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𝑨𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 (𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒏) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

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𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕-𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝑺𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈), 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)

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𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒃𝒚 @vocalyunho 's diamond anon.

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San let out a small cooing sound as he watched the baby in his arms gobble down the milk in his bottle at an increasingly fast speed. Gently, he pulled the bottle away to give the infant time to swallow what he had without having any sort of accidents occur. The baby, not appreciating having his dinner taken away from him, let out a displeased squeal, fist raising up in the air while his legs began to kick out in frustration. Chuckling softly, San adjusted him so he wouldn't accidentally drop him or the bottle, the latter which would probably conclude in the child throwing a full blown tantrum.

"There there. I know you're a little glutton, but I can't let you drink all the milk in one go. I'm still traumatized from the time it all went to your lungs."

Whimpering softly, the boy's fist relaxed and began to clasp and unclasp itself as it tried to reach for the bottle. With a small pout forming on his face, San gave in and once again placed the rubber sucker near his son's mouth, which immediately opened and began gurgling down the lactose contents in the bottle. Withing seconds, the baby finished his meal. Holding him up, San began to pat him on the back, a satisfied smile on his face when his son emitted the faintest burp out of his throat.

"Ok, you're fed, your diaper was changed 15 minutes ago, am I missing something?"

The baby remained quiet as usual, unable to yet respond to his father's inquiry.

"I'll take that as a no then."

Kissing the top of his head and nuzzling his nose against the baby's, San moved over to where the crib was, ready to put the baby inside it so he could sleep. He carefully layed him down and pulled the blue Eeyore blanket Yeosang had gotten for him. Grabbing one of the tiny stuffed plushies, San tucked it under the baby's arm.

"Now you have a sleeping buddy."

Looking at the plush with a grimace, the baby threw the plush rather hard, hitting San on the side of his face.

"Damn son. A simple I don't like it would have sufficed."

He looked around, searching for something that he would like, but unlike himself who adored any plushie, his son was rather picky about his sleeping companions. As he was bending down to look in the treasure chest containing all his toys, he immediately shot up when he heard the baby let out a tiny shriek, nearly tripping on himself as he went to inspect what was the problem. San blinked slowly as the baby currently had his arms latched around Byeol's neck, rubbing his cheek on the top of her furry head, mouth opening up in a squealing giggle when her ears tickled along his nose. The siamese seemed completely unbothered by this, her eyes closing as her paw rested on the infant's tummy, a soft and low purr barely audible unless one payed close attention. Scratching under her chin, San smiled down at the heart fluttering image.

"Thank you for taking over babygirl."

After she let out a tiny meow, San now made his way out of the nursery to go into the adjoining room next to it, making sure to leave the door cracked open a little in case anything happened. He made so little noise as he entered the bedroom that his wife didn't even notice him as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her hands poking around her belly area, a dissatisfied look on her face. San breathed out a disheartened sigh through his nose as he knew very well what was probably going through her mind. Slowly he came up behind her, startling her when he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Hey beautiful." He greeted her with a kiss to her temple, a light giggle coming out from him.

Forcing a small smile onto her face, she gently moved his hands away from where they were, looking down embarrassingly.

"Let's go to sleep."

Saying those 4 words, Y/N crossed her arms protectively across her chest. Getting into the bed, she layed on her side, facing away from San yet again as she had been doing the past few days. Laying next to her, he scooted his body closer to hers. When she tried to shrink away from his touch, he merely pulled her against him, fingers brushing some of her fallen hair out of her shoulder. His lips began to pepper tiny butterfly kisses across her bare skin, starting from the top of her shoulder and working his way to her neck. Y/N shifted slightly, all those months of not being touched like that since she got pregnant and after having the baby suddenly made her aware how needy she was, how much she craved for San to touch her, hold her, fill her up once again.

But when he moved his hand back towards her stomach, she felt self conscious and pulled away from him.

"San .....please don't." She pleaded at him, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Shocked by her refusal, San sat up.

"Darling what's wrong? Please tell me." He asked her.

Y/N let out a tiny huff.

"Just forget about it....it's stupid anyways."

Frowning slightly, San reached a hand out to stroke his wife's cheek. His stroke was extremely delicate, as if he was caressing a fragile and valuable vessel that could break at any moment. In a way, that's what Y/N was to him.

"Is it cause you don't love your body? Are you self conscious after having the baby?"

Whipping her head around, she wiped some of the fallen tears off her eyes.

"How did you..?"

"I'm not dumb or oblivious Y/N. I see the way you look at yourself in the mirror sometimes." He answered her.

Feeling even worse, Y/N sank back down on the bed, lip quivering in an attempt to stop herself from crying.

"I'm fat and ugly aren't I?"

Hearing her talk about herself with such disdainful comments broke San's heart. Moving himself so he was hovering above her body, he cupped both of her cheeks and looked her straight in the eye.

"You're not fat and you're certainly not ugly. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and will ever see. And I'm sorry that I failed in not letting you believe that..."

Stooping his face down, he captured her lips in a yearning kiss that had both of their hearts fluttering like the first time they had ever kissed each other. San did not pull away for a long time and when he did, it was only to peck her lips a couple times as he pressed his forehead against hers.

"So let me do that right now."

As he began to kiss along her jawline, Y/N tilted her head back and ran her fingers through his hair.

"San-Sannie? Could you please turn off the light though?" She hesitantly asked.

Letting out a smug laugh, San pushed himself up so he could pull the blankets off their bodies.

"Sorry darling. Tonight I want to see all of you with no covers and in full light. Let me see your entire beauty."

San's hands worked quickly to remove all the articles of clothing that covered Y/N's body. Once her panties were discarded onto the pile on the floor, he looked back at his wife and took in the sight of her naked. Harshly sucking in a breath, he bit down on his lower lip and released a low moan.

"Fuck it's been way too long. Far too long if you ask me."

Tilting her head to allow him easier access, Y/N was already melting from San's kisses across her neck. His hands were already groping down on her breasts, feeling squishier and more tender due to all the milk they had been producing since pregnancy. As soon as his thumbs began tweaking at her nipples, she arched her back and stifled back a whimper, but San's ears still caught it.

"They're really sensitive aren't they love?" His eyes looked up at her as his tongue teasingly swiped across one of her sensitive buds.

Y/N's head nodded in a needy way. Her hands cupped San's chin to press his face against her chest, her swollen breast nearly smothering him. Letting out a heavy groan, San squished her boobs together, watching them jiggle against each other. He'd release them to watch as they bounced against her body before picking them up again.

"Fucking hell, they got so damn huge." He licked his lips.

Taking hold of his hands, Y/N guided his movements so he could massage them as she wanted him to. As Y/N looked up at her husband, she felt shy about what she was about for ask him to do. Seeing her bite down on her lip, San knew there was something on her mind. Bending over to kiss along the sides of her neck, his warm breath ghosted near her ear.

"Tell me what you want babygirl, I want to fulfill your desires." His voice lowered significantly, making her pool even more in between her thighs.

"Sannie...please suck my tits."

Pulling back, he looked at her with a worried expression, no doubt wondering if it would be ok. Pecking his lips, she began to calm his worries.

"It'll be fine, just please, wanna feel your mouth around them."

Not needing any further coercion, San dipped his face and buried his face in her breasts. First paying attention to one, he began kissing it as the other hands fondled the other one. Slowly he opened his mouth and latched it down onto her nipple, giving it an experimental suckle before going any further. Noticing the way she inhaled deeply and pushed her chest more outwards, he then took more of her of in his mouth. Relaxing his jaw, he continued a pattern of flicking and swiping his tongue around her areolas before gripping in his palms and fingertips as sucking sounds come out of his mouth. Soon enough, he felt a thin, watery liquid start to come out of her. Y/N couldn't help but giggle as her husband moaned out an 'oh my god' before his mouth began pumping more of her breast milk out of her body. His oral ministrations on her nipple became more languidly as he was savoring the sweet fluid that he gulped down his throat. Not just San, Y/N's breathing became more ragged and she felt more aroused than she wanted to admit.

"Sannie, don't forget to pay attention to the other one." She reminded as she petted his hair.

Switching over to the other side, this time the latching of his lips was more sloppy and his suckling more desperate. It seemed he couldn't get enough of her milk. Muffled grunts and moans could be heard whenever he gave a particular long suck at her skin. He never imagined that feeding on Y/N's lactating milk could turn him on so much. Releasing her nipple with a loud popping sound, he panted as some of the white liquid trickled down his chin.

"Now I understand why our son is always hungry."

They both couldn't help but laugh softly at his cute little joke. Even as he began peppering kisses down her sternum to her stomach, he was still a giggling mess. Once he got to her lower abdomen, he took his time to trace each and every stretch mark that adorned it. Although he knew she hated them, he thought they were remarkably beautiful, even more so since he knew how she got them. He made sure to kiss all around that part of her body with tenderness and adoration.

"I don't know why you hide them. They're gorgeous...."

Pausing, he looked back up at her, a light twinkle in his eyes as he smiled fondly to her.

"You're gorgeous. Absolutely stunning."

Blushing intensely, Y/N couldn't help but hide her face with her hands

"Really?" She piped out.

Stooping down once again, San dragged his mouth along her hips bones.

"Yes. Even more so now. I still can't believe that you actually carried our son in here, I'm still amazed you did. And these scars..."

Tracing along the lines, he couldn't keep the stupid grin off his face.

"Are a reminder that you did. And everytime I see them, I'll remember all those months of waiting and taking care of you until you gave me the greatest present you could give me. Thank you love."

Feeling overcome with emotions, Y/N couldn't help but let tears fall down her cheeks at her husband's words. Not yet finished with his praises, San now began kissing up her inner thighs, teeth grazing along the most sensitive parts of her skin.

"You have no idea how crazy I am about you. Even after all this time, I still want you like the first day I saw you. Hell I think I desire you even more now than back then love. I go insane every time I look at you. I can't believe you're all mine."

Pushing her legs up, his hands firmly gripped the back of her thighs as his face began to dive into her glistening cavern.

"All mine."

Y/N couldn't keep her body from jolting up when San's tongue licked up her folds. Every swipe of his tongue along her slit had her toes curling. She couldn't remember the last time he had eaten her out this way. She couldn't help but buck her hips up against his face whenever his mouth opened and closed over her clit, the humming sounds he was making sending waves of shock up her body. San didn't mind at all when her fingers began to harshly tug at his hair, it only made him smile in satisfaction against her mound. By the way her thighs were trying to close around his head, he knew she was definitely enjoying herself. The lewd whimpering she was releasing was further indication that she was about to spill herself onto him at any moment and although San would have loved nothing more than to have her cum all over his face, he really preferred something else right now.

With great effort, he detached his mouth from her core, chuckling in a teasing manner when Y/N's mouth dropped open, looking somewhat pissed by the fact he denied her the much anticipated orgasm she hadn't felt in a long time. Pulling his shirt over his head, San licked his lips and winked at the woman underneath him, whose eyes sprang up when he rid himself of his bottoms and his erect cock sprang free.

"Missed this darling?"

He teased her as he ran the head along her folds, coating it with her slick to act as extra lubrication for them. Propping herself up on her elbows to get a better view of him pushing inside her, both of them spewed out hisses and small mutters when his member was fully sheathed inside her walls.

"Ok hold on....give me a second....fuck! It's been way too long."

Y/N could only let out a groan in agreement to his words. Once they both settled down, San began a rather tame and mellow pace, pulling out completely before stuffing himself back inside her. Her legs were already trembling everytime he pushed back in, his tip rubbing against her g-spot due to the way he angled his hips upwards. His fingers were harshly digging into her thighs, surely about to leave tiny purple marks on the days to come. Y/N's hands reached upwards to grip on San's forearms as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Sannie...please... faster."

Halting his movements briefly, San took hold of her legs and wrapped them around his waist, a sinister smile on his face.

"Don't say you didn't ask for it."

Her breath got caught in her throat when he began slamming his hips against hers, back arching and breasts bouncing with every thrust he was making. San felt like he was in heaven once more, feeling his lover clench around his length as the two became connected as one yet again. He missed the euphoric feeling of both giving and receiving such an overwhelming pleasure. He couldn't contain the heavy panting coming out of his mouth although he tried to keep his voice down so as to not wake up the baby sleeping in the next room. Thumb reaching down, he began to circle it around Y/N's pink nub, making her flinch and tremble at the added sensation.

"San! I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that!" She warned him.

"Oh? Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Make a mess all over me?"

Throwing her head back into the pillow, Y/N shut her eyes tightly, mouth struggling to stifle back whimpered shrieks as San hit harder and deeper in her.

"San- don't t-tease me.." She said through tear stained eyes.

"Trust me I'm not love. Just wanna make you feel good, have you cum all over me and then spill my load into you."

Growling softly, he placed his hand on top of her stomach, gently caressing it with his fingers as he looked down at his partner.

"Gonna cum inside you once more love. Gonna fill this pussy up with my seed and get you knocked up again. Would you like that?"

"Oh my-" Y/N clutched at the sheets underneath her, feeling herself on the brink of toppling over the edge due to his dirty talk.

"Yeah you want that? I'll make sure you're pregnant again. Looking all pretty and cute with a swollen belly once again. Carrying another child of mine. Fuck!"

Unable to hold back anymore, San frantically plunged himself deeper in her walls quickly sending them both over the edge at the same time. Y/N's legs quivered and her body shook uncontrollably as the long forgotten feeling of a high took over her completely. San couldn't help but chant out a series of 'oh my gods' as his hips sputtered and he coated her pussy with his cum that gushed out and filled her to the brim, some of it spurting out as he continued to move inside her, helping them both ride out their orgasms.

Movements getting slower until stopping completely, San leaned down to kiss Y/N once again, fervently and passionately.

"I love you so much." He declared, a wide smile sprawling across his handsome face.

"I know....I love you too San."

San kissed her forehead before rolling over and pulling her on top of him.

"You're absolutely perfect darling. Don't ever forget that." He complimented her.

Although she felt embarrased and shy at his words, she played it off with a light scoff and roll of her eyes.

"Are you just saying that so that I'll agree to another round?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I mean...... I'm not saying no...and we do have all night." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"He might wake up at any moment now." She nudged her head towards the direction of the nursery.

"Oh don't worry about him, Byeol's taking over night shift tonight."

Y/N let out a squeak when San sat up and positioned her on top of his cock before sliding her down on it.

"And I'm not done with making love to the most beautiful woman in the world."

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phoenixblack89 · 4 years ago

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Secret Crushes

My second one shot is pure filth. Gotta warn ya. Might make a sequel... Dunno... But the lovely Travis is getting one next.... Then that amazing bad boy Mac.

@lilythemadqueen @fandomsaremykryponite enjoy sweeties!

Warning: Pure smut. Feels. Arsehole sibling. Underage drinking.

Fuck knows how many words this is cos ain't got a clue.

Edit: I've fixed the fucking errors I saw and added some to it. And got the read more to work! Yus! Enjoy sweetums

PART 2 Part 3

The party was in full swing and you hated it. Why your older sister had insisted on throwing a wild party while your parents were away was beyond your understanding. Must be a cool girl thing you thought as you wandered down the stairs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. The house was packed to bursting with her friends and their friends. Hell, you're sure some of the teenagers weren't even from your town, not recognising the vast majority. Word of mouth had turned it from a small party for her classmates into a full on rave.

Sighing you pushed your way through to the kitchen your mother would no doubt be dismayed at seeing at the moment. Your mother was somewhat house proud and the kitchen was her pride and joy. Never ever letting dishes pile up in the sink, the shiny chrome polished within an inch of its life. You secretly couldn't wait for the fallout in the morning when they got back and saw the spilled alcohol, cigarette butt's and various other less savoury things spread from the party. Your sister was in soooo much trouble.

"Watch it fat bitch!"

You grit your teeth at the oh so creative insult as you shoved the jerk away from you. He glared down at you from his 6 foot height.

"What's an ugly fuck like ye even doing here?"

"I live here arsehole." You spat back, shouldering your way past and out the back door. Taking a deep breath you wandered the gravel path down to your secret escape at the bottom of the garden, hoping no one had tried to get in. Smiling as the old barn came into sight you felt the tension ease. As you neared you slowed, hearing two distinct and familiar voices. Your mouth suddenly felt drier as your heart pounded.

"Oh Connor!" Your sister moaned and you froze.

She wouldn't... Would she?

She knew you had a somewhat strong crush on the elder MacManus brother. His blue eyes and kind smile making butterflies in your stomach every time you saw him. Tears sprang to your eyes at her betrayal and you hurried your steps past the barn, hearing her shriek in shock. Connor and her eyes following you as you stormed past.

"Sis!"

"Fuck off Sara! Get back to the party!" You called after her, as you broke the treeline at the edge of the property. Tears fell slowly and silently as you pulled out a crumpled and almost empty packet of cigarettes. You slipped suddenly and fell head first down the bank to the stream running at the bottom of the hill. A shriek escaped as you braced for the very cold and surely sudden dip. You stopped quickly and waited for the impact against the icy water but it didn't come. Opening one eye you realised you were being held up by a pair of strong arms. A deep breath of relief came from you as the arms set you down on the ground gently.

"Ye alright?"

Your head turned and you gave a weak smile. Murphy's eyes were lined in pink hues, almost as if he, himself, had been crying like you.

"Could ask you the same."

"Aye... Just... Connor ye know."

"Yea... Sara."

He bit his lip and offered you a cigarette. You took it and shuffled to sit beside him. You both smoked and cried silently together. Both content to not mention the fact you were crying to the other, taking the comfort from each others pain and not judging.

"Older siblings, am I right?" You tried to joke, wiping at your eyes. "They sure know how to hit a sore spot."

"Connor's younger than me." Murphy laughed, wiping at his own cheeks. You smiled weakly and shrugged.

"Here's me thinking ya were twins."

"Aye... But I'm older. Fuckin' bastard knew I liked her as well." He sighed and ran his hand through his shaggy dark hair. You nodded and flicked your cigarette into the water, watching silently as it floated away.

"Yea... My sister she... Erm... She knew I liked Connor. Well... Was..... Damn... That I had a bit of a crush on him... Sorry."

"Yea? Bitch. Ain't a good sister doing that when she knew ye liked him" Murphy said, wrapping his arm around your bare shoulders at the shiver that ran you with the cold. He smiled as you wrapped yours around his lower back. "What a pair we make, eh? Our siblings are over there fuckin' like rabbits and here we are wishing it was us instead"

"Nah. We know better... Sara is just a bitch and Connor... He'll soon learn she's one too."

"Yea? What about you? Don't think I caught ya name lass?"

"Y/N. Everyone called me other things though." You gulped, biting your lip and giving a shaky sigh.

"Oh aye? What's that then?" He smirked at you, thinking it was some cute nickname.

"Mostly fatty, bitch, ugly... I'm not pretty or slim like Sara and I get why Connor would see her before me. She's everything I'm not."

"I... I don't... You are pretty. And so what if ye not some skinny bitch... I like ye and any one who can't see how amazing ye fuckin' are don't deserve ye time." He smiled sweetly down at you, his fingers grazing under your chin to make you look at him as you ducked your head.

"Thanks. But that's not true."

"Course it is! I say it is! And I always, always tell t' truth." He smirked, puffing out his chest. You giggled and shook your head. You leaned your head against his shoulder and sighed.

"I just wish someone would see me for me... And not what they always see. Fat ugly little bitch... Wish he'd of seen me..."

"He ain't worth ye time."

"She's not worth yours..."

"Aye. I see that now." He shuffled down to lay on his back, pulling you with him and smiled.

You lay in quiet contemplation for a while, the distant sounds of creaking wood and stifled moans making both your hearts ache.

"We should go get a drink! Drown our sorrows." You suggest, despite being not keen on alcohol. Murphy laughs and sits up, reaching into the pocket of his coat and pulling out one of your dad's whiskey bottles.

"Damn. Read my mind lass." He smiled and opened the bottle, gulping it down without a grimace before handing it to you. You choked down a mouthful and smacked his chest lightly as he snorted at you.

"I'm not a big drinker like you MacManus!"

He smirked and leaned over you so your faces were mere inches apart, a smirk curving the right side of his lips upwards.

"Aye... What else ain't ye big on then?"

"What?! What the fuck does that mean?" You feel your cheeks burning in embarrassing red.

"Well... I'm here and ye here.... Thought we could forget our sorrows another way... If ye up fer it?"

"You mean... In.... What way? I mean... I... Fuck"

You sound like a fucking fool, stumbling over your words as his hand draws patterns along your waist slowly. Biting his lip he closes the distance between you and his lips meet yours. It's different to how you imagined your first kiss to be. You always imagined it to be a burning passionate, uncontrolled thing but this was soft, unurgent and gentle, sending a thrill of something to your core.

"How old are ye anyway, lass?" He asked, pulling away suddenly. You bit your lip and avoided his eyes until his finger brought your face to his once more. "I don't wanna get in trouble..."

"I just turned 18... You?"

"19... You... Have ye ever done this before?" His blue eyes searched yours for a moment before he sighed.

"No... But... I... I... Want to... If... If you want to leave you can. I won't stop you. I get most guys don't want someone so inexperienced."

Murphy glanced around for a moment, seeming to decide on the right course of action before slugged his long leather jacket off and laying on the ground beside you. He nudged his head to the side, your eyebrows creasing in confusion. He gave a smile and a chuckle before lifting your hips and sliding you on top of his jacket. His lips find yours again as soon as you shift yourself over on to his jacket fully and you wrap your arms around his neck. Gasping slightly as his hand drifts under your shirt and traces along your ribs. Pulling back slightly you take in his eyes, now darken with needful desire. He kisses your cheek softly and runs his palm upwards slowly and bits his lip, his white teeth shining brightly against their rose hue.

