave.
“yo,” mina nods.
“lemme know when you're ready,” he waves, pulling out of the curb once camie steps back.
“we’re gonna have so much fun,” she squeals. “i have some workouts to build up your stamina and they totally work.”
“if you say so,” you mumble nervously.
camie leads you both inside the gym. luckily there’s only two other people so you don’t feel as anxious. she flashes her membership card to the receptionist and tells them you and mina are with her.
“woah, this place is fancy,” mina whistles.
you nod and follow camie to the workout room.
“okay girl, first thing you gotta do is squats. you’ve already got junk in the trunk but it helps soooo much with your stamina.” she gently swats your butt. “this outfit is so cute.”
“thank you,” you smile. you watch camie do a couple before trying. “like this?”
“good, but you need to keep your arms straight. yeah, like that. do twenty more of that.”
“you’re doing good bestie,” mina grins. “i’m gonna go run on the treadmill. holler if you need me.”
“we will,” you nod before sitting on the ground after five.
“girl you barely got halfway,” camie sighs.
“i don't go to the gym like you do. i get my steps in by working,” you sigh.
“let's try the exercise bike. work those leg muscles then we can try this again.”
“alright.”
you spend half of the day doing stamina exercises and cardio, nearly passing out near the end.
“you okay?”
“no,” you wheeze. “i hate it here.”
“but we’re almost done. just one more squat rep and we’re done.”
you groan loudly and roll onto your belly. “i’m gonna die.”
camie nudges you with her sneaker. “come on. this is for your hot sexy alpha.”
you swoon. “hot sexy alpha…” you mumble and stand back up. “okay, i can do this.”
camie chuckles and pats your shoulder and watches you squat. a devious thought crosses her mind. “let’s go get mina and take a selfie before we leave.”
“can we get food too?”
“there’s this place with great salad.”
you scrunch up your nose. “salad?”
“it’s healthy.”
“being healthy sucks.”
she pats your back. “you’ll thank me later. finish up.”
“fine salad it is…” you squat a few more times before groaning when you get up. “done.”
after a lemon water break, camie pulls you and mina in front of one of the large mirrors by the weights, holding up her phone. “okay, say ‘cheese’.”
camie takes the pic and sends it to you both before helping you get your things.
you forward the photo to katsuki and smile to yourself as you leave the gym.
tiny
>>{1 image attached}
>>gym day w/ the girls
katsuki feels his phone vibrate as he chastises one of the bartenders. he sits down on one of the couches and checks his messages. ‘tiny, what are you up to?’
me
<<why you at the gym???
tiny
>>wat else do you do at the gym???
me
<< >:(
<<don’t be snarky
tiny
>>camie invited me
“ugh, camie,” he growls quietly.
me
<<ok
<<you look cute or whatever
tiny
>>or whatever? 🥺
katsuki practically saw the pout on your face. ‘goddammit.’
me
<<don’t look at me like that
<<i can feel those puppy dog eyes staring at me through the screen
tiny
>>😊
>>gonna go eat ttyl 👋🏾
me
<<alright
<<be safe
katsuki smirks softly at his phone and puts it back in his pocket.
“aww, bakubro has a crush,” eijirou hums over katsuki’s shoulder.
“what the fuck shitty hair?!” katsuki growls.
“crush?” denki asks curiously as he walks out of the storage room. “kaachan has feelings?”
“quit calling me that!” katsuki growls.
“no. who's the lucky person?”
“that girl mina brought two weeks ago. birthday girl with the front tie and bell-bottoms.”
denki taps his chin. “okay, two questions. who is mina? and who is the girl?”
eijirou taps his phone a few times and opens mina’s instagram page, scrolling until he finds a picture of both of you mina took before you went to komori. “that’s mina and that’s her friend.”
“oh, they're cute. is mina single?”
eijirou frowns a little. “she’s my girlfriend.”
“is your girlfriend single?”
“moving on. that’s bakubro’s new girlfriend who’s not a girlfriend because he’s too nervous to ask.”
“if kacchan doesn't ask her out can i? she’s cute.”
katsuki’s scent shifts to a bitter burnt caramel, alarming denki a little.
“okay, chill, i’m kidding,” denki chuckles. “but why haven’t you asked her?”
“what if she says no?”
“didn’t she call you during her heat?” eijirou asks.
“yeah but that’s different.”
denki pats his head. “look if you want her, just ask. the worst is she says no.”
katsuki huffs. “okay. get back to work, idiots.”
*
a knock at your door pulls you away from the fridge. “coming!” you call out and waddle in pain over from the kitchen, opening your door. “hi katsuki! come in.”
katsuki walks in with a couple of bags, smooching your cheek. “hi tiny.”
you rub your cheek on his chest, covering him in happy pheromones. “you got the ingredients!”
“yup,” he chuckles. “even bought something else.” katsuki holds up a white bag. “this is for you.”
you gasp and take the bag, moving the tissue paper around as your omega jumps for joy. ‘alpha bought us a present!’
inside the white gift bag is a pink and purple pegasus squishmallow. “oh my god, it's so cute!” you squeal, taking it out and hugging it. “and fluffy! i love it i love it i love it! thank you!”
“you’re welcome,” he chuckles.
you pull him in for a hug and look down at the plush in your hands. “hey, can you scent it for me? just so your smell is always in my nest.”
“what about the shirt you stole?” he inquires.
you hug the plushie tighter. “i had to wash it and now the scent is gone…”
“do you want me to scent that again?”
“please?”
katsuki chuckles and places the bag on your counter. “empty the bag and i’ll go scent the stuff. where is it?”
“it’s in my room on my pillow.” you give him the plushie.
“you’re letting me in?”
you nod and point him in the direction of your room. “its next to the cow squishmallow.”
katsuki chuckles and goes into your room. “you really like pink, pretty girl,” he chuckles to himself before grabbing the shirt and rubbing it along his wrists and neck. he places the plushie beside the cow and scents them both for good measure before going back to the living room. “alright, i’m done with the shirt.”
you waddle over from the kitchen with a strawberry in hand. “where'd you get these strawberries?—god my back.” you moan and crack your back.
katsuki notices the slight limp in your step and feels a little weird. “are you okay?”
you hum in question and eat the strawberry.
“why’re you walking like that?”
“cause camie had me doing squats all week. i could barely move around at work,” you complain. “i’m not cut out for the fitness lifestyle.”
katsuki, and his alpha, relax. “better be careful, tiny.”
“i’ll be careful. so what do we do first?”
