#(droopy eyes are my favorite)
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New official art by Kokone-sensei
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Searching for friends amidst fireworks blooming on a summer night
#why my baby look so!!! gawd id better zip up now or else I'll say sth that'll smear my baby's purity#but i cant i cant omg look at his seductive droopy eyes#that yukata cut that lines his body damn damn#those slightly open lips EXCUSE ME??!!! IS THIS THE INNOCENT HAYATE I KNOW???#i havent seen my boy for a long time and suddenly Sensei gave me this THANK YOU#MY BABY AGED SO GAWDDAMM FINE#ichikura hayate#hayate ichikura#cool doji danshi#play it cool guys#cdd#manga#nata kokone#official art#the perks of having your favorite character the same as the mangaka's is that you can see them beautified in a way you wanted to
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more skip and loafer sketches because iâve been reading the manga and it has touched my soul in so many ways
#i love these two so much their dynamic is so wholesome it makes me giggle all the time#my favorite thing to draw is shimaâs fluffy hair its so much fun#also his droopy gentle eyes .. theyre so soothing to draw#mitsumi is flushed btw#please watch this show everyone its like a warm hug to the soul#skip to loafer#skip and loafer#art#fanart#my art#shima sousuke#mitsumi iwakura#stp#why is writing tags kinda embarassing
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//we're getting places "you're not getting anywh-" WE'RE GETTING PLACES!!!!!!
#vis :: ( craig )#ver :: college ( craig )#mun art#//i've been struggling with him for so long#//and it's bc i wrote myself into a corner on one thread. to say that craig basically hasn't changed hairstyles in like 10 years#//and then eli was like ehhh give him some hair gel#//which i was terrified if doing bc... again... my former hc that said craig did NOTHING with his hair#//BUT I'M SO GLAD I DID IT... IT WAS ONLY ONE THREAD... IT CAN AND SHOULD BE RETCONNED#//the first one was heavily referenced off a picture of jonathan togo#//he's not a perfect 1-to-1 for craig but i like his head shape and slightly droopy eyes#//he's a lil dweeby lookin but still cute đ#//and the other two were my attempts at loosening him up a bit#//trying to push him towards my cartoonier style so he better matches with tweek#//it is so easy to go BALLS TO THE WALLS with exaggerating tweek's features#//one of my favorite tweek drawings is the final girl comic where their eyes take up like 75% of their face lmfao#//craig is DECEPTIVELY hard to draw bc he is by all accounts Just Some Fucking Guy#//i'm so annoyed bc i cannot draw his hair at the angle that best accentuates his scars#//but whatever we'll suffer thru it every time; labor of love đ#//accepting that i'm gonna have to suck at drawing craig until i start being really good at drawing craig JDKAJSKAJ#//craig with half his face torn up: no dude i'm good; i've never suffered anything in my life#//i gotta draw him and tweek together; that would help with getting them stylistically consistent#//i also have got to draw craig looking more pissed off wtf is he so happy for? >:(
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making an oc and sheâs so cute
her nameâs Droop and sheâs a fully grown- teenager <- giving her a rebellious phase as we speak
#shes transfem woooooo!#was listening to literature lecture while doodling her so she hate literature#hates*#other than mascara she doesnât wear any makeup cuz they feel weird on her face#(sensory issues) (she tolerates mascara cuz it looks cool. bought waterbase ones so its not too hard to get off#when it rains tho- streaks of mascara drips#so she loves the rain but books it as soon as a drop hits her face#missy wont ever cry too cuz of it#very much effort into the mascara droop look#her shoes got wooden base and make fun click sound when she walks and she loves hopping around in them to make the sound louder#tall socks because ankle height means the edge of the socks would rub her ankles and she hates the feeling)#the cardigan is only for the outfit she will feel the tingles and throw it off in a minute#but depending on her mood she would prefer it on when leaning on rough surfaces#oc#oc: âdroop#i shall figure out surname later :3#she usually looks annoyed or bored but its just her relaxed face and she zones out lots#(droopy eyes are my favorite)#hoodieâs art#hoodieâs oc
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She's My Vitals!
Synopsis. The best part about a sĂ©x ban? When theyâre broken!
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, sĂ©x bans, bondagĂ©, PĂSSYDRUNK BOYS, creampĂes, CĂMPLAY, spĂtting, true form! Sukuna, dp, pĂșssy-slappĂng, chokĂng Nanami, BRĂEDING, markĂng, making him whĂne, talking to her, jealous Nanami, fĂnger-sĂșcking, NĂEDY boys, âjust the tĂpâ, heinous things, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. LAST LEAK DAY HOW ARE WE FEELING BBYGIRLS??
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - 1 weekâŠalmost
âOh godâŠâ heâs rasping out, skimming a thick thumb over where your flimsy panties were the most translucent. Just the sticky sheen of saturated slick makes him salivate, neglected cock throbbing with how much heâs missed you. âYâreally got me begging, huh, naughty girl?â
Now, Toji Fushiguro doesnât ask for attention - either you come to him with that cute pout of yours, begging him to fuck you full of his long, solid inches or you donât. Toji Fushiguro doesnât grovel - heâs never just barely lasted only a measly week since being punished with a sex ban. Banging at your door soon after, strong arms just wrangling his pretty girl to the ground right then and there.Â
But here he was.Â
âS-so eager.â youâre humming, the hardwood floors of your hallway chafes lightly underneath your arched back. Your nails dig into his muscled shoulders, holding back a giggle at the way heâs already so gone. Eyes droopy, abs flexing, panting. âAffected so much by-â
â-just a week?â Two rough hands knead at your ass, dragging your body forwards to grind his angry cock in a sultry push. âA week of hell, you mean.â
Thereâs a soft smack! gifted right onto your puffed-up clit, and Toji has the audacity to laugh - laugh, all low and humorless when your needy cunt gushes out in another way of your syrupy sweet juices.Â
âThoughâŠâ he circles his thick, reddish head over your quivering entrance, gliding over the glistening mess youâve made. Coating around your puffy teasingly with every ribbon of his thick precum, â-seems like I wasnât the- hah- only one all desperate nâ shit for you.â That sinful scar positioned on his lips grazes jaggedly against yours in a lazy kiss, âMissed me, woman?â
Youâre rolling your eyes, âReal rich coming from-â And Toji canât do anything but watch when your hand dips down between your two pressed-up bodies to wrap around his fat hilt. He throws his head back, swearing when you just slot his leaky tip between your swollen folds. Sensitive and so swelteringly hot. â-the same man that almost broke down my door at two in the m-morning because he missed me too much, Toji.â
Fuck- fuck, Toji doesnât think he even heard whatever just came out of your mouth. No, he was way too busy trying not to fucking pass out. Humping you pathetically as if in heat now, gulping at the dripping wet squelches from down below. Shit, his favorite song.
âSay it.â Youâre feeling two of his thick palms come up to rest atop your head, lacing those thick fingers of his slowly. âSay my name again.â
It was almost endearing how tough he still tried to sound. Acting like his body wasnât wracking with a jolting shudder every time youâre grinding your hips up in steady gyrations against his rock-hard cock.Â
âSay what now?â you purr, silky sweet. Peppering a lingering kiss against his forehead, his scar, only to have him bite down on your lower lip in warning. âToji? The same Toji that was so mean to me - ignoring me for some stupid mission? The same big, bad Toji Fushiguro who took less than a week to crack-â
âMâsorry!â And usually youâd love to tease Toji more for the way he was cutting you off so much, but he just sounded like he was in utter wreck. Lips wobbling, a baritone ah! ah! ah! leaving with each sopping glissade of your cunt across his twitchy shaft. âThere! I said it. Wonât- wonât miss another one of our hngh! d-dates for a job, mâkay? Fuck this sex ban- Iâll even answer your cute calls in the middle of finishing off a target if I have to just please-â
Ah, there it was.
The heady hallway - fuck, you two hadnât even made it to the bed, yet - rings out with the soft thwack! of Tojiâs heavy, cum-filled balls against your ass. Only increasing in volume with each greedier and greedier little half-thrust into your snug cunt.Â
âNgh! Toji- Toji f-fuck.â youâre keening at the feeling of all the air in your lungs being thoroughly pushed out. âY-youâre lucky youâre so convincing-â
And he feels so hot, dizzy head being flung back at the heavenly suck of your pussy swallowing him up. Being stretched so gapingly open, itâs like his girth is contorting your velvety walls to his very shape. Stretching you out so much, massaging your sweet spots without even trying, reaching for your very womb-
âHa-ahh- so tight- fuck- no wonder I almost broke yer damn door down.â heâs breathing out. The words finally registering, âIs it me thatâs convincing or is it-â His biceps bulge with effort, rippling as the vice-like restraint above you is pushing you down, down, down to his hold. â-is it this?âÂ
You canât even form an answer if you wanted to - because Toji was hunching over his hulking body to bully his fat cock into you in thorough, jagged ruts of his hips. Keeping you stuck in his vice-like hold, fully in the face of all his pressurized thrusts.
âWhat? Cat got yer- ngh tongue?â Toji smiles, smugly. Obscenely. âI missed your p-pretty voice just as much as this cunt, yâknow? Why donât ya use those words fâme, doll?â
Your entire body just jerks upwards when one of his soft palms plant back down on your clit, giving another simpering smack!
âYes!â youâre spitting, and thereâs such a supple satisfaction in Tojiâs movements now. âM-missed this- missed you so muchâŠâ
âThaâs fuckinâ right. Never gonna let ya forget it.â Heâs grunting throatily at your answer, the soft, rounded pads of his fingers swirl over your stinging clit, eager to give another playful slap. He stills - and you whine, grinding down pleadingly. Exactly how he wanted it. âSo why dontcha fuck back into me nâ show me, you lilâ tease?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - 17 days
Thereâs a slow, syrupy puddle growing on your inner thighs - not between them, no, on top of them. Glossing down your skin in a milky ooze, Nanamiâs red, achy cock right in the center of it all. Rubbing and grinding rawly between your thighs, heâs rutting forward like heâs out of control-
âM-my love.â Even those words sound so wrecked, Nanamiâs soft baritone cracking, a few octaves higher than usual. âAre you- hah- doing okay?â
Your kiss-bitten pout makes his thick length jolt in interest, surging forwards to kiss them. âI am, Ken. Which is why I r-really want you to break the-â
âNo!â heâs gasping, and thereâs another harsh glissade of his glisteningly wet cock just across your puffed-up folds. Two firm hands hold your squirming hips still while he fucks your thighs even sloppier. Drowsy, almost. âNo no no- we canât. Donât wanna overwork my gorgeous wife, sh-sheâs already had such a long month at work, no?â
You shake your head stubbornly, pulling on the loosened end of his favorite speckled yellow tie to just drag Nanami even closer. âMânot-â
âBut- the project-â
âTold you mânot overworked, okay, Ken?â Within only a few moments, youâve got your trembly legs hooked around muscled hips, feeling his dick reach every single one of your hidden sweet spots and crannies with just the single inch heâs sinking in. Accidentally - but oh, an accident never felt so good. âBesidesâŠe-even with this annoying new project, the monthâs been even hah- longer because of this sex ban. I really, really miss you inside meââ
âOhâŠbetter not have told me that.â He breathes into the crook of your neck, hiding away that rosy blush high on his cheeks. And before you can comfort your dear husband - or maybe make him even more flustered - heâs giving one, solid thrust into the depths of your awaiting cunt. Slowly. âAfter- after so long. Fuuuck- you shouldnât have told me that.â
Giving a steady roll of his hips until you were just gasping at the sheer thickness. Nanamiâs long girth leaving you spotless, swiveling his fat head easily against your g-spot.
âF-fuck-â heâs still muttering to himself, jaw clenched tight with all the strain of not devouring you whole after so long-
âSo do it.âÂ
Your words make him still in his unforgiving pace, cocking a head in confusion. The sight of him - all disheveled and blushing an innocent red, eyes drooped in pussydrunk pleasure, mouth parted sweetly - has you giggling. âSeriously- aww, Ken, you didnât even realize you were talking out loud?â Your palms smooth their way over his blue button-up, too impatient to have stripped out of it. âDo it. Dontcha think the best ngh! de-stressor during a long work project would be this-â
You didnât get to finish your sentence - and you didnât have to. Because Nanami is doing exactly that.Â
âYouâre not good fâme-â he draws a greedy thumb over your clit in tight, methodical circles. Pressing sweet peck after peck on your sagging open lips, âYou have- no idea- how I- hah- was holdinâ back all this time.â
Each squelching thrust has the pool of cum and your saturated slick expanding ever-wider. Drenching into the once-fresh sheets, your skin, forming a creamy ring around his heft base. It stands out so starkly against the neat patch of blond and his red, red shaft.
âSeeinâ you walking around the office in those godforsaken short skirts.â he growls, sharp gaze honing in on the mess of fabric in tatters on the floor. âHavinâ those interns making eyes at you- Meanwhile I couldnât even fuck my cute wife.â All those frustrations heâs channeling into his hips, fucking you deeper and deeper into the bed, you swear in the morning youâd be able to see the markings of his tight balls against your ass, his v-line against your thighs. âAll because of some shitty project I couldnât give less of a shit about.â
âSâalmost- hah-â youâre hiccuping when his thumb strokes even harder, matching his lewd pace. â-sâalmost over anyway. And I al-already filed the-â
âMy loveâŠâ Nanami gently cuts in, just quelling your worried excuses with another jittering ram of his hips. Pressing expertly into where he already knew would make you squeal. â-this cockblocking project is the last thing I wanâ hear about right now-â Heâs sucking gently on your lips in a sloppy kiss - his favorite type - â-Iâd much prefer to finally hear you cum-â
And this was so unlike your dear husband.Â
He was never this rough when throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, not giving you anything but a second to adjust before bending down, down, down to fold you into the meanest mating press possible. Never this hoarse with his words, wrenching out of his shot throat with each bludgeoning push into your cunt. Just ravaging you from the inside out.Â
Soon enough, it gets too much.