He licks his bottom lip as he tugs your shirt upwards and lowers his head to kiss along your stomach, you squirm in embarrassment. You hate the extra fat that gathered along your stomach and hips. His head raised to your face and he sighed.

"Ye beautiful lass. Every single inch..."

"Don't... I know its not true." You reply, tears coming to your eyes again in frustration. Anger at yourself for the lack of control you have over your own eating habits. You comfort ate, it was a habit nothing seemed to break you of. Murphy kissed you gently again and gazed down into Y/E/C eyes softly. His thumb running along your cheek softly.

"Told ye. Always tell t' truth. Believe me... Ye beautiful... Absolutely... Beautiful." He whispered between giving you soft kisses along you jawline and down your neck. You moaned as he kissed a sensitive spot. He smirked against your skin and focused on that one spot, sucking, licking and grazing it with his teeth. His hand reached under your shirt and stroked gently over the chubby plains of your torso to your chest.

A sharp gasp released from your mouth as his fingers ran along the edge of the unattractive sports bra you wore. Smirking against your collarbone he slipped his fingers inside and tweaked your nipple. A flood of arousal dropped into your panties and you moaned, arching upwards into his touch.

"Ye like that lass? Feel good, aye?"

You nodded and pulled his lips to yours. He groaned, your hips bucking upwards into his at the sensations he was causing to rush through you.

He pulled away and leaned back onto his knees, his hand running down your body to your covered core. He licked his lips and glanced at you as he ran a finger along your jeans button. Nodding at him, he smiled and flicked it open before dragging the zipper down slowly. His hands slipped inside and tugged them down over your hips as you bit your lip in nervousness.

You sat up slightly and reached for his belt, eyes boring into his blue ones as you pulled his belt from his jeans, tossing it to the side carelessly and reaching for the waistband. Shuffling slightly he helped you ease them down over his hips before laying you both down again. Only your underwear separating the heat of your bodies as he kissed you passionately, his hips rocking slowly into yours. Your hands found their way into his hair and tugged slightly as you both began panting at the friction of your hips. Your underwear was damp with your slick.

"Are ye sure ye want this lass?" Murphy panted into your mouth as his hand reached between you to cup your wet core, rubbing it hard causing you to gasp and squirm under him to get more pressure, more friction, more... Something, you didn't know.

"Please... Murphy..."

"I got ye lass." He whispered as his finger reaching under the elastic of your plain cotton underwear and ran through the folds of your dripping core. His fingers slid into you as his thumb found the bundle of nerves at the centre of your thighs. Rubbing his thumb in smooth, lazy circles he kissed against the spot he'd sucked a dark mark onto on your neck. His pants and moans echoing loudly in your ear as his fingers thrust in and out of you in time of his circling thumb. Your heart sped up and pounded against your ribs as a totally new sensation began building in your gut. "Cum fer me beautiful."

It felt like something inside had snapped and your body tensed all over, your legs shaking around Murphy's strong arm, your breath caught in your throat and as sudden as it began, it ended and you felt yourself more relaxed than you could ever remember being before.

"Good girl."

"Fuck... Murphy..."

He raised his head and smiled cockily down at you. He bought his hand out of your underwear and raised it to his mouth. You could see the glint of your moisture coating his long, graceful fingers in the weak starlight as he began to lick and suck his fingers clean. Your jaw fell open at that sight. You had heard of people doing it but to see someone do that, and with your juices no less, caused a rush of shame and desire to course through you.

His face lowered to yours once more and he smirked against your ear.

"Maybe next time... I'll lick this delicious pussy out..."

"Murphy..." You gasped, feeling slick pooling once more.

"Aye lass?"

"Please..."

He kissed you once more, hands finding the waistband of your underwear and gently lowering them down and gazing down at your core. Your legs closed in shame as your cheeks heated. He chuckled and pushed them apart again and studied you intensely.

"Fuckin' perfection."

He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet, fishing out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth. His eyes found yours as he shuffled out of his boxers and grasped his hard thick cock in one hand, pumping it up and down for several moments, his eyes never leaving the sight of your bared core. He rolled the condom down his cock and leaned over you once more.

"Are ye absolutely sure beautiful?"

"I'm sure Murphy." Your voice replied, an edge of nervousness obvious in the way your voice sounded so quiet and wavered slightly. He smiled and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you felt his cock brush against your mound as he positioned himself between your thighs.

His tip ran along your slit as he guided it and you gasped at the foreign feeling. His eyes held yours as he slowly pushed into you. A sharp cry of pain came from you and your body tensed under him. He reached for your hand, which was clawing at the fabric of his coat and grasped it in his own. Holding himself still and steady until you adjusted. You nodded slightly as his lips ran along your cheek, kissing away the tears that had slipped from your eyes. His cock inched slowly deeper into your unexplored pussy and he paused again to look you in the eye, making sure you were okay with each slow thrust.

"Ye alright?"

"Hmmhummm." You replied, gritting your teeth as you felt the burning grow sharper as he inched forward more. He gave a groan and shook with restraint. His heart was pounding in his ears at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock. He had never been with a virgin and but knew from Connor's numerous boasts that they felt tighter than anything else. He was by no means a virgin himself and was determined to make this a pleasurable experience for you.

Even if it killed him.

He gave a loud moan as he finally bottomed out inside you and kissed you passionately allowing you a moment or two of adjustment. You ran your fingers through his hair over and over as your tongues battled. You felt his cock twitch deep inside you and gasped into his mouth as his thumb once more began circling your clit.

"Murphy please..." You moaned, twitching your hips to encourage him to begin moving. His thrusts were slow and steady against you, taking his time to build until you both were absolutely sure you felt no pain anymore. His hand held one of your thighs around his hip and the other circling your clit, pleasure building slowly for the both of you. Sweet kisses left against each others necks as he began thrusting a little faster with each thrust.

Your back ached up to his chest as he hit a spot inside you that made you feel a sharp jolt of pure bliss.

"Ohhh... Fuckkkk.... Murphy..." You gasped into his mouth as he began aiming for that spot over and over, increasing his circling thumb's speed and pressure. Your toes curled in your boots as you suddenly were blinded by white light and your orgasm ripped through you. A loud shriek of unadulterated pleasure ripped from your throat. Murphy smirked and thrust harder, chasing his own release now he'd made you have a chance to cum over his cock. The walls of your pussy fluttering around his cock and your clit twitching under his thumb. His hair hung around his face in sweat soaked strands and you brushed them away to kiss him, still shaking in post orgasmic bliss. His body tensed against yours and he came, a guttural moan echoing loudly around you. His breaths coming sharp against your neck as he slumped over you and gave a little huff of pleasure.

"Fuck lass. I've never had one like that before."

"Huh... Guess that means it was okay?" You panted, suddenly nervous again. Would he feel satisfied? Did he really enjoy it? Was it good? Were you good?

He pushed himself onto his elbows and kissed you deeply, fucking your mouth with his tongue.

"Beautiful, I ain't ever lettin' ye go! Not after that."

You smiled as you kissed again with a laugh.

"MURPH! WHERE ARE YE?!"

You both froze and looked at each other. Murphy quickly pulled his cock from you, grimacing at the slight splattering of blood on the condom as he pulled it off and pulled his boxers and jeans on as you, too quickly dressed once more. Footsteps and the sounds of snapping twigs coming closer.

"Murph?!"

"Aye! I'm 'ere!" He yelled back as you stood and dusted down his jacket, handing it to him so he could swing it back onto his body. He grabbed your face and planted a sweet kiss on your lips quickly and smoothed down your hair as he gave your cheek a sweet kiss.

"There ye are! Oh..."

Connor paused and glanced between you two with an eyebrow raised.

"What’s going on here then, Murph?" He smirked. Murphy pushed his brother back in the direction of the house.

"I was helping her. She seemed upset. Dunno why though." He glanced over his shoulder at you and winked cheekily. "Kid needed a shoulder t' cry on. That's all."

"That right... Well come on. We best get home before Ma sends t' alarm out. Ye know how Uncle Silas is."

"Aye."

The brothers walked away and you followed slowly, Murphy glancing back over his shoulder at you with a happy but shy smile ghosting his face every now and then. Connor waved goodbye at the door to Sara and blew her a kiss in return to the one she'd blown and you rolled your eyes at the pair. Sara tried to grab your arm as you passed and you shrugged her off, rushing upstairs to your room and locking the door. You went to the window and watched as the twins walked down the drive.

Murphy paused before he left the gate, looked up and smiled widely at you and raised his hand. The streetlight lit his face up and you smiled, giving a small laugh as Connor shoved him ahead with a laugh and a glance upwards. You ducked away from the window quickly and lay on your bed, a ridiculously wide smile bracing your own face as you bit your lip and gave a small laugh.

Maybe tomorrow at school wouldn't be so bad. Not now you had a secret thing going on the darker haired MacManus.

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Cheer for Me

Title: Cheer for Me

Chapter: 3 of 3

Relationship: Todoroki Shouto x Yaoyorozu Momo

Rating: E

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29947014/chapters/74802591

Kudos to @flourchildwrites for betaing.

And special thanks to CleysonCafe for the NSFW art that you can find here!

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Shouto’s shoulders slumped, and he moaned. His eyes slid closed as Yaoyorozu’s mouth moved over his.

Was this really okay?

He didn’t know. All Shouto knew was that despite having every reason to reject this fantasy, he couldn’t help but desire it.

Hesitantly, his fingers skimmed up Yaoyorozu’s shoulder to her throat.

If he let himself go in here, would it be okay? He wouldn’t be hurting anyone. This world wasn’t real anyway.

He could still become a hero.

Shouto’s fingers slid along the curve of Yaoyorozu’s jaw up to her chin, lifting gently. He pressed his lips against hers as he kissed Yaoyorozu back. She made a low pleased noise, and the sound sang through his veins.

Truthfully, Shouto didn't know why he chose to dream of his seatmate naked or why his heart rose in his chest at Yaoyorozu’s words of affection. All he knew was that despite what he said, he wanted this—more than anything. He wanted to be with Yaoyorozu like this.

Was that why he was here?

Yaoyorozu’s fingers combed through his hair, tangling in the red and white strands as her lips turned demanding. A shiver ran through Shouto’s body.

His free hand skimmed over the smooth skin of Yaoyorozu’s exposed waist, and Shouto glided his fingertips along the hem of her skirt to grasp her hip. His thumb stroked over her hip bone, and she made a small whimpering noise against his mouth that made Shouto’s heart race.

Slipping his hand around her back to lay flat against Yaoyorozu’s lower back, he steadied them as he deepened the kiss.

Shouto wasn’t like Midoriya, who was motivated to save strangers or Bakugou, who wished to be the strongest. Shouto’s desire to protect others had always been a lot more selfish. A lot more base.

He wanted to protect the life he had gained and those he had come to care about. It was an entirely selfish wish, but Shouto wanted to do whatever it took to create a world where the people he cared about most could be happy.

That’s why he was here, he realized. In order to protect Yaoyorozu and all the people he treasured in the real world, he needed to give into this hallucination now so that his corrupt desires of wanting to love and be loved would be sated, and he could focus on becoming a true hero.

A hero without vices.

A hero that could defeat Dabi.

The realization filled him with resolve. He pulled Yaoyorozu closer and arched her against him. He nipped her lower lip. Yaoyorozu moaned, and Shouto swept his tongue inside her mouth, sliding along and entwining it with hers.

His hands slid further down her body and over the pleated skirt to grasp her ass as he guided them back towards the folding chairs.

If he was only going to give in to his desires this once, then he wasn’t going to hold back. He’d take whatever this Yaoyorozu he dreamed of had to offer.

Shouto sank down into a chair, pulling Yaoyorozu onto his lap so that she was straddling him. His lips returned to hers hungrily as one hand slid around her waist, and the fingers of his other glided up her supple thigh.

Just this once, he’d let himself enjoy her.

Shouto broke the kiss and pulled back slightly to kiss across Yaoyorozu’s face and down her throat. She shuddered, arching into him.

Dipping his head down, Shouto nuzzled her throat as his hands squeezed her flesh, and he rolled his hips up into hers.

Just this once, he would pretend Yaoyorozu was his.

He ran the tip of his tongue along her neck and nipped at the skin below her choker. She gasped, and the sound went straight to his cock. He licked the spot then pressed his lips to her flesh, sucking the patch of skin and making sure to apply enough pressure to leave a mark. She moaned, and squirmed on his lap.

Now that he wasn't restraining himself, Shouto realized how hungry he was for Yaoyorozu. Touching her ignited a fire in his gut. Not the scorching, incinerating heat that was Dabi’s quirk or the burning of his own, but a low warmth that wrapped around him and coiled in his stomach, making his heartbeat quicken.

Shouto kissed back up Yaoyorozu’s throat and returned to her mouth to press his lips to hers hard. His hands glided up her sides. Yaoyorozu trembled as his fingers ghosted over the soft skin underneath her uniform top.

He pulled back and glanced up at her. “Is this okay?”

Her eyes were dark and pupils blown, skin flushed. He felt himself harden as he stared at her.

Fuck, she was beautiful, and he wanted her. He wanted her so much.

She nodded. And Shouto wasted no time as his fingers hooked into the material of her top, and he pulled the uniform and her black sports bra up, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were dark and peaked. Shouto’s heartbeat quickened.

He grasped her chest, rolling her nipples between his fingertips. Yaoyorozu’s eyes fluttered closed, and she covered her mouth with the back of her hand as she made a strangled noise.

Shouto tweaked her nipple again, and Yaoyorozu quivered in his arms.

“You’re sensitive here.” Shouto smirked, as he massaged her breasts.

Yaoyorozu whimpered, rubbing herself against him unconsciously. “Don’t say embarrassing things,” she chastised, breathless. Her chest heaved as she watched him through long lashes.

Shouto’s smirk grew wider. “Sorry, I can’t help it. You’re too cute,” he teased, leaning down to take one of her dusty nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip. Yaoyorozu's eyes closed, and her head fell back as she moaned low in her throat.

His other hand skimmed up the side of her thigh to the edge of her pleated skirt before sliding under to grasp her bottom.

Momo jerked as his hands dug into her soft flesh. Her fingers gripped his shoulders tighter, hanging onto him while he licked and sucked her until Yaoyorozu was keening and wiggling against him.

After a few moments, Yaoyorozu pulled slightly back to look down between their bodies. Shouto's cock strained against his sweats, aching for her.

“You can't fight with this.” Yaoyorozu’s eyes were dark and lust-filled as they met his. “Please allow me to assist you.”

Shouto’s gaze widened as she reached down, and her hand grasped him through his pants, rubbing over his hard length.

“Yaoyorozu...” Her name caught on his tongue as a low groan tore itself from his throat. Even through the cloth, her hand felt so damn good on him.

“It's fine.” She pushed up to kiss his neck, and Shouto felt her smile against his throat.

“Like I said, let me show you,” she said, laying gentle kisses along his neck and jawline until her lips skimmed against his ear. “Let me love you.”

Something warm clenched in Shouto's heart at her words, and he shuddered as her breath brushed against his ear.

Yaoyorozu slid off his lap and pulled her orange cheerleading top the rest of the way off. Shouto’s heart skipped a beat and his cock twitched at the sight of her uncovered chest.

Shouto licked his lips and leaned back in the chair as he watched Yaoyorozu through half-lidded eyes. Her stomach glowed, and she pulled out a dark green zabuton.

Laying it on the floor, Yaoyorozu moved between his legs and knelt down on the pillow in front of him. She reached up, and Shouto shifted to allow her to pull down his pants. He felt his cock catch slightly before coming free.

Yaoyorozu’s eyes widened as she stared at him. Her mouth was faintly agape.

“You’re so big,” she whispered; her breath ghosted over his length, making Shouto tremble. Then she reached out to take him into her hands.

Precum leaked from the tip. Yaoyorozu swiped her finger across the top, spreading the liquid over his cock’s head. Then she leaned forward and kissed him before slowly lowering her lips over the head, pushing back the foreskin with her tongue.

Shouto shuddered.

Her mouth was so, so warm and felt incredible around his cock.

Pleasure shot up his spine, but it wasn’t enough; it wasn’t nearly enough. Shouto had imagined the feeling of her tongue on his cock before. He was sixteen after all, but nothing in his imagination had ever been this vivid, this detailed.

Shouto gasped. His breath quickened, eyes closing momentarily as her tongue swirled around the head, fitting her mouth around the shape. And it took all his self-control to remain where he was when all he really wanted to do was throw Yaoyorozu down and fuck her until she only knew his name.

She looked up at him from underneath her long lashes, and Shouto couldn’t—wouldn’t—look away. His heart beat even faster as Yaoyorozu cheeks hollowed, and she sucked.

Kami, was she gorgeous.

Desire pooled in his stomach. He wanted her so much it hurt.

She pulled back to press her tongue to the underside of Shouto’s cock as she licked up to take him back into her mouth. Shouto’s fingers twitched against the side of the chair. He could feel his quirks activating, and he had to fight to stay in control as the tight heat coiling in his gut felt on the verge of exploding.

Briefly, Shouto wondered how much longer he could last when Yaoyorozu sank down even further, taking him all the way into her throat. Shouto’s eyes fluttered closed, and his mouth fell open.

Oh, fuck that felt amazing.

His toes curled, and a shudder ran through his body, making his thighs shake. Shouto could feel her throat contracting tightly around his cock as he pulsed in her mouth.

He finished with a shiver, and a sense of pleasure soaked through his body, down to the marrow of his bones. Yaoyorozu pulled her mouth away slowly, a string of saliva connecting to him.

She sat back on her haunches and opened her mouth. Shouto’s eyes widened. White liquid sat on her tongue and dripped out of her mouth and down her chin. Yaoyorozu wiped at her lips and then looked down at the cum coating her hands. She poked her tongue out and licked her mouth hesitantly as if she were tasting him.

It was probably the hottest thing Shouto had ever seen in his life. His cock twitched back to life and hardened as if he hadn’t just cum.

“Here. I’ll get something for you,” he said, forcing his body up. He let his pants drop and kicked them aside before making his way over to the folding table. He grabbed one of the white cotton towels and brought it back to Yaoyorozu.

“Thank you,” she said, taking it and wiping down her hands. Her gaze drifted back to his cock, and her dark eyes glittered. She smiled cheekily. “It looks like you aren’t done yet, though.”

Shouto’s breath caught at the hunger in her eyes.

Yaoyorozu stood, folding the towel and placing it onto the nearest table. Then she slowly reached under her orange skirt and pulled off black lace fabric. The bottom was obviously wet, and Shouto swallowed over a suddenly dry mouth.

She moved towards the table and leaned over it. Gathering her skirt up around her waist, she turned her head to glance at him over her shoulder and smiled.

Reaching behind her, she spread her slit open. “Please feel free to use me.”

Fuck.

Shouto’s cock throbbed, and he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself even if he had wanted to as he moved closer. He pressed a hand against her lower back then ran the fingers of his other between her legs, pressing a finger against her slit. She was scaldingly warm and wet.

Yaoyorozu gasped, quivering as he massaged her opening, sliding a finger inside her pussy with a wet sound.

Shouto licked his lips. She was tight, and he couldn’t help imagining how it would feel wrapped around his cock, but he had to be patient. If he was only going to allow himself to have this dream once, he wanted to take his time and savor being with Yaoyorozu.

He pushed his finger in and out of her until Yaoyorozu was mewling and shaking.

“Todoroki-san,” she whined, turning to look at him. “I told you that—this is for you...”

“It is for me.” Shouto smiled as he pulled his finger out and teased along her entrance. “It makes me feel good to see you like this.”

Yaoyorozu huffed, and Shouto felt his smirk widen. He leaned down and kissed along her spine. Yaoyorozu quivered. Then her eyes widened momentarily before fluttering closed as he added a second finger inside her. She keened, and her head dropped to rest in her arms as he scissored them, stretching her wider.

“Just...don’t overexert yourself.” Yaoyorozu moaned brokenly. Her voice was slightly muffled.

Shouto snorted. “I won’t. I promise.” He pulled his fingers out of her and leaned forward to lick along her slit.

Yaoyorozu’s breath hitched, and Shouto felt a shiver run through her as he did it again before pulling away.

“Come here,” he ordered, pushing himself up onto the table. Yaoyorozu complied, following him onto the table and then crawling onto his lap, knees falling on either side of Shouto’s hips. His fingers caught her chin, and he pressed his lips to hers, tipping Yaoyorozu’s head back until their mouths fit together perfectly.

She ground herself against his erection, and Shouto bit back a moan at the feeling of how wet she was. He had half a mind to take her right then and there, but there had never been a fantasy Shouto had in which he didn’t prepare Yaoyorozu properly first.

"I'm not done with you," Shouto rasped, nipping her bottom lip. He shifted further back, drawing her with him. "Get on top of me. I want to make you feel good."

Yaoyorozu's cheeks reddened, and Shouto half expected her to argue when she gave him a small nod and pushed herself up. Shouto’s stomach flipped as she slid her body over his.

He quickly pulled his jacket and shirt off. Sinking onto his back, Shouto bunched her skirt around her waist as he helped position Yaoyorozu over him. She was slick, wet, and dripping. The head of her clit was swollen. He flicked his finger against it, and she made a long low keening sound as she squirmed.

Digging his fingers into her hip, keeping her in place, Shouto inserted a finger back into her; then he guided her hips down. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and her hips jerked as she made a pleased sound before he added a second finger and scissored them inside of her.