“wash your hands and then we’ll start on the wet ingredients. but before that,” he pauses, walking over and wiping off some strawberry juice that's spilled from your mouth. “this.”
katsuki cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours, humming from the sweet taste of you mixed with strawberry. he pulls away and smiles down at you. “always so sweet, pretty girl.”
you stare up at him as your face warms. “katsuki,” you whine as you cover your cheeks.
“yes?”
“you can’t just do that!”
“why not? you’re cute when you’re all flustered,” he chuckles as you whine even more.
“you’re so annoying,” you pout.
“i’m annoying but you let me in your nest?”
you chuff and smack his chest. “let’s just make the cake.”
the pink strawberry shortcake is easy to make, even if you added a little too much flour. katsuki supervises you the whole time, annoyingly pointing out every single mistake.
“it’s just a cake,” you sigh as you mix in the eggs.
“it has to be perfect,” he retorts.
“no it doesn’t.”
“if it’s for you, yes it does.”
“katsuki…”
“i mean it. now, don’t forget the food coloring.”
after the cake is cooled and iced, you step back and admire your work. “wow, i made a cake!”
katsuki nods. “yes you did. next time you can make one on your own.”
“it’s so cute. i can’t wait to try it.” you take a picture of it and send it to mina then get a knife to cut a slice.
you take a slice for yourself and grin at the whipped cream and strawberry topping. “mm, so yummy.”
katsuki feels the tips of his ears burn as he listens to your praises. “of course it's good. we made it.”
you smile and let out a happy purr before tugging katsuki along to sit on the couch. “we can eat more later. right now i wanna cuddle with two of my favourite things.”
“squishmallows and a soft blanket?” katsuki chuckles before stiffening when you nuzzle your body under his arm.”
“close. you and a soft blanket.”
katsuki chuckles softly and strokes your waist. “hey pretty girl?”
you look up at him with curiosity. “hmm?”
“i wanted to ask you something.”
“you okay?”
he presses his lips together, nerves getting the better of him. “what do you like to eat during your heat?”
you snuggle closer to him. “anything you make is good. i really like hot cocoa and marshmallows though.”
he rubs your thigh slowly. “good to know.”
you hum softly and kiss his jaw. “how about you? what do you like during your rut?”
“regular stuff. i like to fuck.”
you hide your face in his bicep. “you’re so crass. how can you just say stuff like that?”
katsuki chuckles and looks down at you. “you just do. you were like that during your other heat.”
“oh my gosh,” you whine.
”it’s true,” he laughs. “you were all hot and needy.”
“no more talking!” you huff in embarrassment. “if you’re gonna make fun of me, i’ll kick you out.”
“no you won’t.”
you pout and lay back on his chest, purring gently at the closeness and his happy scent.
katsuki lets out a soft rumble, soothing you and your omega as you watch your series.
“ooh, we should watch ‘is it cake’!” you exclaim.
“whats that?”
“it's this show where bakers have to make extremely realistic cakes and the judges have to guess if it's real or not!”
“sounds weird.”
“it’s not. you probably can’t guess which ones are cakes, that’s why.”
“is that a challenge?!” he growls playfully. “i’ll figure out which ones are fake and get them all right!”
katsuki got three right while you guessed almost every one. “better luck next time, alpha.”
“we’re watching something else,” he grumbles and goes back to the netflix home screen.
you giggle at his pout and boop his nose.
*
katsuki shows up the first day of preheat just after mina leaves for the week, opting to spend the week with eijirou now that you have katsuki to take care of you.
you wander towards your door in nothing but katsuki’s shirt and underwear as you hear someone knock. peeking through the peephole, your omega howls happily when you see katsuki.
“katsuki!” you chirp, letting him inside.
“hey tiny. how’re you?”
“hot but happy that you’re here.”
you hold on to him as he places a large bag of food in your kitchen before dragging him towards your nest. you straddle him and rub your cheeks on his neck, drenching him in your scent.
your sweet heat scent hits him hard, even stronger than what he imagined it would be.
“i’m so happy to see you,” you grin down at him.
“yeah, i can tell. you smell really sweet right now,” he groans. “smells like you bathed in vanilla.”
you let out a happy purr and rest your head under his, shuddering from his smoky scent. ‘alpha…’
katsuki places his hand on your lower back, the weight comforting.
“are you sure about this?” he asks quietly.
“mhm. i’ve been getting ready for weeks,” you tell him.
“you seem eager.”
you sit up and nod.“i’ve been working out to build up my stamina for you. it was annoying but no going back now.”
“that’s why you’ve been going to the gym?”
you nod shyly.
“you didn't have to do that for me, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your face. “you’re perfect like this. small and soft.” he presses your cheeks with his palms on the last word.
“i just did it for stamina,” you get out through squished lips. “i’ve never been with an alpha and camie said i need it.”
“camie was right,” katsuki replies. in an instant, you’re on your back as katsuki has effortlessly turned you both over. “you definitely will.”
you look up at him and swoon. “prove it.
happy chirps and purrs leave your lips when he starts kissing your neck, rubbing his rough tongue on the gland. katsuki growls quietly at the taste of your preheat, his own aroused scent bleeding and saturating the air.
you reek of arousal and slick, your hands tugging his shirt off and exposing his hot skin. you whine against his touch and slip your hands off of his shirt.
“taste so good, pretty girl,” katsuki groans as he starts making a hickey on your neck. “fuck, your scent drives me crazy.”
you moan at the praise as he slips his hand under your shirt, palming your tits. he lifts the shirt, taking a moment to admire the view, then tosses it aside.
he uses one hand to tweak your nipples while he massages the other, giving your nipple the occasional nip.
“alpha,” you whine, grabbing his hand and moving it down towards your crotch.
“so needy, pretty girl,” he teases and drags your panties down your legs. “god, you're soaked.”
katsuki kisses his way down before stopping when you squeeze your thighs together. you cover your face with your hands.
“what’s wrong?”
“i’m just nervous,” you mutter and take a deep breath. “okay, i’m fine.”
he kisses your thighs a few times, rumbling when you open them a little more. enough for him to put them over his shoulder. “good girl,” he whispers, kissing his way towards your cunt. he licks his thumb and slowly rubs your clit, placing a hand on your stomach to stop you from squirming too much.
katsuki licks your folds and shivers from the heavenly taste of your slick. he slowly licks your clit, feeling your thighs tense up by his head. his eyes meet yours over your stomach as he slowly pushes his middle finger into you, pushing some of your juices out and down his palm.
you gasp at the feeling and start to rock your hips. “can’t believe you’re all fuckin’ mine. you’re so wet down here, beautiful.” a huskiness takes over the rasp in his voice, tracing his words into your sex causing your hips to instinctively buck up into his face— riding his tongue to your heart's content.
katsuki licks your clit until your slick is dripping down the seam of your ass into your nest, darkening the pink fabric of your sheets.
