#but he's a damn fast learner like wow

[sempsimps]

Gregory + Cheslock x reader nail painting

So they are separate, but I wanted to paint their nails okay, so I'll do wholesome first, and I'll add a line for NSFW stuffs. All right, chill :)

Gregory-

-He loves to paint his nails it's just like normal painting, and it looks pretty, although it isn't typically for males, but he doesn't mind

-It's a good distraction when life gets too much, ya know, and he will do Cheslock's his if he asked for some help

Late in the evening, chilling in his room, talking or just sitting in silence and carefully doing his nails.

"So, how was your day"

Gregory looked up at me and sighed deeply before giving an answer.

"It was... busy"

I nodded and carefully turned his hand to get a better angle to paint his thumb.

"Yeah, you are a prefect, after all. You get a lot of ... uh sidequests"

a tilt of his head told me he thought it was an odd description but smiled a little, shaking his head. I applied the polish once. twice, three times, and then it was done. now to do the other hand, which he gave quickly. softly admiring the first set as they dried, glistening in the light, once I was done, he stared at them for a while.

"Thank you"

"Don't worry, I'm happy to do them"

I smiled and started to do my own nails to look pretty. But as I felt a hand reach out for mine, I looked up at him. He glanced away before asking.

"Could i do them for you?"

"Oh y yeah, have at it"

His touch was gentle, and he did the same treatment I did for him. He seemed to either know what he was doing or was a very fast learner. Either way, they looked immaculate by the end.

Cheslock-

-I feel like he has a little bit of anger management, and painting / picking the nail polish works to calm down. but he can't do it himself that well, so he either gets Gregory, or you to do them, it looks better, and he'll feel a little bad about ruining it, but it's better than blowing up at people.

-and if people judge, he just yells at them. idk

-He likes to rant doing it since you'll listen to him, but it's like a comfortable silence when Gregory does it. Instead, Cheslock wouldn't start the conversation unless Gregory did. idk

He sat cross-legged on the floor, one hand in your lap that was being yassified using the other hand to gesture during his new rant.

"And then he went on to say I was in the wrong! like I wasn't educated in the subject. Also, I'm a damn prefect! He shouldn't argue with me of all people!"

He gestured with his spare hand to emphasize his point, showing frustration with the student by waving it in the air and occasionally pushing it forward. As I attempted to paint his other nails, some polish smudged onto his skin. However, I chose not to say anything, as it was best to allow him to stim.

"Wow, really? and what else did he say?"

I was genuinely curious about what this ballsy person had to say. I briefly paused in the nail painting to look at him, my eyes asking for the continuation of the story.

"Oh, don't get me started, he continued to -"

He kept telling me what happened and soon had to switch hands, keeping still to let them dry. When this happened, He remained silent, smiling at the completed set, feeling both amazed and impressed at how quickly it was done despite his fidgeting. Once it was done, you started painting your own nails, not wanting to end the conversation just yet. However, then it was lights out, and you both went to your separate dorm rooms.

=====okay here's the spicy ideas i had for the same thing=====

warning

cock warming

men whimpering

Gregory is a bottom / Cheslock is a top (SEPARATED THO)

(send me feral ass outside to touch grass, or water, or fire, like anything not electronic, or in my house)

trying not to move?

doing two things at once??? I guess??

Gregory-

I was deeply focused on the hand I was painting carefully running the brush along it, but the hand I was holding suddenly flexed, and I smeared some of the nail polish onto his skin

"Hey, keep still, please,"

"mh trying"

I felt him twitch at my words. I was on top of Gregory, his member inside of my hole, with my thighs on either side of his waist. Gregory's head was lulled back on the pillows. He was biting his lips, trying his best not to move. his other hand digging into my thigh to keep him grounded. he was panting a little and occasionally let out a whimper. It was cute because I had only done three nails on one hand. and there was so much left to do. he was already this sensitive, trying his hardest not to thrust up into me. I was just finishing the fourth nail, but I leaned over to gather more polish from the bottle resting on his chest. coating the brush again, as I moved Gregory whimpered. I felt a slight shift of his cock, this made me pause and let out a shaky breath, as my hole clenched, in response to it another soft buck made the bottle of polish almost tip, and my thigh have a slight spasm. I was teasingly slow with it, but it was getting to me now, I understood why he was coming undone so fast, but I wasn't going to leave a job halfway done.

Cheslock-

it was getting hard to focus. All I could feel was Cheslock, his hands resting on my chest, and playing with my nipples. my legs were around his waist as he sat on the heel of his feet. and his cock was deeply buried inside of me, as a random roll of his hips made me lose my brain every time. his teasing laugh echoed in the room.

"Hehe, come on, don't you want to make me look pretty?"

"y yeah, just ah, it's g getting increasingly! difficult. t that's all"

I snapped back. I planned to do it, just that, but this position was making it hard. Even breathing was a challenge to do while he was being a prick and purposely making me mess it up. As I painted his nails, I couldn't help but notice my hand shaking a few times from his teasing actions, leaving accidentally smudges of black nail polish on his fingertips. Cheslock didn't say anything, but his teasing tsk tsk let me know he noticed. As I finished one hand and started on the other, Cheslock calmly took the brush from my hand, closed the polish bottle, and moved it to the side. before slamming my wrists up and rolling his whole body fully connected to mine, leaning over to kiss my lips

Okay so I hope that was ya know at least enjoyable to read I had this thought with a friend they were innocent and I was like "But hear me out sex" and so here it is look at that I also ended them both quickly I was losing some motivation but oh well (i also hope its not very obvious who I like more o_o definitely not)

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2.5k Event Request - Cecil Stedman x GN!Reader word count: 900 a/n: am i unhinged? yeah. but i'm at peace with that. and i think i should be rewarded for my self-awareness by being pushed under a desk and asked to suck cecil stedman's fat cock u-u cw: hair pulling, blowjobs, praise kink, instructed oral sex, risky location, choking on dick 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

Employee evaluations and boot licking were very much not your thing. You didn’t need the praise, a boost of incentive to work at a job you’d rather not have but rather required to have in order to exist. But there were things you were willing to do, even begging to do. And you were more than happy to degrade yourself for the opportunity to do them. It’s why you so often found yourself on your knees below Cecil Stedman’s desk, staring up at him with wide, thankful eyes, your mouth filled with his cock, average length but surprisingly thick.