“Todoroki-san...” she whined, bucking her hips against his hand as he cooled his tongue and sucked on her clit. He moved it in slow circles around the bud as he alternated between cool and warm.

His fingers pushed in and out of her in time with his lips until Momo tossed her head back, and a low whine escaped her throat. Her body jerked and trembled uncontrollably.

A light coat of sweat shone on Yaoyorozu’s skin when her body stopped shaking, and Shouto pulled back, wiping his mouth.

“Good?”

Yaoyorozu’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she looked down at him and nodded minutely. She slid down his form. Then repositioned herself to press her body against his, nuzzling her face into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Shouto smirked and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the top of Yaoyorozu’s head and breathed in the scent of roses and chamomile as he allowed her to come down from her high.

After a moment, Yaoyorozu sat back up, and her eyes glittered. She reached behind her. Shouto’s hips jerked as her hand wrapped around him and gave a tug. “We still have to take care of you.”

“You can rest a bit longer if you want,” Shouto rasped as her fingers gripped him firmly.

“I’m alright.” She glanced at him, a devious look in her eyes. “Unless you want to rest?”

He definitely did not want to rest, and it must have shown on his face because Yaoyorozu laughed. “You’re very kind, Todoroki-san.” She smiled and leaned down. “But I did say that I was going to love you, so I intend to do just that.”

Shouto’s heart stuttered on her words. It wasn’t the first time she had said them since the fantasy began, but every time she did, it made his chest tighten in a wholly unfamiliar way.

She kissed the tip of his nose, then pulled back to discard her skirt before canting her hips and sliding over his body until her hips aligned with his.

Slowly, with one hand, she guided the head of his cock to the opening of her wet pussy, leaving it there for a moment and looking into his eyes before slowly pushing down.

Shouto gasped as he slid in, slowly stretching her. Yaoyorozu’s hands splayed against his abdomen, breasts bouncing. She moved in slow rhythmic motions, accommodating more and more of him until Shouto sunk all the way to the hilt.

His head fell back against the table, and he clenched his jaw to fight back against the surge of pleasure.

It was like heaven—tight, wet, and hot. But not nearly enough. He wanted more of her. He wanted everything she had to offer.

Shouto pulled Yaoyorozu down to lay on top of him until the length of her body was pressed against his. She was warm and felt so right in his arms.

Holding her close, Shouto kissed her lips, her face, her throat anywhere he could reach as he thrust up to meet her hips. She twitched around him.

“Todoroki-san…Todoroki-san…” Yaoyorozu whimpered. Her mouth was by his ear, and with each thrust, she released another breathy sound that sent spikes of electricity down Shouto’s spine and made his heart flip.

He wanted her. He wanted Yaoyorozu—every bit of her. Shouto hadn’t known it was possible to want someone this much. Even if it was a dream, he wanted to hold her close and brand her into himself.

Shouto’s lips returned to hers. He kissed her ravenously, drinking Yaoyorozu in as he thrust up to meet her. Her body squeezed around him, clasping onto his cock.

Never breaking the kiss, Shouto tightened his arms around Yaoyorozu and flipped them. He groaned as the new angle allowed his cock to sink in even deeper.

It felt like he was melting.

She was perfect.

So perfect.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close.

“Todoroki-san…please…more…” she whispered close to his ear.

He grabbed her hips, holding her in place while he slid into her, over and over. Yaoyorozu gasped and panted with each thrust. And Shouto could no longer ignore how much he liked the little sounds Yaoyorozu made as he took her.

His movements grew rougher, and Yaoyorozu’s insides tightened. She clenched around him, her eyes closing and lips parting as she arched off the table, climaxing.

Shouto moaned. A soft rosy flush covered her cheeks as her insides continued to flutter around him, tempting him to drive in harder and faster in pursuit of his own orgasm.

“I’m close,” he gasped.

“Please feel free to come inside of me.”

Dipping his head, he buried his face into Yaoyorozu’s neck and closed his eyes as he felt his balls tighten. His hips bucked. Shouto breathed in the smell of roses and chamomile, and he let it out in a gasp as he came hard, his cock twitching and spurting inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her and pressed his nose to her throat and breathed her in deeply, his chest heaving. After a moment, Shouto shifted so that his weight wasn’t directly on Yaoyorozu, and he gathered her into his arms. A part of Shouto was tempted to pull back and watch his cum pour out of Yaoyorozu’s pussy, but another part of him was very content to just hold Yaoyorozu to himself and so they stayed like that: bodies pressed taut and warm and intimate.

“Marry me.”

The words tumbled out of Shouto before he had a chance to censor them, and he froze. His blood turned to ice in his veins. Even if it was a dream, Shouto knew how unacceptable it was to ask a girl to marry him right after fucking.

But then Yaoyorozu giggled. “Of course.” Yaoyorozu’s hands tangled in his hair as she held him to her chest. “I love Todoroki-san. More than anyone.”

A strange sense of fullness filled Shouto's chest, wrapping around his heart until he thought it was going to overflow, and his body relaxed into hers. It didn't feel like he was capable of holding so much emotion, and he buried his face deeper into Yaoyorozu's chest to hide his widening smile.

This was crazy. None of this made sense. There was no way the real Yaoyorozu would ever agree to marry him. So was that something he wished for?

Before he could think more on the subject, a static noise echoed through the room, and the PA box came back on.

“Are you ready Laaaaadies and Gentlemeeeeen! The next match is about to start! Let me hear you say yeahhhhhhhh!” Present Mic’s voice rang out over the intercom. The crowd roared, shaking the building.

Shouto groaned and nuzzled his face further into Yaoyorozu's breasts. He didn't feel like moving. He debated if he should skip his next match and just lay there with Yaoyorozu.

“And his opponent in the next match is DABI!” Present Mic’s voice rang over the intercom.

Shouto paused at the name, but the usual feelings of ice forming in his chest he had come to expect to flood him didn’t come. Instead, his body felt lighter, as if an unknown burden of anger and resentment had been lifted.

Yaoyorozu leaned down, and she kissed the top of his head. “You better get going.”

Shouto inhaled deeply and nodded. “Right,” he said, reluctantly untangling his limbs from hers and sliding off the table. He grabbed the towel they had been using and cleaned himself up before dressing.

If he was going to fight Dabi now, did that mean he had been right? Was Yaoyorozu his motivation?

“Todoroki-san.” Shouto paused as he stepped towards the door and looked back. Yaoyorozu was still on the table. She clutched her cheerleader uniform to her bare chest as if to hide her nakedness.

She bit her bottom lip, then drew in a deep breath, and her eyes found his. “Do your best.”

Shouto inhaled sharply. Then forced himself to swallow and gave a sharp nod. “I’ll be back soon.”

His fingers curled around the door handle. He took one last look at Yaoyorozu and then opened the door. The world morphed, dissolving.

“Okay. That’s enough.” Aizawa’s gravelly voice rumbled through Shouto’s mind like a distant echo.

He blinked. The world shifted. Black spots danced in front of his vision as if someone had flipped the lights on high beams in a dark room.

Shaking his head to clear the fog clouding his thoughts, Shouto looked up. The hallway he expected to walk into was gone, replaced by an empty gymnasium. Midoriya and Bakugou were next to him. Standing before them was Aizawa and a woman with long dark blue hair tied in a messy bun and eyes that seemed to shift between colors. Going from red to blue to purple and then morphing into all the other colors of the rainbow.

Ms. Motivation, his mind supplied.

Slowly, Shouto’s eyes drifted back towards his classmates, but Bakugou and Midoriya weren’t paying attention. They seemed to be in a similar disoriented state as him. Midoriya was pale and mumbling inaudibly, and Bakugou looked down at his arm as if he was surprised to see it there.

He wondered what they had seen in their dreams.

Suddenly, the memory of his own illusion slammed into him. Shouto’s stomach twisted viciously. His eyes widened and breath caught in his lungs.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

His heart pounded as though he’d just fought a nomu. Shouto shifted and caught himself from gasping in relief at the feeling of his pants. They were dry, not wet. He had only cum in the illusion.

Thank Kami.

He dragged in a deep breath. At least he saved himself from that embarrassment.

“How are you three feeling?” Shouto looked up. Ms. Motivation’s lips kicked up into a smirk. She lifted an eyebrow. “Hopefully energized and ready to start training?”

Midoriya’s lips thinned into a tight line.

“Shit.” Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Shake it off,” Aizawa said before Bakugou could comment more. He leaned more on his left leg, still not used to the prosthetic limb as he looked between them with his remaining eye. “These next two years of training won’t be easy.”

Shouto stilled as his dark eye lingered on him. He got the feeling Aizawa knew what he had dreamed of, and he swallowed thickly. Could Aizawa have a second quirk?

“And with the current state of Japan,” Aizawa continued, “we don't have time to waste training you slowly. We're going to push you. Hard. It isn't fair that all this weight is falling on you kids, but that's what it is. We need you to be ready for what's to come.”

“Shit, but I thought you said we were supposed to be shown something to motivate us, not whatever the fuck that was.” Bakugou growled under his breath.

Ms. Motivation’s smile dropped, and she looked at Bakugou seriously. “Like I said, my quirk, ‘motivation,’ shows you what you need to see. Not necessarily what you want to see. It twists with your dreams and your subconscious desires to present to you whatever it is that will push you to keep fighting. To remind you of the price if you lose...or win.”

“Does that mean, in my subconscious, what motivates me to keep training is the thought of all those people I couldn’t save?” Midoriya asked. “If that’s the case, I don’t have time to waste. The world I saw...I can't let that happen." He squeezed his hand into a fist.

Shouto mouth was dry. If the way Bakugou and Midoriya were acting was any indication, while they had thought of saving people, he only thought of Yaoyorozu.

How despicable. Shouto ground his teeth.

“Now go get ready. We’ll give you a thirty-minute break before the real training starts. Don’t waste it,” Aizawa said, turning towards the door at the other end of the training hall.

Once Aizawa and Ms. Motivation had gotten out of earshot, Bakugou glanced at him. Shouto forced himself not to flinch as Bakugou’s red eyes stared at him as if he could read his thoughts.

“You thought of ponytail didn’t cha?” he asked after a moment.

Shouto stilled; his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Did their whole team have a second quirk now?

“I knew it.” Bakugou scoffed. “Probably something disgusting too.”

“Ponytail? Are you talking about Yaoyorozu-san?” Midoriya asked before Shouto could respond.

“Shut up, you damn nerd! This ain’t about you,” Bakugou snapped. He stuffed his hands into his pant pockets then turned to stomp towards the door.

“Kacchan! Wait up!” Midoriya called, following after him.

“Shut it!”

Shouto’s gaze drifted after them for a moment before lowering to his left hand.

Bakugou was right; the him now was disgusting. The fact that he didn't have similar motivations to Bakugou and Midoriya was proof of that. Dreaming about his seatmate and friend instead of saving civilians was entirely selfish. Greedy even.

And why'd he even ask her to marry him? That was uncalled for. Unless...was fighting for a future where he could have Yaoyorozu's affection something that motivated him?

The thought was so absurd Shouto almost scoffed. As if Yaoyorozu would ever be happy with someone like him. And yet, even as absurd as the notion was, Shouto couldn't deny a part of him liked the idea.

He shook his head. Heroes didn't have lovers or families. True heroes were unselfish symbols of justice with no vices.

If he wanted to stand on the same stage as his friends, he’d have to be better.

‘Do your best.’

Shouto’s heart stuttered, and he drew in a deep breath. His hand curled into a fist. At the end of the dream, Yaoyorozu had said the same thing as the real Yaoyorozu had before he had departed for this training.

His eyes widened as suddenly it occurred to him why he had been shown Yaoyorozu at the sports festival. She was cheering him on and believing in him when he didn’t believe in himself.

Shouto dropped his hand to slide into his pocket. His heart felt lighter as he started after Midoriya and Bakugou towards the door.

He couldn’t let Yaoyorozu down.

He had two years to become a proper hero for her. Two years to harden his heart and find the strength to defeat Dabi.

He’d do it.

Anything to protect the lives and happiness of those he cared about.

#todomomo #todoroki x yaoyorozu #Yaoyorozu Momo #todoroki shouto #My writing #My Story #Cheer for Me #todomomo fanfiction

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lilixloveswriting · 3 years ago

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Party Crasher

Summary: Being popular isn't all that it's cracked up to be; in which Akio attends his first high school party.

TW: Underage drinking (they're "third years" but I might change the timeline so do with that what you will), non-con touching (Akio is drunk and therefore cannot give his consent), vague depression angst stuff at the end, akio has self worth issues ah ha ha so relatable

Akio’s eyes dropped down to the address given to him on his phone. Yup, this was it. He could hear the bass of the music thumping from outside and every once in a while a red or green light pierced its way through the window to dance on the lawn. He took a deep breath as he readied himself to go inside.

Of course, he’d been invited to house parties before, but this is the first time someone had ever invited him personally. That meant that Hata Taichi had gone out of his way to find him after school and asked him to go to his party.

Now he was sitting outside of Hata's house, ditching his daily training to go to a high school party. He took a deep breath and walked up to the porch. The door was already ajar, allowing music, lights, and the cheering of teenagers to leak through. His heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves as he fully opened the door, stepping into the house. The atmosphere on the inside was completely different than it was a few steps before. For one, it was warmer. Much warmer. The mixture of dancing bodies and the smoke from the fog machine heated the room by at least ten degrees. Akio’s quirk allowed him to deal well with heat, but it didn’t aid in the heavy weight that the air seemed to have and he felt as though he had to work harder to breathe.

“Akio-senpai is here!” Akio turned his head to see a girl on the steps shout, raising her cup in the air. Others did the same thing, raising their cups and happily cheering his name. Akio glowed a bit at the amount of admiration in the room. He couldn’t say that he knew the name of the girl or the names of the others who joined in her celebration, but he smiled as his eyes fell on a boy with short black hair making his way through the crowd.

“Senpai, you made it!” He grinned, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I was starting to get a little worried.”

Akio smiled apologetically. “Hey, Hata-san. Yeah, sorry. There were some things I had to take care of.”

“Well, people showed up anyway, so…!”

His eyebrows furrowed and his face fell slightly. “Uh, why wouldn’t people come?”

Hata shrugged a little. “Oh, you know. No one knows me, but you’re the life of the party. It was a good thing I told everyone you’d be coming to the party, otherwise, there’d be no one here!” He smiled and patted Akio on the shoulder. “So thanks, man! There are drinks over there, and some food too...but honestly you can go home if you have more important stuff to do. The party was a success so…” Hata flashed his teeth again, then made his way back into the crowd of people.

Akio closed his mouth into a frown as he felt his heart sink. He should have known he wasn’t actually wanted at this party. People always seemed to enjoy his presence, but nobody seemed to ever actually need or want him. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out.

It’s Littt 👴🏼💪🏼🔥

You are over ten minutes late. Are you still coming?

A sigh escaped his lips and Akio tucked his phone back into his jeans. Since he wasn’t needed at the party anymore, he figured he could just go back to training, but not before grabbing a drink for the road. He wandered in the direction that Hata had pointed him in earlier and eventually found a table with some chips and a big bowl of punch. He looked around for a bottle of water or Gatorade, but ultimately didn’t find anything, so he picked up a cup and spooned some punch into it, bringing the drink to his lips. He recoiled and coughed at the sharp taste the liquid had but he was thirsty, so he continued to drink it. The juice burned his throat, and he figured it must be alcohol.

"Todoroki-kun!" Someone squealed and Akio looked down to see a girl who he recognized from his class hanging off of his arm. "Come on! Play a game with us!" She tugged him unsuccessfully, as she was much smaller than he was.

Akio chugged the rest of his drink and tossed it in the trash can as he let the girl lead him to wherever that game was. He could have left, but he was already late to practice. The drink wasn't enough to get him drunk, but he didn't feel like walking home and he knew Hisao would be pissed if he had to come pick him up, so why not stay a bit longer?

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The group cheered as Akio slammed his cup down, wiping at the corner of his mouth while girls clung to him at all sides. He took the coin revealed from under the cup and flipped it with his thumb, catching it in the air and tucking it into his pocket.

"Wowww Todo-kun! You're sooo bad at this!" One gushed, nuzzling her face into his sleeve.

"Yeah!" Another girl giggled. "You've lost like three timezz in a row!"

"Oi!" Akio called out, a smile gracing his lips. "I's not my fault! My eyes 'on't move as fas' as his quirk." He slurred as he motioned to the kid across the table placing another coin under a cup and using all four arms to mix them up at an incredible speed.

"Uggghh," One guy groaned, "I don't wanna play this anymore."

"I know!" Someone else shouted, and Akio wasn't sure who it was anymore. "Let's play the King Game!"

A few people cheered in agreement and they all moved to the couch. Someone laid out a bunch of chopsticks and the game began. Akio reached into the pile, pulling the stick and looking at the number.

Five. Or was that a three? Damn, reading was ten times harder when he was drunk.

Akio felt a buzz in his pocket and pulled his phone out, fumbling with the keypad before opening the message. He squinted at the text, trying to make the two blurry images form into one.

"Hey!" A whiny voice rang in his ear and he looked up to see…he couldn't remember her name, in his face. "Pay attention Aki-senpai~! I'm the King! You should be focused on me." She pouted and Akio looked back down at his phone, muttering some sort of apology. She huffed and snatched his phone from his hand, giving him a devious smile.

"I said your number, Aki-senpai." She dropped her voice so that it was low and sultry, tracing a finger along Akio's jawline and flicking up at his chin. "That means you hafta do whatever I say." She stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him off the couch and leading him away from the group.

The jolt was more than enough to throw him into vertigo, and he didn't remember anything between when his butt left the couch and when his back hit the bed. He felt the girl's soft lips on his, and he felt hands. Hands everywhere, all over. Too many. Too many hands, whose hands were these?

This was wrong. He knew it, and he felt it, but he couldn't see and he couldn't feel, not really. The random contact left his skin feeling numb and Akio struggled, at least he thought he did. He couldn't really tell how much he was moving underneath them. His limbs felt heavy and the ceiling was spinning. And he was really hot, oh god, it was so hot. Was his quirk on? Fuck, he didn't know. He prayed he wasn't hurting them, but seeing as he could still feel their hands, so many, all over, they must have been okay.

Geez, how long was this going to last? He should probably be getting home soon…damn. He really didn't want to walk. He wasn't even sure if he could walk. Maybe one of these girls could take him home? No…they were drunk too, and he didn't even remember their names. He didn't want to be rude. Gosh, they sure were heavy though. Akio felt like a stress ball. All the squeezing and poking and smushing and mushing and -- oh? It stopped.

Akio blinked and did his best to get a hold of his senses. Someone was yelling and- oh! Hisao. When did he get here? Ah, shit, he seemed really mad.

Akio muttered an apology as he did his best to sit up, ultimately getting pulled by the wrist as Hisao yanked him to his feet. He hoped they could go home now.

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*An hour and a half earlier*

Hisao sat at the table with Kayda, tweaking one of his newest bots while she highlighted one of her textbooks. The bot squealed as its gears turned, then made a wretched screeching sound before falling silent and motionless on the table, prompting an exhausted sigh from Hisao.

"Don't kill it," Kayda warned halfheartedly, flipping the next page in her textbook.

Hisao huffed and picked the screwdriver back up. "Not the thing I want to kill at the moment."

"Mm." She hummed condescendingly. "Better switch from support to comedy."

"Haha." He strained as he twisted the tool, the gears slowly tightening up. "I'll make sure to turn my request form…in…ah!" He jabbed the robot and the machine whirred, beeping as its little eyes lit back up. "There, I gotcha." He spoke softly to the machine as though it was a child and Kayda scrunched up her face.

"You know it isn't actually alive, right? And why don't you just use your quirk?"

"I don't know, why aren't you studying?" He asked, reaching over and tapping her little pencil topper, causing the plastic bear to hop off of the eraser and dance across the table.

"Hey!" She exclaimed, swatting at it, but Hisao was quicker. "Give him back! Seriously, Hisao! It's Mitsuko's!"

Hisao thought for a second, just to make her squirm then let his hand go limp, allowing the bear to fall lifelessly. "Fine."

She exhaled sharply, snatching the toy back up and placing it back on her pencil. "You're such a pain."

Hisao held back a snicker, picking his tool back up. Before he could do anything with them, the table began vibrating and the pair's eyes fell on the ringing phone.

"Dad!" Kayda shouted, "Your phone is ringing!"

"Who is it?" Shoto yelled back, and Hisao checked the caller id.

"It's Grandpa!" He said.

"Don't answer!" Was what they got in response.

They looked at each other and Kayda shrugged, allowing the phone to ring.

Hisao frowned. "What if it's Akio?"

Again, Kayda shrugged. "Then he'll call Mom."

"Hm." Hisao tilted his head. He supposed that was true. "'Kay then. I'm gonna go shower."

Kayda barely acknowledged him, not giving more than a quiet hum. He collected his items and took to his room, plugging his dead phone in on the charger before heading to the bathroom.

He emerged about twenty minutes later, hair still dripping water down his back as he searched his drawers for a shirt. He found one and plopped down on his phone, tapping his phone on as he pulled the shirt over his head. He squinted at the notification, picking the phone up questioningly.

4 Texts and 3 Missed Calls from Grandpa E

Grandpa E

-Tell your father to pick up the phone.

-Is your brother home? He has not answered my text messages.

-Shoto changed my phone settings. It will not allow me to call your mother. Help??

-Why do none of you answer my calls?

He frowned and pushed the call icon, holding the phone up to his ear.

"Finally. I don't like being ignored."

"I wasn't ignoring you, Grandpa. Sorry, my phone died and I was in the shower. What's up?"