“fuck, katsuki,” you whimper, grinding against his tongue and finger while gripping his hair. “alpha, please don’t stop!”
your leg trembles next to his head, katsuki recognising it means you’re about to cum. he sucks your clit again, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. you gasp loudly and tug his hair as your back arches out of your nest. “fuck, alpha, yes!”
katsuki doesn’t pull away until you pull at his scalp. “you taste so damn sweet, pretty girl. can’t get enough of you,” he groans, licking his finger and hand. the action makes your cheeks burn despite what just happened.
he climbs over you, his scent aroused and heavy with caramel. he rumbles loudly and licks your neck again, tasting your concentrated scent.
“alpha,” you whine.
katsuki pulls away and looks at your face. “yes, pretty girl?”
“fuck me.”
“are you sure?”
you nod. “please? i want you.”
his scent flares again at your words. “whatever you want, pretty girl.”
you squirm impatiently as you wait for him to pull his joggers and boxers off. your omega preens at the sight of his dick. better than you imagined after seeing it on camera.
“y’like what you see, pretty girl?” he chuckles as you nod eagerly.
katsuki lines himself up, tapping your clit with the leaking tip. he slowly pushes in, and watches your face for any discomfort. your head turns and sinks into the pillow, neck exposed instinctively.
“shit you’re tight, pretty girl. you okay?”
you keen loudly in response, gripping the sheets tighter. without your patches katsuki can smell the unfiltered pheromones of your heat heavy in the air.
he lifts one of your legs and grips your thigh as he starts to move. his alpha howls internally while katsuki tries his best to stay in control.
“more, alpha,” you moan and grasp his shoulders, pulling him down to nose at his scent gland. “harder.”
katsuki growls lowly and thrusts harder as he feels you nip his scent gland. he rubs at your clit while thrusting and takes pride in the pornographic moans you let out near his ear.
“want it inside, need you inside! f-fuck yes!” you garble, katsuki’s dick driving you up the wall insane.
“you want me to cum inside, pretty girl?” he groans, thrusting faster. “you want me to make a mess in those pretty walls of yours?”
you nod emphatically, blinking tearily up at him. “knot?”
“not today, pretty girl,” he sighs, wiping your tears before kissing you.
“mate?” you murmur against his lips.
“someday.”
you whine softly into the kiss and gasp when the combination of his thrusts and him rubbing your clit starts to send you over the edge. you cum with a choked off shout, wrapping your thigh around katsuki’s waist to pull him deeper. “knot!”
katsuki manages to pry your leg off and pull out, spreading your legs open to watch your hole drool and spasm around nothing. you howl miserably, reaching out for him. katsuki’s nose wrinkles at the hint of distressed omega and lets you hold him in a tight hug, rumbling and kissing your cheeks to soothe you until your scent sweetens up again.
“feeling better?”
you nod and hold him tighter, purring into his neck.
“you wanna cuddle for a bit or do you wanna take a nap?”
you look up at him. “alpha didn’t finish?”
“i’m fine, pretty girl, don’t worry,” he coos.
you pout but lay back down on the blanket, shutting your eyes.
katsuki kisses your forehead and climbs out of bed to get a washrag from the bathroom to clean you up. the whole time you’re purring happily, watching him through heavy eyes.
“pretty,” you slur when he kisses your nose. “you’re very pretty, katsuki.”
“if i’m pretty then you’re stunning, tiny,” he chuckles, tossing the rag into the laundry basket in the corner of your room. “sleep well. i’ll be here when you wake up.”
your eyes start to close as you rest against katsuki’s chest. “night alpha.”
katsuki kisses your hairline before carefully climbing out of your bed and picking up his boxers. he pads out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and wrapping his fist around his dick. he groans to himself as he thinks back to you asleep in your nest, blissed out from him fucking you. he jerks himself off to the thought of you beneath him and cums into a wadded up tissue with a gasp before cleaning himself up. ‘shit.’
you’re still asleep by the time he returns in his boxers, snoring quietly in your nest. happy omega pheromones and the lingering smell of sex wafting through the air.
katsuki climbs into your nest beside you and rests his head on top of yours. he lets out a soft rumble before falling asleep, planning to wake up later and make something to eat.
the first two days you’re easy to keep happy. katsuki buries his face, and his dick, in you everytime you ask. you snuggle in the nest, only leaving to use the bathroom or eat but then it’s right back to cuddling. although the last couple of hours, katsuki seems to be a little more clingy, always right behind you unless you’re in the bathroom, then he waited outside.
you and your omega don’t mind it. you like it actually. you sit in your nest nibbling on your snacks while he cuddles you.
on the third day however, you wake up hot and bothered. squirming in bed and pushing your fingers into your sopping pussy. katsuki hears your wails from the kitchen, turning off the stove and setting the pan of eggs aside to rush to the bedroom.
“pretty girl are you—holy shit…” he growls, taking in your saturated scent and closing the door behind him. “you smell good enough to eat.”
you whine and pull out your fingers, irritated because it doesn’t help. “alpha, it hurts.”
katsuki feels his alpha take control as he walks over to you, shedding his sweatpants. “don’t worry, omega. i’ll make you feel better,” he growls lowly.
you lay on your stomach and raise your hips up, presenting to him. you reach under you and rub your fingers along your slit, spreading your lips with your fingers. “alpha. breed me, please.”
“i’d love to pretty girl,” katsuki groans, climbing into your nest and rubbing your clit a couple of times before pushing in. his eyes darken as he looks at your swollen scent gland. he leans forward and licks it fervently, occasionally nipping it and basking in the scent. ‘fuck, she’s mine. mate, mate, mate.’
you cry out, fingers gripping the sheets. katsuki’s smokey caramel scent bleeds into the air, the undertone of rut present. “oh fuck! you smell so good, katsuki.”