From under his desk, strategically hidden and subtly indicating your status as lower than him, you stared up into Cecil’s steely blue eyes, a glimmer of affection behind them, far more than he offered to anyone else he looked at. His fingers laced through your hair, pads pressing onto your scalp as he pushed you, mouth open expectantly, towards the tip of his cock. Slowly, but still forcefully, he inserted himself past your lips, groaning as his head hit the back of your throat. Your chokes and splutters made his heartbeat quicken, abdomen tightening as his muscles tensed in arousal.

“Breathe through your nose… and put your tongue underneath- yep, yes… just like… Oh, that’s it… that is it! You’re a fast learner.”

Your drool was pooling against your bottom lip, eyes watering as he bucked the tip against your throat. In a move of genuine care, he tugged at the knot of your hair he held in his clamped fist and pulled you off his cock, watching your saliva spill from the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin.

He steadied himself on the edge of his chair, one hand firmly planted at the based of his cock, just enough uncovered by his hand for you to wrap your lips around the tip. As you began sucking again, running your tongue around his head, taking more of him in as he removed his hand, his trust that you could do this without straining yourself renewed. Despite what you might have believed, this was only pleasurable for him if you enjoyed yourself too. But not wanting to seem too soft, he offered another instruction.

“Don’t be afraid to use your teeth a little. You think I’m soft? I deal with these assholes on a daily basis, I can handle a bit of rough play.”

You tightened your jaw a little, letting his shaft graze along the bottom row of your teeth, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth as the slight tingle of pain coursed through him.

“You know, if everyone listened as well as you did, we wouldn’t have so many god damn problems around here.”

Cecil’s warm palm held your cheek, thumb caressing your skin in a display of affection, the likes of which only you ever saw from him truly. There were others he cared for, but you were the only one he seemed to feel anything deeper towards. It made you feel special. That he could have at his behest the most incredible superheroes on the planet, and you were the one he chose to spend his time with.

He tapped his thumb against your cheek, drawing your eyes up to his as he spoke.

“Hollow them, it shows your sucking as hard as you can, you know I like that ah… aha ha… wow, you are a very good listener…”

His thumb went back to skating back and forth over your now flushed and warm cheeks.

“… such a good employee, we’ll need to negotiate a bonus for you.”

You could feel your eyes, half-lidded and wet with tears, sparkling with excitement at his praise.

“You’re so good… you’re doing so good… gimme a second though…”

His slender fingers pulled at the knot of his tie, loosening it before he took it off completely, flicking it over your head and letting it rest at the back of your neck. He held the two ends between his clenched fists, tugging at them, using them to pull you towards him on your hands and knees, freeing you from your spot under his desk. Now you were exposed, risking anyone walking in, though you knew no one would. Cecil Stedman decided when people spoke to him, not the other way around. The same way as he decided when you would take a breath, or when you would switch techniques, or when you could stop. You were under his control, like everything else in the world. Another plate for him to spin.

As he leaned back in his chair, shifting his pants down further on his thighs and placing his hands on top of his head, you pressed forwards, easing yourself up and resting your palms on his knees. He was silent, taking the time to just appreciate your efforts as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, hungrily, desperate to please him, wanting so bad to continue to do a good job for him. With one hand running over his head and through his long hair, he let the other hover over your shoulder, not wanting to push you any further, wanting to let you take control instead for these last few moments. He was close, and he wanted you to earn his load of your own accord.

You could coax it out of him, he was certain of that.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

Sweet!

University AU

TW: Language, Alcohol Consumption, Mildly suggestive, Drunk Fluff (Consent is sexy guys) Genre: Romance, Comedy, Fluff (lots of it) Pairing: Liu Yangyang x Reader YN Pronouns: Not Specified Word Count: 3.3K

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Notes: For all the girlies (gender neutral) who didn't get their first kisses until college, aka after they had reasoned and thought that they'd never need one (also with a bit of my own fluffy twist to it hehe) Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

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You know that horrific feeling you have when your crush walks into the same room as you? When your heart beats faster, your face gets warmer, and your words start stumbling over each other? That's right now.

"So, uh... is this the Physics Three study group?" The new guy asks. You look amongst your friends and, as if your embarrassment couldn't have gotten worse, Giselle suddenly nudging you couldn't have made it more obvious.

"Yeah, that's us," Mark grins. "Take a seat wherever you'd like, to sum it up, I'm Mark, that's Giselle, and that's (Y/N)," he points to each person.

"Cool, I'm Yangyang," he closes the door behind him.

"So we're, like, five questions in, but (Y/N) can get you caught up." You never agreed to that. Mark's eyes slide to you, a knowing look behind them.

You've been set up, that's the only other way you could explain this, and when Yangyang slid into the chair next to you that pretty much confirmed it.

"Sorry, just to toss it out there, I'm shit at math," he opens his laptop in front of you and you slide yours toward his.

"It's fine," you swallowed the nervous sound down. But, as he opened the class website, your heart sank. Surely, you had to have been imagining that 24% overall grade. You shot a shaky glance toward your own laptop, a confident 97% showcased on it. Quickly, you switched tabs to the homework. "So... number 1," you look at the work you had on your paper.

"Oh, I know this one, it's a torsion question right?" He asks. You do a double take toward your paper.

"Ah... no... it's a gravity question."

"Shit."

"Shit," you muttered at the same time. You turned your phone over just a little to see the message come in from Giselle.

'At least he's hot.'

That was your first introduction to Liu Yangyang. It had to have been a miracle that he made it this far with how little he understood about the class, but hell you'd be damned if you left him to suffer on his own in this class. Plus, studying with him was just as beneficial for you too.