"Your father has done something to my phone. I cannot contact your mother and the wallpaper is a very unflattering photo of me. I need you to fix it."

Hisao let out a short laugh. "Sure, I'll fix it the next time I see you."

"Good. Also, tell your brother to tell me if he is going to cancel so I'm not waiting for thirty minutes for him to show up."

"He didn't come?" Hisao asked, flopping back onto his bed.

"No, and he didn't answer my messages. Is he not home?"

"No…" He said, rolling onto his stomach and putting the phone on speaker while pulling up his thread with Akio. He shot him a quick message asking for his whereabouts. "Okay, Grandpa. Thanks."

"You're welcome. Tell your father to stop ignoring my calls."

Hisao nodded before realizing that his grandfather couldn't see him. "Okay. Bye." He hung up the phone and sat up on his bed. He frowned down at his phone, hoping for a text back that Akio was on his way home. Their mom had probably already gone to bed by now, and his dad was most likely getting ready for his night patrol. This left Hisao to go get his brother, and all he really wanted to do was get under the covers and go to sleep, not hop in the car and go on a wild goose chase. Alas, Hisao rarely got what he wanted.

About twenty minutes went by and Akio hadn't answered any calls or texts Hisao had sent him. He pulled up the family tracker app he had on his phone, patented by his mother, just in case any of them ended up getting kidnapped. Akio's indicator pulsated in white, and Hisao took the keys to the car and began in the direction of Akio's phone.

It wasn't too long until he stopped. The app told him that he was right on top of it as he pulled up to a house. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Parties were never his scene, and he wasn't sure when they had become Akio's either. They were hot and stuffy and there were always way too many people he didn't care about. The only parties they ever attended were dinner parties held by their parents. Why would Akio go to a high school party?

Hisao got out of the car and jogged up to the front door, mentally cursing his brother for the hell he was about to put him through. Hisao pushed the door open and was immediately hit with the smell of booze. He grimaced, knowing he would probably need another shower after this.

The house wasn’t that big, but the sheer number of people there was going to make the search difficult. Navigating the bottom floor was like swimming through sludge; sludge that pushed you and spun you around while you did your best to keep yourself upright. He finally reached somewhat of a clearing, arriving at a table with crumbs all over it and an almost empty punch bowl. To his left was a girl sitting on a chair, eating chips while scrolling through her phone. Hisao tapped her lightly, grabbing her attention.

“Hey, can I borrow your chair for a second?”

She shrugged and stood to the side, allowing Hisao to climb up. He peered over all of the heads at the party, looking for the familiar white tuft of hair.

“Lose someone?” The girl asked and Hisao scoffed.

“Yeah...Do you know if Akio Todoroki is here? Third-year...big three.”

“Ohhh, big three Todoroki fan, huh?” She mocked and Hisao rolled his eyes. “There were rumors he was coming, but I haven’t seen him. There was a big commotion in the living room a few minutes ago, though. You could check there.”

“Thanks.” He said, climbing down from the chair.

“Mhm, no problem. Try to keep your pants on, fanboy.”

Hisao clicked his tongue, turning back and mumbling, “Shouldn’t be a problem. He’s my brother,” before taking off to look for the living room. After a few minutes of shoving his way through drunk teenagers, Hisao finally found the room but was disappointed to see everyone but who he was looking for. “Hey, have you guys seen Todoroki?”

One guy snorted. “Yeah. He just stole all the girls even though he wasn’t even the king. If you find him, tell him to bring back the chopsticks.”

Hisao held back a frustrated sigh. “Do you know where they went?”

“Kurata-chan took him upstairs.” Another person said, and Hisao turned around, making a beeline for the staircase.

There were significantly fewer people upstairs, and Hisao finally felt like he could breathe a little easier. There were also fewer rooms, all located in one hallway. Akio had better be here or Hisao would kill him himself.

He pulled one door open and closed it back quickly; just the linen closet. The next door he opened led to a bathroom. He entered, freezing in place as he was startled by two other people. They didn’t seem to notice his presence, as they were too busy making out to even be aware of their surroundings. Hisao inched his way around them, peeking inside of the shower and the tub for his brother. Hisao squinted as he spotted Akio’s phone at the bottom of the tub. Wonderful, he might not even be at the house.

He picked it up, only to drop it in disgust as he felt something wet on his fingers. Hisao groaned and took some toilet paper, wiping off the phone and putting it in his pocket, preferring not to find out what the mystery liquid was.

He promptly left and continued his search, next opening a door to a bedroom. A hazy fog hung in the air and multiple people were passed out on the floor while others were huddled up in a group. Akio wasn’t there, so he closed the door back. There was only one left, and Hisao prayed that this would be the one. He opened it up and his eyes fell to the bed with a cluster of girls on top of it. He couldn’t see what was going on, but he did see one leg intertwined with all the others that had a long, familiar scar on it.

“HEY!” He shouted and the girls flinched. He stomped over and grabbed one by the arm, pulling her off of his brother. “Get off.” He said sternly to the others, who did in their frightened states.

“Hey, man!” Hisao turned toward the door to see a very angry-looking guy yelling at him. “Get your hands off my girlfriend!” He ripped Hisao’s hand away from her wrist and Hisao didn’t even realize he was still holding her.

“Well, your girlfriend just had her hands all over my brother, so I’m really not the one you want to be yelling at.” He said and walked over to the bed, taking Akio’s hand and pulling him up. His eyes were glossy and out of focus and he swayed as Hisao pulled him to his feet.

“What the hell did you just say?” The man stepped in front of them, blocking their path to the door. He crossed his arms in an attempt to intimidate, but if he knew how annoyed Hisao was getting, he would be the one to cower.

“Listen, man. I don’t want any trouble. Just let us thro-” Hisao was cut off by large hands on his chest and he was pushed back into a table. The thing collapsed and Hisao grimaced at the sore feeling left on his back.

He balled his hands into fists, his fingernails digging into his palms as he let go of trying to control his anger. Oh, he was going to sleep well after this. He touched all four legs that had broken off of the table and in one swift motion, sent them flying towards the unsuspecting guy. The pieces of wood caught onto his clothes and dragged him backward, pinning him to the wall as Hisao pushed himself to his feet. He grabbed onto Akio’s wrist again and dragged him out of the room.

“Let’s go.” He said and the girls cleared a path for him. It was a straight shot from the room to the car, although it was difficult to get Akio inside and buckled up. The white-haired boy burped, followed by a hiccup and Hisao took a deep breath.

“If you throw up in here I will make you clean it.” He warned, shifted gears and pulled away from the house. “What were you thinking? If you were going to skip training, you could have at least told us where you were.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” Akio responded, closing his eyes and snuggling into his seat.

“Oh, really?”

“I was gonna leave, but then...I dunno. I was jus’...I played a game.” He slurred and Hisao frowned.

They slowed to a stop at a red light and Hisao turned to his brother. “Look at me.” Akio listened and opened his eyes, which Hisao inspected thoroughly. “What did you drink? Did you take anything from anyone? Akio, listen. Did you set your drink down?”

Akio shrugged and closed his eyes again, head lolling to the side. Hisao’s hands shook in anger and he squeezed the steering wheel. The image of all of those girls on top of his brother was ingrained into his brain. He hated the idea of Akio being in such a vulnerable state, it made him want to burn the whole place to the ground.

“Sorry…” Akio mumbled quietly. “I was just…” He shook his head and Hisao loosened his grip slightly. “I didn’t call ‘cause I knew you’d be mad. I know you din’ wanna come get me.” He slurred.

Hisao sighed. “No, I didn’t. But you should have called anyway if you were in trouble.”

A beat of silence, then, “I’m really tired, Hisao.”

Hisao’s normal response would be to go to sleep, but the break in Akio’s voice withheld that. A quiet sob filled the car and Hisao turned the radio off. “Tired of what, Aki?”

A shaky breath. “Trying.”

Hisao frowned, he wasn’t sure what Akio was talking about, but he knew he was a hard worker. He was always pushing himself to do his best, and Hisao knew the constant work and training must be tiring. “Then stop trying so hard. It’s okay to take breaks, you know.” Hisao glanced over when Akio didn’t respond, letting out a small sigh to see his brother fast asleep. The two obviously had more to talk about, but Hisao decided that it could wait. Akio said he was tired after all, and Hisao was just happy that he had shown up when he did. Even if that meant his night’s sleep would get cut short by a couple of hours.

Notes:

wow it is very obvious that I wrote this over a year ago, but we're to going look at it as a positive because that means I've improved!!! yayyyyy but I do want to rewrite it, I actually already started a little while ago and BITCH IT'S LOWKEY SO GOOD she says like it's something special but no actually I can see the improvement, so maybe I'll post the rewritten version if I ever finish it. But anyways just know that this was written in January of 2020 and I've been writing through a whole quarantine since then and I actually have decent description now! So the newer stuff will be better :)

#my ocs #bnha next gen au #my writing #full orbit #bnha ocs #my hero academia ocs #akio todoroki #hisao todoroki #todomomo #kayda todoroki #lilixloveswriting

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fluffy-marshmallow-heart · 5 years ago

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20 Seconds of Courage -Part 17

The Elementalist au

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

Words: 1604

Warnings: NSFW

Series master List

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Arriving home, the tension between Beckett and Oriana was palpable. He’d told the officers everything he knew about his sister’s death and they said they’d be in touch. Oriana was finally released, though she still wasn’t quite herself. Beckett led her over to the couch, pulling her into his arms. He was hurt, but also just happy she was safe, and wanted to be as close to her as possible.

He could feel her blinking against his chest, and soon felt wetness and heard sniffles. He gently hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Don’t cry.” He told her gently. “You’re home now, you’re safe, everything’s going to be okay.”

“Stop being so nice.” She hiccupped. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Oriana, listen. I think…no, I know…you went out with the best of intentions. You didn’t set out with the intent to hurt my feelings. I know the Jason thing is hard to believe. I’d like us to just…put this behind us. Please.” Beckett murmured, stroking her hair with his hand.

“But…”

“No buts.” He interrupted. “I could have lost you. Forever. In the worst way possible. I’m not about to start fighting with you over what you did or did not do. You don’t remember, you can’t defend yourself, and that’s not a fair argument. If you ever remember your side of the story, then I want to hear it, and we can discuss it then. But not before that. I love you so much, Ori. I won’t let a misunderstanding or miscommunication come between us. We’re much stronger than that. I just want to take care of you right now, please let me do that for you.”

“Why are you so good to me?” She whispered.

Beckett smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. “Because you’re my world, Oriana. You’re my everything. And something terrible just happened to you.”

Another tear escaped from her eye and trickled down her face. Beckett softly wiped it away with his thumb before moving his hand to caress her cheek as he leaned down and kissed her slowly. “And also because I love you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t. Maybe…maybe we’re just not meant to be.” She murmured into his lips, causing him to freeze and pull back. He sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

“I wish I could make love to you right now. I’d show you why that’s not true.” He replied sadly. “I know I said a lot of things at the hospital, and so did the doctors and police and I know your mind is reeling.” He looked back at her. “Do…you believe me? About my sister?”

“I do. Of course, I do.”

“Do you trust me? Do you trust that I’ve never lied to you?”

Her eyes were welling up with tears again. “Yes.”

Beckett turned onto his side to face her, taking her hand. “Do you still want to be with me? Do you actually see a future together? Just…be honest. I can handle it.”

“I do. I want everything with you.” She breathed.

Beckett scoot closer to her, capturing her lips with his own before trailing a hand down the curves of her body and resting on her hip. “Then let’s have everything.”

Oriana leaned in and kissed him hungrily, wrapping her arms around him, before he pulled her into his lap so she was straddling him. She ground against him and he groaned.

“Shit, Ori, we can’t do this right now.”

“The doctor said I can resume normal activity.” She responded breathlessly, her kisses becoming more fierce.

“Oriana, stop.” Beckett grabbed her arms, pulling her away from him. He didn’t miss the unmistakable hurt written all over her features because she stood up abruptly and left the room. He sat there feeling ashamed of himself. He was giving her mixed signals, he knew. But she wasn’t the only one hurting.

Oriana went into their bedroom, closing the door and letting her tears fall freely as she disrobed and climbed into bed, yanking the blankets over herself completely. She cried into her pillow to muffle the sound. She hated herself in this moment. She completely betrayed the love of her life, and didn’t know how to fix it. One minute he’s telling her he loves her and wants the world with her, but the next minute he’s pushing her away…literally. She heard the door open and close.

“Ori…?”

“Go away.” She cried. “Just leave me and get it over with.”

The bed dipped next to her, and a second later the blanket lifted and Beckett appeared, pulling the blanket back over them both. “I don’t know how to fix this. I’m sorry, I wish I did. I wish I could say that what you did had no effect on me, especially since you can’t remember doing it. I wish I could take it all back. I wish I never saw that stupid bracelet.”

Oriana scoffed and turned her back to him, unable to stop the flow of tears. A warm arm wrapped around her as Beckett’s sculpted body pressed into her back, spooning her. “I’m not going to leave you, Oriana.” His breath was hot in her ear. “You’ve been through a trauma. Which, in turn, traumatized me as well. We need each other. We love each other. We’ll figure it out, I promise. I refuse to give up on us. So…please tell me you feel the same.”

“And what if I don’t.” It was a statement, not even a question.

“Then I’ll have to make you fall in love with me all over again.” He teased lightly, nibbling her ear. “I’ll have to remind you of all the reasons I love you.”

Oriana gasped as he trailed kisses along her neck and jawline, moving his hand to caress her breast, tweaking her nipple as she whimpered. Beckett chuckled lightly as she began writhing against him.

“Don’t ever think I don’t want to make love to you, Ori. I can’t keep my hands off you. I have to kiss you like I have to breathe. I need you.” He finished, his voice hoarse.

“I need you, Beckett. I need you to show me you love me, that you won’t leave me over this.”

“Never.” He assured. “Our emotions are running high. But I won’t leave you, Oriana, ever. If anyone wants out of this…it’s going to be you. You’d be the one leaving, not me.”

“But you said…”

“Forget about that. I was wrong. I was so, so wrong Oriana. Forgive me.” He dropped kisses to her bare shoulder. “You shouldn’t have gotten naked. You know I can’t resist you.”

Oriana let out a watery laugh. “Yes, you figured out my master plan.”

“Tell me what you want. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“I want to feel you inside of me.” He could barely hear her, her voice was so low and thick with emotion.

“You sure?” He asked, his heart beating faster.

She nodded, and he let go of her breast to fumble with his pants and kick them off before wrapping his arm back around her.

“I’ll go really slow.” He gently pressed his tip into her tightness, moaning at how wet she was. He paused when he was all the way inside. “Are you okay?”

“Yes”

He moved slowly in and out of her, thrusting as soft and gentle as he could, not wanting to get her heart rate too high. He peppered her shoulders and back with kisses until he moved his hand to her chin and turned her head to face his so he could kiss her lips. They kissed until they came, their quiet moans of ecstasy filling the room as their bodies found their release. He pulled out of her, turning her to face him so her breasts were pressed against his chest as they continued to kiss sweetly.

Running his hands through her hair he finally pressed one last kiss to her lips before pulling slightly back and gazing deep into her eyes. “We’ll be okay.” He told her again. “Maybe not immediately. We both have our demons, Ori, I know that now. It’s not just me.”

“Can we face them together?” She whispered.

He nodded, smiling. “I’d really love that.”

“Beck…I don’t think I can continue working, at least, not if it’s with Jason. The next time I see him, I want it to be as he’s being arrested with no chance of being released.”

“I’ll make sure he loses his job and is blacklisted from every company within 400 miles.” Beckett didn’t miss a beat and was already thinking about what calls to make to ensure Jason wouldn’t find a job, but also would ensure he wouldn’t leave the area for a while. “We’ll also talk to Alex and maybe even Michael together, and see what they want to do. Maybe this project will be postponed or scrapped altogether.”

“Okay.”

Beckett kissed the top of her head, smiling down at her. “Do you trust me?”

Oriana grinned, feeling a weight being lifted off her shoulders. “Always.” Her smile faded momentarily. “But do you trust me?”

“If we don’t keep any more secrets from each other, tell each other what’s going on, and don’t sneak off while one is sleeping…yes. I’ll trust you.”

She took a shuddery breath while nodding. “So what do we do now?”

Beckett paused. “Now we rest. Tomorrow we’ll start dealing with the world. But for today…it’s just us.”

“That sounds perfect.” She whispered, leaning forward and kissing him again.

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Apple Pies - Colt x MC

You rushed across the halls, trying to avoid the busy students before they crammed the stairways, eager to get home just like you. You knew you could chunk in some extra studying at home and maybe watch a movie if you got home fast enough. But as you thought about home, your heart ached as you remembered everything you hid from your father. Guilt was inevitable. I'm the worst daughter on the planet. I really don’t deserve a father like him. Shaking your head with a sigh, you decided you would stop dwelling on it.

The fresh, crisp air hit you as soon as you got to the parking lot. The buses were getting ready to leave. Frantically, you broke into a sprint, but before you could make any distance, you saw Logan step in front of you.

Damn it. Just what I need right now.

You couldn't stop your eyes from rolling. “Is there something you need? I have a bus to catch and I'm tired of seeing you at my school unannounced. Borderline creepy, if I may add.” There was no point in biting your tongue anymore.

Logan raised his hands in mock surrender, but the smile on his face is unmistakable. “Phew, easy there, Tiger! I was actually here on business, another car deal success, as you know.”

“Riiiiight. I'll just be on my way,” you looked around and saw the buses had already disappeared. “Ugh, give me a ride, you're the reason I'm gonna be late.” You sighed, already walking towards his ride.

Logan laughed, but still let you into his car. “Home?”

“No, duh. Gotta study,” you shook your head, putting on your seatbelt, “I still intend on being the valedictorian.”

“I see, the double life isn't for you,” said Logan, as he turned the wheel, “I have to see the gang first and grab something, is that okay?”

You sighed. “Can't you do it after you’ve dropped me off?”

“Let's say it's time sensitive.”

You snorted at his attempt at being mysterious. “Never change,” you quickly added, “I'm being sarcastic if you couldn’t tell.”

Logan rolled his eyes as he drove into the M.P.C garage hideout and then unlocked the door for you to get out. “It seems like you’re not in the mood today, Y/N. I'll be back in a couple minutes to take you home.”

“Great,” you said, extra cheery before you grabbed your bag. You looked for a place to chill until then, but you suddenly felt arms surround you from behind your back, wrapping you up tightly in a bear hug. You went rigid as you attempted to get them off of you, until you heard Ximena's voice. “Y/N! I haven't seen you in awhile!” she cheered, as she continued to give you a bone-crushing back hug.

“God, Ximena you gave me a heart attack!” you almost shouted, trying to breathe through her vice grip.

“You wouldn't want to kill her before she becomes top of her class, Ximena,” said Colt, you heard him before you saw him.

Ximena laughs at the jab before letting go, “Damn, can’t a chick hug someone around here?”

You brushed yourself off, raising your eyes at him, “Actually, I am at the top of my class,” you covered up a smile before you said, “By the way, your fly is open.”

Colt's eyes widened as he fussed over himself and went to zip up his jeans before he realized it wasn't true. By then his face was already flushed, seeing his reddened face brought a smile to your own. You just wanted to squeeze those cheeks. You laughed. “You really fell for that!”

“You're not funny,” Colt grumbled, before folding his arms across his chest, “What are you even doing around here, come to see Logan the Lover Boy?” he taunted.

“Nice to see you too,” you rolled your eyes.

Ximena clasped her hands as she said, “Okay you two, quit it. Kaneko wants these cars repaired and in top shape before he comes back.” By then, you’d lost track of Logan but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care, though the idea of turning up late at home again gnawed away at you and the guilt you felt earlier today felt like a ton of bricks on your shoulders.

You were distracted from your raging thoughts when Mona came out to fix her own car and stayed off to herself. You couldn’t help but marvel at her outfit, how she constantly managed to look good while pretty much being off the grid was beyond you.

You set your school bag down and took a seat next to Colt as he worked on a car. You rested your chin on your hand as your eyes watched him working with intrigue. Damn, that jawline could cut a bitch...

Colt glanced curiously at you before returning his gaze to his car. “Do you need something? Why are you so obsessed with me?” He grunted, as he tweaked the engine.

Your eyes widened as you chuckled. “It's actually the other way around. You're the one that approached me when we first met, you know, always dropping your little comments every time I was around.”

Colt narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth, but you quickly interrupted him, “Not that I mind.”

“...You're bold.”

“I know. You like it?”

Colt pressed his lips together, slowly moving his eyes towards your face with thinly veiled curiosity, before moving his gaze back to the car in front of him. “Just what game are you playing, Wheeler?”

“...Alright then,” you sighed quietly, looking down in disappointment. You took out your phone to see the time and gasped when you saw how long it had been. “Ugh, just where is Logan? He was supposed take me home after he grabbed something.”

Colt rolled his eyes, seemingly irritated, “How would I know? I guess your Prince Charming left you behind.”

You stood up and pulled on your backpack with a sigh. “Shut up. Can you give me a ride? Please, I need to get home.”

“No.”

“C’mon Colt, pretty please with a cherry on top?”

“Hmmm, let me think about it… No. Go ask someone else.”

“Pleeease?” You asked with a pout, stretching the word out and grabbing one of his hands in both of yours. His spanner clattered to the ground noisily as Colt blinked up at you, almost unseeingly. Colt stared into your eyes, with an unreadable look in his own. “...Okay, fine,” he sighed, shaking your hand off and rubbing the back of his neck instead.