“so do you, pretty girl. god, your scent drives me crazy,” he growls, thrusting faster. katsuki places a hand on the back of your neck and grins when he sees your nails practically rip the sheets. “good girl. good fuckin’ girl.”
his blunt nails dig into the globe of your ass, holding you in place so he can listen to the lewd, squelch of your cunt as he slips in and out of you.
it’s so different, better, than a beta’s dick. having just the right amount of thickness and length to fill and satisfy you.
long strands of your slick cling to his cock, dripping down his shaft and balls with every withdrawal.
“‘suki—!” your cry is hoarse and needy as you claw at your sheets, drooling and crying into them. hips drawing back and forth clumsily to meet his loud, wet thrusts.
katsuki grips your ass as his head hangs over your shoulder. he feels his incisors grow as he lets out a growl and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, just far enough from your scent gland.
you moan loudly, hissing at the pain. you rock your hips back and feel your eyes roll back as the knot in your stomach tightens.
“fuck, alpha, i’m gonna cum.”
katsuki rumbles in approval and pulls his teeth out, the tips of his fangs tinted red. “cum for me, my pretty little omega,” he grunts, rubbing your clit faster.
you sob and reach back to hold his arm, digging your nails into the inner skin. katsuki’s knot swells up, catching on your sore rim with every withdrawal. when it finally presses in, flushing his hips flat on your ass, you cum, kicking your feet and mewling loudly. katsuki groans low in his throat at the feeling of your insides squeezing his dick and knot. his abs tighten and flex, snarling when his balls pump hot cum into you. your omega purrs happily at the feeling of getting filled by a real alpha knot, your scent spiking with content.
katsuki grunts softly and rests his head near the bite mark he left on you, panting while kissing it.
you tilt your neck and let out a happy purr as he softly praises you.
your cunt flutters at his words, drooling more slick around his knot and down your thighs. katsuki rolls his hips forward, nudging his dick and knot deeper. you smile into your sheets, knowing you’re far from done. for the next two days both of you barely leave the nest, sucking and fucking at all times of the day and night. katsuki leaves numerous bite marks on your shoulders, tummy and thighs, purposefully ignoring your scent gland.
by the end of your heat, and his triggered rut, you’re spent. too tired and drained to move.
you get a complaint from one of your neighbours but katsuki’s growls and protective scent scares them off.
“i might have to take a few extra days off,” you mutter and roll over in bed. “my neck hurts…”
“sorry,” he chuckles and pulls on his boxers. “what do you wanna eat?”
you sigh blissfully and look at his own bite marks and hickeys. “hot cocoa and marshmallows.”
“that’s not breakfast.”
“hot cocoa with marshmallows and pancakes?”
“you want any toppings?”
“chocolate chips.”
“you don't need all that sugar,” he snickers.
“please?” you whine, looking up at him.
“stop using those puppy dog eyes on me. fine.”
“yay,” you chirp as he kisses your forehead.
mina comes back the following monday and immediately covers her nose at the smell of both yours and katsuki’s cycles. “well, at least i'm not the only one who had fun,” she snickers, dragging her suitcase inside.
your bedroom door opens and a head of cropped blond hair peeks out to inspect who’s ‘invading’ the space.
“hi katsuki.”
“pinky,” he acknowledges and goes back inside, shutting the door.
“mina’s back?” you yawn, sitting up from the bed and stretching.
“yeah. i’m gonna go get some water. i’ll be back.”
you nod and let out a happy purr as he kisses your nose and lips. ‘my alpha.’
your back barely touches the bed when mina barges in, pushing katsuki out of the doorway. “it reeks in this whole apartment.”
“mina!” you cheer tiredly and open your arms for hugs. “i missed you!”
katsuki growls at mina as she rushes you and squeezes you tightly while scenting you. ‘now i have to re-scent her.’
“i missed you too!”
katsuki rolls his eyes and watches the two of you chat before he gets his water.
once katsuki leaves the room, mina asks you to spill the tea. “how was it? is he big? did he claim you? oh my god that's a lot of bite marks.”
“amazing, yes, no, and you should see the ones i left on him.” you swoon dreamily. “it was great. i don’t think i’ve ever had a heat this good.”
“since it went so well, you should ask him to spend all your heats with you,” mina grins.
you pick up your new pegasus squishmallow and squeal into it. “noooo, i’m shy.”
“he brought you gifts and he was here for this heat and your last one. he really likes you and an alpha wouldn't do this unless he wanted you to be their girlfriend.”
“you think so?”
mina nods eagerly and gives you one more hug. “it never hurts to just ask, bestie.”
katsuki knocks on the door. “breakfast is ready.”
“ooh yum,” mina smiles.
“not for you, pinky.”
“boo.”
after breakfast, you ask the dreaded question, your stomach in knots.
“can i ask you something?” you say to katsuki as he puts down a mug of hot cocoa in front of you.
“yes there’s marshmallows inside.”
you look down and see the pink and white gooey treats floating in the brown liquid. “yum, but that’s not it.”
he sits across from you, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward to listen.
“would you want to spend the rest of my heats with me? you're an amazing alpha and this one was better than any other heat i’ve had and i’d really love to do this again…and spend time together maybe outside of my heats too...”you mumble shyly.
“i’d love to, pretty girl, just on one condition.”
“yeah?”
“will you be my girlfriend?”
you freeze up, staring at his face. your mouth dropped for a quiet, “ah.”
“y/n?” katsuki questions. “are you okay?”
mina stands behind you, excited grin on her face. “she accepts.”
“y/n, you okay?” katsuki chuckles, softly waving his hand in your face. he walks around the counter, cups your cheek, and looks down at you, snapping you out of your trance. “there she is. welcome back, pretty girl.”
you purr softly and melt a little in his hold. “i’d love to,” you smile, pulling him in for a hug and scenting him.
katsuki smiles and kisses your forehead, hugging you back.
“aww,” mina coos. “i told you it’ll be fine.”
“mina, go away,” you huff in embarrassment.
“i'm just happy for you, bestie,” she giggles.
the next few months with katsuki have been the best relationship you’ve had in a long time. you’ve never felt so loved and special.
“so you’re off tomorrow?” katsuki smiles at his phone as he sees you in your lab coat with a stethoscope around your neck.
you put a file down on the desk. “yup. why, you got something planned?”
“i was hoping you could come to the new club. it's opening night tonight and i’d love to have my pretty girl by my side.”
“aww,” you swoon. “that’s so sweet. i’d love to. just send me the address and i’ll be there. now i just have to find something to wear,” you think wistfully.
“you look good in anything and nothing,” he chuckles.
“katsuki!” you gasp.
“it’s true. you’ll look good in anything. i’ll see you tonight, okay?”
“okay.”