Well, that's what you told yourself. But really you knew the truth. This was the perfect chance for 'that guy with the orange backpack from physics' to become 'Liu Yangyang' proper. Your hopeless crush that motivated you to go to this god-forsaken 8 a.m. MWF class was now sitting right next to you completely fucking up the gravity equation and wow...

At least he's hot.

And that's what you kept telling yourself even after Mark and Giselle left to head home, you and Yangyang stayed behind, still working on a few problems to be sure that both of you got it down. To be honest, he was a fast learner, it was the fault of your professor, who was a shit teacher enough as is.

"You know what, (Y/N)? I really appreciate this," he says. "I owe you a big one, yeah?" The both of you had been kicked out of the library now that it was closing, and the night air on campus was just so inviting. And it's coldness did wonders for the way your face heated up, you praised the dark for hiding your expression.

"Oh, come on, it's nothing!" You waved your hand. "We're all trying our best to pass here, so I'm always happy to help," you told him. You're happy to look at him too, but you would never tell him that.

"But it's a lot to me, anything you need, let me know," he says. "I mean it! I don't go back on stuff like this!"

"Yes, yeah! I get it," you grinned.

"But, uh, wanna drop by Starbucks before we head back? You live on campus, right?"

"I do! I'm down for coffee too," you nodded. Was this a date? No, nah, no way.

"Sounds good, I'd hate for the night to end early," he says, matching your pace. Early? Sir, it's 11 o'clock. You wanted to say that, but you held it back.

~

Since then this study group had met up a few more times leading up to midterms. Though Yangyang was the newest addition, having joined a grand total of five sessions out of the twelve previous, it was more like he'd been what the group has been missing. Sure, he was horrendous at Physics but that explanation you'd come up with to help him was enough to help you all out as well. Plus, he balanced the group's excess workaholism well with his "let's take a break!" attitude.

And, at the end of this most recent study session, the group found themselves in Mark's apartment, four pots with different kinds of instant ramen boiling in the background, and empty cans of various seltzers around you all.

"So, as I was saying," Giselle's voice was slurred as she drank down her third can, "men ain't shit," she points at you. "Do better," she leans on your shoulder and you nodded quietly.

"Do better? What do you mean?" Mark asks.

"Oh... yeah... (Y/N) has a big crush," Giselle giggles.

"I don't!" You shook your head and Mark perked up.

"Oh, shit, wait, let me make sure the noodles aren't burning!" He shot up and walked to the kitchen.

"So... who's your crush, (Y/N)?" Yangyang probes.

"Me? I don't have one!" You defended.

"You do!" Giselle urges you.

"I..." You hesitated while Yangyang waited for your answer. You can't tell him you like him now, not while you're both semi-drunk and at the behest of the cheeky girl behind you. It was just so unromantic! If you're going to confess then you want the setting to be good! "Mark."

"What?" Giselle and Yangyang were quick to answer.

"Mark, I like him, I think he's cool," you lied.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Giselle shrugs it off. "Either way, (Y/N)'s scared because, surprise, (Y/N) is a mouth virgin."

"Ew! Oh my god, never say it like that again," you pushed her away, but she quickly finds purchase around your waist once more. "Don't listen to her, I've just never had my first kiss," you turned to Yangyang who was already getting sleepy with all the alcohol. He just nodded.

"That's fine," he mumbles.

"I mean, I'm pretty sure (Y/N) is also a virgin virgin," Giselle whispers not-so-quietly.

"Giselle! Oh my god, I am never letting you drink again," you took her seltzer and chugged it down. "I'm... I am okay I can't deny or defend it, but god don't put it out in the open like that," you playfully push her again and she laughs. "Don't tell him."

"Sure, your secret's safe with me," Yangyang rests his head on the couch cushions. "Damn, this floor is uncomfortable."

"You could move to the couch," you said.

"Wanna move with me?" He asks. You look at Giselle, who's eyes seemed to sparkle with a 'go girl go' attitude.

"Yeah, sure, I can't feel my ass," you nodded. Yangyang stood up first, stumbling back slightly in the process, but once he steadied he helped you up too and you both sat down. "Oh, shit, I left my can," you reach down to grab it, but before you could even think of going any lower you shut your eyes, feeling like cotton was being stuffed into your ears.

"Hold on, I gotcha," Yangyang grabbed it for you and you took it. Meanwhile, he rested his arm at the back of the couch, looking over at where the entrance to the kitchen was. "Yo, Mark! Where's the ramen?!"

"I fucked up, guys!"

"Oh my god, how do you fuck up instant noodles," Giselle pushes herself up. "Don't worry, Mark, I'm on my way." And she's gone. Once again leaving you with the guy from physics.

"Hey, you know, offer still stands," Yangyang says quietly. "If you need a favor, I'll help," he continues.

"And... anything can be my favor?"

"Yeah," he gives you a sideways nod. "If I can do it, that is."

"Um, actually... Nevermind. I don't know, I'm just nervous to say it."

"What? Say it! The worst I can say is no, right?" He says. You finished your can. You're going to need all the alcohol in the world to say this now.

"Do you... do you think you can teach me..." you swallowed back a nervous sound. "Nevermind, I can't say it."

"Say it!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"You'll never look at me the same again!"

"You don't know that! It's cool, (Y/N), I gotchu, I owe you everything," he says. You shook your can, empty.

"Are you going to finish that," you pointed at the can he was holding behind you. Wait, behind you? It was now you realized the position you were in. How long were your legs close to his like this? Actually, no, not important. How long was his whole arm wrapped behind you? Hello? (Y/N)? Are you there? Again you felt your face heat up.

"Uh... do you want it?" He tilts the can toward you and you take it, chugging the rest of it down. You leaned toward him, your voice low so you knew for a fact the other two wouldn't be able to hear.

"Could you teach me how to kiss?" You asked quietly. Yangyang was also silent. But soon he leaned forward. "Of course, for when I finally confess to Mark," you insisted quickly.

"Right now?"

"No, later, when we're sober," you said. "Hopefully both of us forget about it," you say.

"I mean... yeah, I'm down to help you out," he says.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You won't even remember this," you crossed your arms and pulled away from him.

"Wanna bet?"