And Nanamiâs pants turn into heaves, his pressurized cadence turn into nothing more than languid, sloppy ruts back and forth back and forth back and-
âK-Ken-â Your fingers find their way to his tie again - pulling so hard that it makes him lightheaded. So tight it cuts a red indent into his golden skin. âMâso close-â
Youâd heard about the type of orgasms so sudden that you donât even realize youâre having them. Because no sooner are the words out of your mouth that youâre cumming. So hard, so aggressive, even that Nanami has to bite back his own groans.Â
Head falling backwards at how almost-difficult it was to drive into your snug cunt now, velvety walls constricting with pleasure. Milking him so fucking good- âYeah- yeah fuck, choke me. Choke me while you cum, darling.â
In a split-second, the pads of Nanamiâs fingers on your clit shove themselves between your lips. The honeyed cum and slick pooled thickly in a candied coat that makes you throb.Â
âThat sâfor not hngh! telling me sooner about the project almost being done. And this-â Itâs followed by a gentle peck to your forehead, and an absolutely not gentle twitch of his weepy cock inside you. His fingers tighten inside your mouth, yours tighten around his tie, â-is for all the overtime mâgonna hafta make up for.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - 8 days
Itâs been too long - way too long. A week- fuck, maybe more?Â
Geto doesnât know, canât even think right now with the way each and every slow, smooth glissade of your puffed-up pussy down his long shaft have him losing his mind let alone his train of thought. Gritting his teeth, he tugs even tighter around the cool leather restrain pinning him down to the plush bed, âTh-this has already gone on for a week- hngh- donât you think thatâs enough teasing, gorgeous?â
Fuck him and his stubborn streak.
âOver a week of you giving me the cold shoulder, Sugu?â Oh your saccharine sweet hum is enough for the curve of his cock to twitch up. Bumping lewdly against your clit, âI think mâbeing more than generous.â
Your leaderâs dark brows knit even deeper in frustration, the need bleeding into those heaving shudders of his. âAww, c-come onââ And if you didnât know any better youâd have said that Geto Suguru was whining - whining. The headboard rattles loudly when he pulls, âYâknow I didnât mean it- was jusâ a lilâ lesson because yâd-didnât finish your duties as my second-in-command. I already give you ânough pretty privilege, donât I?â
âOh yeah?â youâre huffing, leaning forward until he gets the perfect view of your perky tits. Geto canât help the way his tongue lolls out to suckle gently on your nipples. Handsome cheeks hollowing out with each swirling movement. âAnd Iâm gonna give you a muzzle next if you donât stop running that mean mouth.â
Shit, Geto blames it on not having you for a while now - fuck this sex ban - because he can already feel his weepy cock gush out in a fresh coat of syrupy precum. Steamy and sticky between your thighs, it was almost fucking embarrassing.
âYes, maâam.â he gasps out, sounding as disoriented as you looked right now. Thereâs a candied string of spit between his glossed-over lips and your tits that snaps around his almost leering smile. âAnything for you.â
If you felt his admission was mocking, then you didnât say anything. And Geto was so fucking thankful, because just then youâre positioning his achy cock right at your slobbering entrance. Coating down his angry, angry shaft in your sweet juices before sinking down - slowly. So, so torturously slow.Â
âFuck!â Getoâs biting his lip when your silky soft walls give an experimental squeeze, tugging the rest of him even deeper into your tight channel. Throwing his head back, lazily - this was heaven. âIâm so- C-canât you hurry-â
âNope.â you grin, popping the âpâ. Your gyrating hips falter into stillness, until your filthy cuntâs just barely cockwarming him at this point. Hands ghosting up his flexing abs, the plans of his bulging pecs, up, up, up until they wrap so prettily around Getoâs milky throat. âWhy dontcha do it yourself since you want it so bad, hm?â
Ah, heâs in love.
âAnything for you.â
Jaw tensing, his eyes are locked on the way your pussy lips part around him. Straddled and sat so prettily on top of him, heâs planting his feet onto the silken sheets without a second thought. Long fingers intertwining deftly with the chain on those cuffs, leveraging you just right and-
Snap!
Both of you gasp in surprised synchronization when those expensive handcuffs - custom-made, mind you - shred easily. Raising your eyes to look at Geto and- oh, fuck. You were fucked.Â
âThat wasnât on the plan butâŠâ his dark eyes glint with such a predatory spark, plump lips curling into an easy smirk. He soothes over the stinging red where heâd been held, greedy gaze locked on you. And only you. â...neither was havinâ my cute lilâ assistant tie me up, hm?âÂ
In all of two seconds, youâre just being slammed down onto the hard ridges of Getoâs defined hipbones. Bruises sure to blossom up on your skin when his two rough palms grab a ravenous handful of your ass. Reeling your pliant body up, up, up till the very tip of his velvety cock kissed teasingly at your hole, and down.Â
âO-oh!â Your hands come down to his sculpted chest, skin heated against his soft puffs of breath. And itâs just about all you can manage to get out, mouth salivating at all of the thick inches of him filling you up, so dreadfully bullying with his thrusts.
âShit- shit shit shit, fuckinâ missed this. Mustâve had a lotttt of fun hngh! playing around with your leader, huh?â Geto lingers in hot pecks at the corners of your eyes, tasting the salty sting of your tears. âTreatinâ me like I was second-in-command. Did it get you wet, gorgeous?â
Heâs leaning back to get a better view of the way your pussy was being split open, glistening and winking up at him. âYeahhh, it sure did- jusâ look at you. Youâve been hating this petty sex ban as much as I have.â
Just the thought is enough to have whatever blood is left in his body to rush even more feverishly into his painful cock. Bulbous tip blushing a rosy red, his ravaged cock gushes sensitively with hot precum after so long, growing even girthier inside you.
Youâre whining at the feeling of your already-contracted walls being stretched even more like elastic around him. âI- I did-âÂ
He fucks out whatever poor cry is on the tip of your tongue with a harsh thrust, arching into a perfect curve of his body against yours.Â
âAwww, I know, pretty girl. I knowââ Geto soothes, gliding away your glossy pout with his thumb, before pressing such a tauntingly sweet sweet kiss. âNâ weâve gotta make up for th-those hah! eight days, right?â At your barely-lucid nod, he only grins wider. Fuck yeah, he missed this. And heâs never letting you out of his sight. âAnd afterward- we can talk about a little ah- promotion, how about that?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - 2 days
âJust the tip.â Chosoâs hushing hotly against your ear later into the night, eyes double-checking at his locked door before rutting his hot, hefty erection against the globes of your ass. âJust the- hah- tip, baby please. Feels like mâgonna die if I donât get just a feel of your cute cunt already.â
Itâs only been two days visiting his family, and Choso feels like heâs just about ready to burst. All those soft moments babying his little brother, those stupid lilâ jokes from his uncle about adding another Itadori to the family - they were swirling up inside his hazy mind and flowing straight to his achy cock. Rock-hard and leaking saturated precum all over the back of your soft cotton sleep shorts.Â
Choso wanted you - and he wanted you now.Â
âBabyâŠâ his drowsy kiss drags along your lips. A calloused hand comes up under your leg to slot his achy cock between them, rubbing and grinding in smooth, slow gyrations. Shuddering, âDonât care if weâre loud I- hah- r-really just wanna fuck a baby into ya.â
âShh shhh, go ahead, Cho.â you giggle, whirling over your shoulder to teasingly peck at the tip of his nose. âBut jusâ the tip, mâkay?â
Your sweet boyfriendâs nodding before youâre even finishing your sentence, not having the patience to even take your pajamas off. Just hooking a long, pale finger along the side of the fabric, throwing his head back against the pillows to take an even close look at the gloss of slick sticking to your inner thighs.Â
âO-oh, baby. My babyââ his deep voice cracks. Biting back guttural groans when the very flushed thick tip of his cock dips so perfectly around the corner of your sopping slit. Frantically, he claps a hand over his loud moans, âJustâŠjust the tip. Right?â
Whether he was asking you or whether he was asking himself you have no idea. Because Choso wasnât wasting even a millisecond more, heâs rubbing in velvety glides at your swollen folds. So dripping wet that it takes him a few whimpering grinds to bully his fat head at your hole without sliding right across. Slowly.Â
âShit- missed this. J-juuust-â heâs heavily panting, kissing down your spine with each inch after fucking inch massaging inside your gummy walls. Throbbing heavily because shit, it might not have been long - but itâs felt like forever. â-the- the-â
Chosoâs blabbering words only slur out even more through the gaps in his fingers, honeyed tone becoming more simpering. And you could count the hitches in his breath, the shake in his thighs when heâs disappearing between your legs. After not having you for a whole two days, he was pussydrunken already.
âSomething wrong, baby?â you purr, tugging on his long strands of hair, now damp with sweat. âYou look tense.â
âTense?â Choso gasps, voice pitched up higher than usual with disbelief. âWh-what are you ah- shit, donâ squeeze me like that- what are you t-talking about, mânot tense.âÂ
But your smug smirk only tugs wider at the jittery way his free hand locks onto the small of your waist. Pushing and pulling in a sultry pace, massaging your snug channel with the upwards curving divot on the very tip of his cock. Feeling just the very peak of that prominent vein he has down his creamy middle.Â
âAre you sure?â you hum, hearing him outwardly gulp. And you know that you should go a little easy on him - your poor boyfriend did just spend the entire weekend being cockblocked by his family, after all. You know you should be mindful of the soft creaking of the bed, the ever-growing groans wrenching from Choso. âI would much rather you just-â Your nails leave ravaged red trails down his milky thighs â-breed me the way youâve been wanting to these past two days, Cho.â
Oh, Choso could cry, he could moan, he could cum.Â
And - tears pricking at his dewy, dark eyes, cheeks burning with embarrassment - thatâs exactly what he does. Youâre letting out a mewl at the feeling of Chosoâs sweltering hot tip just gliding across the spongy bottom of your cervix. Glossing over your insides with a thick coat of his cum, dredge after dredge of creamy white that fill you up so much. Seeping down through the corners of your sloppy hole and forming a milky ring around the tufts of black at his hilt. âFuck- fuck mâblaminâ being cockblocked from this heavenly pussy fâthis.â
âFuck! Wasnât even that long, Cho. I can ah- feel you all the way-â Your fingers slide up to about halfway at your stomach, pressing down on that familiar nudging divot, â-here.â
Thatâs all it takes for his weepy cock to just gush more spurts of seed again. Again and again and again- Immediately, his large hand covers your mouth, fully muffling those pretty moans.Â
âF-fuck, pretty- mây dad is j-just hah- the door over.â heâs almost bawling out, hips uncontrolled with the way heâs rutting up in deep, thorough pushed of his slender hips. âSo loud.â But Choso makes no move to quieten either of you. Crashing his lips into yours to let your sweetened moans vibrate away into his mouth, heavy balls smacking against your skin in a heady thwack! thwack! thwack! âSo messy.âÂ
You feel so sluggish being stuffed to the very brim like this, limbs aching with how close Choso was pinning you back against his muscled chest. Thereâs only so much that your cunt can take before itâs spreading out into a messy puddle below you two, adding to the gripping squelches. Shit, you two were definitely facing hell tomorrow - namely, a too-smug Sukuna.Â
âBabyâŠâ Choso drags out, in a way you already knew didnât bode well. Two of his fingers swipe at the mess beading out, âSince mâbeing so loudâŠwhy donât I busy my mouth with something else?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - 5 hours (but he wonât admit it)
That pretty pout of yours was too irresistible, the way youâd kissed him goodbye too sultry - Sukuna knew your game.Â
And here - teeth gritted, thighs bouncing in frustration under the table, anger flaring when his court meeting drags onto around the fifth consecutive hour - he also knew he was playing right into it.
Yeah, fuck that.
Which is why there isnât even a shred of regret in his smirk when he finally reaches his breaking point - a click of his fingers and heâs no longer in the royal meeting room. Instead, nestling up to your side at his chambers, smothered amongst all the expensive silken sheets.Â
Not even the tiniest speck of embarrassment in his next words to you, âOn all fours, brat.â
âKuna- youâre back- fuuuck-â your honeyed moans sound out over the way he had one large hand smushing you deeper and deeper into the cushiony pillows. â-youâre back e-early?â
âDonât act like you didnât have anything to hngh! do with it, woman.â he spits, and the mattress dips when heâs hiking up a powerful thigh. Using the leverage to pressurize each jarring, determined little half-thrust inside your gaping hole. âTeasing nâ toying with your king. Youâre hah- r-real brave for a lilâ human yâknow that?â
Youâre whining, âA-all it took was f-five hours of a sex ban-â
Another one of his big, beefy arms swipe down your arched spine, dipping down to spread open your puffed-up folds even more. âSilence.â
So what if the king of curses couldnât last five hours without your pretty pussy? Was that a crime?Â
The vice-like grip on your head was forcing your bleary gaze down to where he was feeding your cunt with each of his massive inches. Two absolutely engorged cocks with twin reddish tips, glossing all over your poor entrance with matching gushes of hot precum. Just barely even halfway in - but you could already feel him bulging at your very stomach. âHehâŠwouldya look at that. Didnât even prep her as much as u-usual and sheâs already this ready to take me. Are ya always such a slut?â
You canât stop yourself from bowing even deeper into his hold, the upwards curve of your spine pushing you even closer to his stacked bases.Â
âAnswer me.â His deep baritone snaps you out of your little haze, and two hands prop you even closer. You could feel every heated gust of his words against the shell of your ear, âSpeak, if you donâ wanna displease your king, little human.âÂ
And oh Sukuna canât deny that stirring pride in his chest when your jumbled-out words spill out, body trembly, needy - but still so eager to please him.Â
âI- I just-â Your breath hitches wetly in your chest when one of his four hulking arms dip downwards, toying with your swollen clit between two thick fingers. It takes a branding smack! to the fat of your ass to remember what you were trying to say again. â-just knew I was gonna miss you at the meeting today, Kuna.â
And if the way he jolted inside you wasnât an answer - the raw divots of his cocks jostling inside you to crash into your g-spot - Sukuna gasps - gasps. Voice so simperingly silken when he asks, âYou missed me?â
Youâre nodding - but that isnât enough for him, fuck it might never be.Â
In retaliation, your pussy is being gifted with another few of his long thrusts. Two hands tightening roughly around your waist to keep his pretty girl from escaping.