“talk to you later, y/n.”
“bye alpha,” you giggle. before you hang up, a nurse peeks her head in.
“l/n, you have one more patient.”
you put your phone aside so katsuki can see your face. “bring them in.”
she walks in holding a baby sniffling quietly.
“a baby!” you coo, your scent turning sweeter. “aw look at the baby!”
katsuki silently watches as you hold the baby, fawning over it and smiling when they hold onto one of your fingers.
“let’s get you checked out, cutie,” you smile at the little boy. “i’ll call you later katsuki.”
he waves and hangs up.
you sit the baby on the little bed, looking up when his mother comes in. “hello, ma’am. what seems to be wrong with this little cutie,” you smile, booping his nose.
*
you step out of the bathroom and show off your outfit. “okay, how’s this one?”
camie cringes at the black sequin shirt. “no.”
“what? but i like this one,” you pout.
“bestie, this is opening night of your boyfriend’s new club! you gotta look stunning if you're gonna be by his side for the majority of the night!”
“camie’s right,” mina says while looking through your closet. “ooh, what about this?!” she gasps, pulling a two piece pink outfit.
“ohemgee, yesss, wear this!” camie squeals as mina hands it to you. “also, burn that black shirt.”
“but i like this…”
she shakes her head. “no.”
you scoff and go back into the bathroom to change, fixing your braids and makeup before stepping out. “okay, i like this one better.”
you adjust the skirt a little and do a little spin.
“so?”
“my bestie looks so cute! katsuki won’t be able to take his eyes off of you tonight,” mina giggles.
“you think so? is my stomach showing too much?” you touch the soft pudge peeking over the waistband.
“if you can still walk by tomorrow, katsuki missed his chance,” camie snickers.
camie leads you and mina out of your apartment into the waiting uber, taking a million pictures.
you nervously play with your faux locs, hoping katsuki likes your outfit. it’s not as glamorous as the girls he’s used to but you feel pretty in it so that’s all that matters.
there’s already a line of people when the uber pulls up, muffled music blasting inside.
“ugh, a line?” camie scoffs. “no fucking way.”
“hold on, katsuki gave me a code to show the bouncer.” you rummage through your phone and open the texts for the qr code. nervously you walk up to the scary, beefy bouncer. “um, hi. i’m with bakugou.”
he squints at you.
“i have a code i’m supposed to show you?” you hold up the phone. the bouncer takes out a small scanning device and holds it to your phone until the light turns green.
“enjoy,” he rasps and steps aside to let you and the girls through the door.
“oooh, vip,” camie giggles. “can we get some of those?”
“i’ll ask,” you laugh and smooth down your neck patch. “he said to go upstairs to the vip section and he’ll be there.”
“perks of a club owning boyfie,” mina giggles.you walk up the glass steps with the girls, passing by a few empty booths. katsuki is standing by the railing talking to some employees, looking frustrated as ever.
you wave at mina and camie as they meet with their boyfriends, walking up to katsuki and gently touching his arm.
you look up at him when he jerks away and lets out a low growl before stopping when he picks up your underlying scent.
“pretty girl?”
“hi, alpha,” you chirp and let him kiss your cheek. “ew, suki, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.”
“you don’t need it. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” he holds your hand up and slowly spins you around.
“thank you~” you smile shyly.
katsuki brushes the employees off and focuses on you, touching one of your scent patches. “do you have to wear these?”
“by law, suki, i have to.”
“fuck the law.”
“katsuki!”
“just take them off, it’s fine up here. i won’t tell on you,” he teases.
you scratch your neck. “they are annoying…”
“you can put them back on when we're leaving.”
“okay,” you hum, slowly peeling off the scent patch and squealing when katsuki kisses your scent gland and rests his face on your neck.
‘mine.’
“get a room!” eijirou playfully shouts from the booth across from yours.
“you two were practically fucking when she went to komori the first time! shut up!” katsuki growls and pulls you into the booth to sit next to him.
“the club looks good,” you compliment. “i like the quieter booth idea.”
“it seemed like a good idea since i couldn't hear you last time.”
you hum softly and lean on him, purring softly.
“we should totally do shots!” camie cheers, hanging off inasa who chuckles and holds her waist.
mina giggles and waves the waitress over for a round of tequila shots and other drinks. katsuki orders a virgin mojito with mango syrup for you, refusing to drink since he was driving.
“aw, you remembered!” you hum, rubbing your cheek in his arm.
‘course i did. wouldn't forget a damn thing about you.’ “got a whole non-alcoholic section of the menu for you.”
“awww,” you swoon and put your hands on your chest. “that’s so sweet!”
katsuki kisses your cheek and rumbles softly. camie takes a few sneaky pictures of both of you, fawning over how cute you both are.
“hey, y/n, look at the drink menu.”
you look over and notice a drink with strawberry and lemonade called ‘the pretty girl’. “katsuki, what’s this?”
“it's one of the new drinks. most of the drink menu is the same from komori but this one’s new. named it after you,” katsuki says low enough for only you to hear.
his deep voice reverberates through you as he kisses your temple. he chuckles softly as you fan your eyes, trying not to cry.
“katsuki,” you whine. “that’s beautiful. stop being so charming before i cry and ruin my makeup.”
“sorry, pretty girl,” he chuckles.
you spend time with him and giggle when he rubs your side.
three more people make their way into the lounge and eijirou cheers at their arrival. “hey! you guys made it!”
you look up from your drink and gasp at a familiar head of green hair. “katsuki, that’s deku!” you repeatedly tap katsuki’s arm.
“i know.”
“what is he doing here?!”
“we grew up together. he got invited.”
“you know deku?!”
katsuki raises his brow. “yeah, why?”
“i’m kind of a fan,” you admit and glance at izuku. “oh god he’s looking at me!” you silently squeal.
“relax, pretty girl,” he chuckles.
izuku makes his way over with his signature smile. “hi kacchan. who’s this?”
you sit up straighter, scent turning excited. “hi deku. i’m y/n. i’m such a huge fan. i follow you on instagram and i love your work.”
“thank you!” he grins back, always happy to meet a fan. “nice to meet you, you can just call me izuku.” he holds his hand out for you to shake.
you shake it, internally screaming. katsuki chuffs and puts his arm on your waist. “she’s my omega, deku.”
“really? i'm glad you found someone that can handle you,” he chuckles.
“yeah, so back off,” he huffs.
“don't worry. besides, you know i’m with shoto.”