"Bet."

~

"Hey, (Y/N)! Ready for your kissing lesson?" Yangyang had a wide grin on his face and you gasped and shut your front door in his face.

"Oh my god, he remembered," you suppressed the urge to bite your nails. He knocks on the door again and you take a deep breath before opening it. "I have no idea what you're talking about," you said calmly. But Yangyang just stared at you with a flat expression. "Dammit."

"I have a really good memory, you know," he still has his signature smile.

"Okay... um... just a second," you closed the door again, carefully this time. And you broke out into a run. You scrambled to grab your mints from your bag, taking a handful of them into your mouth before picking up anything that seemed out of place and shoving them into a closet, then you ran to your room, grabbing the closest chapstick to you and layering that fucker over your lips while Googling 'How to Kiss someone' and opening up the first link to a WikiHow of all things and skimming through it on your way back to the front door. And, finally, once all the mints had dissolved, you opened the door again.

"Done cleaning up?" He chuckles.

"How'd you know?" You asked him.

"I heard you running around there, (Y/N)," he answers.

"Oh... um... you should come inside now," you tried to shove your embarrassment down and you regretfully let him into your apartment.

"I'm warning you, Yangyang, I have never kissed anyone before, haven't even come close to it, so you're just wasting your time here," you tried to ward him off. Then, you sat on the couch, hopefully feigning some ignorance will push him away.

"Eh, don't worry about it, I'm patient," Yangyang fell back on the couch and bounced slightly on it. He stretched one arm over the back cushions and you groaned into your hands, begrudgingly sitting next to him all the while. He's too good.

"I mean, I know that, but I still feel bad," your voice was muffled by your palms.

"So? I knew exactly what I was signing up for getting into this," you could feel Yangyang shrug. "Hey, come on, enough of that," he knocks on the back of your hands and you moved them enough so that you could see him while keeping your hands over your mouth. "Hi," he grins.

"Hello," you responded. Yangyang leans forward.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," he says.

"I know," you nodded curtly.

"And you know what?"

"Hm?"

"You may be good at teaching physics, but do you know what I'm good at teaching?"

"I swear if you say something embarrassing I'm kicking you out of my apartment."

"Okay, okay!" Yangyang raises his hands in front of him and your shoulders slumped. Your hands folded on your lap and you sighed. "Hey, it's up to you, I offered to help because I owe you one, but if you're not up to it it's fine."

"No, no, I can do this," you turned to him now.

"Okay, then do it," Yangyang egged you on and you nodded after taking a deep breath.

You proceeded slowly, a little unsure of your movements, but he was patient through it all. The accursed WikiHow article appeared in your head while you leaned toward him. Okay, easy now. Hands, where do you put your hands? You swallowed nervously and shut your eyes.

Yangyang, meanwhile, shifted glances between you and your hands each time. Sure, he figured he'd let you take charge, but fuck it you really need help. He tapped your wrist and your eyes opened.

"Oh god," you cursed quietly with your embarrassment clear as day.

"Visual learner?"

"Maybe?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Uh..." your mouth was too dry to say anything else. Instead, you looked everywhere but toward him.

"(Y/N), look at me," Yangyang says quietly. Your eyes finally settled on him. "I'll ask you one more time because I need a clear answer here, can I kiss you?" The usual joking demeanor he had was gone now, instead he was dead serious.

"I... was I supposed to ask you?"

"Christ, (Y/N), answer the question please," he says again. Never once did he look away. You took a deep breath.

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll only explain it once, okay?" He says. You nod. "First thing you want to do is relax, don't overthink anything, let things move naturally," he shifts so he can move toward you now. You moved back until you were pressed up against the armrest of the couch "Hands are up to you, just try not to grip the couch though, yeah? It'll stress you out," your eyes moved toward the movement of his hand pushing on the cushion next to you. "Then, lean in, wait a little, and..." he pauses. The two of you were close enough that the tips of your noses were just barely brushing against each other. You held your breath now, your hands had somehow grasped onto each other and pressed down against your chest while your lips were sealed shut.

"And then...?" You looked at either side of you, before looking back at him.

"Relax," he says quietly. Your shoulders slowly melted into the cushion.

Then, he pressed his lips to yours.

And it felt nice. You wouldn't call it perfect, you didn't have the experience to make that call, but you didn't hate it, no. Your hands bundled his hoodie while one of his held your chin. Slowly, he tilted your head up and the kiss felt all the more better. He pulled away and, embarrassingly, it seemed that you tried to chase after him. Still, he remained over you, and it was his turn to look elsewhere.

"Whoa..." he said after a short while, "sweet," he grinned, and you were at a loss for words. "Just like I thought. Is that strawberry chapstick?"

"You've been thinking of kissing me?"

"I asked first," he sang. You groaned.

"Um… yeah," you answered.

"Huh," Yangyang's tongue pokes out from between his lips for a moment. "Oh yeah, that’s definitely strawberry," he grins. "Now to answer you, I always thought you were cute then, lo and behold, guess who joins my study group," he laughs.

"Huh? Excuse you, sir, you joined my study group," you defended yourself, sitting up fast enough that he climbed off of you.

“Did I, though?” Yangyang asks. You paused. Come to think of it, you did join the group late, and Mark had always mentioned to you that there was another person who usually joined on the Fridays you couldn’t make it. You covered your mouth with your hand to hide your surprise. “Surprise~” He sang.

“Oh god… I was set up!”

“Oh, big time, baby.”

“I…” you fell back on the couch. There had to be some way out of this embarrassment, you weren’t ready to come to terms with what was going on, then, your little white lie came back to you and you composed yourself once more. “Thank you for helping me out, Yangyang, I feel much more confident in confessing to Mark now.”

“Sure, (Y/N),” his responds slyly. “That why you were wearing strawberry instead of watermelon?”

“Dammit!”

“That and you do know that Mark’s, like, my best friend, right?” Yangyang flashed a text conversation between the two of them and you squinted to read it. The gist of the conversation was that Mark had told Yangyang about your little plan and Yangyang decided to play along.