You squealed, jumping up and down before running to his motorcycle, “Well come on then, Pretty Boy, I don't have all day!”

He tossed you a helmet, “You owe me,” he said, while putting on his own, “and try not to scream in terror, I’m hoping to keep my eardrums tonight.”

“Oh really? So on any other night, I’m free to scream as loud as I want and rupture your eardrums then?” You winked at him, a cheeky grin on your face. Colt’s mouth opened and closed like a fish before he shut it abruptly and got onto the motorcycle, seemingly lost in thought. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself.

…

Colt sped up across the street, steering his motorcycle as you screamed, “Oh my goooooosh!” You clutched his waist tightly, your head resting on his back. You tried to focus on the warmth emanating from his body and how nice your arms felt around him, but the wind whipping at your face and hair took your breath away faster than Colt ever could, so you squeezed the seat of the bike harder with your legs, wishing for the journey to be over already.

“What were you saying before?” He laughed and it seemed to vibrate through him. For some reason, you thought it was one of the most beautiful things you'd ever heard. It was carefree and soft, not bitter or mirthless this time. You didn't get to hear it as often as you'd like. From that moment on, you decided to make it your mission to hear that genuine laugh as many times as you could.

He took a shortcut, but it led to a bumpy road. “Hold tight!” he yelled over the noisy engine, before you both began bouncing around on the bike. You did as you were told, this time looking up to see the landscape around you. The houses and trees passed by quickly, almost blurring. You sighed contently, you could get used to this. For a moment, you hadn’t a care in the world, only Colt and the peaceful night life as your backdrop.

Colt stopped in front of your house and you took your time getting off the motorcycle, not just because you didn’t want this moment to end but also because your legs felt like jelly. Colt laughed as he watched you wobble around slightly and you narrowed your eyes at him, keeping a good grip on the bike. You took a good look at him, before opening and closing your mouth a few times, lost for words. His eyes were dark and deep like you could get sucked into them, his olive skin complimented his features, his arched eyebrows were the most stunning. He had a rigid look, but managed to look gentle. You didn’t know why you were suddenly bewitched by his appearance, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. In this moment, he was all that mattered.

Colt coughed awkwardly at the silence, staring at you a little weirdly. “Are you… okay? Damn, that ride must’ve done a number on you,” he said with a chuckle.

You scratched your neck, your face feeling hot, “I’m fine, anyway, thank you for the ride. I guess you don't suck like the rest of them.” Colt rolled his eyes, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. Suddenly, his eyes were brighter in the dim streetlight, almost glinting and gleaming. Wow… Was that a trick of the light making him seem ethereal or had that motorcycle journey really ruined you? You shook your head.

“Gee, thanks. You really have a way with words. You sure you're the top of your class?”

You gasped. “Shut up! ...Although, maybe you have a point. Ingrid really seems to be on top of the game lately...” You sighed, muttering the next part, “Both academically and appearance wise, she’s so pretty, I could never...” Your voice had become a whisper by the time you finished your sentence. When you looked at up, Colt had his mouth open like he was about to say something, but he closed it immediately upon seeing your gaze now on him. He looked away, fiddling around with his motorcycle with his lips pressed together.

Your eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what to make of him. When you finally regained your balance, you walked up the steps of your house and quickly gave him a wave before heading inside. Wouldn’t wanna ruin the moment with my embarrassing brain.

Colt watched you leave, his hands now in his pockets. The hell, what am I? A nervous schoolboy? Leave already. Clearing his thoughts, Colt moved onto his bike, gripping the handlebar. He couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting back toward your house as he contemplated everything that had happened today. He didn't know what to think of you yet, but if the happiness and warmth that he had felt around you was anything to go off of… Are we friends now?

…

In the Wheeler household, your dad's cheery voice rang through the kitchen. “Y/N! How come you’re back so late? It’s 4:30 PM, did something happen at school, is everything OK?”

You smiled sheepishly at the tone of his voice and felt bad as you once again formulated another a quick white lie. “Same old, same old. I stayed to get help from one of my teachers. Also, I think Ingrid and I are gonna be friends! I'm tired of competing with her. She doesn't seem so bad,” you said, taking off your shoes and throwing your bag on the couch, “How was your day, Dad?”

Your dad placed a warm, steaming meat casserole on the dinner table as he removed his oven gloves, waving you over to the table. “Come on, we can talk all about my boring day later, for now, feast your eyes and mouth on this! It’s one of your mother’s recipes, I can’t believe it came out so well after not making it in years! I even put your favourite cheddar cheese on there, you know, the one you’re always snacking on in the middle of the night?”

You gasped as your dad laughed at you, “Dad?! How do you know about my midnight missions, I thought I was being quiet.” You said with a pout.

“How can I not know? The packet is always so loud and you chew like a dinosaur!”

“I do not!” you gaped, “Daaaaad!”

Soon enough, the Wheeler household was filled with laughter and joy, and the warm, yellow light streaming through the curtains onto the street was enough for Colt to feel a little melancholy. As he thought about his empty apartment, he felt a pang of jealousy. He couldn’t remember the last non-aggressive interaction between him and his father. He scoffed. Can I even call him a father? Colt shook his head, something he found he’d done a lot today.

As you and your father finished up your meal, you sighed, sitting back with both hands on your very filled stomach. “That was amazing as always, Dad, thank you. It’s almost like Mom made it herself, though she wouldn’t put nearly as much salt in as you did…”

Your dad gaped at you, looking severely affronted. “Excuse you, little missy! I happen to think that was a perfect replica of your mother’s recipe!” He had his hands on his hips as he narrowed his eyes at you playfully.

You pressed your lips together before bursting out with a laugh. “I was kidding, Dad! It was perfect, Mom would’ve been proud, I’m sure of it.” You smiled sincerely and your father mirrored your expression. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you began tidying and washing up. As you turned around from finishing the dishes, you saw your father stood by the window, holding the curtain aside and looking intently at something outside.

“Dad? What’s up, is something happening outside?” He seemed distracted looking out of the window.

“There’s someone just sat outside on a bike out there, who is that? Do you know them by any chance?”

Your eyes widened. A bike? Shit, it can’t be Colt, right? No, there’s just someone else with a motorbike... in our area... sat on our drive, no big deal… Right? You hurried over to your father’s side, pulling the curtain with more force than you intended before scanning your driveway. Shit! You found Colt on his bike with his hands in his pockets, looking down somewhat forlornly. Why is he still here?!

You stammered out slowly, “Oh, yeah... that's Colt! He took me home because I missed the school bus.” That could work, you hoped. You eagerly watched your father’s face, looking for any signs of disbelief or doubt. Please work, please work, please work!

“You've never mentioned him before,” he said, surprised, “You're making new friends even in your last year. I'm so proud.” He gave you a little side hug, but the guilt still ate away at your heart.

“Yeah, we just met a couple of days ago at lunch.” Your hands were starting to sweat. You were never one to lie to your dad that often. You felt extremely bad, but knew you couldn’t tell him about the M.P.C, you feared what would happen to the both of you if you did. “You know what, his bike is probably broken, I’ll go out there and figure out what’s up.”

Your dad clapped your shoulder affectionately, “Well, let me go invite him in! I haven't seen you hanging out with anyone besides Riya and Darrius.” By the time he’d finished his sentence, he was already on his way to the door and ready to step out.

“Dad, wait! I'll ask him...” you said, trying your best to disguise the nervousness in your voice, “He's probably got a lot to do anyway. So don't be surprised if he can't.” You put on some slippers to get ready to go out, but your heart hammered as you thought of what you could possibly say Colt.

“I hear ‘ya. Am I not cool enough for your friends?” He asked, jokingly. You wondered how he managed to still be happy and playful even after everything he went through with your mother’s death. He's probably doing it for me. I really don't deserve him.

“On the contrary, you're cooler than cool. The coolest amongst everyone.” You said, hoping the humour would help distract your father from inviting Colt in. Your dad crossed his arms, but still wearing his sweet smile, “I do not appreciate that sarcasm, Y/N. I’ll have you know back in my day, people begged to hang out with me,” he squinted his eyes at you a couple of seconds later, “You're stalling aren't you? I'll ask your friend myself.”

Fuck.

Before you could intervene, your dad opened the front door, bounding over to Colt, “Hey, son, would you like to come in? We just finished having dinner but I’m sure we can spare a plate for you,” he called out, his voice kind and trusting. Colt jumped a little when he heard your dad’s voice, looking around as if he’d forgotten where he was. He blinked a couple of times before looking between you with your widened eyes and your dad. “Sorry, what did you say?” He asked.

“I asked if you wanted to come in, son. Come on, it’s the least we can do for dropping our Y/N back home. We’ve got some meat casserole on the menu and apple pie for dessert!” Your dad said with an easy smile. You gasped. “Apple pie?! Dad, why didn’t you tell me before? I love that!”

“Well because I knew you’d demolish it in five seconds and I didn’t want our lovely guest to not have anything for dessert,” said your father with a shrug.

“Wh-what… how did you know there’d be a guest? You’re not a psychic, dad.” You crossed your arms while narrowing your eyes.

“Maybe I am, I predict this lovely fellow on this motorcycle is going to accept my invitation and he’s going to love my apple pie.” Your father said, turning to Colt and trying to wink discreetly at him.

You gape towards Colt and shook your head briskly. “No.” You mouth towards him, shaking your head and making an ‘X’ with your arms. Colt, who was looking between you and your father in that moment with a pensive look on his face, seems to catch on and a lovely smirk appears on his lips. If your two lives collided, you knew the future would spell danger for you. You couldn’t let this happen. “Wait, Colt! Didn’t your friend Logan invite you over for dinner tonight? Yeah the one from school in Physics class. Oh no… I’m so sorry, maybe another time. Bye Colt!” You waved hurriedly at him before grabbing your father’s arm and trying to drag him back inside.

“Oh wait! Didn’t you hear, Y/N? Logan’s car broke down and he took it to the garage after school. Looks like had to cancel. So... yeah, dinner would be great! Thank you Mr. Wheeler, if it wouldn't be too much trouble.” He got off his motorcycle, sauntering over to you with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. You gape at him, sure that your eyes would come out of their sockets any second. Your hands fall to your side as your dad slings an arm around Colt’s shoulders, telling him all about the meat casserole you just ate. Colt, however, doesn’t take his eyes off yours and the smile on his face is cheeky enough to leave you speechless.

…

“Are you sure you're not a new student? I think I would've met your parents.” Your dad questioned, oblivious. He looked at Colt with soft eyes, looking like he actually wanted to get to know him. In that moment, you almost wanted to let Colt and your father get on, uninterrupted. You knew how much a father figure would mean to him but you also knew you couldn’t leave this conversation unchecked, lest your secrets be spilled.

Zoning back into the conversation, you almost choked on your food thinking of a lie to say before Colt could try to reveal anything. The M.P.C crew, your double life, anything. But before you could open your mouth, Colt glanced at you, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he said, “No, I'm not. My family just keeps to themselves.”

The rest of the time, you were hyperventilating over what Colt would say or if your dad would figure out Colt's father led M.P.C, the very gang he was after. But for the time being, he seemed to understand your situation and kept quiet about it. You squinted at him, trying to figure out what he was up to.

You could tell Colt was enjoying being in control. But even he knew that he couldn't give away too much or else Kaneko's crew would be in danger and he sought his father's good graces. Not that you could blame him.

Soon enough, your dad brought out his famous apple pie and set it down on the table. “Ta-daaaaa!” he said, as he showed it off with a flourish. You momentarily forgot about everything else and only focused on the pie. Gosh, that’s one beautiful pie, I can’t wait to dig into you…

Colt chuckled to himself as he watched you nearly drool over it. How cute. Colt thought to himself. ...Wait, what?! No! Not cute! Shut up! You quickly reached for the knife to cut your slice, paying no heed to Colt shaking his head and his inner turmoil, but your dad slapped your hand away. “Ow! Dad, why?” you said, annoyed, “This is my favourite dessert, what are you doing?!”

“Our guest gets the first slice, and we both know you'd just cut half the pie for yourself,” your dad said, matter of factly, “You know it's true, don't try to deny it.” He’d already slid the pie to Colt and you could only watch in horror as Colt smirked at you over the pie, dramatically licking his lips.

“Sorry, (Y/N), looks like your beautiful pie is mine now. How does it feel being a loser?” Colt snickered.

You stuttered as you tried to come with a reply defending yourself as Colt sat back and started laughing. “This is so embarrassing!” you whined, “Dad, I bring one guest and suddenly you slander my name. You have no right.”

Your dad shrugged as he said, “I do, you know, being your father and all. I might actually have to disown you for your pie obsession, your midnight-cheese-eating obsession and your coming-home-late obsession and adopt Colt instead. I’m sure he wouldn’t worry me nearly as much as you do,” your father sighed dramatically, placing the back of his hand on his forehead, “You’d make a good son wouldn’t you, Colt? Wouldn’t leave me worrying if you were gonna come back from school late?”

“Hey, Dad!” You complained with a pout.

Colt knew it was a joke, but even the thought of a father like yours was enough to change the mood. Colt found himself blinking a few times, not sure what the watery feeling in his eyes was. What would've happened if he had a normal dad like yours? One that loved him and didn't constantly push him away? He looked up towards the ceiling and blinked a couple more times in hopes of drying his eyes, but failed. All the built up anger and remorse he had tried to bury was bubbling up to the surface. Great, I’m really about to cry in front of the Wheelers. Just great.

You watched the change in Colt’s demeanour, how his shoulders were pushed back, almost as if he was trying to act strong and like everything was fine. Are those tears? Oh no… You immediately knew this was about Kaneko and you bit your lip, unsure of where to go from here. Your dad quickly glanced at you, confused, “I'll, uh, give you two some space?” your dad said, though it sounded more like a question than anything else. He quickly took up some plates and left for the kitchen. A short silence followed, you tried to make eye contact with Colt but he was making it his mission to not look at you.

Colt pushed his chair back and made a motion to leave, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Is this about your dad?” you asked, already knowing the answer, “You know… I’m here for you… if you need me or anything.”

“No!” he replied, bitterly, but even he knew he wasn’t convincing anyone, “I-I just need to go. Don’t worry about me, it’s nothing… You’d just laugh at me, anyway…” His voice almost disappeared towards the end of his sentence.

You shook his head, your eyes filled with worry. “No. I'd listen to you and try to understand. I'm always willing to listen, Colt. I care, you know.” You sit patiently, and for a couple of minutes you think all is lost as the silence goes on. But Colt inhales slowly, dropping his head to look at the repeating patterns on the carpet instead. He traces the patterns with his eyes and you shift your chair closer to his, trying to show your support. You knew this would be hard for him and you could sense how he was taking a huge risk by telling you, he didn’t seem like the type of guy to open up that easily.

Colt moves his head even lower, his voice soft now. Something about you made him trust your words. Hesitantly, he said, “It's just... I want my dad to be proud to call me his son. I want him to appreciate me, the way he does Logan.” Colt murmured, though the ending came out with malice, “That's it. There's nothing I want more in my entire life. Why can’t I have a loving relationship the way you and your father do? Why does everyone have it better than me, what have I done to deserve this?” His voice cracked, his head shaking miserably.

“Colt, look at me,” you placed your hands on either side of his face, bringing his head level with yours, “First, you’ve not done anything wrong. Know that. None of this is your fault, it’s your dad’s fault for not being a good enough father, OK? Colt, you’re not alone. I’m here for you, I’m sure the crew would be there for you… not sure about Logan though, fuck him.” You murmured somewhat pissed off, more to yourself than to Colt, but seeing how it brought a smile to Colt’s face brought a grin to your own. You wiped away the tears on his cheeks with your thumbs and almost lost yourself in his warm gaze again. “Stop distracting me, I’m trying to give you advice and console you here!” You admonish with a slight blush. This is why I don’t do eye contact!

“Me? How am I distracting you? ...Let me guess, you’re getting lost in my eyes like all them other girls do?” Colt raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth turning up. He looked positively charming despite the teary eyes and wet cheeks.

“What would you do if I said yes?” You countered.

Colt was left speechless once again, before he quickly averted his gaze. Suddenly, you remembered how you were cupping his face, and moved your hands down to his instead. “Colt, you shouldn’t feel guilty, you shouldn’t feel bad. I don’t think you should worry yourself grey over your father and this matter unless your father is willing to put in some work himself. Maybe you have to let go of this one relationship and instead focus on, I don’t know, a ‘chosen family’ instead? It isn’t just that blood connection and that parental figure that makes a family. It’s the bond, the connection, that innate need to help your ‘family’, your peers and your friends, to repair damage and to create new, healthy bonds. You can still have a healthy relationship with a father or a parental figure, whether that’s Kaneko a few years down the line or a completely random person you could meet tomorrow, I’m sure of it. I’m sorry it can’t be Kaneko right now, I’m sorry he, I don’t know, appreciates Logan more. But there’s one thing I’m not sorry for, even if it did put my secrets at risk,” you roll your eyes playfully, and Colt seems to know where the conversation is heading, as a small smile makes its way onto his face, “I’m glad about you being here today. It meant I could tell you everything I just did, but it also meant you met my father, who, pretty much sees you as his son already. So, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or a meat casserole and apple pie to dig into, you know where to find us. All you have to do is act like you’re in a sad Justin Bieber song on your motorbike outside for a few minutes.” You finish off with a smile, rubbing your thumbs over the back of his hands.

Colt burst out laughing at the end of your speech and the tears in his eyes were no longer from his sorrow. “Justin Bieber song? Really? I can’t believe you said I looked like a JB song! I’m obviously way better and hotter than that numpty. He couldn’t ride a motorcycle as well as me even in his dreams. He wishes he was me.” Colt shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly back to his debonair self again. There’s a small silence between the two of you, but all it takes is one look for the both of you to burst out laughing again.

After settling down, Colt speaks slowly, “(Y/N), I don’t know what to say… Thank you. Honestly. I really appreciate that, I doubt anyone else would’ve gone to the effort that you just did. You’re right, you know, I can’t keep waiting for Dad to do something about us, I have to move on I guess, until he’s ready to rekindle this relationship. But that’s if I’m even ready to forgive him, I don’t know if I ever can. Weird, I know, I was desperate for him to,” he pauses, “Come back to me, I guess, but I don’t think I was ready to forgive him. How dumb of me, huh?” Colt almost whispered.

Your eyes softened, “No. Not dumb of you. You’re allowed to feel everything you feel, if anything, you should feel that way. You’re the one that was cut off, you don’t have to worry about whether your reactions and feelings are out of line because they have every right to be… You’re perfect the way you are, Colt.” You said, with a soft smile.

Colt stared at you, almost incredulously, “...What did I ever do to deserve you, (Y/N)?” he asked.

“Everything and nothing,” you grinned, “you merely had to exist for destiny… fate… whatever to throw me in the works. Maybe it was meant to be, huh?”

Colt shook his head, but there was no mistaking the small smile on his face, “Thank you, truly.”

“We should finish this off with a hug, don’t you think?”

“What, no? Honestly, thank you for everything but we really don’t-”

“C’mon Colt, bring it in, bring it in.” You say with a cheesy grin, your hands slide up his arms before wrapping around his back and you slowly move closer to Colt, leaving him time and space to decide if he wants to back out.

“I-” Colt looks flustered and isn’t sure what to do other than rest his chin on your shoulder and place his hands awkwardly on your back. “...You know, we really don’t have to do this.”

“Is that why you’re here in my arms right now and not running screaming for the hills?” You teased.

“...Well. I heard hugging does does wonders for your oxytocin levels, so, maybe just this once.” Colt mumbled to himself, before wrapping you up tighter in his arms. You smile down into his jacket as your head comes to rest on his shoulder, glad that he can’t see or feel the heat currently rising in your cheeks. But unbeknown to you, Colt had a similar feeling and soon enough his cheeks were red from your embrace. Before today, it would’ve taken a lot more persuading for him to hug someone, but now, he couldn’t help but wonder if hugging people was all that bad. This is fine... My oxytocin levels are positively yelling, that’s the only reason I’m hugging her right now...

“You don't need him, at least, not now. You may not believe me because you’ve been seeking his validation for so long, but it's true. You will get through this, we will.” You say, your voice slightly muffled because of his jacket. “Remember, you ever need anything, the Wheeler household is right here, and we’re not going anywhere, not until the Wheeler household gets wheels.” You say confidently, pulling back with a grin in time to see him rolling his eyes and laughing.

“I can’t believe I found that funny, you Wheelers must be rubbing off on me already.” Colt shook his head. He looked down, still sporting a blush on his cheeks. “This wasn’t so bad, you know, maybe I should put meat casserole and apple pie on my schedule each Monday night, just to come here and be the first person to cut the pie.” He said with a grin.

“Watch yourself, Kaneko,” you said while narrowing your eyes, “You ever open my pie up again and you’ll be meeting my fists.”

“Oooh, that was so scary. I’m quaking in my boots, how will I ever be free of this reign of terror you have over me?” Colt said with a gasp, shivering and shaking in his seat.

You laughed, “Shut up. Anyway, since you love the apple pie so much, wait here, I’m sure Dad won’t need that much convincing to let you take a couple slices away,* you said with a sigh, as you stood up and walked away, “I can’t believe I’m choosing to give away pie leftovers, who am I?”

Colt watched you walk away, unsure as to what the warm feeling in his heart was. Is this was having a friend is like… or a girlfriend? Wait, what? Shut up, why the hell am I even thinking of that? He shakes his head. What you’d said about your father being there for him had really struck a chord, not only had he never felt that bond before, or felt it as strongly as he had with his own dad, but he’d never seen a friend offer themselves and their family in that way. She really is something else, huh… Colt stared at the few stray plates on the table, still not believing anything that had happened. Your speech resonated within him. He looked up into the direction of the kitchen. Anyone that has (Y/N) in their lives is really lucky… I don’t know what I would’ve done or where I’d be right now if her dad hadn’t invited me in.