“uh huh.”
you giggle softly as katsuki rests his head on yours.
izuku gives you a gentle smile before walking over to a booth of his own, later joined by a man with red and white hair, split down the middle.
“holy shit, i just met deku!” you gasp to katsuki, smiling wide.
“he’s not that great,” katsuki grumbles.
“he’s so cool! but alpha’s better,” you hum, as katsuki grins softly.
“damn right i am.” he presses his lips against yours, hands on your thigh dipping under your skirt.
“suki!” you gasp into the kiss as he squeezes your inner thigh. “w-wait, i have to pee.”
“tch, fine. hurry back.”
you drop your purse in his lap and quickly exit the booth, descending the steps. you get bumped by a few people but finally make it to the bathroom, sighing at the scent free air. after checking your makeup in the mirror and washing your hand, you step out but bump into someone walking by.
“oops, i'm sorry,” you smile before looking up at them. “oh, it’s you.”
shindo looks down at who bumped into him before a cheshire grin crosses his face. “well, well, we meet again sweetheart.”
“i didn't expect to see you here. it’s been a while, nice to see you again. shindo, right?”
“yup. and you’re l/n. what’s up?”
“i’m just here to support katsuki,” you chime.
he hums, pushing his dark hair back. “yeah, i see the pictures on his page. cute.”
you smile again. “thank you.”
he takes a step forward towards you. odd.
“you smell really good,” he compliments.
“uh, thank you?” you mumble, walking around him. “well, it was nice seeing you.”
you stiffen when you feel shindo grasp your wrist. “where you going? we’re hanging out.”
the action makes the gland on his wrist rub against your skin, covering your hand in his sandalwood scent. your omega panics at the action of someone scenting you without permission.
“no, we’re not. let go of me,” you whimper, tugging at his wrist before rushing back towards the glass steps once you get free, holding your wrist to your chest.
you sit down in a daze, not realising you’ve sat next to eijirou instead of at yours and katsuki’s booth.
“hey, y/n. woah, are you okay? you smell terrified.”
“i…” you mumble and touch your wrist. “someone scented me without permission.”
“scented you?” eijirou repeats.
mina overhears and practically climbs over eijirou to get to you. “what?! who scented you?”
katsuki walks over when he sees you sitting with them. “hey, why—what happened?” he growls, noticing your distressed scent.
you look up at katsuki and reach for him, unshed tears pricking your lash line. “alpha,” you sniffle.
he sits next to you, cupping your face. “shh, it’s okay. what happened?”
you wordlessly hold up the wrist shindo scented to his face. katsuki looks at you before growling loudly when he smells your scent mixed with shindo’s.“that bastard!”
eijirou holds his nose when katsuki’s scent spikes. “dude, relax.”
izuku, more familiar with katsuki’s scents, puts his hand on the blond’s shoulder. “kacchan, calm down.”
“that bastard touched my omega. he fuckin’ scented her without her consent! he needs to fucking know not to touch what’s mine,” he growls.
camie tries to calm you down, rubbing her wrist on yours to drown out shindos sharp scent.
mina hugs you close as you whimper softly. katsuki grumbles to himself and storms out of the vip area.
“where’s he going?” you sniffle and wipe your eyes with a tissue.
“hopefully he doesn’t do anything stupid,” izuku sighs. “i should go after him.”
you watch izuku follow katsuki, taking off your loose lash. “ugh, i don’t have any glue…”
“just take off the other bestie. you still look cute,” camie smiles, letting out a soothing pheromone.
“thanks, you guys.”
“what happened, anyway?” mina asks.
“i was leaving the bathroom and i bumped into him and it was whatever, then he started complimenting me and i felt a little uncomfortable. i tried going back up the stairs and he grabbed my wrist and scented me,” you explain.
“he looked so nice in his pictures. who knew he was such an ass,” camie pouts. “boo.”
katsuki descends the stairs, his eyes darting through the crowd until he sees shindo sitting at the bar, nonchalantly drinking a whiskey with thyme. he marches his way through the crowd and tugs the brunet back by his collar, spinning shindo and swinging his fist across his face.
a few people gasp at the sight, pausing their dancing.
“woah, man, what’s your problem?” shindo asks, cupping his aching jaw.
“you know damn well what you did! how fuckin’ dare you scent my omega!” katsuki seethes.
“i have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“you’re a goddamn liar and a fucking piece of shit!”
shindo glares at katsuki, still cupping his jaw before swinging at katsuki, growling when he misses.
a crowd surrounds the two, causing a commotion while some people chant, ‘fight fight fight!’
you pull away from your friends to peek over the railing at the commotion, gasping when you see katsuki and shindo fighting. “can someone stop them before katsuki gets hurt? where’s deku?”
you let out a distressed whine, watching the brawl. izuku places a hand on katsuki’s shoulder, making katsuki stop swinging as shindo lays bruised and battered on the tiled floor.
he looks up at you then back at shindo and scowls. “you’re fuckin’ lucky you’re not dead,” he growls before walking off, making his way towards you.
you look up at him, subtly releasing calming pheromones underneath your scared scent.
“it’s okay now, pretty girl.”
you scan katsuki for any injuries and whimper when you see his bruised knuckles, the skin on his index finger a little scratched up. “you should get this cleaned up.”
camie soaks a tissue in one of her tequila shots and uses it to wipe katsuki’s scratch. he winces slightly and starts to growl.
“oh relax, ya big baby,” camie scoffs.
“you try putting pure alcohol onto your wounds then tell me how you feel,” he grumbles.
camie rolls her eyes. “you’re welcome.”
“alpha?” you call out, rubbing the back of his uninjured hand. “are you sure you’re okay? we can leave if you want.”
“i’m fine, pretty girl. nothing i can’t handle. let's just enjoy the rest of our night. you still haven’t tried your namesake.”
“but you’re hurt. and what if shindo tries to beat you up again?”
katsuki scoffs. “he’s been kicked out, don’t worry about it.”
“if you say so. i just want to make sure you’re okay. we can go home and i can treat your wound properly.”
katsuki smiles down at you and kisses your temple.
“we can play doctor another time,” he whispers in your ear, grinning to himself when you look down at your lap and feel your face start to burn.
“katsuki! you're so bold!”
“only for you, pretty girl.”
you let out a soft purr as he scoots closer to you. “you’re so annoying…”
“but you like me when i’m annoying,” he chuckles and stands back up. “i have to go talk to my employees. stay here and stay cute.”