“Played like a fiddle,” you shook your head.

“Would you like me to play you like a violin then?”

“That was cheesy,” you let out a small laugh. "Leave, get out, I said I'd kick you out if you said something cheesy," you said between laughs.

"What? Whoa! Who said the lesson was done?" Yangyang says slyly. "Come on, chapter 2, it's easy," he says.

"Is it really?"

"Sure," he leans toward you again and you leaned back until he was pressing you against the couch. "I'm gonna teach you how to make out, okay?" You swallowed nervously.

"Okay," it came out as a squeak and he laughed. "Stop it!"

"I'm sorry, hold on," he tries to stop, he really does, but it just made you even more embarrassed.

"Yangyang!"

"Oh man, I really thought this was going to go differently, hoo boy," he steels himself again. "I'm gonna kiss you again, is that okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, sure," you nodded and his lips connected with yours again, but this time it felt good. Good enough for you to wrap your arms around his neck to deepen it, and good enough for you to relax into his movements. Then, when a surprising moan came out of you, you felt him shift and grab your waist so suddenly that you gasped slightly, but that was more than enough for him. Yangyang pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss in a way you didn't think possible, but, you didn't hate it. And when he pulled away you feared what snark remark he had now.

"You sure you've never kissed anyone?" He smirks.

"Oh my god," you looked away from him and all you could hear was his laughter.

"God, I like you, I like you a lot," he nudges your leg with his. "I think we'll be good for a long time, baby."

"Too much, I'm already embarrassed," you waved your hand toward him.

"So are you a coffee or tea person? I'd love to get to know you more," he teases. "And, not to be a little shit about it, but 'that guy with the orange backpack from physics,' are you serious?" He asks.

"Giselle that little backstabber!" You groaned. "Don't pretend you didn't have a code phrase for me too."

"I did, actually, with Mark."

"What was it?" You were almost afraid to find out.

"That person from physics with the black backpack."

"Oh you little-"

"Damn! I kiss you once and now you can't keep your hands off of me!"

"Yangyang!"

"God, I'm so into you."

"I cannot take you seriously, oh god."

~

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Wrong On The Money (47)

part 47 of ?? | 1051 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Eddie has never . . . done relationships. Before. Or yet. Whatever. It’s not that he doesn’t want to; the opportunity has never presented itself.  But he knows how they work in theory, and despite not quite being there with Steve, he still wants to do things right. So.

This chapter cranks the rating up from Teen to Mature, so... minors, maybe skip your eyes over the second half and just know that Steve really wanted to show his appreciation for the present Eddie got him.

47.

Here’s the thing. 

Eddie has never . . . done relationships. Before. Or yet. Whatever. It’s not that he doesn’t want to; the opportunity has never presented itself. 

But he knows how they work in theory, and despite not quite being there with Steve, he still wants to do things right. So. 

“Here,” he says, tossing the dice bag at Steve’s unsuspecting face as he slides into the Beemer. “Gotcha something.”

Steve catches it, of course, even though he looks bewildered. “Why?”

Eddie shrugs and picks at a loose thread trailing from his ripped jeans. He pretends to stare at the radio dials, but watches out of the corner of one eye as Steve tugs the drawstring top open and peers inside. “It’s, uh. Just a little something for the next time you play.”

He hadn’t gone to that many different game shops looking for them. Three wasn’t that many. It had proved one too many for his van though, which had overheated on the way home and is currently in the shop, thus Steve needing to pick him up—that’s neither here nor there. Steve upends the bag over one palm and Eddie all but holds his breath.

The dice that spill out are all a sunny, translucent yellow with a golden shimmer. Nothing like his black and red-veined set that he’s had since middle school, but. They match Steve’s room. 

He waits for a reaction, but Steve has gone still and it’s making his stomach twist with nerves. Shit. It’s too much, he knew it was going to be too much.

“Hey, if you don’t like them I can take them back—”

Steve cuts him off by kissing him. It’s a minute into melting into it and kissing back before Eddie registers anything else—the hand fisted in his t-shirt to haul him closer, for example. The kiss is quick by their usual standards, long for a moment between two guys in public. . . . But no one’s around to see.

The fact that Steve would risk it is doing something for Eddie, but that’s neither here nor there. 

“Thank you,” Steve whispers after he lets go. 

And Eddie knows, can tell just from the way he says it, that Steve is used to being the giver in these situations. That’s not really a surprise, girls in the movies and shit hardly ever give their boyfriends gifts. But Eddie had done it anyway because. . . . Well. 

Even if D&D isn't really Steve’s thing—because yeah, he had fun, but he was bad at the math parts and Will’s services will still be required if he plays again—Eddie wants him to know that he’s welcome. That there’s a place for him at the table, if he wants, and he doesn’t even have to bum off someone else’s stuff to take it. 

The next thing Steve does is turn the car off, which makes Eddie blink in surprise. “Uh, weren’t we going to see Ferris Bueller's Day Off? We’re gonna miss the previews, Stevie.”

“Screw the previews.” Steve is looking at him, eyes hooded and biting his lip. “Wanna go back inside?”

Stupid question. Eddie scrambles to get back out of the car. 

-

“Wow,” Eddie says to the ceiling, breathless and warm. He feels like he’s floating, can barely feel his face enough to know what it’s doing while his higher functions are temporarily out, and it’s not even because he’s high. 

Steve props his chin on Eddie’s hip and there’s a satisfied grin in his tone when he asks, “So, how’d I do?”

“Woooow,” Eddie repeats dreamily. “I mean . . . damn, I should give you presents more often. You sure that was your first time?”

“I’m a fast learner,” Steve says, and it’s so smug that Eddie has to haul him up for a kiss. Can’t be helped, it’s gotta be done. (He can taste himself on Steve’s tongue.)

When Eddie lets him up for air again, Steve has a stupid grin on his face. It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. 

“My turn,” Eddie announces, and flings himself up into flipping their positions, settling over Steve even as he goes back to kissing him. (God, he could do this all goddamn day.) It’s almost terrifying how complete Steve makes him feel, but it’s . . . it’s getting easier to tell himself that Steve seems willing to stick around, even if it still feels a little bit like he shouldn’t. 