âLike I said- u-use your hngh- words, doll.â Followed by such a mean bump of both rounded curves of his fat cockheads against your g-spot, making you cry out in your sweetened voice that he loved so much. âClearly youâve still got the voice, heh-â
The royal bed is creaking so loudly that Sukuna has half the mind to wonder whether the fools in the meeting room not too far away could hear. Ah, fuck them. Right now he couldnât care less about anything other than you.
âI did miss you.â youâre mewling, big fat tears pricking at your eyes each time heâs drilling in. âMissed you so much, Kuna.â
Thereâs a sudden, sloppy squelch! And before you know it, heâs buried all the way in until the sensitive skin of your ass rubbed rawly against those rough patches of pink at his toned pelvis, Sukunaâs heavy balls kissing snugly against your thighs.Â
âAhhââ heâs heaving out, while you can do nothing but scramble towards the headboard, the sheets, anything. Peaking in the thumb rolling over your clit to take a good, long look at how your stuttering pussy was so obscenely stretched and molded around his cocks, all the way down to those ringed tattoos on his thick bases. Gapingly full. Doubly sucking him up. âFuck the sex ban- beats that stupid fuckinâ meeting thaâs for sure.â
And you didnât know whether it was possible to forget how big Sukuna truly was in just five hours. Because his every throb only seems to drive him even deeper against your cervix, thickening so maddeningly to stretch out your insides.Â
âYeah yeah- atta girl. Take it all- fuck, take it all fâme.â He croons through your high, squelching movements only speeding up. Thereâs an element of such raw, primal need in what he does, like heâs just dragging out every dredge of pleasure out of you. Youâre just gulping when a hand makes its way into your black-tinged vision, wrapping snugly around your throat to pull you backwards against his every ram. âNow, letâs see if this pretty pussy can squirt before they come around tryna find me for the meeting.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - 15 minutes
âSweetheart-â Gojo whines, rosy lips downturning into the most perfect pout youâd ever seen. âSweetheart please- I know I was-â
âStupid? Impulsive?â youâre rolling your eyes, despite the vice-like hold he had on you. Sitting you down so prettily on his lap, manspread as far as his office chair would allow him. âAn absolute idiot?â
Fuck, at that last insult, Gojoâs cock only hardens impossibly inside your gummy walls. Marking out each and every divot and vein down his furious shaft, he throws his head back with a groan at the taut feeling of your clingy walls being stretched all around him.Â
âSeriously?â youâre gasping, to which he only curls his lips up into the most unabashed grin.Â
Not even a moment later, heâs bouncing his thighs, jostling you precariously on top of his frame. It makes your hips just squeeze downwards in smooth, swiveling gyrations that massage his throbbing cockhead. âAw come on- I take back what I said about No Nut November can we just-â
âYeah? After what-â Your eyes dart over your shoulder towards the clock at the very end of the room, â-fifteen minutes? You dragged me all the way out of a meeting after only that? Come on, Toru, youâve gotta make to at least twenty-â
âPlease.âÂ
Youâre pausing in surprise, and thatâs the last thing that Gojo wanted right about now. So with a huffed-out groan, heâs back to placing two greedy palms that smooth over the curve of your hips, up and down up and down. Soothing you over for when he just rams you down recklessly on his achy cock.Â
He bites up the column of your neck, all the way up to that sweet spot at your earlobe. âAlready said the magic word, didnât I?â Before using all of his inhuman core strength to bounce you all the way down in another thorough thrust. âWhat? Wanâ me to say pretty please, my girl?â
The strongest was just begging at your feet, because laced with his tease was a very real, nervous tremor. Voice lilting up higher than normal, drunken eyes darting between your own and the very obvious little grind of his pulsing length.
Buried so brandingly inside you, like he wanted to make you memorize him from the inside out. Body bowed into yours like it hurt to be apart more than just a few millimeters, he was stuck against your side. Only pushing deeper and deeper and-
âIâll- Iâll make it to twenty minutes next time-â he giggles deliriously, already tinged with such smugness. âMaybe even thirty- please- please justâ, fuck- need your cute cunt.â
And you were a strong sorcerer in your own right - but seated like this, Gojo definitely had the advantage. He was still so much taller, so much broader, muscles rippling through the thin fabric of his black t-shirt. Biceps bulging out with each stuttering slam into your hips, itâs like he wanted to be as sloppy as possible.Â
To have your cunt drooling down every inch of his angry, red cock glistening a sweet sweet coat of juices with every single squelch. It drips down from where your skirt was bunched up, down onto the wooden floors. Shit, you definitely werenât going back to the meeting like this.Â
âSo wet, huh?â He smiles, a snowy brow rising at the sight. And Gojoâs tall frame sags even deeper down his steadfast chair to get an even better long, swallowing deeply. âDamn- youâre makinâ me so thirsty, sweetheart.â
You smack his chest, âS-so filthy, Toru.â But you canât hide the slight moan in your scolding, the way your clit grows even more heated - and he notices, of course.Â
âI got you- I got you, girl.â He rolls an eager thumb right over where you wanted him the most, bringing a kiss over towards the underside of your jaw, your cheeks, your mouth. âNâ of course mâ filthy- whatâd you expect?â Gojoâs free hand occupies itself with guiding your cunt down at a maddening pace. Squelching so loud that times like this he was thankful for six eyes, for all the amplified sounds of your huffs and cunt clamping down around his girthy cock. His next words are whispered against your tongue, âMâthe fucker that couldnât last fifteen minutes without your pretty pussy, of course.â
Heâs not even waiting to ask at this point - heâs already lost, heâs already broken the sex ban but fuck, did defeat feel so sweet.Â
Thereâs a stuttering squelch, your slick glossing down his entire wrist when Gojoâs fingers sped up on your poor clit. Circling and tugging teasingly, his fingers were so deftly making you writhe.Â
It simply makes your toes curl, white-hot pleasure sparking behind your eyes with each unwavering clash into your gâspot. And if you were in any better state of mind, youâd be almost embarrassed at how it only takes a few clamoring rummages at your insides, a few steadfast thrusts right into the bullseye of your sweet spots, before youâre cumming and cumming so hard it makes you gasp.
âFuck-â Your nails dig ferociously into Gojoâs strong wrist, stationed on one side of your waist, fucking downwards to meet his sloppy staccato. âFuck fuck fuck- mâcumming- mâcumming, Toruââ
âHeh, easy girl.â he jests, dragging his plump lips down the sensitive side of your neck. âMade fun of me fâbeing so needy but look at you.â Running his pretty mouth a mile a minute, you could tell heâs nearing the end of his sanity, as well. Each sensitive twitch of his long shaft massaging deeper and deeper into your g-spot. âCum fâme then- fuck- cumming- cum.â
Your velvety walls are just milking each of his gummy thrusts, gripping onto you through each and every wave of pleasure. Bolts of electricity zap through your veins, and Gojoâs flinging his eyes shut, mouth parting to groan out your name with each spurt of his thick, potent cum. Over and over-
âFuck- fuck, yeah thaâs right.â he slurs, a hand just slamming down on his nearby desk. Like he wanted to break. To ruin. Whispering against your ear, âNow how about we go a few more times to see if I can make twenty minutes without this pretty pussy next time?â
âThirty.â
âDeal.â
A/N. Hope yâall have a lovely lovely week <3
Plagiarism not authorized.
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BestFriend!Simon Riley and his big, beautiful brown eyes. he doesnât think theyâre anything special, but he knows you like them. is it playing dirty when Simon looks at you through his eyelashes when he wants something? maybe, but canât you just let him stay over for the night? heâll be quiet - he always is. your couch is a little too small for him, you donât mind him squeezing into bed with you, right?
BestFriend!Simon Riley that has such dark irises they could be mistaken for black. sometimes you canât tell where his iris stops and his pupil starts. eyes half-lidded, pale eyelashes droopy - Simonâs resting face usually has his eyes looking tired, almost heavy with sleep even when heâs wide awake. if you ignore the way his eyebrows seem to furrow, knitting together for positive and negative emotions alike, his drowsy gaze is almost dreamy - especially when heâs looking at you
BestFriend!Simon Riley who stares at you until you notice. lounging on your couch as you talk to him, your gaze focused on the tv while his is on you. two episodes of your favorite show, thatâs how long Simon was able to stare at you before you noticed - you spared him a few glances, but it never really struck you. he cracks a smile when you ask, âDo I have something on my face?â, a deep hum rumbling in his chest as he shifts his gaze to the tv, pale eyelashes catching the light, âNah, just lookinâ.â
BestFriend!Simon Riley that stares at his ceiling at night, legs crossed and arms behind his head. one of the now rare times he isnât at your place, a rare instance he isnât cozied up and surrounding you. deep, pitch black eyes in the dark room looking up, eyelids heavily with sleep as he dozes off waiting to march back to your place tomorrow, those big, beautiful brown eyes waiting to look at you as he asks to stay over again
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simon riley is such a baby when he's sick :((
he wakes up in the morning drenched in sweat, throat all dry and sore, nose runny and congested, and his body felt like it got ran over.
and he needs his darling to care for him.
simon walks out of the bedroom after realizing you were already up. he finds you in the kitchen putting a tray in the oven, and he clears his throat of mucus to get your attention.
"oh, morning simon," you say with a smile when you spot him, "i just put some muffins in the oven, they'll be ready in a-"
your sentence is cut off when you notice his pale, sickly face. "simon, baby, what's wrong? you look sick? are you feeling well, darling?" you rush towards him, resting the back of your hand against his forehead to check his temperature.
"i think 'm sick," he coughs.
you frown, "you poor thing, you're burning up. go lay down, i'll make some tea and bring you some medicine."
he obliges, clearing his throat as he walks towards the couch. you follow him in the living room soon after with a box of tissues, a damp cloth, a cold bottle of water, and a few pills.
"drink up," you say as you hand him the water and pills. you brush the hair off his forehead and place the cloth on his forehead. simon sighs and leans back against the couch after taking the medicine.
"my poor baby," you mutter as you run your fingers through his hair. "lay back and rest your eyes while i go get your tea," you kiss his clammy cheek before standing up and walking towards the kitchen.
simon watches you go with droopy eyes before resting his head back against the couch. he only realizes that you're back when he feels the couch dip beside him.
"your favorite," you say as you hand him a cup with steam billowing out the top, "i got the muffins out the oven, too. they're cooling off."
he hums and takes a sip of his tea before setting it on the coffee table. "c'mere," simon mutters, his voice raspy. he wraps his arm around your waist and drags you onto his lap. "such a sweet thing, caring for me," he murmurs against your neck.
"you know i love it," you say as you run your hands through his hair. "now rest, i'll wake you up when i have food for you."
he nods and nuzzles his head against your chest, sleep overcoming him quickly due to the comfort of your love and warmth.
he's just a guy who needs someone to care for him and love on him :((
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Hihii...!!! i really love ur HCs and i wanted to ask if you're comfortable with these types of character writing, what r ur headcanons on kenma, kuro, tsuki n maybe suna would act when they're drunk ? like would they be a bit different than their usual self ? sorry to ask a lot but im more curious on ur thoughts on kenma ;; .. write whatever u can, idm ! thank u ehehe have a good one ! >_< <3
" LET'S GET DRUNK! "
summary. theyâre drunk lolz
characters. kenma, kuroo, tsukishima
warnings. afab!reader, drinking/alcohol, post timeskip!!!^^
a/n. yesss i love kenma, many thoughts on him!! heâs my favorite!!! didnât add suna because i donât really know his character that well :( added a kenma bonus to make up for it tho!
KENMA
â i think heâd be a sleepy drunk. he's out as soon as his head hits any soft surfaceâ maybe even before! i feel like he also acts grumpier, mumbling complaints when you wake him up and try to move him (he was passed out on your shoulder in the car, you have to get him to bed!)
â his face gets kinda pink, like heâs blushing. heâs pale, so itâs more noticeable than it would be on someone else. his eyes get droopy and his face sort of relaxes, so he looks mean and tired.
â he stubbles slightly, but he surprisingly manages to maneuver himself pretty well for a drunk person. just donât ask him to do a cartwheel or anything⊠he couldnât even do one of those while sober.
â he doesnât drink often, so heâs a light weight⊠plus heâs skinny and on the smaller side, so he doesnât have to drink much to get a buzz. heâs usually responsible though, but sometimes he celebrates too hard (with a bit of a push from kuroo)
â he doesnât get any more talkative, but heâs less filtered that normal. i donât think heâd be too flirty or mean, but if he got drunk enough he may compliment you a couple times.