“okay,” you chirp, watching him descend the stairs. while hanging out with the girls and katsuki’s friends, you bond with hanta and shoto, giggling at hanta’s jokes and explaining a couple to shoto.
a waitress comes up the stairs and places a drink in front of you. “one drink for you miss,” she smiles politely.
“oh, i didn’t order this,” you mumble.
“courtesy of the boss. it’s the pretty girl.”
“ooh,” you chirp happily and pick it up, waving the dry ice cloud away. “it looks so good, thank you.”
“wait!” camie squawks and holds up her phone, taking a quick picture of it. “totally mood board inspo.”
“it’s so pretty,” mina awes. “what’s it taste like?”
you take a quick sip and snack your lips together. “like a spicy strawberry. it’s pretty good.”
“ooh, can i get one?!” mina asks. “was her’s virgin?”
“yes. i can get the bartender to add vodka and tequila if you want,” the waitress says.
“i’ll have that.”
“me too!” camie giggles.
you happily sip your drink as shoto stares at it. “something on your mind?”
“how did you get katsuki to act so docile around you?” he mutters. “is the drink really that good?”
you nod and ask the lady to bring two more so you can get one for shoto. “docile?”
hanta leans over to talk to you. “no offense but he’s crazy. i don’t think i’ve ever seen him calm when he’s not asleep.”
“really? i mean he’s protective but that’s about it,” you hum. “he’s a good alpha though. he makes good food, brings me gifts, and he treats me like a princess,” you smile.
“what’d he get you?” camie asks, grinning when the waitress comes by with a small tray of pink drinks and a light pink one.
“he gave me this bracelet a few days ago,” you grin and show her the diamond cuban link bracelet on your wrist twinkling under the neon lights.
“wow, that looks like it cost a lot! he really cares about you.”
“came in a little red box and everything,” mina snorts.
you touch the jewellery. “i wouldn’t know. he refused to tell me how much it was. i love it though, i’m just too scared to wear it out cause what if i lose it?”
shoto gently holds your wrist and inspects the bracelet.“i don’t think it will. it looks custom made so it won’t slip off.”
you look at the chain and gasp. “really?”
he nods and gently tilts your wrist. “it looks like the chain i was gonna get midoriya. might be the same crafter.”
“aww,” you and the girls swoon.
izuku makes his way back up the stairs, with a glass of water in hand. “what did i miss?”
“nothing!”
“just talking about how y/n managed to tame the beast known as bakubro,” eijirou chuckles, placing his arm over mina’s shoulders.
“ooh yeah, he was really mad before he came up here. shindo’s out though and i think he’ll be out of a lot of places for a while.”
“good, that asshole deserves it for what he did. he’s lucky, katsuki didn’t call the cops on him after he got tossed out of komori the first time,” hanta adds.
“guy’s lucky i wasn’t on shift when i worked there,” eijirou scoffs.
you preen a little at the thought of the alpha defending your honour, hiding your smile in your drink.
“uh oh, someone’s flustered,” sero teases
“what? no i’m not!” you sputter.
“you’re stinking up the place,” mina comments.
your hand smacks your neck. “i should put my patches back on…”
mina hands you a set she keeps in her bag. “here. i kept these in my purse for you. also, your bag’s still in the other booth.”
“oh, i’ll go get it,” you nod and stand up to grab your bag, stopping when the music dies down and you hear feedback from a microphone. you look over the railing and see katsuki standing by the dj with a mic in hand. ‘what’s going on?’
katsuki gives a brief, grumbled speech mentioning the grand opening, picking up an orange drink. his eyes drift up to the railing, settling on your figure. you give him a small wave and smile.
he holds the glass up at you, but vaguely enough for people to think he’s just making a toast. “i’d like to raise a glass to the future success of the komori franchise. to komori!”
the crowd cheers and raises their glasses. once he takes a sip, he looks up at you and winks before descending the dj area as the music picks up again.
once katsuki makes his way back to the private area, his friends congratulate him. he scoffs lowly and rolls his eyes before walking over to you.
“you like the drink?” he comments when he sees your glasses on the table.
“it’s yummy,” you grin up at him, putting your arms around his neck. “thank you.”
a muscled arm circles your waist until you’re flush against katsuki’s bulky frame. his smokey scent flaring out. his hand squeezes your bottom and you frantically hold your skirt hem so he doesn’t pull it up.
“get it bestie!” mina cheers as eijirou and hanta woop playfully.
“oh god,” you mutter in embarrassment and hide your face in katsuki’s black shirt.
katsuki leads you back to your booth and sits you down next to him. “you smell different.”
“my scent was flaring up so i put the patches back on.”
he chuffs. “i liked it without the patches.”
“maybe later?”
“i’ll hold ya to that, tiny,” he smirks.
after a long night, you finally convince everyone to let you leave with katsuki.
“i’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell a tipsy mina leaning on eijirou.
“noooooo,” she whines. “got- gotta go with meh bestie. you…you are my bestie~”
“take care of her,” you giggle at eijirou and scoot out of the booth, holding katsuki’s hand.
“i will,” eijirou chuckles. “c’mon babe, let’s get you home.”
“don’t leave me eiji, i lub you,” she sniffles.
“i won’t. i’ll get you some water when you get home and we can cuddle.”
“cuddles? i like cuddles…”
“i know, mimi.”
outside, you breathe in the fresh autumn air. not realising how stuffy it was in the club. you whine and lean on katsuki, kicking your foot up to rub your heel. “my feet are killing me.”
“if you want, i’ll give you a massage.”
“your hand is still injured so i’ll have to take a raincheck. but thank you for the offer alpha,” you chirp.
he leads you into his car and opens the passenger door for you, kissing your cheek before you sit. after climbing inside and starting the car, katsuki drives off towards his apartment uptown.
you hold onto his arm as he leads you inside, giggling as he kisses you softly, subtly peeling off your scent patches and tucking them into your purse to throw away later.
“ugh, i’m exhausted,” you groan and drape yourself over his army green couch, checking your phone. “three a.m?! time really flew.”
“we had too much fun, that’s why,” he chuckles and kicks off his loafers next to your heels by the door.
you hum tiredly and tie up your locs, nose wrinkling at the tiny bit of shindo’s stink scent on your wrist.
“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” katsuki questions when he sees your expression.
“i still smell like him…i need a shower.”
“oh~?”
“an actual shower, please. no funny stuff.”
“alright. alright. i think you still have some of your clothes and stuff here from last time in the closet. i’ll be out here. do you want anything to eat in the meantime?”