You came out of the kitchen, laughing, with your dad in tow. Once he caught sight of Colt, he grinned, “A little birdie tells me you wanna take some pie home, huh? I knew it was good.” He laughed, in a moustache-twirling type of way while rubbing his hands together.

“Dad! I was the one that offered to let him take some away, shouldn’t you be praising me for my selflessness?” You asked with a huff, putting your hands on your hips.

As you start bickering playfully with your father once again, Colt zones out while staring at you. He takes in the way your brown eyes glisten when you’re happy, the way one side of your mouth has a dimple, the way your cheeks move up your face and get flushed as you smile, the way you throw your head back when you laugh, the way you fiddle and fuss about with your face when you’re embarrassed. An angel I don’t deserve...

Colt closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat with a happiness and weightlessness he hadn’t felt in a long time. Thank you.

FIN.

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5sospank · 6 years ago

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clean - calum one shot

word count: 6,883

rating: NSFW

keywords: smut, songfic, angst

request: “do you think you could write a calum smut where he lives across the street but you never really talked to him but then you guys get really close because you drive him home from a party or something and you just go to each other’s houses in the middle of the night” - Anonymous

A/N: as always, i tweaked the anon’s prompt, but i ended up really liking what i wrote. i combined the request with bits and pieces of ideas i came up with while listening to clean by the japanese house. but basically, calum - your former childhood best friend and current kindhearted neighbor - picks you up from a house party after your (ex)boyfriend cheats on you. maybe i got a bit carried away.

Your throat was raw from the alcohol and dark eyeliner was smudged beneath your eyes. You could feel the coldness from the concrete below seeping into your skin through the thick denim material of your jeans, making you shiver as you sat on the front steps of some stranger’s place, contemplating what your next move should be.

In all honestly, you could’ve called up your best friend, or your parents, or even your older brother. But you didn’t want to be questioned about the reason behind your tears or the shake of your hands or why you had locked yourself in an unfamiliar bathroom and screamed your lungs out while a house party was in full swing just downstairs. You wanted the comfort of being with someone who knew nothing about you, who had no clue as to why the girl who was always perfectly put together had seemingly fallen apart.

So you pulled your phone from the pocket of your coat, your fingers trembling as you scrolled through your contacts and clicked on his name. Part of you thought he wouldn’t even pick up. It was nearing three in the morning, and you rarely ever spoke to him anymore - only a text here and there regarding the science homework. The boy across the street was probably fast asleep, completely dead to the superficial little world that you had been immersed in for the night.

However, when Calum answered the phone, his voice thick with exhaust, you managed to smile, despite the recent events that you had endured.

“Y/N?” He said your name in confusion.

“Calum,” you breathed out immediately. “I need a favor. Please.”

There was a slight pause on the other line. Low noises were heard in the background, but then the phone was seemingly held to Calum’s ear again. He released an audible sigh, then cleared his throat. “Uh, okay. Anything. What do you need? Are you all right?”

You opened your mouth to reply instantly, but then shut it once you felt a familiar lump form in your chest. Whenever someone asked how you were, there was always the usual easy answer: “I’m good, thanks. How are you?” But now, you knew you weren’t all right. You were crouched down on the front steps, the cold air biting at your skin as tears dried on your cheeks and your body shook with shivers. You weren’t all right in the slightest, and all you wanted was to go home, to get away from the party and what you had just seen.

You bit your lip to keep from crying again. “Just - can you just come get me?”

There was no hesitation this time. “Okay. Where are you?”

And then you felt it - your shoulders sinking with relief, the lump in your chest dissipating at the sound of Calum’s earnest tone that you recalled from when the two of you were kids, from a few years ago, even. After all this time, he would still jump at the chance to do you a favor in the ugly hours of the night. You and him had definitely grown apart since those days when you two were inseparable, but it was clear that Calum would still be there for you no matter what.

So you told him the address and hung up. He said he would be there in a few minutes - the two of you lived closeby, thankfully - but still, the waiting was eating at you. You could hear the party going on at full swing inside, and you could only imagine what your boyfriend was doing now. Was he still with her? Did he even know that you had shown up to the party at all? You had not a clue, and frankly, you wanted to stop thinking about it. Analyzing the poor situation at hand would only tug at the hole forming in your heart.

You kept your eyes trained on the toes of your boots on the concrete in front of you. People were in and out of the house, disregarding your figure slumped over on the steps as they frequented from their cars to inside the house. You felt invisible, and strangely, it was a nice sensation.

Finally, Calum’s car rolled up to the curb. It was his mother’s old minivan. You had seen him pulling out of the driveway across the street a few times, always with those boys that he used to hang around with when he was young. Calum never ventured away from the people that he knew and was comfortable around, unlike you. And that was why the two of you had drifted apart once high school started.

Now, however, you had never been happier to see him in your life. It had been so long since you had breathed in his scent or even met his eyes for longer than a few sparing moments at a time. He was familiar, but he didn’t know you - not anymore. And that was exactly what you needed, what you craved.

You swung open the passenger door, your breathing still uneven as you sank into the leather seat beside him, pulling your seat belt over your chest. Your vision was still slightly hazy and you knew your head wasn’t in the best place. “Hi, Calum.” You mumbled.

“Are you okay?” He questioned, not bothering with a standard greeting. The minivan was still in park and when you finally brought yourself to look at him, you saw that he was in his pajamas. Flannel pants and an oversized black hoodie, his hair disheveled and eyelids hooded from sleep.

You tore your gaze away and looked out the window toward the lively house that you had just emerged from. It was still flooded with people, and your thoughts drifted back to your now-ex-boyfriend, but you quickly shrugged them away. It all felt so far away now that you were here in the quiet with Calum. You could practically feel the concern radiating off of him, blanketing the air between the two of you.

“Bad night.” You waved him off, running your fingers through your frizzy hair. “Thanks for picking me up, though.”

Calum didn’t move. He kept the car in park, his eyes still boring into your side profile. “You - you can’t just do that, Y/N. You can’t just wake me up in the middle of the night after not speaking to me for years and not expect me to worry.”

You felt yourself getting sad again at the desperate tone of his voice. Calum was completely right - it wasn’t fair at all, not one bit, but you couldn’t bring yourself to explain. You didn’t want to even validate the fact that you had been cheated on. Your life that had been perfectly built up, sealed with happiness, was just damaged only slightly, but it was still enough to set you off.

“Please, Calum, just take me home.” You sighed impatiently.

You could see him shaking his head in your peripheral vision, mumbling something under his breath as he began to drive the car, except he was going in the wrong direction. Still, you said nothing about it. You just wanted silence.

But Calum wasn’t willing to give you that. “You’re so drunk.” He observed lowly, running his fingers over his jawline, at the tiny hint of stubble that was lingering on his chin. “How much did you even drink?”

“I’m fine now.” You mumbled wistfully, grimacing at his judgemental tone.

He glanced at you passively once more before looking at the road again, driving slowly through the local suburban streets, masked by the darkness of the night. It was past three in the morning now, and you could feel your eyelids drooping, but you knew you wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. Your mind would betray you and keep you awake, surely.

“Can you just tell me if you’re hurt or something? Or if you got into any trouble?” Calum spoke up after another moment of quiet. He was practically sputtering, the words leaving from behind his teeth in fast precision.

You let your head rest back on the seat and rolled your eyes. It felt good to be near him again, there was no questioning that, but you were growing irritated by his inquisitions. You wanted a distraction, not the usual nosiness that you found in school on a daily basis.

So, finally, you snapped. “He fucking cheated on me, Calum. Is that what you needed to hear? He cheated on me.”

You looked over to see the surprised look on his face, how his eyes widened and his lips parted with shock. He hadn’t expected that, to say the least, but you didn’t think he would be so affected by your confession. He even pulled over on the road, in front of an old foreclosed house with an overgrown lawn, staring at you with pity, now. “Y/N, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t -”

“It’s fine.” You interrupted, your voice cold and detached. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to do anything.”

“Okay, that’s fine. That’s fine.” He muttered, blinking furiously. You stared at the way he grasped the steering wheel, his slender fingers curling around its curvature as the silence began to envelope the two of you once again. “But...why did you call me? Of all people?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, letting out an exaggerated breath. The darkness was disguising your discomfort, tricking you, making words fall to your tongue despite your earlier predisposition of deciding against speaking what was on your mind. And you knew Calum would ask this - he was always curious, it was in his nature, and you knew the answer. You had one prepared - a lie, a basic deceit, but now, while he was looking at you with a certain hopeful expression etched into his features, you wanted to speak the truth. It was bubbling inside of you, begging to be released, itching at your skin and fogging up your brain.

“I...I wanted a distraction.” You stuttered out, almost blurting the words, ridding them from your tongue. “We never talk anymore. We were friends growing up, you know? But now...you barely know anything about me.”

Calum’s lips turned upward at the corners, though you had no idea why. You were practically a mess, with makeup smudged down your face and your hair ratty from running your fingers through it. You could barely talk, your mouth was so dry, and despite your earlier denial, you were still drunk.

“You’re wrong.” Calum deadpanned.

“What?”

“You’re wrong,” he echoed. “I’m not some sort of stranger, Y/N. I know that you still hate vegetables and your bedroom walls are painted pink and your favorite movie is and always will be Lilo and Stitch. And I know that you aren’t much different from who you were when we were kids.”

You shook your head, letting out an empty chuckle. “Calum -”

“Just because we barely talk anymore doesn’t mean I don’t remember all of that about you.” He interrupted. His voice was quiet and nervous, his words hesitant as they left his lips. “I also know that your boyfriend is an asshole for cheating on you. And I’m glad you called me, of all people.”

You couldn’t find the words to speak anymore. You were staring at him in awe, unable to fathom that he could materialize everything he knew about you as a kid. And you could see it in his eyes - he understood you, despite the gap years of miscommunication, despite the fact that you thought him to be a stranger, he understood you. His gaze was dropping down your face, drinking in the sight of you, of your raw and honest look of sadness, and he just knew.

In that moment, you were good. You were finally able to silence the demons that were spiraling around in your head. It was only possible with Calum’s presence engulfing you, his scent noticeable in every inch of the air, sobering you. It was clean, you were understood, and you were good.

And when you leaned over the gearshift, placing your hand gently on Calum’s shoulder, your lips brushing over his in the ghost of a gesture, you had never felt more content in your life. You knew it wouldn’t last - he was your distraction, a diversion from the current distress that you felt, but somehow, you were still okay with that fact. There was something in his gaze and it was tasted on his tongue, the way it melted against yours in fluid, methodical motions, his hands snaking up your waist, resting on your back as he pulled you closer, closer.

Your fingers entangled themselves in his messy hair, feeling the strands as you tugged on them, noting the way that his lips parted with the sensation. You kissed him harder, wondering why you had never seen him in this light before. Calum was lovely in all ways: in his appearance and his words and the way that he looked at you the way no one else ever had. And suddenly, you thought yourself to be foolish for ever thinking that he could be a stranger who wouldn’t question you. Calum would always know you.

His hands were cupping your face, the pads of his thumbs brushing over the flushed skin on your cheeks in soothing, soft motions. You were surprised that he hadn’t pushed you away just yet. Calum was sensible. He had a good head on his shoulders, anyone knew that. But you supposed that maybe he was tossing aside his inhibitions because he, too knew tonight wasn’t ever going to last. In fact, you doubted that the two of you would speak again after this.

So you picked up the pace. You let him pull you over the console after he turned the keys in the ignition, shutting off the car. You swung your leg over so that you were sat in his lap, able to feel him more closely, to see him better. Even though it was dark, you could make out every detail of his face - how it had changed over the years, how his eyes stayed the same. How he was looking at you. And God, it was killing you, making your knees buckle from weakness, your stomach swarm with fleeting butterflies.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were seven.” Calum spoke after a moment of simply gazing at you, his hands still cradling your face gently. “I never thought it would be like this, though.”

You frowned. “Is it bad?”

“No, no,” he shook his head, his nature hesitant. “Just - don’t worry. You’re perfect. You’re fine, okay?”

You were confused by his words, by the subtle disappointment making an appearance in his features, but you ignored any doubts that began to surface in your mind. Instead of pressing him for a further explanation, you pulled him closer to you again, leaning down to connect your lips to his. The kiss was slower this time around, more delicate and deliberate as you tasted him, the familiar flavor of mint lingering on his teeth.

Calum’s palms slid from your cheeks, down your neck slowly, resting on your shoulders respectively. You got the feeling that he wasn’t sure of what exactly to do with his hands, so you took them in your own, placing them on your waist as you pulled away from him momentarily, eyes flashing open to meet his. “Don’t be nervous, Calum. It’s just me.”

“Not nervous,” he grumbled. “You’re drunk. I don’t want you to -”

“I won’t regret this.” You finished his sentence. “And I hope you won’t either.”

He swallowed thickly, gaze scanning your face. He was blatantly fighting an internal battle with himself, against his own morals and instincts, but it was so hard to do what was right when you were sat in his lap, your fingertips tracing the sharp angle of his jaw line, your lips swollen from his kisses. He had thought about this a lot - kissing you, touching you, feeling your skin. And regarding what he had said earlier...he thought it would happen because you genuinely wanted to do be with him. Not because you were sad, feeling rejected and looking for some sort of emotional out.

But as you leaned in again, your breaths mixing with his own, smelling strongly of vodka, he decided that he would take what he could get.

You felt his grip tighten on your waist just slightly, desperate to feel you without the interruption of your tight sweater. He tentatively hiked up the hem, sliding his hands beneath it, feeling the goosebumps that littered your skin, but his touch warmed you.

Your tongue glided across his bottom lip, your body still as you were perched in his lap. The space was cramped in the car, but you were thankful for it, how it increased your proximity to him. You were focused only on his scent and how it engulfed you completely, how you were lost in this little moment with Calum, worried about nothing but him anymore.

He broke away from you, his lips brushing against yours briefly before he let out a short breath. You could tell he wanted to say something, but he was quiet, only looking at you. His mouth curved into a soft smile as you reached up and combed your fingers through his dark hair, pushing it off of his forehead, entranced by the way he was completely allured by everything that you were doing.

You saw the way his eyes widened slightly when you leaned back, your fingers pulling at the hem of your sweater before you tugged it up and over your head. Calum’s hands were still stationed on your hips, gripping your plentiful flesh even more harshly as his stare raked over your chest, your breasts pushed up in the lacey bra that you had put on before you made the mistake of heading to the party.

“You can touch me, Cal.” You whispered lowly, encouragingly.

He was already one step ahead of you, though, his touch sliding up the curve of your waist until his fingertips skimmed over your ribcage. His bottom lip was between his teeth as he traced the outline of your bra, snapping the strap against your skin before his large hands were cupping your breasts, his breaths falling from his lips rapidly.

You then reached behind your back, seeing Calum’s face become illuminated by the headlights of a car passing on the opposite side of the road, though neither one of you cared enough to worry about being seen. He was already hypnotized by your fluid movements, watching as you unclasped your bra, letting it fall from your chest carelessly, tossing it to the passenger seat where your sweater had previously been ditched.

Goosebumps rose on your skin once more as the cold air hit you. Calum leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss as his hands felt at your breasts, fingertips brushing over your nipples until they hardened from the sensation. He was utterly speechless, unable to formulate any words as he kissed you sporadically, pausing every now and then to gape at the way you looked before him.

He craned his neck forward again, though this time, he was dragging his lips over your jaw until they were level with your ear. “So pretty.” He mumbled. The way his voice sounded made you shiver as you snaked your hands around his frame, feeling the broadness of his back over the thick material of his sweatshirt.

His palms were still placed over your breasts as he kissed gently at your neck, the gesture lingering against your skin, making your mouth fall agape due to how subtle his movements were. He was so attentive, tenderly kissing your throat until he stopped just above your collarbone, sucking a hickey into your skin, teeth grazing over the blossoming bruise and tongue following suit.

And really, you never thought you would be in this position. Just a few hours ago you had a boyfriend who you thought was head over heels for you, but then you saw him with her and discovered that it was almost funny how fast things could change. There you were, now sat in Calum’s lap, the silence of his car bridged by the heavy breaths you expelled as he continued to kiss at your neck.

You wound your fingers through his hair and tugged again as you tilted your head, allowing him better access to your skin, feeling his hands all over. Your heart was racing from the sensation, how good it felt as Calum left hickeys in a jagged line down your throat. He was taking his time to memorize the way you felt beneath his lips, the way your back would arch just slightly when he would exhale a deep breath over the lovebites he left in his wake.

But you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted more. You wanted to feel him in the way that he was feeling you. You wanted to understand him in the way that he seemed to get you. You wanted to return whatever he was offering, to make him sense that same security that you were experiencing with his arms wrapped around your figure.

So you nudged him just gently, your fingers fumbling with holding onto the hem of his sweatshirt as you began to tug it up. Calum aided your motions, pulling it off before tossing it into the backseat, leaving him in a thin gray tank top that hugged his slender torso. You let your palms drag over his bare shoulders, traveling down the expanse of his arms, feeling the way his muscles tensed at the sensation. He was so warm.

You liked his body, the way that it harmonized with yours. If you moved, he moved. Everything fit together perfectly - so perfectly that you had trouble pinpointing the reason why you had ever left Calum in your past, abandoning him once high school started.

But it was difficult to think otherwise when he was looking at you with those eyes. Of course you were wondering how you were ever able to live without him - your mind was not in the right place, you were drunk, and you had just endured one of the worst nights of your life. Anything other than crying on the front steps of a stranger’s house seemed magnificent.

At least you told yourself that, just to justify your actions, to make yourself feel better about practically using the boy. And you weren’t unaware of the fact that he was gazing at you like he dreamed about this moment his entire life, because in actuality, Calum really had thought about having you like this - many times before. But it had never even crossed your mind until now, until he saw you and who you really were when you thought that no one could ever uncoil your twisted ends.

Your hands outreached toward his figure again as you removed his tank top, clutching it in your grasp before tossing it to the side along with your other clothing. His shirtless chest was almost glowing in the dark due to the bright moonlight that had emerged from behind thick clouds. You ran your touch over his pectoral muscles, down his abdomen, noting the way that it clenched as he held his breath, eyes boring into yours.

“Do you want me to touch you?” You questioned in undertone. Your voice was so quiet, sultry as you cocked an eyebrow in his direction, unable to compose yourself. You were past the point of overwhelmed by both your hormones and your emotions, but right then, you decided which facet was easier to focus on - the dampness between your thighs and the hunger that was erupting inside of you just by the sight of him.

Calum nodded eagerly, licking his lips as his hands retreated from your hips to the seat’s armrests beside him. He held them tightly as you continued to caress his naked skin, gauging his reaction to every miniscule move you made, every twist of your wrist and subtle scratch of your fingernails. He was so responsive, already squirming although you hadn’t done anything just yet.

You started by inching yourself backward, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips, though you could sense his distraction as his tongue rolled over yours languidly. He was already worked up by your question, and that thought was almost endearing.

You were still in his lap, your back against the car’s steering wheel as you blinked at him. Your head was light from the alcohol, but you were able to think coherently, to make sure that your movements weren’t too sloppy or disjointed. For some reason, you wanted this moment to be special - more special than it already was, even if you were denying that fact.

Your fingertips outlined the waistband of his flannel pants, your eyes observing the tent that had already formed there from when the two of you were kissing and touching and exploring. Calum was breathing heavily, watching as you began to pull at the pajama pants. He raised his lower half so that you could get them most of the way down his legs, so that you could see the black briefs that hugged his hips so nicely. His thighs were firm and muscular, smooth beneath your palms as you ran your palms up and down his skin, feeling him. His gaze continuously flickered from the movements of your hands up to your face, watching as you parted your lips and gaped at his body, at how beautiful the boy in front of you was.

Finally, you guided your touch upward, fingertips grazing over his erection that was straining against his boxers. You could make out every inch of him through the tight material, practically see him pulsing as you teased him, pressing the heel of your palm over his shaft, causing Calum to release a short whimper. You looked up at him once he made the sound, your movements unwavering as you watched the way his jaw went slack and his eyes screwed shut as the pleasurable feeling. He looked so good like this, with his cheeks flushed just gently, his stomach tensing, his biceps bulging.

“Feel good?” You asked, swallowing thickly. The vision of him already appearing so wrecked was enough to make your mouth dry, your insides churning with desperation.

Calum nodded. “So damn good.” He groaned out, his hips bucking up as you continued to touch him more deliberately, your fingers practically curling around his erection.

You almost smiled, nearly proud of yourself that you were able to make him feel like this and you hadn’t even gotten his boxers off yet. It went to show how much time Calum spent with members of the opposite sex. You knew he was a quiet kid - he always was, even when you two were children - but you never thought his luck with girls was that indecent.

You continued feeling him through his boxers, teasing him as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his jaw, then one to the corner of his mouth. He barely noticed your gestures, his grip tightening on the armrests on each side of him, quiet whimpers repeatedly leaving his lips. You wanted to remember how those noises sounded as they filled the silence of the car, how pretty they were and how they encouraged you.

Finally, you dipped your hand beneath the waistband of his briefs, feeling his erection flush against your palm. He was so hard, virtually throbbing as you wrapped your fingers around his base, slowly grasping his length as you stroked him in sparing, slow motions. Your face was still level with his as you watched the way his brow furrowed, his bottom lip taken between his teeth before he released it, cursing under his breath.