After all, who would go for Eddie Munson? He’s not made for good things. 

And yet, they fit. He trails kisses down Steve’s neck, down his chest and the scars that match his, down the trail of hair that leads further. Kisses him, swallows him down, and that’s it. Experienced ladies man Steve Harrington comes in his mouth, absolute hair-trigger, before Eddie even gets to try any of the things he had in mind. He barely manages to swallow, just shy of choking on it in a way that makes his extremities tingle, and definitely doesn’t get it all. Has to wipe his chin on the nearest unlucky corner of blanket after.

“Holy shit,” Steve gasps. “Holy fuck, Eds, that—I, god, sorry, ‘mso sorry baby. Was that—Are you okay?”

Baby. Jesus, Steve hasn’t called him that before and he hadn’t expected him to now. 

“Gimme a glass of water and ten minutes, and I’ll show you exactly how okay I am,” Eddie promises, grinning fit to bust his face even as he’s still trying to catch his breath. 

Steve’s expression goes happy and soft, as though he’d needed Eddie’s permission to bask in the afterglow, and it has Eddie clambering up to kiss him stupid. They melt together in a tangle of lax and sated limbs.

“Good boy,” Eddie adds, murmuring against Steve’s kiss-bitten lips, and grins into the delicious shudder that runs through his. . . .

“Boyfriend?” Steve suggests. His voice is so small and tentative, an offer nudged carefully across the bargaining table. It bleeds hopefulness the whole way, as though there’s some chance that Eddie might hear Steve Harrington ask him to be his boyfriend and shoot the guy down. 

Not a chance in hell. 

“Holy shit yeah,” Eddie says in a rush, and then he’s kissing Steve eagerly, hands winding through his hair and tugging at the roots exactly how he knows Steve likes. 

They miss the entire movie.

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

Can I have headcanons for the brothers with an Mc who switches languages whenever they’re angry or arguing with someone?

I live in a Asian-Hispanic household and the amount of times I’ve switched languages whenever I’m arguing with my family is uncountable.

I am im this ask and I don't like it lololololol

I am fluent in two lenguages and know many words of other lenguages, my communication is a MESS, I am speaking portuguese but then suddenly english comes out and I say sorry for that in korean, then because my brother likes to tease me with japanese terms I end up answering it back in japanese, it's m e s s y.

I'll make this into...

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Switching Leguages As a Bi/Multilingual ft. The Seven Demon Brothers

Warning: Uncensored Swearing

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Lucifer

That shitty smile of his, those disgusting eyebrows that raise up as he pointedly looks at you, his entire fucking existence as he teases you for fubbling one word in your sentence with another lenguage.

It's not easy knowing more than one lenguage, you're basically a newborn who just learned to talk sometimes and Lucifer is having a great fucking time with it.

Thankfully when he has better things to do than help you dig your own grave, he let's any fubbling go unnoticed, specially if you're arguing, at those moments he may, in fact, switch lenguages entirely to match yours, which would be a pretty amusing sight if not for the fact that the two of you arguing is one of the most scary things to ever witness in life-

Speak in another lenguage while he's tired and you will make him purposefully say things like 'stop fooling around' in the same lenguage, it's pretty adorable 🤭

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Mammon

He knows quite a few lenguages himself (it's usefull for scammig people) so yes he is going to tease you about it.

And then he will proceed to fubble his own words with another lenguage right after.

Seriously have pity on this man because everytime you speak one single word in another lenguage that he also knows his brain will automatically change into that lenguage and now he has no idea what the fuck he's even trying to say.

He finds it adorable if you become a lenguage switching mess when happy or excited, but you bet he's terrified out of his damn life if you do so when angry, like seriously, he is very close to shitting his pants.

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Leviathan

Hoh boy he had so many mixed feelings the first time you spoke in another lenguage, his brain immediatelly shut down and he refused to accept that you could speak in a lenguage he did not understand and it was so cool he was so jealous and terrified out of his mind that if you got any cooler than this you would definetelly leave him at some point because compared to you he was less than nothing-

He secretly tries learning said lenguage so he could understand some of your mumbles, the curses under your breath and the fubbles here and there with certain words.

You know when a kid is learning new words at school and they come home and say said word to their parents or to someone else like 'I learned how to say this!' with so much pride and confidence? That's Levi to you at any given oportunity.

Also terrified when you switch lenguages while angry.

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Satan

He will outlenguage you.

You know when you are trying to remember one word in a lenguage but you can only remember it in another lenguage so you end up saying it in that another lenguage and people around you look at you weirdly? Well, with Satan that doesn't last for long because now he is speaking in that lenguage and he uses such an unnecessary ammount of ☆°.•fancy•.°☆ words that you can't understand shit that he's saying even though you are most likelly fluent in said lenguage.

I can't blame you if you choose to kick him where the sun doesn't shine because although I know how much it hurts he kind of was asking for it-

And oh b o y anyone would rather be dead than deal with both you and Satan arguing in another lenguage.

Expect to hear Satan say 'meow' in like, 100 different lenguages at some point.

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Asmodeus

Okay but if there is one thing that is hot as fuck is Asmo dirty talking in different lenguages, he sure has one hell of a flexible tongue.

Now that that is out there, of course he gets excited to hear you switch lenguages, and of course he will start speaking some unholy things in said lenguage most likelly right into your ear when you least expect it like the first thing he tells you in the morning at the table while you're eating breakfast.

And sometimes it's not even just to you, sometimes he will just say it out loud and everyone is suddenly choking.

Don't expect him to be anything other than extremelly attracted to you the moment you switch lenguages while angry unless it's actually something serious.

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Beelzebub

You have gained +10 points of respect from Beelzebub

This man is a big baby but his twin is Belphegor so you can't seriously expect him to not be at least a bit of a tease, so he will definetelly be amused by your lenguage rollercoaster and he will definetelly point them out from time to time.