“i’m okay. well, maybe some water.”
“alright.”
over the past few months, you’ve left little bits of yourself in katsuki’s lavish, dark penthouse with each visit. you find the little travel shower kit you left in his walk-in closet and notice something bright orange peeking out between some folded dark clothes on one of the shelves.
curiosity gets the better of you and you peel it out, opening it and reading the words printed on the front. ‘dynamight?’
did ‘dynamite’ get misspelt? you turn it a few times, see some scribbled writing on the sleeve, wonder if it’s big enough for you to wear after the shower and gently place it back on the shelf for later.
you take a well deserved shower and change into a new white shirt and a pair of pink shorts, picking the hoodie up again. “alpha?” you call out from his room. not hearing a reply, you wear the hoodie anyway, wiggling the big sleeves around.
the collar is saturated in his warm caramel scent, and a little detergent, making your omega purr happily.
you giggle softly and flap your arms as you walk down the stairs towards the living room.
“hey pretty girl, were you calling m—” katsuki calls out as he walks out of the pantry. “where did you find that?
“i found it in your closet.” you rub the soft sleeve. “i hope you don’t mind.”
‘she’s wearing the all might hoodie…’
“it’s fine, don't worry.”
“why does it say ‘dynamight’ on it though? is it like a collectible where they spell a word wrong?”
“it’s a long story.”
you clap softly. “ooh, story.”
he chortles under his breath and leans on the black marble counter. “all might is a comic book character from when i was a kid deku and i were obsessed with. ‘dynamight’ is—you’re gonna laugh at this—it’s kind of a fan name i came up with and printed it on the hoodie.”
“awwww!” you coo at the story. “that’s so cute!”
“i met the actor that played him in the live action show in that hoodie during a fashion show when i was, i think, twenty four, and he signed the sleeve for me.”
“that’s so cool! where’d you get this sweatshirt by the way? it’s so comfy,” you giggle, looking at him and eagerly flapping your hands. “hehe, i’ve got sleeve hands.”
‘cute,’ he thinks. ‘so small.’
“can’t remember.” he shrugs.
“aw,” you pout and put the hood up. “i’m keeping it.”
“if you keep stealing my sweatshirts there won’t be any left,” he chuckles.
“but they’re so comfy.”
“i’ll make you a deal. you can have that one if you give me the ones that don’t have my scent anymore.”
“whyyy?” you whine. “i like your hoodies.”
“I know but i need some of them back, pretty girl.”
you pout before an idea crosses your mind. you look up at suki with big eyes, silently begging him to change his mind.
he grimaces. “not the puppy eyes.”
“please?”
“pretty girl…”
“please alpha,” you whine, holding onto his arm and adding a pout with a slight lip quiver. katsuki feels his chest pang with guilt. “i’ll do anything for another hoodie.”
“ugh, fine. you can keep it for now.”
“yay!” you squeal and hug his arm tighter. “thank you, ‘suki.”
“you’re welcome. did you still want that water?”
“yes please! but first lemme see your hands,” you order. katsuki lets you see his bruised hands, your thumb going over the scrapes. “i’ll dress this up after you take a shower.”
“you don’t have to, it’s not even that bad,” he insists.
“you have to clean them properly, katsuki.”
he chuckles at your fussing. “okay, nurse.”
“doctor,” you correct.
“oh, sorry dr. pretty girl.”
“better,” you smile proudly. “now go shower and i’ll meet you in your den.”
“yes doctor,” he teases.
after about fifteen minutes, katsuki emerges from his bathroom, a towel wrapped around his neck with a pair of sweatpants dangerously low on his hips .
you sit on the bed with his mini first aid kit and clean up the wound with rubbing alcohol, putting a dark green bandage on the biggest scrape.
“thanks again,” you say quietly. “you didn’t have to beat him up like that…”
“he made you uncomfortable and scented you without permission,” he growls.
you kiss his bandaged knuckles. “thank you, alpha.”
“i’d do anything for you, pretty girl,” he smiles, cupping your cheek tenderly.
both of you settle into bed for the night, somehow ending up naked and enjoying the skin on skin contact. you sleepily rub your cheek on his chest, purring softly and covering him in warm vanilla.
katsuki looks down at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb as you nestle impossibly closer. “g’night, alpha,” you yawn, slowly drifting off.
katsuki smiles at you and kisses your forehead. “goodnight pretty girl.” he waits until your breathing turns deep and even. “i love you.”
you smile softly in your sleep at the sound of the tender words, snuggling closer and falling asleep.
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Trigger warning: Feet
Below is a light hearted discussion about Pedro boys and feet, you have been warned if feet are not your thing 😋
We had a discussion about feet and how groomed, or not groomed, Pedro boys feet are. To some feet are the ickiest thing ever, to some it's a turn on, I'm very much neutral and I don't mind feet (clearly, or I wouldn't have spent twenty minutes looking at men's feet on Pintrest... 😬
So starting with the nice feet, I reckon Javi G, Oberyn, Marcus Pike, maybe Max Lord have nicely groomed feet? Javi and Oberyn because of their station, Marcus because he looks like a guy who takes care of himself. And Max would if he had the money, seems like an 80's type of thing to do.
Dieter wouldn't give a shit but because his silly Hollywood lifestyle requires him to be somewhat presentable so his assistant makes sure he goes and get a mani/pedi every few weeks so he has nice toes too.
I think Frankie has fairly decent feet because he's been in the army and he knows how important it is to take take of his feet after long marches and how bad it can get if you don't. But it'll be all about practicality, keep them clean, dry, nails short and no cracked heels.
I'm sorry, but the rest...just bad feet. Post outbreak Joel totally picks his toe nails when they get too long, unless he's lucked out and found or traded for a pair of nail clippers. Pre-outbreak Joel just cut them when they poked holes in his socks. He's got no time for a pedi or buffing off dead skin on his heels.
Ezra...yeah...Ezra's feet are minging, stuck in that space suit all day and same goes for Din. He probably cuts his nails out of sheer practicality but nothing else. You know they're leaving those dead skin flakes in their socks.
And let's not even think about Pero's feet... I'm sorry, but they will be nasty and stinky and in dire need of a good soak just like the rest of him (love you anyway, Pero 😘)
Whiskey...I'm not sure, I reckons he's in the fairly groomed category but I can't see him getting a pedicure, maybe he does it himself? Just a quick scrub in the shower and some nail clipping?
What do you guys think? And any thoughts on the other Pedro boys?
And finally, a poll...
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