“Open up your eyes, Cal,” you urged in a whisper. “Look at me, baby.”

He sucked in a short breath before blinking his eyes open, immediately meeting your gaze. There was a certain desperation pooling in his dark irises, and the notion was confirmed once he reached out and finally touched you, brushing your hair out of your face to tuck it behind your ear. You were almost flattered by the affectionate gesture, your movements halting completely as you stared at him. He cared about you, and it was apparent in every single move he made.

That fact almost made you pull away from him completely, almost made you put on all your clothes and call your brother to come pick you up at the side of the road. You and Calum were touching each other for two different reasons and it made you feel guilty.

But he distracted you, seeing the wistful expression form on your face instantly. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, cupping your face, kissing you so intensely. He was silently letting you know that he didn’t want you to stop, so you didn’t. You kept touching him, kept thriving off of his quiet whimpers and attentive kisses, wondering how the hell you never noticed that this boy was so in love with you. Wondering why wasted your time on someone else when Calum was right there, remembering how you were as a child, coming out in the middle of the night to pick you up when you needed him again.

You felt horrible.

But still, you continued kissing him, swallowing back the lump in your throat for what felt like the thousandth time that night. You only pulled away to let Calum press his lips against your neck again, creating hickey after hickey, as if he was claiming you as his for just one night. You let him, you let him do whatever he wanted, because you liked the way it felt and because you felt bad for using him.

Finally, you pulled back for just a moment, attempting to detach your body from your brain. The whole reason you called Calum was so that you could stop thinking, so that you could be distracted. So you reminded yourself of that, pulling Calum’s boxers down his thighs all the way, noting the shiver that traveled down his spine and the way it made your stomach flip.

You were bent at an awkward angle before him, though the positioning didn’t bother either one of you. Your breaths were shallow in your chest as you kept your grip grasped around his base, your face lowering until you were able to kitten-lick his head, eyes flickering up to watch the way Calum threw his head back at the sensation. You wrapped your lips around his tip fully, sucking harshly until your cheeks were hollowed and his knuckles were turning white from holding onto the armrests so tightly.

You lowered your mouth on his length, feeling it flat on your tongue as you breathed through your nose. You tried to take as much of him as you could, your eyes watering until you screwed them shut to keep them from tearing up. You almost let a gag escape your throat before you pulled off just slightly, bobbing your head at a steady pace as your hand pumped what you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby.” Calum gritted out. The way the pet name fell from his tongue made your heart skip a beat, and when he extended his hand outward to entangle his fingers in your hair, you lowered yourself even more.

He was already sweating, a thin sheen blanketing his tanned skin. He held your hair out of your face, watching with parted lips as you hollowed your cheeks on his length, your free hand clutching his tensed thigh now. You tuned in only to the sounds he made, how he looked above you as you pleasured him, how you knew he was enjoying every minute of this, and you were, too.

But you pulled off after another moment, your hand absently stroking his length as you looked up at him, measuring out your breaths. There was an unspoken agreement that occurred when you locked eyes with him again - he wanted you, there was no questioning that, and you wanted him, too. So you straddled him again, your legs on either side of his as he pulled you in for another kiss, hands smoothing over your chest and landing on your waist once again. “You’re fuckin’ amazing.” He mumbled against your lips.

You only pulled away, feeling a small smile on your face - one that you couldn’t bother to even try and suppress. With every passing second, he was taking you away from the messy place that you had been in just an hour ago, completely hypnotizing you with every glance, every kiss, every touch. It wouldn’t last forever - you knew that when you climbed into his stupid minivan, but for now, it was enough.

Hesitantly, Calum’s fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans. It took a moment for you to realize that his hands were shaking, so gently, you nudged him away, pulling down the zipper and shimmying the denim down your thighs. “It’s just me.” You reminded him.

“And that’s exactly it,” Calum breathed out. “It’s you, and I lied before. I’m nervous.”

You laughed softly, grinning at him in the darkness of the car, running your fingers through his hair again as you observed the sheepish smile grow on his face. “I knew you were lying, Calum.”

His gaze dropped from yours, watching his own movements as he took your hands from his hair,

holding them in his own, squeezing your palms. “Can you just promise me something? Please?”

“Anything.” You nodded, beginning to grow worried.

“Just...promise me things will be different after this. That you won’t get back together with that douchebag boyfriend of yours. That we’ll be friends, maybe.”

Even though you knew how uncertain everything was, even though you really couldn’t promise the boy anything, even though you knew things wouldn’t be different at all, you looked Calum straight in the eye and lied. “I promise.”

And maybe you lied because you knew that he would’ve stopped everything and drove you home right then and there if he knew you weren’t planning on speaking to him ever again. Maybe you lied because you couldn’t possibly think of hurting the boy’s feelings. Maybe you lied because you knew that tomorrow, when this night was over and done with, you knew that your feelings for Calum couldn’t possibly measure up to his feelings for you.

So you lied, the words escaping from behind your teeth as you leaned forward and kissed him again, completely losing yourself in him, in your dishonesty and in the confusing place that your mental state seemed to be in. You lied, and you did it to protect him.

Calum’s kisses were ignited with passion after he believed your deceit. His tongue was tracing the outline of your bottom lips gently, his touch running up and down your bare body until he was breaking away from you to reach into his wallet that was tossed into the car’s console. He pulled out a single condom, his breathing ragged as he ripped open the foil, glancing at you before you inched away from him so that he could roll the latex over his length.

And time resumed again. You pressed your lips to Calum’s once more before raising your hips over him, your hand wrapped around his base as you lined his tip up with your entrance, lowering yourself onto his shaft until you were bottomed out, overwhelmed by the depth and the sensation of your walls constricting around his girth.

“Fuck,” Calum hissed out, teeth gritted and jaw clenched.

You were silent, though your mouth was agape and you wanted to cry out at the intensity of the feeling. Your fingernails dug into Calum’s shoulder as you lowered yourself again, and again, and again, developing a slow but pleasurable pace that was powerful enough to make you shake in euphoria. Your eyes were screwed shut, and still, you could feel Calum staring at you, watching the way your face contorted and scrunched up involuntarily.

“You look so good,” Calum murmured. “So good.”

The honesty in his tone made you blink your eyes open. Your proximity was so close, you could feel his breaths fanning over you in short pants, but you couldn’t bring yourself to lean in and kiss him again. You were too overwhelmed by the way your body fit together perfectly with his, how you were almost made to be with him like this.

Calum lifted his hands from your waist to curl around the nape of your neck as you continued to lower yourself up and down. Your thighs were already burning but the slight discomfort was overshadowed by the intense pleasure, how Calum’s tip brushed against your g-spot each time you bottomed out, how his palms moved down again as he squeezed your breasts, eyes watching the way you looked on top of him. He was so inundated by your appearance and by how he was feeling, all words disappearing from his head as he whimpered lowly, letting you take the reins.

And really, you were fine with that. You knew he was nervous and you knew what this moment mean to Calum. You were mesmerized by the way he was looking at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world, and you were sure that he thought that, too. You were sure that he wanted to say it, that he wanted to shower you in compliments and tell you just how he was feeling, but his words were caught in his throat and he knew that you didn’t feel the same.

So nothing was said as you moved on top of him, the sound of skin on skin filling the air combined with the noises that Calum made, followed by the quiet moans that left your lips. You couldn’t help yourself - it felt too good, the mixture of the overbearing feeling in your stomach each time you sunk down onto his length and the way that his hands gravitated from your breasts down to your ass, kneading your skin and guiding your movements.

Finally, Calum spoke, though his words were minimal and his voice was wrecked. “Keep going, baby, just like that.”

And he was talking nonsense but the sound of his verbal encouragements were enough to spur you on, to get you moving even faster, your hands now flat on his chest as you bounced up and down. You could feel his heartbeat and how it was hammering, pounding. You knew your heartbeat was the exact same, maybe even faster.

Calum then began to meet your thrusts, raising his hips upward just slightly, but it was still enough to make you cry out in surprise and pleasure. You could feel yourself slowly starting to lose momentum, completely engulfed in the way that he was making you feel and how your body was reacting to it. You were shaking, trembling as Calum fucked up into you, hands holding your waist and keeping you steady, his bottom lip between his teeth in determination.

“I - Calum, fuck.” You stuttered out, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. Your mouth was dry and you were sweating, feeling a hot flash come on as you began to unravel, your body spasming as Calum’s movements continued relentlessly.

“Go on, pretty girl.” He groaned, and you knew that he was losing it too, overwhelmed by the feeling of your walls clenching around him as you came.

Calum’s hips stunted as he released into the condom, your body collapsing against his as you panted. He grunted, lips at your ear as his muscles tensed, his grip on your waist so tight that you presumed bruises would be left in his wake. You didn’t mind, it didn’t hurt, and the way that he looked at you afterward was the same way that he was looking at you before.

He understood. And for tonight, it was enough.

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looneylooomis · 7 years ago

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Galactic Sins (Orson Krennic) Smut One Shot

He wanted to rip it all off and tear her to pieces.

How the black uniform she always wore clung appealingly to her lithe frame, accentuating the curves of her breasts and backside. How the skirt of said uniform stopped mid thigh, leaving her long legs encased in sheer hosiery and ending in black boots…

The Director had called Major Jelaenya “Jela” Larson into his office later than usual. The woman thought nothing of it really, given how the Director was. She figured that he wanted to go over the schematics for the Death Star again. After all, that’s what they’ve been pouring over nonstop for months. So when she entered his office and found no schematics or the usual tools littered all over his large desk, she was understandably confused.

“Sir?”

She stood at attention as her superior stared on from his desk. Director Orson Krennic was older than her with glacier blue eyes that could freeze anyone mid-step, high cheekbones, a mouth that always seemed to either be in a tight frown or an mocking smirk, and a narrow jawline. He was very handsome.

Still not a word was uttered from the Director even as he stood and stalked towards her. Circling her like a predator with its prey.

“Now Major Larson, do you know why I’ve called this meeting with you?” His gaze threatened to vaporize her entire being, something she internally relished.

“Have I done something to displease you, Director Krennic?” Jela was sure she hadn’t done anything to warrant a reprimand. Not this time at least. But she’d bite the bait to see where this conversation went. “If I have…I am most apologetic and anything you’d wish for me to remedy the situation…I will do so happily, Sir.”

“Oh perish the thought, darling.” His breath caressed her ear, sending delicious shivers down her spine. “Your work ethic as ever is exquisite. See…the issue I’ve taken with is as to why you’ve refused to move up when the opportunity was presented to you by The Grand Moff. You have the talent, the loyalty, so why stay?” Suspicion was laced in each word as they were uttered between gritted teeth.

Jela bit her bottom lip, as she mentally cursed herself. She should’ve known this was going to come up. That the Director would find out. She knew that Grand Moff Tarkin had to of mentioned it to him, to rile him up. It was no secret that Tarkin and Krennic despised each other.

“Permission to speak freely, Sir?” She found it best to just be honest, even at the inevitable expense of her own vulnerability.

“Granted, Major. Now on with it!” He growled out, blue orbs sparklingly with mocking curiosity as he impatiently waved his hand, waiting on his subordinate. “Make it good.”

“Sir, the reason isn’t a particularly good one in all honesty, it’s a bit embarrassing really. But my polite decline of The Grand Moff’s offer was due to the fact that I’d be sent off to an entirely different base..” Jela took a small breath, steeling her nerve before continuing, “…which meant that I wouldn’t be working under you.”

Orson didn’t respond immediately. His gaze didn’t give way to what was churning underneath the surface and he knew his lack of response was making his Major quite fidgety. In fact, he quite liked unnerving her, especially at this moment. Her posture was impeccable as ever, though the untrained eye would never catch the very slight waver in it due to her nerves.

When Major Jelaenya Larson was assigned to him to work on completing the Death Star. He scoffed at the idea, he didn’t need anymore help than what was already at his disposal. He said as much when he called her “a glorified assistant” to her face. But he had to give her some credit, she didn’t bat an eye or cower in a corner when he got in her face. And eventually he came around to having her at his beck and call, in fact he ended up enjoying it a bit too much.

Orson found himself observing his assistant more and more as time went on. How her dark brown hair was always styled in a low bun, complimenting her olive skin. Her equally as dark brown doe eyes that held such an innocence in them. He wanted to stomp it all out. How her slender nose made way for the small Cupid’s bow of her upper lip and that damnable bottom lip that she always seemed to be nibbling on.

He wanted to bite down hard on it till it bled.

Now upon hearing her confession, he realized he didn’t really want to relinquish control of her to a higher post. It pleased him greatly having her under his thumb.

“And why would that matter, Major? Do tell.” Even with knowing that her answer wasn’t up to snuff, he was as curious as Jela to see where this went.

“Sir, I admire you a great deal. Working under you has been such a beneficial experience, why would I want anything more when I have what I truly desire right in front of me every single day?” Her strong voice morphed into a husky whisper. “The desire to please you, Director.”

“Then show me, Jelaenya.” Orson demanded staring into her dark orbs, awaiting her reaction.

Jela bit down on her lip, noticing how the Directors pupils dilated. The way his accent glided over her name boosted her confidence tenfold. Her hands started to trail up and down her body, hips lightly swaying to a beat only she could hear as she pulled on the zipper in the back of her uniform.

Turning her back to him, she asked demurely “Sir, could you please? I’m afraid I’m unable reach the rest.”

He slowly obliged her request. The smooth leather of his gloves brushing against the soft olive skin of her back, sending jolts of hot heat straight to her core. Going against her want to lean back into his touch, she stepped forward and proceeded on with her ’show and tell’.

Letting the black & white collared uniform fall to the floor, slowly exposing her shoulders and revealing her secret penchant for not wearing any undergarments. Left in nothing but her sheer hosiery and boots. Toeing off each boot, she then made a show of rolling the sheer fabric down her long legs.

Facing her Director, baring herself entirely to him. The way his eyes hungrily devoured every inch of exposed skin, the way his hands clenched into fists, fighting himself from taking her right then and there.

While relishing in the burn of his gaze, her sights zeroed in on his magnificent white cape. She drew a cheeky smile as an idea suddenly came to her. The former of which made Orson raise an eyebrow as she swayed her way around him.

Now Orson wasn’t usually one for romantic phrasing, but to say she was a gorgeous sight to behold wouldn’t do her any justice. Even with that mischievous smirk, it just added to his ever growing lust. Perky breasts, taut nipples, and a slender waist that lead down to the delectable lips of her sex.

He was going to destroy her.

“Excuse me, while I relieve you of your cape, Sir.” The sensual rasp of her voice sent lustful shivers down his spine as she unclasped the cape from his uniform.

Circling back in front of him, she gently placed the billowing fabric on her shoulders, leaving her front still exposed to him.

Well, fuck if he wasn’t hard before he sure as hell was now.

The cape covered nothing except her back and still Jela felt incredibly powerful, like she could rule her own galaxy with just a look. “Is this how he feels everyday?.” She thought briefly as her gaze met the smoldering man currently standing face to face with her. “When did he move?”

“Oh Jelaenya, don’t you look ravishing.” He murmured turning her around as he nuzzled the crook of her neck, firm hands pulling her even closer to him.

Even with his cape and uniform serving as a barrier between them, she could still feel how rock hard this man was for her. Jela bit down hard on her lip as a moan escaped.

Black leather roamed her body, pausing at her breasts. Large firm hands pulled and tweaked at her nipples, earning a squeal from the brunette.

His hot breath danced along the curve of her neck, sending shivers down her spine and right into her aching core.

Jela bit down on her bottom lip, hard enough that a few droplets of crimson dropped down her chin and onto her heaving chest.

Orson stared at the blood as it slowly glided down her breasts. Taking his gloved hands from her chest, he quickly removed the leather material from them. Returning his hands, sans gloves, the skin to skin contact was enough to elicit a small moan from the both of them.

He trailed a finger over the blood trails, as if he was painting a masterpiece. The way the crimson contrasted against warm olive skin….he needed to feel her, ram himself deep inside her until she became operatic in her screams.

Her eyes threatened to roll back into her skull as well as her hand ached to rub away the throbbing of her clit. Hand slightly shaky in anticipation of Orson’s reaction as she moved it to rub herself.

Large hands stopped any moving, one hand grabbed her wrist in a tight grip. Jela let out a surprised squeal, looking over at Orson’s hard stare.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He glared “I don’t recall giving you any indication that you were allowed to touch what is mine.”

It was like she had lost the ability to speak, lost completely in her lustful haze.

“Did I, Jelaenya?” Orson grounded out, twirling her around so she faced him. “Answer me.”

“N-No, Si-Sir!” Jela managed to squeak out.

“Then why were you about to touch yourself? Hmm?” He questioned, licking his lips as glancing down, seeing a glistening wetness trail down her thighs. “Want me to fuck you, Sweetheart? Want me to fuck that cunt good?”

His crude words went straight to her sex, that was now throbbing painfully for release.

“Oh, yes Sir! Oh please please pleaseee!” Jela was not above begging at this point. “Oh won’t you fuck my aching cunt good. Throw me into sweet oblivion?!”

Leaning into her, grinding his clothed cock against her bare pussy. He wasn’t sure if he was punishing her or himself at this point.

“I’d be much obliged, my darling, Jelaenya.” Orson crooned in her ear, licking its shell. “Turn around and lean against the desk.”

Jela quickly turned, leaning her hot body against the cool metal of his desk. Never did she think that the sound of a zipper and snap of a button would excite her so much. But alas here she was, literally dripping with excitement.

Shoving his trousers down slightly, positioning his erect cock against her waiting wet lips. He started out slowly pushing into her but quickly lost patience, slamming his entire length into her.

The sound that emanated from Jela’s lips was a mix between a surprised scream and a thankful moan. She wanted rougher.

“Holy fuck, Sir.” She squeaked out. “Please keep doing that! Tear my cunt apart!”

Orson growled, clutching her firm rear with one hand and giving the other cheek a hard smack, he continued his onslaught. With each hard slam of his cock into her tight warm center, it was getting harder to keep himself from coming undone. He was hellbent on being balls deep in her pussy for as long as he could.

He pulled out quickly, all but ripping his own uniform off and sitting himself onto his chair. Looking at Jela standing there, waiting for his next order, he barked “Ride my fucking cock, Jelaenya!”

Jela snapped to attention as she excitedly rushed over, straddling him. Pushing herself down onto his thick cock, the new position, the angle, she just couldn’t verbalize how fantastic he felt deep inside her. She felt incredibly full.

Picking up her rhythm, she leaned into Orson taking his lips into her own. The kiss was frantic…consuming, drenched in need and absolute possession. Like they wanted to engulf the other completely.

Orson broke away, moving down her neck, biting hard just enough to hear Jela’s needy mewls. He grinned into her hot skin, soothing the marked skin with his tongue then biting again.

Clutching handfuls of her bouncing ass, steering her harder onto his throbbing dick. Each thrust of her hips, bringing both of them on the brink of completion.

“Si-Sir! I’m so close, oh so close!” Jela rasped out, her orgasm so deliciously close.

“Say my name, Jelaenya!” Orson groaned as her walls started to constrict tightly around him. “Oh darling, I want to hear you scream it as you cum all over my cock.”

That was all she needed to hear as it all came crashing down around her.

“Ye-Yes! Or-Orson!” Jela stuttered out as a tidal wave of intense warmth washed over her entire body. It happened so suddenly that she almost lost her grip on him.

She clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin drawing blood. Her chest pressed tightly against his, smearing crimson liquid between the both of them.

She rode his cock with such a fervor, she couldn’t think straight. Consumed completely by lust.

“ORSON! Yess yesss yesssss!” She moaned continuously as if reciting a prayer.

“Oh, My Director.” She purred, resting her head on his shoulder.

That did him in, those three fucking words.

He thrusted up into her soaked pussy, pounding away as his own orgasm shattered around him.

“Fucking hell!” He yelled cumming deep inside her, just like he wanted. Thick white spurts coated her inner walls, filling her in the most delicious of ways.

He chanted her name as he came down, gently stroking her head with one hand while the other kept it’s firm grip on her tush as he slowly pumped into her until he could no more.

“Jelaenya, my dear, you were bloody brilliant.” He growled appreciatively into her hair.

Jela beamed at the praise, nuzzling into her directors shoulder even more.

“Sir-” She started to say but was interrupted.

“What did I say, Jelaenya?” Orson glowered.

“-Orson, I have you to thank for that.” Jela bit her lip, not thinking she’d ever tire of hearing him scold her and not be aroused by it. It meant he’d get rough with her, especially now.

“Good girl, Jelaenya.” Orson smirked, gently dragged his nails along her back. His smirk grew as Jela moaned. “Oh, you are quite the naughty minx, my dear. Already wanting more?”

“I’m always wanting more with you, Orson..” Jela bit her lip as a blush flushed over her face then she continued,

“You are after all, My Director.”

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dualectic · 7 years ago

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the alfie revamp: part II

(part I, which was a semi-successful attempt to whiten the yellowing on a nearly nine year old doll, can be found here)

So, where we left off from last time, I was concerned about the s-hooks in Alfie’s hands and feet digging and wearing away at the resin, and I wanted to reinforce those spots before they became truly structurally unsound.

This was a pretty simple and quick fix - I just made the bars in the hands and feet thicker with epoxy carefully patted in with a toothpick (I used Milliput, as I’ve worked with it before, but I don’t think you have to). If you have dolls that are older and that are starting to see serious wear here, I’d definitely recommend trying this out! This was about a 2-hour project, not including downtime when the epoxy is curing.