You could say there is no way you would get angry at this baby but he definetelly needs some scolding sometimes and he will be absolutelly unsettled by any lenguage switch you do while at it.

Yes you guys will manage to spend at least a full minute saying the same word to each other in another lenguage because neither of you are really sure what is the correct pronunciation

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Belphegor

Speak one word in another lenguage on accident while around this cow and it will be your nickname for the rest of the week.

The more words you switch within said week the longer and the more bizarre the nickname becomes as he puts all said words together into a single one. He even mimics your accent.

He's definetelly too lazy to keep up with your rambling in a whole different lenguage while angry, and though he understands and pays attention he would definetelly rather not have to deal with switching lenguages.

Also you know those very offensive swear words every lenguage has? He definetelly uses them on Lucifer.

[malleusfucker]

Malleus Draconia NSFW Alphabet

(this pic of Mal is so slutty i hate disney)

warnings: smut/nsfw, yandere/slight stalking, mentions of breeding kink, malleus is kinda fuckin crazy so, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The ultimate KING of aftercare. This man will be so sweet and gentle with you to the point you think it’s a facade. Malleus’ unpredictability is something that is truly frightening - he’ll go from being so rough and aggressive, constantly just thrusting into you, making you scream at the top of your lungs from all the overwhelming pain and pleasure and then 10 minutes later he’s like :) “let’s have a bath together” The way his demeanour switches was something you weren’t used to at first, but going through all that and then getting peppered with the softest kisses all over your body definitely feels rewarding.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Malleus’ favourite body part on him is probably his eyes. He loves how he can provoke so many reactions from you just by looking at you - having almost a hypnotic effect with the way he stares at you so intensely. The man just likes to intimidate the fuck outta you sometimes and the best way he knows how is simply just to look at you and then you’ll just suddenly find yourself on your knees in front of him.

His favourite body part on you is probably your hands. He absolutely loves to hold and stroke them all the time and never gets tired seeing how small they are compared to his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Not messy and doesn’t like to be. He will most likely cum in you every time unless you tell him not to. But because Malleus is secretly fucking crazy he wouldn’t mind seeing you absolutely covered in cum from time to time - this not only fuels his ego but his possessiveness of you as well, he literally just wants to drill into your mind that you belong to him and no one else. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This mf secretly really likes to watch you sleep, and not you two being in the same bed and he’ll just look over at you - no. He purposely likes to secretly break into Ramshackle dorm and just stand and watch you in your most susceptible state. Malleus is not the type to do anything to you in your sleep, he respects and cares about you too much and knows that consent is KEY and will never do anything without letting you know first. Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop him thinking about what he wants to do to you. Malleus won’t tell you but deep down he has some pretty intense fantasies about you and thinking about these, towering above you whilst watching you sleep quietly is something that secretly gets him really riled up. You’ll never know of course.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man is not particularly experienced however, he is an extremely fast learner it’s actually kinda scary. You tell him to do something that you like and he will not only do it well but he’ll do it even better than you imagined. You will be in shock just from how amazing he is at literally everything. He might get some tips from Lilia as well because at the end of the day, Malleus can be extremely oblivious and might be completely confused at what you’re asking him to do, that doesn’t matter though, he’s still gonna fuck you up regardless.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press…wow who would’ve thought this. This man's sole purpose in life is just to breed you mercilessly, well not really, but he makes it seem that way. Malleus will have your legs hoisted up to your chest so fast you wouldn’t even be able to tell what’s going on, only to then suddenly feel him thrust into you so deep you’d think that he actually fucking impaled you or some shit 🙁🙁 Sometimes this man is so damn nasty when it comes to this position, when he feels like it, he will literally just use you as his personal plaything to dump his cum into over and over again.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's definitely not goofy in bed but rather, he gets amused seeing you get all worked up and writhing under him. He finds anything you do to be endearing and will occasionally make lil funny remarks here and there to lighten the mood if necessary.

But again, because this is Malleus we’re talking about, he’s unknowingly a god damn psychopath and will unleash a side of him that’s so sadistic and perverted that you start to think that he might just straight up murder you then and there. This side still shakes you to your core no matter how many times he reveals it to you, as said before - Malleus is unpredictable. You’ll never know whether he’ll treat you with the most delicate and tender kisses or if he’ll just wrap his giant hand around your throat and squeeze it until you almost lose consciousness, leaving bruises and marks plastered all over your body.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Much like the hair on the top of his head, he is very well groomed everywhere. He shaves often and likes to keep it neatly trimmed so it doesn’t get in the way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Textbook definition of intimate. He can be a hopeless romantic at heart sometimes, pulling out all the stops just to make you blush - making sure to go the extra mile so the moments you spend with him feel memorable and special. He makes a pretty big deal when it comes to sex and always wants to make sure that you’re comfortable with everything he’s doing because, when it comes to doing the actual deed, he can be quite intense, and sometimes just downright scary in the moment - especially for you, so he’ll be extremely patient and slowly ease you into things so he doesn’t frighten you (too much)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rarely does it. Not because he has a low sex-drive its just cuz..it doesn’t do much for him? He actually finds it to be kind of boring and would much rather wait until he can sex with you than to jerk off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This man has many kinks but one that rears its ugly head more often than not is his corruption kink. He just can’t get over the fact that he made someone so pure and untainted become so immodest and lustful, shamelessly watching the innocence just slowly fade out of your eyes each time you beg for him to fuck you. The way you start to whine and whimper at his feet, only wishing to have him fill you up and use you whilst he glaringly looks down on you seeing the mess you’ve turned into.

for more kinks look at this post!!

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Malleus considers intimacy to be a private thing so most of the time he’ll fuck you in either his dorm room or, if he’s feeling particularly impatient, he’ll sneak out to Ramshackle dorm whilst you’re doing your studies and have you then and there. However, ever so rarely, Malleus gets the urge to fuck you in a more open area, whether that be a nearby forest/park or even inside a closet, where the space is so small and cramped, so that all you see and feel is him. He occasionally indulges in the element of risk with the possibility of someone seeing you get literally obliterated by him. But he also thinks that your facial expressions and the way you scream his name should only be seen and heard by him and no one else.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

This man is all over the place. It could be the smallest of touches that you give him that end up turning him on - lightly brushing your hand over his or if you give him a little bit more eye contact than he anticipated. It’s the little things you do that get his mind racing as he’s so fascinated with how humans express themselves with emotion and intimacy that he might just take the most innocent things the wrong way. 