BONUS:
â the type to get so drunk he forgets who you are. you come find him to pick him up after someone called you, and heâs face down on the table. you nudge him, trying to gently guide him to stand, but heâs immediately swatting you away, grumbling about how he has a girlfriend.
"leave m' aloneâ got a girlfriend already," he slurs, raising his head to drunkenly glare at you. his eyes narrow further when you laugh.
"kenma⊠iâm youâre girlfriend," you tell him, always finding it a bit amusing when he gets this drunk. heâs not too much of a hassle though, since he usually knocks right out when you get home and tuck him in.
he's silent for a moment, just staring at you up and down. he wears the same expression he has whenever he buys a new video game, excited and in awe.
"reallyâŠ?" he asks, a hopeful tone in his voice. now that heâs looking at you⊠you are really pretty. he really hopes you're his girlfriend.
"yes, really. iâm gonna take you home, okay? cmon," you urge, gently grabbing his arm and helping him stand. he complies this time, his eyebrows raising.
"we live together?" he questions, the situation just getting better and better to him.
"we do," you confirm, another giggle leaving you. it doesnât really hurt your feelings that he doesnât remember, you find it more amusing and entertaining than anything.
"⊠im so lucky," you hear him whisper under his breath, looking at you as you guide him to the car.
KUROO
â he'd be a funny drunk i think⊠a bit of a handful, and is entertaining at first, but eventually gets annoying. his emotions kind of double when heâs intoxicated, and heâs also kind of erratic. really energetic after his first few drinks, but if heâs extra drunk, heâs more emotional.
â his eyes get a little watery, but thatâs about it. he actually looks more lively while heâs drunk, because he makes more facial expressions.
â he canât stand straight at all, especially if heâs had more than a couple drinks. needs support to walk, otherwise he'll fall. heâs heavy though, and puts majority of his weight on you, so sometimes you end up falling anyway.
â he can handle his alcohol pretty well. takes him a few drinks to get a buzz, but he doesnât usually stop there. mostly drinks to celebrate things, or at parties. never drinks alone, thatâs just boring and sad to him.
â probably asks you random stupid questions like "what number am i?" or "what animal would i be?" (follows up that second question with "would you still love me if i was that animal?")
â i think heâs more talkative, but he speaks faster and his words are kinda jumbled, so itâs hard to understand him sometimes. he gets a lot more sappy, constantly complimenting you and telling you that he loves you (he does that all the time already)
"y're sooo pretty, love you s' much."
TSUKISHIMA
â not that much different than when heâs sober, honestly. he gets more mellow, surprisingly, though it might be because alcohol makes him a little sleepy, similar to kenma. he isnât quick to fall asleep, but heâs not energetic and jumping around.
â his face is more relaxed, which makes him look even more intimidating and mean. his eyes get a little red around the edges, but thatâs mostly it.
â stubbles quite a bit and holds things for support. if you try to help him, heâll snip and you and complain that he doesnât need your help to walk. (he does, and eventually gives in and leans on you a bit when he almost falls on his face)
â also a lightweight. doesnât go drinking unless heâs invited, and even then heâs usually the designated driver. on top of that, he hates being hung over, and he hates throwing up, so he rarely gets super drunk. kuroo tries to persuade him sometimes, but the most he gets his a little tipsy.
â probably gets into debates with people about certain topics that he likes, arguing with them about facts and opinions. he usually wins. even when heâs drunk, heâs still quick witted.
â he fights you on everything, insisting heâs fine and "not drunk" whenever you try to help him. you end up ignoring his complaints and just assist him with changing and getting into bed anyway. heâs asleep pretty quickly, especially if you run his back/scalp.
"i donât need helpâ i'm not even that drunk!"
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hi!!!! im wondering if you could do a story about idol mingyu, idol reader, and a story about how mingyu couldnt control himself after seeing his girlfriend perform a hot performance on an end of the year award show because she looked stunning, and he also then accidentally reveals their relationship. TYSM!!đ
content: idol!mingyu x idol!reader, established relationship, secret relationship, mingyu is a simp, afab reader, public embarrassment (not really), part of my lil idol!mingyu universe (even though ive created three separate aus of it oops), dry humping, penetrative sex, mentions of fingering, etc.
wc: 1429
a/n: thank u for requesting i love writing idol aus hehe hope u enjoy <3
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as a seasoned idol, mingyu was expected by now to have a pristine ability hold restraint in any and every public situation that required it.
there were certain ways in which he was expected to act while in the public eye.
for instance, he could never outwardly express discomfort at the few awkward fancalls he had to participate in. nor could he show dislike towards the few members of the industry he didn't quite get along with.
but above all, he was absolutely never to wear the lust he felt for you on his face in such a public setting.
especially not during an awards show that was being streamed internationally.
even more so while the camera was focused on seventeen for their reactions of your performance.
but mingyu was just a man after all. a man who was thoroughly and proudly obsessed with you.
except this was meant to be a secret kept between the two of you (and maybe a few other people you had let in on the secret).
so mingyu immediately knew he was fucked the moment your set had begun and you came out wearing the tiniest little number he had ever seen. it hugged your body perfectly, highlighting his favorite parts in the most delicious ways.
it might've been fine if that had been it, but your pretty outfit was also accompanied by the most sinful of sets he had ever seen you do.
watching you grind and twist yourself in ways that reminded him of the many hours spent between the sheets with you was just not something mingyu knew how to witness without it eliciting a reaction out of him.
and sadly for mingyu, his face told every single one of his emotions.
his droopy and lustful eyes said everything they needed to say on their own, but they were also accompanied by the constant biting and licking of his lips as he watched you.
the one thing he didn't realize, however, was that the camera had been on him that whole time, airing his reactions to your performance for everyone out there to see. it had even managed to capture the gruttal groan he'd let out the moment you started grinding sensually on the floor (in a fashion similar to the way you did to him so many times before).
it wasn't until one boo seungkwan kicked him from under the table to get him to react like something other than an animal in heat and clap for you like a normal human being.
but the damage was done, and now so he felt extremely self conscious for the remainder of the show, not knowing what type of rumors to expect to see the following morning.
for now, though, his priority was to catch you during the intermediate time between your show and that of his own group. fortunately for him, there was one group going between your group and his, allowing him a believable excuse to head backstage with his members and go astray as he looked for you before your own group had to head back.
without so much as a single word, he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to the nearest empty room he could find, immediately locking the two of you in there as his eyes got a fill on you in your current ensemble; the main instigator of this whole predicament.
"gyu, what the hell are you-"
"no talking. fuck. please, just-" there was genuine desperation in his words. his frantic eyes showed how badly he wanted you, but he didnt even know where to start. so he let his body take control of his actions.
it started with a rough yet sensual kiss against your lips as his hands got a feel of your body. he groped and caressed every inch of you, his lust growing more and more by the second.
"made me make a fool of myself out there, baby," he grunted, lips now trailing down your exposed shoulder, making their way up and down your neck with wet kisses, "couldnt keep my eyes off you the whole time."
"g-gyu," you were defeated against him, allowing your body to be handled however he wanted as long as he kept touching you. he relished on this.
"they saw everything. the way i couldnt keep my eyes off of you ... the way one single look at you can get me on my knees in one instant, fuck", he uncovered as much of your body as he could, raising your skirt while lowering your shirt, "they all know how much i want you."
but you didnt process nor care for his words as he ground his solid member against your now bare cunt (sans some very thin seamless panties that accompanied your skirt), completely lost to the delirious feeling his cock gave you even through his pants.
he kept whispering in your ear just how badly you'd affected him just now, how everyone now knew how pretty you must look when you ride him â all while he hastily lowered his pants and moved your own panties aside, plunging inside as soon as you gave him the okay.
"f-fuck ... feel so fucking good, baby," he breathed against your ear.
he lifted one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist in order to get a better angle as he thrust desperately into you. the praises leaving his mouth never stopped, only getting less and less intelligible as his arousal grew.
"o-oh, gyu ... right there ..."
"there? fuck ... baby likes it when i fuck her right there?", his taunts were followed by harsher thrusts, causing your nails to dig into his bare arms, "a-ah, shit! 'm baby's gonna leave her mark on me, huh? yeah ... go ahead, pretty. let everyone know i'm yours .."
"m-mine!"
"mhm, gorgeous, just like you're all mine," he opted to carry you now, holding you up against the wall as he moved your body to his pleasing, "fuck, wish i could mark you. show everyone who you belong to," he buried his face in your neck, simply opting to breathe in your scent as he landed soft kisses on the length of your neck.
"do it!," you begged mindlessly, "please? wan' everyone t-to know 'm yours," you babbled.
"fuck," he groaned before following your direction and beginning to nip at the naked skin of your neck. quickly he left a few blossoms of red on your skin, knowing that the moment you went out there, people would be able to spot a few from afar.
with his face buried in your neck, he timed himself so he could orgasm with you, having mastered the art of playing with your clit just at the right time to synchronize your highs.
mingyu stayed glued to you for a while, unwilling to let go as he panted against your neck, attempting to even out his breathing.
"how are you gonna go and perform out there completely out of breath and with scratches on your shoulders?", you giggled.
"i ... oh, fuck."
it was too late for him to realize that although you wouldn't be too scrutinized for your disheveled appearance due to your performance being over with, he, on the other hand, would still have to go out there and dance in front of a huge audience. the error of his ways was lost on him the moment he hardened under his pants at the mere sight of you dancing.
but hell, it had been worth it.
"baby, just ask your stylist for a jacket, okay?", you disconnected from him, knowing it was almost time for him to perform.
you pulled your clothes back together, wincing at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and grabbing some nearby napkins to clean yourself as much as possible, as well as him. once the two of you were presentable, you gave your boyfriend a kiss for goodluck and headed back to your seat while mingyu walked over to his members backstage.
though no dramatic dating scandal broke out that day, various rumors questioning mingyu's lustful eyes during your performance began sparking up, with some people making the connection in the timeline of his mishap and your sudden reappearance in the crowd, with a messy, post-sex look accompanying both you and mingyu.
despite hybe ignoring any and every article insinuating anything between the two of you, you had now created a subsection of fans who were dedicated to unveiling what they were sure (and correct) was a secret love affair between the two of you.
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Hello, Iâve always been impressed by your design decisions so I wanted to ask: are there any Pokemon or trainers that have really spoken to you design-wise? Not necessarily your favorite, but left a strong impression on you.
Hope the rest of your day goes well! ^^
Aw thanks so much! I love character design, it was my first passion before storyboarding actually
Here's my faves:
RYME!!!! They nailed that older gen rapper look. Backwards cap, sequins, lots of gold and a puffy jacket! Also I'm not quite sure this is the intention with her shoes but they kinda look like grillz which is sick. I'm a sucker for a limited palette so the black, gold with turquoise accents in her nails, mic, earrings and eyes spoke to me. Also OF COURSE her hair (you're gonna se this pattern for the next two LOL). Making her locks look like a skeleton??? Genius. I love the hand bone for the front and the hip bone for the back. Literally one of the coolest trainer designs pokemon's ever given us.
GRANT! Just an immediately readable design. Oh, he looks like a rock climber, must be a rock type gym leader. Simple fit, I love a sleek black top. The carabiner, climber straps and chalk holder add a little more complexity to the design but not too much. It's a smart choice with how wild his hair is. I feel like if you do too much in the fit AND the hair, you risk your design feeling overdesigned and busy. I love that his hair is meant to look like a rock/cliffs with the holds! The holds add a nice dash of color without being too much.
AMARYS <3 It's the fact that she's in uniform but still has a design that immediately caught my eye. But to her being in uniform, I find it really cool that the other Elite 4 members really alter theirs or have accessories that make the uniforms feel like their own or really different but Amarys doesn't really. It goes to show how rigid she is and gives you the impression that she's a very "follow the rules" kind of person. Her main accessory seems to be her boots which just LOOK heavy, and sleek and look like they have bolts in them. It really makes her design feel bottom heavy and grounded which I feel is appropriate for a steel type trainer. Now, hair. Look at her hair. SO GOOD. I loveeee that pokemon is utilizing black hairstyles like this. Her hair being screws that kinda resemble banto knots is so CUTE. The could have left her hair at that but the braid across her forehead adds a nice asymmetrical aspect to her design. It's so cool that it mirrors her pocketwatch chain, creating a focal point on the school crest. And lastly her glasses! Super cute, I think it's cool that it gives the illusion of bottom lashes which makes her eyes feel a little more droopy or sad than they really are. It just really brings her facial features all together and helps sell her personality.
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Junie Laughs - M.S
summary: four month old June laughs for the first time. dad!matt x reader - blurb
"Is daddy just so silly, Junie?" I beam at her belly laughs, each one more contagious than the last.
She has never laughed this hard before, it was a real one.
My heart swells as I record the moment, capturing the joy lighting up her face. Matt looks over at me with wide eyes and I cackle in disbelief of how genuine her laugh is.
At just 4 months old, she's giving us her first real laugh, not the little ones we'd try and poke out of her.
"Do you hear her?" He asks in pure shock, his whole face lit up in awe.
I nod quickly and look back to June, who's sticking her fingers in her mouth and looking up at Matt expectantly.
He leans in close again, using his animated, high-pitched voice, "Who's the cutest, most perfect, most amazing little girlâŠJunie is! You just love smiling big for daddy, my happy girl."
His excitement mirrors hers, and her squeals grow louder as she kicks her tiny feet, her laughter bubbling over once again.
He tickles her belly and smushes multiple kisses into her cheek, completely unbothered by the slobber coating her face. Her eyes squeeze shut in pure delight and when he pulls back, they pop open immediately, searching for him, eager for more.
She coos at him, dribbling a bit but Matt wipes it away with a his sleeve mindlessly. I get a quick glance at her droopy eyes and I know she's fighting sleep. It's getting close to her bedtime, which we had been doing pretty well with establishing a routine.