The only tricky thing about this is making sure that the reinforcement to the resin bar is still cylindrical so an s-hook will still smoothly glide over it. I initially made the bars too thick, and had to pry my s-hooks to be a little wider in order to accommodate the reinforced bars. You can also smooth and thin things out with a piece of sandpaper cut into a long, thin strip that’s the exact width of bar, looped through where the s-hook would go. A few back and forths with a coarser grit sandpaper did the trick for me! Since this is an area that’s totally hidden from view when the doll is assembled, I didn’t bother matching the epoxy to the resin, or making the thing particularly aesthetically appealing.

Then I went ahead and blushed the hands, although this was a bit of a learning curve! I’m not really thrilled with these results, but it was my first time in almost three years working with pastel on resin and I think need to get my touch back. These feel overblushed, though I was trying to compensate for the fact that the peroxide-baking soda bath over-whitened his hands. I’m mainly upset about the wrinkles, because they’re too thick and read as lines of paint rather than realistic texture.

So, that was sort of the easy part! At this point, Alfie’s been lightened up, is no longer pee-yellow, and has gotten the resin equivalent of some glucosamine and chondroitin in his old creaky joints. I redid his hot glue sueding and he’s holding poses much more stably. But boy, the real plunge was deciding to modify his face.

This is Alfie, two weeks ago. In 2010, I gave Alfie a slight nose job to make his nose match the one I’ve always drawn for the character - it’s got that distinctive tip you can see in the profile shot above, and has a little bump on the bridge. That’s me - bulldozing the arguably more classically beautiful nose of the original Migidoll Ryu for my own ends. But the much bigger problem I’ve always had with this sculpt is its lack of jaw. Alfie, as I’ve drawn him since I was a wee teenager, has always had something of a Manly Jaw.

pictured: super embarrassing drawing from circa 2010 where Alfie Has a Manly Jaw (also, Nell, a character currently housed in a modified migidoll Jina, but she’s another story)

One day, I’m going to sculpt Alfie from scratch and get his face exactly right, and I debated for a while about undertaking a more drastic additive mod to his current face. What’s the point of owning a Migidoll Ryu, a sculpt I admire immensely in its original form, if I’m going to do something that’s going to make him not look like a Ryu? Prior to this, the only other additive mod I’d ever done was a slight eye closing on my Migidoll Jina. Excuse this ancient image that’s super JPEG-lossy.

Not only was that mod much less extensive, it was seven years ago and I haven’t touched epoxy since. In order to test the waters, I used some translucent Sculpey to quickly sketch out what the mod I had in mind would look like in the round.

As it turns out, this test is nothing like the final epoxy result, because Sculpey behaves very different than Milliput and I think it’s a medium that leads to a different sculptural result than epoxy. Since it’s infinitely malleable until baked, I ended up tweaking and tweaking forever and ever until I felt like I had totally lost my intentions. But it did give me the guts to go forward with a large additive epoxy mod.

The blessing of Milliput (or nightmare, depending on how you prefer to work) is that it starts to stiffen up at about the half hour mark, so it forces you to be decisive about your choices. I think I sculpted using larger, lumpier masses, with the knowledge that the stuff responds very well to sanding and that refinements could take place at that stage. Milliput can be smoothed out with water, and I did do this, but I didn’t stress about textural inconsistencies too much.

My goal for this mod was to drastically build out the jawline, reinforce the rather thin undereye with epoxy so I could then later go back and carve out a more hollowed eyesocket without compromising the thin parts of the resin, and make the brow a little more prominent. Think of it as Doll Puberty!

The additions took place over the course of about three days, since I thought going overboard would have been really easy. I really wanted the avoid the kind of “puffy” face look I got when I did the test run in Sculpey.

Nonetheless, the mod ended up colonizing way more of the original sculpt than I expected. I was referencing various stock images of men’s faces along the way in order to try and maintain some semblance of an understanding of the underlying structures of the face, and in doing so I realized exactly how much stuff needed to be added to his face to get that ~cut~ cheekbone and jaw situation.

After that, it was all about sanding. So much sanding. While I was mainly sanding down the epoxy, I also inevitably sanded the base resin to get a smooth transition between the two. I wore a face mask and sanded wet, to minimize the amount of dust kickup, because resin dust is not something you want to inhale. In order to put less strain on my hands and wrists and provide a shape to carve with, I molded pieces of kneaded eraser into the desired shapes and then wrapped sandpaper over them, and used that to do most of the heavy sanding. It definitely makes a difference when you’re doing it for hours on end.

And here’s the dude, all sanded up! I did most of the heavy subtractive sculpting with 200 grit sandpaper, and worked up in stages to a 3000 grit for the finishing and polishing. As you can see here, there’s a little pock mark on his cheek, from where an air bubble presumably got caught in the middle of my mods. I could have filled it in, but I kind of liked it and decided to keep it to later paint as a blemish or something. I also thought the end result here kind of just looked cool, like the inverse of a pattern of facial vitiligo or something.

I initially thought (rather foolishly) that I might be able to color correct the epoxy to match the resin with pastel only. Here are two layers of pastel over MSC. As you can see, while it worked somewhat and gave the epoxy a cool texture, it just couldn’t get opaque enough. An airbrush is the ideal way to go when doing this, I think.

Wel, I don’t own an airbrush, so I ended up hand painting, which gives...definitely a particular look, and one that I think not all people might like. I used various acrylic paints thinned out with water and matte medium. Since paint applies rather more thickly and with more visible brushstrokes when hand painting than when airbrushing, this gave his head a rather pasty, flat appearance initially, and also created a lot of texture. I decided to embrace it rather than fight it, and tried out a technique that Helene of @deleted-dollshe / @that-venitu / Rugged Realism / generally one of my favorite BJD people ever mentioned on her Instagram where she applied matte medium thickly over a doll head and then stippled it while still wet to create a pore-like texture over the resin.

I have mixed feelings about this - I think it would look fantastic on a doll whose face wasn’t painted over with an opaque acrylic, because resin has a slight luminosity that’s lost with the acrylic “foundation”. Alas, it was unavoidable in this case. I think I am moving more towards a more “imperfect” style with my faceups where evidenced of the human hand is more apparent anyhow, so I worked with it. I added lots of very light mottling (dip a toothbrush in a very diluted mix of pastel and water or acrylic paint, and flick from a distance onto your doll, it’s ~magic~), veining, faint wrinkles, and shadows.

And of course, the eyebrows. Who could forget? Alfie needs to be fleeky af or something.

Hopefully you can see some of the detail and texturing in this closeup! I think this is a technically stronger faceup than the previous one I did on Alfie. I’m not mad at the linework, anyhow.

And the other side, for good measure. After I sealed everything with MSC to make everything Very Very Matte, I actually went back in with matte medium on strategic points of the face. Contrary to its name, matte medium is in fact slightly more reflective than MSC, without looking outright glossy, so I dabbed some on the lips, waterline of the eyes, and down the nose, chin, and a bit under the eyes. I think it gives his face a more lifelike appearance in person, and you can see that it does photograph with a slight sheen.

And here’s the guy wigged and dressed! I’m still getting used to photographing him with the new face, since this is a pretty drastic change from his previous appearance. I’m finding that while I’m generally happy with my mods, there are certain moments when I’m shooting him and I realize that the form doesn’t work 100% at every angle, but this was my really sculptural mod, so I’m trying not to beat myself up about it too much. Overall, I’m just thrilled that I had the guts to do this and finally try and make Alfie look more like how I draw him. I’m waiting on some eyelashes in the mail, and I have a backup wig that I want to try styling for him, but he’s pretty much all finished otherwise! Thanks for coming along for the ride!

I’ll leave you with this horrifying compilation of faceups and stages that Alfie’s been through with me since I got him in 2008. I have no doubt that he’s going to continue to change as I grow and get older, but here’s to 2017 Alfie anyhow!

#bjd #bjd restoration #migidoll #migidoll ryu #bjd mod #faceup #long post

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maelien · 7 years ago

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stupid dumb Blizzard/Overwatch discourse below the cut

okay so i never thought i would ever post about discourse, but here i am. but since literally nobody wants a giant thing on their dash, im gonna put this below the cut. i apologise to anyone on mobile who has to scroll past this. anyways this post is about this:

by @yubird

btw im in agreement with the statement of this image, so if you dont care, feel free to scroll by. i dont expect anyone to read this tbh.

first of all, i want to preface this with the fact that while i do not play Overwatch, nor do i follow any of the lore or news, i still want to present some criticism because by being a public company, Blizzard is showing their creations to the world, which are therefore open for all kinds of feedback, positive or negative or even constructive. this isnt me bashing on Blizzard; i think theyre doing great things with the amounts of diversity in Overwatch, and from what i know, they pay a lot of attention to detail when it comes to game design and extra assets and whatnot. i just want to critique the same face syndrome that a lot of people have been pointing out lately.

so earlier today i got in a debate with some friends of mine about the idea that all Overwatch women have the same face. im gonna compile some of my friends’ arguments and my own arguments here, as well as some counter-arguments which were presented to me by my friends or by people discussing this topic online.

this is just because i feel like everyone who points out this same face syndrome doesnt really know why it bothers them, so here are some points i want to make.

first of all, upon asking my friend what they thought of the debate, they said they agree that all the Overwatch women’s faces look the same, stating that they knew this because “i have eyes,” as they put it. i just thought this would be a funny thing to put here, and it in no way is meant to derail the legitimate arguments which they or i have.

some other things this friend said (slightly edited for grammar or missing context from previous statements):

“the female hero that looks the most different is Zarya but her face is just wider, they still all have very similar nose and eye shapes, their facial designs are very plain in-game”

“it’s similar to frozen in how yes they look different but they all look very similar”

“in the cinematics the women look very different but in-game it’s almost like there was one basic model that was slightly tweaked for each character” (this is a point that i will mention and address later on)

“like damn if youre gonna have ‘em look different for the cinematography you cant adapt even just a little more of that into the game itself?”

“did u notice how small the noses on the black characters were” (this is addressing the models which Blizzard released, which are seen below)

another friend of mine had these statements to offer (slightly edited for grammar or missing context from previous statements):

“Okay, like, how many paintings or images or films or books have been about ugly females? The answer is not whole hell of a lot. Art, in general whether we’re talking about games, books, paintings, poems, films, they all have a problem with making ugly female characters. Even characters that are supposed to be “ugly” are often just a different shades of beauty and people find that beauty later. Meanwhile, a man could use his ugliness to his advantage, like Shrek, or the Beast, two ugly characters that frighten and intimidate people. I can’t think of any other “ugly” female character in the popular culture other than Fiona [from Shrek], maybe you have one?”

“Overwatch is guilty, yes, but it’s more indicative of a systemic problem overall. When humans tell stories about females, their beauty in some form or another has to be addressed” (i appreciated this friend’s application of this issue to the bigger picture outside of Overwatch because it definitely needed to be addressed alongside Blizzard’s same face syndrome)

a third friend had these things to say on the topic (slightly edited for grammar or missing context from previous statements):

“I suppose they do only add traditionally beautiful girls on there. It’s totally fair to say that they put more effort into the model design of the dudes than the girls.”

“Yah there is definitely a focus on accessories and ensuring feminine traits in the girls.”

“In general creating more variety in the way people are presented helps everyone.”

some counter-arguments i received were (slightly edited for grammar or missing context from previous statements):

“Mercy has shallow cheeks and a long face, Mei has a short face with chubby cheeks, Ana has a distinct grandma face” (i personally feel like Ana looks about 35 at most)

“Mercy has a pointy chin, Pharah has a flat square chin”

“Tracer has a flatter round chin”

“Even that overlay of Mercy’s face onto [Brigitte]… The jaw? Different. Mercy has shallower cheeks. The chin? Not even close to the same shape. The nose? Mercy has a much thinner, longer nose.” (referring to the image below)

(from @arimarushunya)

i received other counter-arguments that were made during a verbal conversation, but i dont remember them. however, i will provide counter-arguments below during my argument.

i am pulling the next part of this post from a long discussion i had with a friend about this matter, and they provided good counter-arguments that are very important to include during my argument because i do not want anyone to think that i am not aware of other ways that people may look at this, nor do i wish for anyone to think that i refuse to listen to other views.

i agree with some of the counter-arguments, but i still stand by my criticism that there could be more effort put in. do i expect that, though? absolutely not. this is just my opinion and nothing more. just a commentary on some person’s irrelevant blog.

first of all, the fact that many of the men’s faces look literally so different from each other needs to be addressed. each one is very unique, or at least a good portion of them. for example:

Roadhog has a really round head.

Junkrat has a banana-shaped head.

McCree has a square jaw.

Hanzo has a very strong brow and jawline.

Torbjorn has a very compressed face.

Winston is a fucking gorilla for chrissake.

many of the male characters in Overwatch have something very unique and discernible from the other male characters. while i do concede that some male models are similar to each other, and some male models wear masks or are not even human (my mention of Winston is half-joking, as i know many people consider him to be a different category, but i also think it should be noted that there are no non-human (or at least, non-human-like) women in Overwatch), i think that the amount of distinctly different male models in comparison to the amount of distinctly different female models is….. annoying. lazy. boring. embarrassing, even.

my biggest point is that the people who have an issue with this same face syndrome is that we’re tired of seeing the same model with tiny changes made to it. you can only look at the same woman with slightly different features so many times before you start to ask, “is this it?” give us something new to look at, Blizzard!

now, a counter-argument i received was that you dont really look at the face much in game. my friend said, “faces, in a game where faces are barely seen, barely matter. in the cinematics they matter a lot.” while i acknowledge the truth behind the argument that you dont look at the characters’ faces much while playing, i still think that the faces do hold some significance, because otherwise all the male models would have the same faces in-game. Blizzard has taken the time to carefully create these incredibly unique models for each male character, but when it comes to creating the female characters’ models, Blizzard sort of gives up and barely changes the default model they seem to use. this isnt a matter of unimportance as it is a matter of laziness.

the best example of this is with Brigitte, who is the most recent addition to the heroes gallery. in her cinematic, she is seen as broad-shouldered with a round face, round eyes, olive or tan skin, a round chin, thick lips, green/hazel eyes and brown hair. however, when it comes to her in-game model, well… she doesnt exactly live up to that. her in-game model has reddish hair, brown eyes, a slender face, a pointed chin, light skin, almond-shaped eyes, and a thin upper lip. she almost doesnt look like the same person! you can see the differences in the image below.

(from @flambxyant)

now, some people commented on the post that this image is from that the engines used for the cinematics and the game are different. and while i concede that these arent the same, and therefore it would be difficult to make an exact replica of the cinematic version of Brigitte in the game engine, i feel like she still falls short of what could be accomplished. if the problem was truly the difference in the engines, then you would see a similar change in the male models between the cinematic engine and the game engine. however, Blizzard seems to have no problem replicating models in both engines, except for when it come to the female models. thats the problem that people have; they arent being nit-picky, as some may argue – this is an actual issue that many people are noticing.

as seen in previous images, Brigitte has been compared to Mercy, who is a popular support character in the game (Brigitte is also a support character), as well as to D.VA and Tracer, who are not support characters (im not really sure what the categories are other than support tbh). the issue which is being presented is that many of the Overwatch women have very similar faces; even if they have some unique features, the female models in Overwatch still do not stray too far from the base model which is clearly detectable in all of them. you do not really see this as clearly in the male models, as each of them has been changed to express the character’s personality or background. it is more difficult to pick up on a character’s personality or background when looking at the female models; you can kind of gauge that Ana is older and may have been in a war because she has vaguely wrinkled skin and an eye patch, but other than that, the women of Overwatch arent exactly telling their stories unless you read their lore.

another issue i have to address is that, while all of the characters have a unique backstory, not everyone playing Overwatch is interested in that; some people just want to play the game. and when you have a heroes gallery with a plethora of unique male models to choose from, and then basically the same face on all of the female models, it feels kind of…. lacking. like, “oh wow, a new character!” but how new is the character if youre just looking at the same model with slight changes in the face and a repaint? you might as well just be getting a different skin and slapping it onto one available option.

my issue here is that having unique lore doesnt counteract the fact that the female models all look very similar to each other. when youre playing the game, youre looking at the model. sure, you get different weapons and armour, but it’s the same figure. and honestly, i kind of get the feeling that Blizzard tries to give each female model a sense of uniqueness by changing their armour or clothes instead of their model shape or size.

it just doesnt feel right when you compare it to how unique each male model is. you feel refreshed when looking at each male character because they all have a unique silhouette; theyre easily discernible from the others. however, the female models all have rather similar silhouettes: tall and slender. this isnt to completely disregard Mei and Zarya, but really, those two are essentially the only unique silhouettes out of all the of female models.

while im not disparaging the fact that Blizzard has created unique lore for each character, i still feel like having as much model diversity in the female models as is in the male models would be nice. like, i think everyone can agree that having different silhouettes in the male models is really refreshing to look at, and in turn, having different silhouettes in the female models would be just as pleasant.

i feel as though Blizzard is apprehensive about going out of their comfort zone when creating female models. they kind of seem to default on slender, attractive faces with thin noses. this isnt to say that non-slender faces or big noses cant be attractive; i am saying that Blizzard sticks to western beauty standards when creating their female models. my friend made a counter-argument that the target audience is men, and therefore the women characters are often going to be designed to appeal to this audience. while i understand the reason why Blizzard would do this, as appealing to this audience will likely raise their profits and positive reception, i still feel like they are missing out on a lot of potential that the company has. like, let’s be real here……. if there are people who will main Junkrat and want to bone down with his nasty ass, then im pretty sure that there would be people who would enjoy a less conventionally attractive female character.

i have an issue with the fact that Blizzard wont even attempt to create a unique female model. it’s almost as if they made Zarya and Mei and were like “thats good! no more!” but yet they will make a gorilla; and a really fat guy; and a skinny, unkempt, hunched over dude. but they wont even try to accomplish anything like that when creating a female model. sure, Ana is sort of hunched over to indicate her age, but she still maintains a relatively dainty posture.

Overwatch gets praise for the diversity seen in their characters, and while my friend made a counter-argument that it might just be for national diversity – or racial diversity, or whatever you wanna call it when people come from different parts of the world – i still feel like this diversity is lacking in the women of Overwatch. the men of Overwatch have all sorts of body types: short, tall, skinny, fat, muscled, disabilities, etc…… but the women have significantly less body types: you have Zarya, who is broad-shouldered and has muscles; you have Mei, who is plus-sized – or fat, or thicc if you prefer; you have Ana who is old and sort of shows it; you have Sombra who is slightly shorter than the rest of the characters, but not by much; you have Moira who is slightly taller than the rest of the characters, but not by much….. but generally, all of the women of Overwatch look pretty much the same. theres not much diversity seen there.

now, again, do i expect Blizzard to change the way they design female characters? no, because as my friend stated, “…their current formula is working out quite well…” i just wish that when people look at the characters in Overwatch, they could have something new to see in each and every character. it’s tiring to see pretty much the same woman with different clothes when the men of Overwatch are so distinct from each other.

and yes, while i do not play Overwatch, or any video games for that matter, that doesnt mean my argument is pointless. sure, i dont expect anything to come of it, but it’s at least food for thought, you know? and if you think about it, the lack of diversity in the female models in Overwatch doesnt do much good in showing the creative abilities of Blizzard, which is a public company and therefore trying to sell their product to an audience who very likely wants to buy something unique and impressive. thats not to say Overwatch isnt impressive – i actually find the art style to be extremely attractive, and the fact that it is such a popular game goes to show that the company is doing something right. but that doesnt mean that the game is flawless; it just means the flaws are often overlooked or just accepted by the consumers and creators.

you see, when i look at a character and see how unique and detailed their physical design is in comparison to other characters that it is associated with, i am able to tell that the person who made that character put a lot of time, care, and thought into that character in order to make it stand out as its own individual. when looking at how similar the women of Overwatch look to each other, i cant help but feel that there is a lack of time, care, and thought going into them. you can tell the creators thought a lot about each man in Overwatch, as they all look like individuals compared to one another; however, this isnt very present when looking at the women of Overwatch.

you see, you need to put care and effort into all of your characters in order for people to take your diversity seriously. if youre presenting all of the same models for the women, but really unique models for the men, sure, you have representation for women, but it kind of feels like you see women as identical and incapable of being as unique as men can be, which is just lazy and kind of sexist. and im not trying to get into a really stupidly obnoxious “this is sexist!” argument, because tbh i hate those, but like…. i just wanna see some new stuff brought to the table. something to really make you go, “wow, that character really stands out from the others!”

i dont feel like my opinion of the game – or really anyone’s opinion of the game – would change if Overwatch were to have more diverse female models, but i do think that people, no matter what their opinions of the game were, would at least be able to look at the character and be able to tell that at least the creators put thought and care into each character. while there definitely is care and thought seen in each character, i dont really see an issue with some people wishing there was just a bit more for the women of Overwatch.

anyways that basically all i have. if you made it this far, i appreciate you reading all of this. feel free to message me or something about this (on @nuketowncryptid since i dont have any messaging system set up on this blog because it’s pointless) if you wanna talk about it. anyways, thank you so much for reading what i have to say. you dont have to share this if you dont want to, and again, i really dont want to have anyone feel like im pushing my opinions on them; i just wanted to share my thoughts on the subject. overall, im just glad to see people are at least enjoying the game because in the end, thats what really counts.

#feel free to scroll past this my dudes #im not trying to sway you or annoy you in any way #also i feel like writing this is really good for me because i need to work on my argumentative essay skills #but anyways im sorry if this annoys you #brigitte discourse #overwatch #blizzard #same face syndrome #overwatch discourse #blizzard discourse

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