Right after her bath, before settling her in the crib, we always lay together in our bed. Itâs become our little ritual, just the three of us cuddled close until she gets sleepy enough to drift off.
"Matt, you're getting her all worked up and she has to go to bed," I try to reason with him, but I can't help the smile on my face when she looks in my direction with her sparkling blue eyes. I shift to lie on my stomach next to her, propping my head up on my hand while Matt stays in front of her.
He continues to tickle her, pretending to bite her cheek and smothering her with kisses. Her squeals are so intense, I can hear the little gasps she takes in between, and it makes me a little nervous.
âMatt,â I warn softly, but heâs already backing off, laughing as he does.
He gives her a moment to catch her breath, his hands resting lightly on her belly as she hiccups through the last of her giggles, still smiling up at him. But I can tell her energy is fading fast, her little fists clench and unclench while her eyelids flutter, fighting to stay open.
"But she's so happy," Matt says through a smile, tracing his finger lightly over the curve of her cheek. "Tell mommy you want to stay up and hang with us," he teases, talking to her as she rubs her eyes, her full lips forming a slight pout.
She yawns this time, her tiny hands reaching up for Mattâs face, but her movements are slower now, her head lolling to the side for a moment.
I sigh, knowing it's only a matter of minutes before she's fussy and no longer our happy girl.
"Okay, okay, itâs bedtime, kid," Matt relents, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
He lifts her gently off the bed, cradling her close before laying her on his chest and leaning back against the pillows. I join them, resting against the headboard, feeling the calm settle over the room.
June was such a good baby. All the research I did on colic and sleep regressions felt unnecessary in the end. She was the textbook definition of an easy baby.
We got extremely lucky, especially as first-time parents.
The first couple of months of her life, she really just slept most of the time. But now her little personality is starting to set in and every day she's seems to learn something new.
She's been starting to babble more and making tons of sounds now. Her favorite at the moment is "bah-bah," which usually turns into a string of "babababababa" when she's particularly happy. Matt thinks it means she's closer to saying "dada," but I'm pretty sure it's "mama."
Time will tell.
She loves her stuffed black cat that Nick got her when we brought her home. It's sometimes the only thing that will calm her down during a rare meltdown. And Chris? He's her absolute favorite playmate and snuggle buddy. They've formed a sweet routine over these past few weeks. Every morning after her first feeding, they lay together the couch while he slowly wakes up.
It's a little tight with all of us in the house, especially with all of the baby furniture and toys everywhere. But we make it work. It's so much easier than if Matt and I were on our own.
Chris and Nick help us out so much, especially in the mornings so we can catch a break. They usually take over so Matt and I can get showered or run errands.
It truly takes a village to raise a child and we're all learning together.
Junie being so little definitely makes living in such close quarters easier. But we already notice how fast she's growing, and itâs made Matt and I seriously consider getting our own house so everyone can have the space they need. Itâs a topic thatâs been looming over our heads ever since we brought her home.
As much as we love Nick and Chris around, living under one roof is not realistic long term.
I shake those thoughts away and instead focus back on Junie who's still fighting sleep against Matt's chest, her tiny fingers clenching his shirt.
"Every day I wake up and I can't believe she's real," I say, my voice soft, filled with awe. "I don't even remember life before her,"
Matt smiles warmly, his eyes never leaving June as she starts to drift off. "I know. It's like she's always been part of us."
Her cheek is smushed into his shirt, and her tiny ear rests right over his heart, the steady rhythm lulling her further into sleep.
June always falls asleep easily with any of us, but listening to mine or Matt's heartbeat was a guaranteed way to knock her out.
She melts into him, going limp in his hold as she stares at me through her heavy eyelids. I turn on my side and reach my hand over to trace her soft face. She stops fighting sleep then, succumbing to her tiredness.
Matt gently strokes June's back, his fingers tracing delicate patterns against her tiny frame. Once her grip on Matt's shirt loosens completely, I know she's asleep.
"Aaand, she's out cold," I whisper in victory and Matt peeks down at her, a proud smile spreading across his face.
He leans down, placing a long kiss on the top of her head and pausing to inhale deeply.
âI donât think Iâll ever understand how she smells like actual heaven,â he says softly against her hair.
"I know, right? I don't understand it either. I could sniff her head all day," I agree, inching a little closer.
I keep staring at him, and he catches on, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.
His expression shifts, a knowing smile creeping onto his face as he realizes Iâm watching him closely.
He raises an eyebrow, playful suspicion in his voice. "What?"
"Nothing," I draw out a bit, my eyes fluttering slowly.
"You were staring pretty hard there," he quips back, his gaze flickering to my lips briefly before meeting my eyes again, a mischievous glint in his own.
"You just look really hot with a baby on you," I tease, a smirk tugging on my lips as I watch his face for a reaction.
Matt raises an eyebrow, trying to suppress a grin. "Easy there."
"M'just saying." I shrug innocently, enjoying seeing him squirm a bit.
His gaze drops to June, then back to me, his grin finally winning. "So, what, are you trying to say I should just walk around with a baby on me all the time now?"
"Wouldn't be the worst thing..." I reply with a smirk, leaning a little closer. Matt shakes his head, the smile never leaving his face as he rubs his eyes.
His chest rises and falls with a quiet chuckle, but June remains blissfully asleep against his chest. "Youâre ridiculous, kid."
"Dare I say... DILF?" I tease further, raising an eyebrow.
Matt smirks. "Well, if I'm a DILF, then you're definitely a MILF."
"I would sure fucking hope so. I only carried your child for nine months, went through 20 hours of labor and then birthed her. Seems like the least I could get out of it," I say mainly lightheartedly.
Matt chuckles softly, "Don't worry, sweetheart, you've always been a MILF in my eyes," he says with warmth and affection, his hand finding mine and gently bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.
I snort with a slight chuckle, "Good save."
He winks at me, then looks back down at June, her tiny fingers curled into his shirt. "Seriously though, we made a perfect little human, didnât we?"
I nod, "Yeah, we really did."
We hear a few gentle knocks at Matt's door, and I softly tell them to come in. The door creaks open slowly, and Chris pops his head in, his usual mischievous grin already on his face. I put a finger over my lips, motioning to June sleeping.
"Aw, is she already out?" he whispers in a sing-song voice, walking over quietly to take a peek at her.
"Yep, just went down." I answer quietly.
He places his hands on his hips and pouts at her, "Sleepy Junie," Chris coos, his expression softening as he watches her sleep.
"Chris, you missed it," I whisper excitedly. "She was losing it before, laughing at Matt. I thought she was going to pass out... I got it all on video."
Chris's eyes widen. "No way! I can't believe I missed it, you gotta send me that shit," he says.
"It was so fucking cute, dude. She'd never laughed like that before," Matt chimes in, shaking his head.
Chris turns his attention back to Matt, rocking back and forth on his feet. I can already tell heâs gearing up to ask for something.
"Dude, you down to play fort for a few? I can't play with Nick again, he's fucking trash." He huffs, taking his hat off to adjust his hair before placing it back on.
Matt glances at me, stifling a laugh before carefully shifting June so sheâs cradled more securely against him.
He shakes his head at Chris. "Really, dude? She just fell asleep."
Chris is relentless though, "Bro, come on, just a few rounds," he pleads, eyes darting between Matt and me.
I sigh, turning to Matt and giving him a small smile.
"You can put her in the crib now, she should be okay. Go play for a bit if you want." I nod toward the door, and from the corner of my eye, I catch Chris fist-pumping in silent victory.
Matt is grown and doesn't need my permission for anything, especially playing video games with his brother. But I know he would never go without me giving the green light.
"You sure?" Matt asks, glancing between me and June.
"Yeah, go ahead. Iâm going to read for a bit" I reassure him with a smile.
He hesitates for a moment, clearly torn, before he finally relents, nodding. "Alright, Iâll be back in a bit."
As he carefully stands up, cradling June in his arms, I watch Chris bouncing on his heels, clearly excited.
I hear Junie's soft grunts as Matt places her in the crib in the corner of the room. We ended up having to move his desk up to the loft where the old podcast room was.
Matt shushes her gently, pausing for a second and watching her, making sure she's fully settled. He stands up and lets out a breath of relief when she doesn't wake up, his shoulders visibly relaxing.
He turns to me with a small, tired smile, like we've just dodged a tiny grenade.
"That was close," he whispers, shaking his head as he steps back from the crib. "Let me know if you need anything, okay? I'll be back in a couple hours," Matt tells me as Chris waits for him by the door.
I nod. "Oh, Chris?"
"Yeah?" He answers, rubbing his hands together.
"If you wake up June with your screaming, you're the one putting her back to bed." I say with a sweet smile, and I see Matt cover his mouth as he laughs softly.
Chris freezes. his eyes wide before sheepishly nodding. "Noted."
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pain reliever.
âŻâ summary. migraines. migraines never end.
âŻâ a/n. oh my god im so sick of being in pain someone just make it end-
âŻâ characters. aventurine. gn reader.
âŻâ cw. reader in physical pain (migraines, light sensitive eyes). comfort. all lowercase. aventurine is now designated weighted blankie.
"another migraine, huh?"
aventurine chimes in, his voice soft as a feather â without its typical sassy and teasing edge, too. he stands behind you as you rest on the sofa in his penthouse, your sluggish body flush against the puffy back cushions. his hands rest on the tops of the cushions, caging either side of your head as he stares down at you, your head tilted back to look up at him.
of course, the seating is about as lavish and comfortable as it comes â you wouldn't expect anything less from your eccentric boyfriend.
"yup." you don't even nod, and your words are barely louder than a pained whisper.
"you poor thing," he coos, "here. take it." he offers his rose-tinted sunglasses to you, to help subdue some of the bright lighting coming from the ceiling.
you stare for a long, hard (and painful) moment at the sunglasses offered to you. without another moment thinking about if the rose-tinted lens will actually help with negating some pain, you take the accessory by its temples and slide them on. you then look up at him through the rosy glass, your eyes half-lidded and your expression droopy.
"adorable." he grins, a genuine one he reserves for you â only for you. "now, how about i look for some meds, huh? i bought some recently for times like these." he reaches out a gloved hand, intending on gently petting your head, but ends up holding himself back. his hand awkwardly hovers above your face before it rests back down on the sofa back.
"...you did that? for me?" you blink, eyes widening momentarily with knitted brows.
"i sure did. i can't have my favorite person being in debilitating pain every time i see them, yeah? it's no fun that way." he chuckles breathily before leaning down to press a chaste, feather-light kiss to your exposed forehead.
"i wouldn't call it debilitating, per se..." you drawl, but smile from his tender ministrations.
"well, we'll have to agree to disagree, then," he shakes his head. "i'll be right back. you try to rest some." he walks away, dimming the lights in the living room as he leaves to look for the medication he mentioned.
"thank you, vasha..." you mumble, watching him walk away â his stride holds significantly less bravado to it when it's just the two of you. it's...relaxed.
when he returns with two pills and a cup of cool water in hand, he finds you laying down on the sofa â curled up in a tight, little ball of..., well, pain. he hates seeing you in pain, much less so this frequently. but he masks his concern just enough to not make you worry about him being worried. it's almost ironic.
"hey," he whispers, voice even softer than earlier, "c'mon, time to take your meds~." he teases a little as he bends over enough to meet your scrunched up face, hoping to lighten your mood.
"alright, alright..." you grumble, "thank you, nurse." you tiredly grin at him before pulling yourself up into a seated but slouched position.
"aww, i bet you'd like to see me all dressed up like a cute little nurse, huh?" he jokes while handing you the pills and cup.
"...i will neither confirm nor deny that allegation." you scoff playfully, and then you take the medication as instructed â of course, you down all the water too. or else a certain gambler will get on your case.
"pfft, figures." he snickers, taking a seat beside you on the sofa, slinging an arm on the top of the back cushions.
after setting the empty cup down on the accessory table next to the armrest, you glance at him with weary eyes. but to him, it looks like you're about to beg for somethingâ
"be my blanket."
perhaps "beg" was a poor word choice. that sounded far more like a demand.
"...your blanket...?" he blinks on repeat, looking somewhat bewildered.
"yes. lay on top of me." you blink back, but your expression lacks any sort of discernible emotion. "it's...comforting."
"well," he starts with an awkward, stiff chuckle, "if you insist. i'll gladly be your blanket, then." he smiles and shakes his head.
you lay on your back, opening your arms to him before he settles on top of you â he's the best height and weight to be a nice, warm weighted blanket. he rests his head on your chest as his body sits between your legs. you sigh in contentment, and you swear this is what real perfection feels like.
warm, safe, quiet.
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I Don't Want You Like A Bestfriend - S.H
Pairing - Bestfriend!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
WC - 2.3k
Warnings - mentions of anxiety, reader not liking large gatherings, swearing, alcohol (reader works at a bar). As always, let me know if I missed anything!
AN - Part 2 of the Dress mini series! This could technically be a standalone fic, but for the full context I would recommend reading part 1 :)Â
Dress Series - Pt 1, Pt 2
December 1987
2 bowls of popcorn and 4 movies later, youâre laying on opposite ends of your twin bed with your best friend; gossiping lazily with droopy eyelids.
âI cannot go to their wedding without a date, Rob.â looking at her exasperated, âThatâs like, totally embarrassing! Steveâs gonna have this Madonna-ey, bombshell blonde and with giant boobs and I'm gonna bring who? My cousin? Not happening.â You say with finality.
âWell forgive me,â Robin deadpans. âI only know like,â She gestures dramatically, trying to count in her head, â7 boys!â
May 1985
Immediately upon opening your eyes, youâre met with the blinding pain of your too big brain bouncing around inside your skull and a foreboding sense of dread upon recalling the way you behaved the night before.
You could only remember bits and pieces of the wretched night, but you were humiliated nonetheless. Had you said something you shouldnât have? Your stomach churns at the thought and briefly you fear you might yak again.
A few weeks later, you were walking the stage, diploma in hand. Steve had broken up with Nancy Wheeler the week following prom. Feigning some bullshit about him leaving for college; not wanting to do long distance. Those cliche, overused excuses that everyone knows loosely translate to âI donât love you anymore.â
Steve didnât even get into tech, unbeknownst to Nancy. He was dodgy when you asked him about their breakup. âI just felt like we didnât make sense anymore, you know? But it-â he sighed, âitâs just, itâs not like I could say that to her.âÂ
You didnât want to push the subject further, despite your bewilderment. Part of you felt desperately guilty at the idea that you may have been the catalyst for what happened to their relationship. You didnât dare ask, though. Maybe you didnât want to know, or maybe you just didnât want to make it about yourself.Â
December 1987
The Wandering Dog was especially busy tonight. Folks trying to escape their in-laws for a few hours during the holiday season, college kids home for break trying to get wasted; and all of it was your problem. The pay was nice, you made good tips bartending. Right as you watch someone knock over an entire tray of drinks, a familiar head of hair makes its way to sit in front of you at the bar. Distracting, but not enough to suppress the groan that leaves your throat when it dawns on you that those drinks are your mess to clean up later.
âSteve-o,â you force a smile at him, âwhat can I do for ya on this..lovely evening?â
âCanât a guy visit his favorite lady without needing a reason?â He lilts.
You try not to let on how flustered you feel at his usage of âfavorite ladyâ.Â
âYou hate this bar, youâre also technically banned-â he cuts you off with a wave of his hand âStill? Seriously? It was one time-â Your turn to interrupt, âNo actually, year prior? That was your first warning.â Youâre met with a roll of the eyes, forgetting how utterly sassy heâs become in the last few years. You canât decide whether you love or hate the development.
âI actually uh,â he runs a hand through his hair- a nervous habit, âI wanted to ask you something,â. You look at him quizzically, unable to pinpoint what's caused such a sudden shift in his demeanor.
âOkayâŠâ you draw out the last syllable, more confused than unkind. âSpill it Hairspray, youâre kind of freaking me out.â you give an awkward chuckle. Your friendship is hardly what youâd consider serious. Sure, youâve had your share of late night, existential conversations; but you can count on one hand the amount of times youâve made the other actually nervous.
He clears his throat, âsorry yeah, sorry. I was wondering uh, ifyouwouldbemydatetojoyceandhopperswedding.â
The rest of his sentence comes out as one jumbled word. You do a double take when you finally process what heâs asking, and you choke a little on the Coke you were sipping. âWhat?-â
â-As friends!â he blurts loudly as his hands shoot out in front of him in a defensive gesture, âobviously, as friends. Thatâs- what I meant.â his words lose confidence every time he opens his mouth.
You stare for a little too long, mouth hanging open like a trout. âYou donât..already have a date?â You hope he doesnât take offense to the inquiry. Steve Harrington can most certainly find a plus one to a simple wedding.
âYeah I- something like that,â his mouth opens like heâs going to explain further before deciding against it; settling on a lopsided smile instead. Heâs terrified heâs blown his cover. If he had given any effort at all to the endeavor, surely he wouldâve been able to find a date. Fancy car, rich parents, million dollar smile and his infallible charm. The problem was that he didnât want to go with another Heidi. Another Jessica. Another Stacy.
He wanted to go with you.
Even if it meant just as friends. You two were just friends.
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Joyce and Hopperâs wedding was at Pokagon State Park, and the drive up was less than stellar. 3 hours stuffed inside a cramped BMW with Robin, Eddie, and Vickie. You were fortunate enough to be riding shotgun next to Steve for the trip, Eddie muttering something about âdate privilegeâ.
When you arrived at the cabin youâd be sharing with your 4 friends, you were a little mortified. There was a room for Vickie and Robin, and Eddie claimed the pullout couch almost immediately. This leaves one more room. With one bed. For you and Steve Harrington. Itâs possible Joyce may have misinterpreted the reality of your situation when booking the rooming accommodations.
If it bothered Steve, he didnât show it. You guys had had sleepovers before, but almost never in the same bed. His house had a plethora of guest bedrooms, and your father would be found dead before he let a boy sleep in your room, even at the ripe age of 20.
Weâre adults, you think. We can be mature about this.
There isnât much time to dwell on it before youâre being stuffed by Robin into a too tight, wine red bridesmaid dress.
âI feel sick,â you say, groaning. âDo not barf on me,â she warns with a stern look, though you can tell sheâs not really annoyed. âI really like these shoes.â Despite the itchy fabric of the dress and the obnoxiously loud color, you do look breathtakingly beautiful. Red has always been your color.Â
âHey dingus! Stop gawking and zip me would you?â Robin lightly kicks you with her bare foot, taking you out of your own head. When you exit the bathroom, youâre immediately met with the 2 boys. Even Eddie, who you donât believe youâve ever seen not in ripped jeans, cleans up nice.
Steve looksâŠstrapping. Not handsome in the boyish way youâre used to. Heâs all slicked hair, cufflinks and well-pressed wool. He meets your gaze and you swear his pupils dilate just slightly. An arm is offered to walk you to his car. He smells like cinnamon and cedar, woodsy and spice. He opens the passenger door for you and God, heâs a gentleman.
Itâs going to be a long night.
-Â
The venue was terribly charming. Floor to ceiling windows highlight the snow falling outside in big, fat flakes over the water. The room was lit entirely by yellow string lights, casting a permanent warm hue over the lodge.
On a table clad in lace, there were 5 notecards scribbled on in cursive ink. The one that adorned your name was directly adjacent to one that read Steve Harrington. They were paired with party favors wrapped neatly with a white silk bow.
Steve wanted to pull out your chair for you. He wanted to sit beside you with his hand in yours. Hell, he wouldâve bought you a corsage if he thought it appropriate. A death by a thousand cuts; he was again reminded of the fact that you were not his, and he was not yours.
You were unable to identify the source of the nagging anxiety you felt. You were never partial to big gatherings like this, but the unease you were experiencing now was different. All you could do was relax, and try to enjoy the reception. Try not to pay mind to the stark, masculine presence sitting beside you.
The newlywedsâ first dance was to the beloved âNever Tear Us Apartâ By INXS. You think about how remarkably fitting a song it was for them and everything they had endured together. The restlessness you had previously felt started to steadily fade after that; laughing and chatting with your friends. It started to feel..normal, for a while.
Just then, like some sick esoteric joke, you hear the unmistakable beginning notes of âIâll Be Over Youâ by Toto. When you turn to your left, Steve has a poorly concealed, shit-eating grin on his face.
In the most sober tone he can muster through his unseriousness, he asks, âCan I have this dance?â while extending his hand to you. He prays you donât notice it trembling slightly. Itâs the undeniable corniness of his request that manages to strangle a laugh out of you.
 âI thought youâd never ask.â
With one hand delicately placed on your hip, he threads the other one with your own fingers as he starts to sway. You clumsily try to match his rhythm; so nervous that youâre becoming uncoordinated. His chest is nearly touching yours, and your noses are a hairsbreadth apart. It feels profoundly intimate.
'as soon as forever is through, I'll be over you.'
He leans his head down so his lips just brush your ear as he whispers, âYou okay?â
You scoff, unconvincingly. âYeah, why wouldnât I be?â You know he can see right through you. Itâs fruitless to try and deceive him.
âYou just seem,â he gives your waist a small squeeze, âa little tense.â You swallow hard.
âJust say the word and I'll take you home.â âHomeâ meaning back to the cabin. Not the comforting safety of your own bed back in Hawkins. You appreciate his earnestly either way.
âI know, Steve.â you lilt, trying to lighten the intensity of the moment with a teasing tone. You rest your head against his shoulder, if only so you donât have to keep holding his all-consuming gaze.
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Despite the thermostat being set at a comfortable 75 degrees, you were still shivering slightly. You always ran cold. You stood in front of a dusty vanity mirror trying to extend your arms behind your back far enough to unzip this godforsaken dress.
You felt him more than you saw him. Steveâs presence displaces the air in the room as one does to water when they sink down into a steaming bath: noticeably, and comfortably. You pay him no mind as you continue to struggle with the zipper. Mulling around the same room; busy with your separate tasks, this was familiar to you. Not often did you have to acknowledge the other for them to know you were grateful for their company.
âNeed a hand with that?â he asks, slightly amused as he saunters over to you.
You hesitate for a moment before looking over your shoulder and offering him a shy smile, âYeah, if you wouldnât mind?â You know he doesnât.
His scent envelopes you like a thick fog when he approaches you. His calloused fingers pinch the clasp and pull it down its tracks slowly. The sound is piercing in the quiet of your shared room; your senses dialed up to 11. You can feel his warm, freshly minty breath fan over your shoulders and the nape of your neck. Your arms erupt in goosebumps at the sensation.
He stands there, he realizes, longer than he needs to.Â
âOkay Iâm gonna-â âThere you go-â you both speak at the same time.Â
You huff an awkward breath of a laugh before you finish your thought, âIâm gonna..go change.â you throw a thumb behind you in the direction of the ensuite. âRight, yeah,â he shakes his head as if to escape his own thoughts; his turn to act shy.
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Lying in bed, youâre suddenly grateful that Steve has always been something of a personal space heater. The warmth he radiates makes you want to curl into him, against your better judgment. The silence in the room is deafening; the only sounds to be heard are rhythmic breathing and the creaking of the ancient plumbing.
âCan I tell you a secret?â Steveâs voice is hoarse, no doubt from the boisterous singing heâd been doing earlier in the evening. Still, youâre grateful for the crack in the wall that's been plastered between you.
âI like secrets,â
âI hate weddings.â
The stiff fabric of the pillowcase crinkles as you turn your head to look at him.
âI am happy for them, itâs not that,â he starts, âitâs just, what if itâs never me up there ya know?â Â Itâs not that heâs scared heâll never marry; itâs that heâs scared heâll never marry you.
You want to reach out for him then. Hold his face in your hands and tell him you understand. There are so many unspoken words between you. Things unsaid, but implied. The desire to yell and scream and confess how much you love him is overwhelming.
âSteve. Youâre only twenty,â smiling lightheartedly, âthereâs so much time for you. There are plenty of women out there that would be delighted to swear themselves to you for eternity. Believe me.â You chuckle and pretend like the reason you know that to be the truth isnât because youâre one of them.
âI know, I know,â he brings a hand up to card through his bed mussed hair, âyouâre right, itâs silly.â
âI didnât say it was silly,â you elbow his side gently, consequently moving your body closer to his.
He doesnât say anything then. Instead, his hand cautiously moves over the bed until itâs touching yours; intertwining your pinkies. He doesnât breathe, as if any sudden movements might scare you like a frightened doe. If he breathes, you might remember youâre not supposed to be doing this.
âIf weâre not married by the time weâre,â he pretends to ponder, â32, will you marry me?â
You laugh, the unexpected loudness of it making you cringe a little, âyes,â
âPromise?â He sounds deadly serious.
You tighten your pinky around his, âPromise.â
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Mates By Fate
Various Hybrid!Characters x Human!Fem!Reader.
Plot: The adoption center is filled with many different hybrids from all sorts. But when one gets a whiff of your scent that they canât help but get excited to see you.
Characters: Rabbit!Izuku midoriya, Wolf!Katsuki Bakugo, Dog!Eijiro Kirishima, Cat!Shoto Todoroki
Warnings: quick adoption, licking, love at first sight, mention of dark past, not much.
Rabbit! Izuku Midoriya
The building was filled with all types of noises, from barks to meows, even some growls. Some hybrids were out playing and doing their own things, some playing in groups outside or maybe they enjoyed their own company. Izuku was watching a movie that had come on just in time for his break. All hybrids get a break from the others to focus on themselves if needed, and he decided to watch his favorite movie. Super Hybrid: All might. Oh, how he adored the movie and the man it was about. His room filled with decorations of Allmight himself, posters on every wall.
He couldnât keep his eyes off the screen when the scene came on. Allmight fighting a bad guy, his tail smacking him around from place to place. It was like watching it for the first time, he was on the edge of his seat cheering at the screen for his hero. Not much could get his attention away from this movie, so when a scent came into his nose it peaked his interest. What was that smell? So sweet, soft yet bold, how could something smell so perfect? His flappy ears stood up and his attention drew to the hallway where his door was cracked open. Grabbing the remote be paused the movie and walked to the door.
He poked his head out slowly to see what was going on and if he could find the source of the smell. Then he saw the owner of the adoption center in the middle of the hallway, then a woman standing next to her about three doors down. A hybrid with droopy ears likes his but brown, the hybrid rubbed her head against the new womanâs hand as she smiled. When he saw you, he felt the world crash onto him with a kick to the chest.
Mate.
The words rang through his head and made his body tense up at the thought of having you in his life. But, he couldnât have a mate? And not someone as pretty as you? He cheeks heated up while staring at you with wide eyes frozen in the doorway to his room. He could hear your conversation but didnât truly listen, the words sounding like muffles to him. But a few seconds later your head turned when the owner said something and you looked right at him.
He yelps and slips back into his room quickly from being caught and your attention. His heart raced as fast as it could go as he panicked over every detail. Did you really see him? Was he imagining you here? What if this was a dream and heâd wake up mateless again? What if you donât want him as a mate anyway? So many questions ran through his speedy head and made him panic.
âIzuku,â the old womanâs sweet voice called him out of his thoughts as she walked into the open room. âWe have a visitor, like to meet them?â Your frame shuffled into the room and waved softly, the smile on your lips look like heaven. All he could do is stare and mumble nervously with words you couldnât understand.
âHeâs shy, but heâs a good hybrid to have around.â You nodded and reached into your pocket and his attention calmed down at the other scent he loved. Treats. A brown little heart shaped treat rest in your hands and pushed it towards him. âHello, Izuku. My names Y/n.â The name engraved itself into his brain. The excitement finally washed over him and shot throughout his body, making him so happy that his leg started to tap and take the treat into his mouth.
He was so happy as he chew and you watched his nose crinkle with each bite, his happy feet bouncing. You giggled at the sight, he was your favorite by far. âIâll let you have some time with him, seeing as heâs your perfect match. I shall be just outside with the other hybrids, call if you need anything.â She bowed and walked out the room.
You look at izuku and a nervous smile spread your face as he inched closer, no threatening gestures but with a curious look. His noses sniffed around your hand and up your wrists, he looked so focused. Then he nudged his faces across it like he was petting himself and your heart exploded. He looked so happy and relaxed with your touch.
âMate.â He muttered and you froze up. Did he say that or was it a mistakeâŠMate? Thatâs interesting but you canât help but feel like it was right. âTell me, do you want me to take you home?â He jumped up and hugged your leg and you almost fell. Laughing you reach down to pet this hair.
He was interesting, he couldnât get himself off of you. But he was perfectly sweet.
Wolf! Katsuki Bakugo
Katsuki is wasnât one for social interaction, especially with new people he had just meet. Whenever someone came to look at the hybrids he wouldnât let them get near and just walk off or give them attitude. He was adopted once before and it was the worst time of his life, humans were cruel and he knew damn well they couldnât put up with him. So he put off the idea that he would find someone nice enough.
Kats didnât get along with the other hybrids, only a selected ïżŒgroup he allowed near him. If he wasnât hanging around them then he was outside in the shade, or playing with a chew toy that need to be replaced each day. He loved to be outside a few hours because he had a lot of energy he couldnât release inside. Today he decided to take a break and lay on the ground to take a quick nap, the shade and sun making him tired. Then, his nose picked up a scent. Shooting his head up from his resting place his head looked around for the scent he was smelling.
This wasnât food, it wasnât like anything heâs ever smelled before. It was the perfect smell for him. He craved to get near the source. So he stood up and looked around, his tail wagging behind him. Big and thick with blonde and white with brown tips like his ears. âShit.â He smelled it out and followed trail. A beautiful laugh caught his ears and he looked up to see a woman smiling with the owner, a hybrid getting their head pat. Her. It was coming from her.
Mate. Claim. Mate.
She was his mate, his tail wagged harder but his head gave him trouble. He didnât need a mate, and not a shitty human at that. What was she trying to do? Heâs a alpha and not some pet she could keep in her house- But he wanted it. To be close to her at every second to keep he safe and sound. He groaned and fell close to the ground and behind the flowers, the garden being filled with big places with high planted flowers. It was easy for him to crawl closer without being caught, after all it was in his blood to hunt.
He got closer and watched for a second. âIâll leave you to look around, I know of a few hybrids out here. A snake one, heâs usually in the trees and many others.â She smiles and took the cat hybrid inside, leaving you alone. Smiling to yourself and straighten your blouses then walk over to the flowers, smelling them. Bakugo wiggled his body and got ready to pounce on you, why? He just felt like it. But when you giggled and looked over at his direction he froze in shock and confusion.
âThereâs a mirror wall behind you,â you look a seat on the bench beside you. âBut donât be discouraged, you would of had me.â The lighthearted tone in your voice made him heat up, and your smile with no anger in it. He rolled his eyes and stood up, inching closer to you with a glare, a low growl leaving his lips to imitate you with fear. You only smiled and pulled out a big threat, a bone shaped one.
âI apologize if I offended you, it was not my intention.â Standing up slowly you tossed the treat softly before him. ïżŒ âBut I hope youâll take this treat as a apology, great wolf.â His ego built up at your praise and felt better. He took the treat and took a few bites. While he was focused on the treat you backed up to leave him alone, not wanted to anger him. Wolfs can be very territorial when it comes to it, so you wouldnât egg him in. ïżŒ
âI didnât say go, damn human.â His tough voice caught you off guard. You turned around to see him soften his glare and look at the bench you once sat at. âSit.â You smirked for a second and walked back to the bench and did as he said. He was adorable. You stuck out your hand for him to sniff and he hesitated, looking up at you like asking permission or to get a read on you. But you only flashed him a eye closing smile.
His noses poked your hand and sniffed all around to take in your scent in, and his body turned into mush. Your scent, he craved it. âDamn, of course it be a human.â He huffed and crossed his arms. You looked at him confused, âHmm?â Kats rolled his eyes hard and pointed at you, âMate.â He enjoyed how you looked at him in shock and flustered.
âNow, go get the paper work done so I can leave. I wouldnât let anyone leave with you today wether you like it or not.â His tail stomped the ground as his teeth really showed to threaten the people he thought of. âWell? Go!â You giggled and rushed away from the shouting hybrid, a rough one.
He was demanding and didnât care. He however, was loving on the way to your house so you didnât mind.
Shoto Todoroki
Shoto is a hybrid that likes to take naps, his cat like nature is strong. The sunlight can make him fall asleep anywhere, no matter the place. He also loves to climb ïżŒup on things to take a nice nap, mostly on a cat like tree they have for hybrids. He also has a scratching problem but not in a bad way, he just needs to stretch often. Those are the things he does in a day. Wake up, scratch, eat, Nap, scratch and then repeat. However he does hang out with some hybrids on occasion.
Today Shotos place of choice was in front of the art rooms door, so close to getting hit if someone opened the door fully. The hybrid didnât notice this when he went to sleep or he would have scooted a bit further. You wanted to explore the place and decide to check the art room to see whatâs it was like. When you opened the door you didnât see the hybrid behind you, only a tail that curled and swung slowly. Stopping and not pushing the door any further you walked through the gap and poke your head around to see the hybrid laying there.
His hair mix toned, red and white. His tail thin but long, white fur all the way down. But his ears matched the hair on each side, he was gorgeous. You smile and push all the way in the room and close the door as quietly as you can, trying not to startle him. Kneeling down a few inches from him you start to call out softly for him to walk up. Clinking your tongue, âLittle buddy, wake up please.â You repeated that line over and over. But he wasnât little, only a small frame but you could see the muscles he had and how tall he was.
He slowly opened his eyes with a yawn, confused on what was going on. When he noticed you his demeanor changed slight. His face dropping and staring you, with almost a cold glare. Chuckling to not be afraid you step back, âSorry, I just didnât want you to get hurt. You were sleeping in front of the door.â You glanced at the door and showed him what you meant. But he didnât stop staring at you with a unreadable expression.
Shoto was freaking out inside. Your scent drove him insane, one he wanted to run and nuzzle up to. He couldnât look away from your pretty face or he would have. What was this? Had you have some sort of magic to bewitched him? Why was his body on fire? He had so many emotions and non of them made sense. Until his mouth started to water..
Mate.
The clicking sound echoed through his brain when he realized what you were to him. A mate. Fate was funny about bringing people together and he didnât have to find you, you found him. âHello?â You waved a hand in front of your face as he continued to be silent and frozen. He blinked finally and you felt relieved. âCall me shoto.â You hummed at the calming tone. âY/n.â You reached out your hand with a smile. Of course he couldnât hold himself back from taking it and sniffing you.
Your scent was so nice to smell, calming but made his blood pump. You had weird affects on his body. You watch him sniff you and it made you laugh as he kept hitting his nose against the center. He was booping his own nose. Then he did something unexpected and licked your hand softly. To give affection he kept doing it, small licks. Nothing more to the eyes. Only he did it to get his scent on you.
âAdopt me.â He look up at you blankly and you were taken aback by his boldness. âWe just met, donât you want to get a know me first?â You asked. Most hybrids take a week at least before getting comfortable with a owner, or at least a whole day. âI know all I need, you are my mate of course.â He nuzzled against your hand as his tail swayed around smoothly.
âMates?â You questioned but couldnât help but rub his cheek, he purred so loudly you could feel it. âHmm, smell you. Us hybrids have mates, or some do and mine is you.â He shrugged like it wasnât a big deal. âNow, Iâm tired. Could you go get everything done so I canât go back to napping?â
You took shoto home that night and he fell asleep on your nap. Followed you around the house with his head in your shoulders.
Eijiro Kirishima
Kiri likes to be with other hybrids and people, a social butterfly if you will. He always has a smile on his face to cheer and play with the others, the big brother of the estate. His dream is to one day have a forever home with a family that loves him but worries about being worthy. Despite always tell the others theyâd get adopted or cheer them up, he felt the same way. But he puts it off and has fun instead, heâs very active. They had to build a new playground area just for him and hybrids like him who are rough but playful.
Kiri today was in the playroom all by himself and it saddens him, no one to play with. Heâd have the rope in his mouth and swing it around almost like a weapon. Or jumping around from the bars to places, or his favorite. Catch. They had a device to throw the ball automatically ïżŒand he loved it, almost as much as someone actually throwing him the ball. Kiri watched the ball get shot out and hit the table making it change direction to the door. To his surprise the door opened just as the ball rolled on the floor and stop between someoneâs leg. His mind focused on the ball he chased after it.
His legs ran to catch the small object and only to be caught in another trance caused by a smell, a delicious ïżŒsmell. Stopping in his tracks he froze and looked up at the person at the door who now looked at the ball between her feet. A smile spread on her lips when she bent down to pick it up. The smell was coming from her. Was it a treat in her pocket? What flavor was it? That smell was heaven to his nose, like it was made just for him.
Mate.
Giggling you looked at the pup in front of you, a grip on the ball âWant me to throw it?â You wiggled it slightly. Thump thump. The sound of his huge fluffy tail hit the floor as he panted quietly. He was so excited. âGet it.â You threw it past him and made sure not to hit anything but far for him to have fun. He leaped up and chased after it, so fast and quick. It was cute to watch him bite the ball and chew down on it slightly then look back at you. He pranced back to you with his tail wagging, a pride filled aura as he puffed out his chest.
He dropped the ball at your feet and sat back on the floor, his tongue sticking out. âAwe, such a good boy.â You reached down to pet his head but gave him enough time to pull away if heâd like. But he didnât so your hand patted the red hair, slightly touching the ears on his head. âMy names Y/n.â Without a warning he jumps up and knocks you down, leaning onto of you and starts to lick across your face. His hands on your chest and tail making a breeze.
You laughed and tried to move but he didnât let up on his actions. You smelled too good. You called him a good boy. A perfect mate for him. He leaned up and didnât let his hands up from your stomach. âEijiro Kirishima.â His smile was so wide you saw his teeth that looked perfectly white and sharp. Taking a breath you smile up at the hybrid you just met. âNice to met you.â He jumped off you and waited for you to get up.
When you did you brushed off yourself and whipped your face off. Kiri stood up finally and you looked up at him, he was one of the biggest hybrids you have ever seen. Blushing at his height you giggled, he was just a huge puppy. âAre you here to adopt?â He asked, his ears and tail stopping and going down. You could tell he was sad and you wondered why.
âYes, I am.â You see him look at the floor and a sad smile grew on his face. âTheyâd be luck to have you.â The heart in your chest shattered at his tone, so quick to dismiss himself. âWould you be willing to get adopted? I was looking for a dog hybridâŠIf youâre willing.â Kiriâs head shit up and his body started to wage and bounce. The sparkle in his eyes reappeared and his happiness coming back.
The next thing you know his arms are wrapping themselves around you and pulling you closer, his tongue licking your cheek. You patted his head, âIâll take that as a yes.â You didnât expect to meet the hybrid of your dreams on the first day of looking but here he was. âMate, going home with my mate.â His words made you tense up. Mate? Does he think youâre his mate⊠Why doesnât that not sound wrong?
âOkay, letâs go so I can go to the office.â He whined and hugged you closer. His head rested on your shoulder and he refused to let you go, he had a person for the first time. Too soon to let go. âYou can come with him, but I need to walk.â He felt your chest vibrate with laughter and he huffed. His arms let your waist go but hooked on your arm instead.
You didnât expect him to be so clingy and protective over you but thatâs what he was. Youâre now his home. But thereâs no other pup for you.
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Hi! I'd like to request a heacanon for Sasuke, Gaara and Neji if that's alright? I'd love to see you write them react to their s/o walk in on them taking a shower naked and just casually invite themselves taking a shower with the boys?
You got it babe! Letâs replace Neji with Shikamaruđ
Warnings: 18+, NSFW AND SFW, darcyphillia
Sasuke
SFW
Sasuke is well aware of the madness that goes on in that little head of yours, so he prepares himself for anything at all times. Walking in on him in the shower might not bother him too much, but randomly deciding to join in and shower too? He might be slightly annoyed, but that annoyance doesnât last too long as soon as you splash water on his face as you proceed to reach for your soap.
He has accustomed himself to having zero personal space in the time that heâs known you, the beginning being a little unusual to him, maybe extremely unusual, but overtime heâs grown to depend on your presence. Sasuke always takes advantage of his situations, especially if it involves you being in personal space, so before you even get to scrubbing yourself down, the bottle of his favorite shampoo magically appears right in front of your face. Mind you, this is your shampoo. And yes he has his own, but he âonly feels special and clean with your productsâ. Gasping, you shift your head to take a look at him, eyeing him up and down, âHow dare youâ, you say, âWell, youâre here, so do me the favour, or whatâs the point?, he questions. âWhat the fuck Sasuke, how about a âOh babe you know I really enjoy having you wash my hair, please help me out, Iâll wash yours tooââ, you say, Sasuke unable to hold in a chuckle at your weak imitation of his voice. But you remain serious, and when he notices that he gets serious too, the two of you simply staring at each other. Sasuke finally speaks, âBaby, you know I love having you wash my hair, please be a good girl?â, he says as though heâs bored, making you gasp once again. âPlease?â, he pouts. âFuck youâ, you say, grabbing the shampoo from his hand, âThatâs my girlâ, he says before turning around, to allow you to work your magic.
NSFW
If you want to shower with him, then baby, youâre going to shower with him. Thereâs just something about the feel of your fingers gently scratching his scalp that sends signals to his peepee, so as soon as youâre done heâs definitely in the mood to âwashâ you, immediately reaching for your loofah and body wash, lathering it up faster than you can question him.
Youâre also a blushy mess because heâs incredibly sexy under all that steam and water, his dark eyes droopy from how relaxing the hair wash was, licking his lips while holding eye contact, making you look elsewhere, trying not to melt under his stare. Lifting your chin up with his fingers, you seriously can no longer hide your blush, making him lick those pretty lips of his once again, forcing you to gulp unconsciously. âTurn aroundâ, he says, his voice deep, low and you know heâs about to rock your world, quickly obeying him to face the fogged up glass. He wastes no time, immediately wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him, your naked, wet body pressed right against his, the feel of his erection pressing against your lower back arousing you all the more. âLetâs get you all cleaned up yeahâ, he whispers in your ear, goosebumps now decorating your skin from how sinister those words sound with that voice of his. âOkayâ, you squeak, mentally slapping yourself for giving in so easy. Youâre supposed to be a bit of tease, but here you are, submitting for no reason at all. Cupping your breasts, Sasuke begins tweaking one of your nipples, nibbling your neck as he gently scrubs your torso, pulling back at the sound of a gasp. Gently, he lifts your arm up, washing your armpit and gently placing it down before doing the same on the other side. He so gentle with his touches you slowly grow tired, but the occasional nibble and random dirty talk keep you wide awake.
Forcing his knee between your thighs, you part your legs for him like the obedient little girl youâve been up until now. âTch, dirty, dirty girlâ, he whispers in your ear at the fell of how goey you already were from your arousal. âSasukeâŠâ, you gasp as he slowly rubs your clit in circles with the pads of his middle and ring finger, licking a trail up your neck to your ear only to lightly bite your earlobe. âSasuke!â, you softly moan, surprised with how overwhelmed you already are. Moving his hand away he reaches for the shower head, pulling it off the wall to bring it down between your legs. âThank you for washing my hair babe, Iâll make sure to leave you extra cleanâ, he whispers again, spreading your lips apart with one hand to expose your clit to the high pressure, warm water shooting out the shower head.
He will decide when youâre clean enough to relieve you from this torture.
Gaara
SFW
I mean its no surprise to Gaara. He loves you so much and canât handle being away from you for too long. He also walks in on your showers regularly to join you, and actually prefers taking his showers with you. He never intends to get sexual with you, he just loves being near you, conversing about his plans, or how his day wentâŠnot that he wont get sexual heheheâŠ
Gaara is way too clingy for his own good, not that you mind though, because it does somewhat benefit you. Barging in his shower time might actually make his day, immediately wrapping his arms around you, softly laughing at your sudden intrusion. Never letting go of you, he wants to help you wash your body, he ALWAYS helps you wash and you must say, he does a great job at keeping you clean. Heâs so adorable and excited to have you in his company that you canât help but assist him yourself, although he does have a bit of a routine, which you can handle of course. It really makes him feel extra special when you take care of him just how he prefers it.
He will really talk your ears off in there, so be prepared if you want to invite yourself in. Wrapping his arms around you and snuggling into your neck, occasionally planting kisses there is whatâs happening for the remainder if the shower, until the water gets cold, so hopefully you donât have low iron issues. Sometimes youâll join him late in the night after a long day just so he can wash you and hold you in his arms like this. Heâs happy to have you fall asleep in his arms while youâre standing, since youâre so sweet and calm when he helps you out and into your clothes. Not that he canât handle the hyper version of his princess who loves jumping on him and playfully wacking him with towels as he hets himself ready. The difference is just nice sometimes.
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Heâs not much a fan of shower sex, if anything, he finds it quite overrated and has already expressed his disdain towards it. He just finds it really unsexy. The shower is for showeringâŠor maybe its being wet while at it that kind of pisses him off. He certainly wont be able to enjoy his nut covered in water. Sometimes the water gets cold too and it throws the whole mood off, but meet him outside the shower hehehehe, thatâs something he can work out. Heâs quite sensual about how he moisturizes you and loves it when you moisturize him too. Rub your body against his while youâre at it pleaseâŠand a little oral never hurts anyone right.
Your hands on him put him in such a trans, he canât help the erection he gets at the feel of your soft hands rubbing him down, the warmth of the cream against his skin adding towards the sensation of it all. Closing his eyes and using his hands to lean against the counter, you tend to use this opportunity to have a little fun yourself, licking your lips and swallowing to the thought of tasting him, softly whispering his name out to ask for permission, âGaaraaaâŠ.â, his eyes opening ever so slowly, a split second of confusion on his face making you softly giggle before he finds you on your knees. âHmmâ, he says, clearing his throat, âYeah?â, he speaks, intoxicated with the spell of relaxation you have him under. Rubbing his hard tummy to silently communicate your desire he licks his bottom lip, pulling your shower cap off to start playing with your hair, gathering it all in one hand before leaning back again, eager for whatever it was you were trying to do to him and without wasting another second, you impatiently wrap your lips around the tip of him, circling your tongue around him to taste the precum youâd been eyeing for the past minute. âWoahâ, he softly chuckles at your eagerness, tugging your hair to pull you off of him, making you pout disappointedly. âSlowly baby, donât be greedyâ, he teases, leaning back again.
Letting the greedy little demon inside of you take over, you give his balls a kiss, darting your tongue out flat, to lick a trail up from the base of his cock to the tip, collecting all the precum around his tip and licking his urethra, you were already drooling over how he tasted, withdrawing your tongue to savor as much of it as you could before diving in once again, lapping his urethra to make sure you got it all, swirling your tongue over the tip before wrapping your lips around him, sucking him to your hearts content. You had even forgotten what he had said a minute ago, moaning ever so sweetly as you swallowed more of him, greedily taking more until you felt him touch your uvula, keeping him there for as long as you could, quickly jerking your head back to harshly suck in a breath of air. Your clit throbbed, your knees slightly rising as you squeezed your thighs together,a soft moan escaping your lips before you wrapped them around him again, taking him as deep as you could again, just like he taught you. Taking note of your constant shifting he knew you were enjoying this a little too much, biting his lip to stifle his own noises, wondering if he should take over.
Carefully, he separated you from him, his desire to relieve you of your arousal greater than this. âGaara?â, you softly whimper, looking up at him in frustration, but he before you could complainhe quickly lifts you up, placing you on the counter and spreading your legs. âGaaraaa, I wasnât finished!â, you moan as he immediately gets to stroking your vuvlva with his tongue, softly sucking your clitoris and letting go with a pop, never breaking eye contact. âI promise youâll have your turn right after me okay babe?â
Shikamaru
SFW
Shikamaru simply does not have the energy to react to these kind of surprises. Heâs most comfortable around you than anyone else, so this is the most vulnerable he can be period. âY/n?â, he nonchalantly acknowledges your presence, dramatically covering his chest with his arms, watching you stand right in front of him to get some of that warm water on you. âPlease, babe Iâve already seen those pretty nips Shika! The waters too hot!â, you whine. âExcuse me maâam?â, he finally speaks, lifting an eyebrow. âYes my loveâ, you say, trying to remain casual in hopes that Shika wouldnât kick you out. Youâve always wanted to shower with him, turning around to look at him, his long, black hair clinging to his face and shoulders. âBabe⊠what exactly do you think youâre doing?â, âWell what else would I be doing in the shower Shika? Pass me my loofah over there hunâ.
Eventually he accepts your presence, simply standing there, observing the way you begin scrubbing yourself. âSo babe, what about me then?â, he asks, his first time ever showing with you filled with lots of expectations. âCome hereâ, you giggle, pulling him closer, your bodies pressing against each other as you begin scrubbing him too. The feeling of your soapy, bare tits rubbing his abdomen is a sensation heâs new to, slightly blushing as you begin rinsing him. He might actually like thisâŠor maybe not, heâs undecided, waiting to see where this goes. Spreading his butt-cheeks apart, you begin washing in between them, trying to hide the smile spreading across your face from how he couldnât stop blushing. This is intimate. Very intimate. But he kind of likes it, you love him this much? Now he wants to return the favor, to prove that he loves you just as much of course.
He actually doesnât like being wet for too long, so as soon as the two of you are all cleaned up, heâs turning the water off and reaching for the towels. Heâs a little meticulous about how he handles his business during shower time so you follow his lead as youâve always done to avoid any judgmental stares.
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After a nice hot shower though, heâs so relaxed, he wants nothing but to lay down with you, reaching his hand up your dress/shirt, cupping your boob in his hand as he casually nibbles on you neck. âShika! Omgâ, you whine, irritated as you try to put on a movie, his large hands groping and grabbing you everywhere, forcing you onto the inside of the couch while lifting up your shirt, too strong for you to stop with merely your hands. âYou interrupted my showerâŠso now Iâm gonna interrupt your movieâ, and heâs on you, relieved to finally have your nipple in his mouth as he starts sucking, and you just have to lay there, staring at the ceiling, completely annoyed as Shika softly sucks and bites, grazing your nipple with his teeth and sucking. Two minutes into it, you were so sensitive, barely able to control your needy whimpers and moans. You couldnât handle it any longer, an orgasm not far from happening, but it hurt so much you werenât sure if you could hold out any longer. And his body squishing yours against the couch meant you couldnât move much, so you began tugging on his thick hair, Shika getting the message, moving on to terrorize your untouched nipple, that orgasm quickly gaining on you. A minute or so passes and Shika can feel you slightly shiver beneath him, the continuous, uncontrolled moans and whimpers he heard telling him you were really feeling good. Wondering how long you could handle this, he didnât stop when you started tugging on his hair again, your pussy aching with how good you felt. Every time he nibbled on your poor nip you softly screamed, your hand now pulling on his shirt, the other pushing his forehead back.
âShika! Oh my godâ, you breathlessly whimper, struggling to gain any control as his hand now slipped down your undies, quickly finding you clit, removing his hand and spitting on his fingers to place them right back between your legs, massaging your clit in sloppy circles. âShika pleaseee! Fuck!â, you whine, the pain on your nipple now unbearable as tears stung your eyes. âShika Shikaaaa!â, you scream, your lover finally letting go of your poor nipple, bringing up to quickly cup your breast. âTch baby, youâre ruining my funâ, he says softly, his warm breath against your face as his fingers continue his work. âWait, youâre crying, aww baby, Iâm sorry donât cry, hey look at meâ, he says, your teary eyes sparkling with the cutest pout on your face. âShika that really hurtâ, you sniff, burying your face in his neck, absolutely refusing to look at him. âAhhhh!â, you moan aloud, Shika slowly shoving his middle finger inside of you, removing the hand you had on your boob to grab his muscles bicep. Nudging your face with his, he tries to get your attention, âYeah, maybe I was being a little too meanâŠplease forgive me?â, he asks ever so sweetly, the tone of his voice convincing, and the pleasure of his finger stroking your walls didnât help the grudge you meant to hold against him for making you cry.
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Husband Nanami Kento
Currently missing my husband đ ( COME BACK TO ME KENTO THE KIDS MISS YOU)
Husband!Nanami who wakes up and makes you breakfast for when you wake up and puts a little note if heâs running late for work because he stayed a little longer to admire your beautiful sleeping face not wanting to wake you up but wants to pepper your face in kisses.
Husband!Nanami who always kisses your forehead before leaving the house. He never leaves without it, he likes leaving you with a sweet kiss before he comes home from work to greet you with a bunch of kisses.
Husband!Nanami who goes to your favorite bakery every morning to buy you a warm fresh sweet threat to start your day.
Husband!Nanami who always has the softest smile while he looks at you. It doesnât matter what youâre doing, how you look. That man has a smile on his face and he canât wipe it off.
Husband!Nanami who buys you a new bouquet of flowers every time they start to wilt. Puts a little note on it saying I love you in different languages. Also puts the meaning behind every flower from the bouquet, because he knows how much it means to you.
Husband!Nanami who invites Yuji over a lot because you say heâs the sweetest kid youâve ever met. He loves watching you being so loving and caring to him because heâs been through so much from a young age. Yuji likes you too, he thinks youâre the best woman and that heâs glad nanami has such a fun wife.
Husband!Nanami who knows whenever you arenât feeling well. He knows from the way your eyes are droopy and slightly red, and how your smile doesnât reach your eyes like it usually does.
Husband!Nanami who pulls you into his arms as he strokes your back softly while you silently cry in his hold. His heart breaks at the sight. Immediately thinks he did something to upset you so he apologizes as he kisses your head.
Husband!Nanami who thinks a lot about having a little family with you. He would love to have a little you around the house. A little bean lighting the house with cheerfulness. He definitely wants a little girl so she could look like you.
Husband!Nanami who at the end of the day when youâre both cuddled up in bed almost asleep. Whispers sweet nothings to you, how much he loves you, how he canât wait to have a little family with you or how your the best thing that has ever happened to him and he canât live without you.
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