With that being said, Malleus absolutely loves it when you’re bold with him. Put him in his damn place for once and order him around to do whatever you want him to. He’s one of the most powerful mages in the entire world and a literal prince but that definitely doesn’t mean you can’t grab him and make a move on him. He finds your fearlessness very amusing and loves to see you think that you have the upper hand, when in reality in a few minutes he’s gonna have you crying and mewling begging him to stop just from his fingers alone.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Definitely does not like to degrade you. Malleus may be peculiar with his ways of displaying affection but he would never even dream of talking down to you, or if he ended up doing it, it would never be extreme. When it comes down to it, he just wants you to be pleased and satisfied and will constantly reassure you that no matter how intense he is with you, he’s doing it all out of love and adoration for you. Despite having a very undercover sadistic streak, this does not mean he would go as far as to call you awful things - he’s very big on worshipping and therefore wants you to feel treasured by him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Malleus is pretty neutral when it comes to oral but leans towards giving it just a lil bit more. As previously mentioned, he loves seeing your facial expressions and how you react so if that means he has to be in between your legs for hours in order for him to hear your moans then my god, he is going to be there for a while. 

And on the topic of facial expressions….jesus christ does this man love to watch you struggle to suck him off. We have all for some reason collectively agreed that this man has two dicks and just seeing you choke and struggle to handle ONE let alone two is definitely a sight he loves.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Malleus is very fickle when it comes to pace. On some days he'll be very slow and loving, being very close to you with his fingers intertwined with yours, making you feel nothing but pure bliss, hearing him say the most caring and heart-warming things to you. And on the occasions that he is slow, it is in no way sloppy - he will make you feel all of him and by the end of it, you’ll literally feel like you ascended to heaven just with how kind he was to you.

But, that is on some days. Other times, he will be so brutal and fast with you to the point that you’re not even able to think a coherent thought - your mind being literally blank, seeing nothing but white as he pounds you ruthlessly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not into quickies and will never be, unless you really beg him to but that won’t make him satisfied. It takes a while for him to get really turned on so quickies never do anything for him except make him feel even more frustrated and stressed. He likes taking his damn time with you so if he was to have a quickie it’s definitely more for you to feel good than for him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Malleus is always up to experiment with you and is constantly finding new things to do so that you never get bored or worn-out with what he does. He’s open to almost anything you ask him to. However, you find yourself being the one to make the first move to initiate things rather than him because deep down he’s worried that he might scare you off with his requests. 

When it comes to being risky, he’s a bit more reserved. Malleus is just so possessive of you and if being risky means that people could end up walking in on you and seeing you in your completely fucked-out state, he would rather be more cautious make sure you’re in a secluded area where no ones around.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

To say this man could go on for hours is not an understatement, he literally could. It always either ends with you having to beg him to stop because you physically can’t take it anymore, or him seeing the way you shake and pant just from how many rounds he can do and then finally deciding to give you a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

We’ve all seen how he is with technology or anything he considers “new”. Yes, he would be up for using toys on both you and himself but bless his heart, it does take him a bit of time to figure out how the hell to use them. For example, he would be using a vibrator on you, wanting to turn up the settings, only for him to press the wrong button and switch the damn thing off - getting all flustered and quickly trying to get it to work again but then just ends up breaking it because he pressed every button at once. It’s times like these that make you see a more innocent and naive side to Malleus which always makes you smile. In most cases when he uses toys he just resorts to using himself to pleasure you because it is literally the only way he knows how.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Malleus is both the biggest tease EVER but at the same time will do anything you ask. It all really depends on his mood and whether he wants to see you begging for any sort of release or crying from all the overstimulation. In the end, he always ends up caving in and giving what you want - he just wants to spoil you and even if he’s feeling pretty unfair that day that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna make you climax, if anything he’s gonna make you cum multiple times.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Definitely more on the quiet side when it comes to moaning and will let out an occasional grunt here and there. But this is because this man is all about dirty talk, my god. Truly the definition of “hey lil mama lemme whisper in your ear” because does he ever shut up? No, no he doesn’t. He will be so shameless when it comes to dirty talk, whispering the sweetest but most god-awful sinful things in your ear which always result with your eyes widening and thinking “did he actually just say that”. Malleus is downright deplorable when he does this and will forever love feeling the heat from your face just from his words alone.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Despite how great he is at hiding his true intentions, all he secretly wants to do is lock you up and have you all to himself. Malleus has an underlying toxic side that he always keeps under wraps but slowly starts to reveal itself the more you get intimate with him. He will literally ‘claim’ you as his which therefore means he won’t allow you to talk to anyone but him, he’ll convince you that he’s the only person you can rely on and that no one else can love you like he does. Malleus is pretty fucking terrifying when you think about it and this is shown when he ends up getting you in such a state that you truly start to believe all the lies and delusions he’s pushing onto you. If he got his way he would literally just keep you caged in his room, stroking your hair and insisting that what he's doing is good for you and all out of love.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Did someone order sausage because oh my god THERE’S TWO OF THEM. One of his dicks alone is scary enough but then add in another one? It’s almost like he purposely wants to scare you off. You better be prepared because what Malleus is packing is definitely not easy for you to handle, or anyone for that matter. They're a lot darker compared to the rest of his body and both have veins running up the side of them, each having different spots where it feels more sensitive. Let’s just say, Malleus truly does live up to being the most intimidating person in the entire college because seeing that sight for the first time was enough to make you gulp. Being dicked-down by him is nothing but overwhelming and will make you think that no one else can make you feel as full as he does.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before getting to know you it was literally non-existent. He didn’t realise just how much he enjoys sex until he met the right person and then after that, he just finds himself wanting it a lot more than he would’ve expected. You wouldn’t think that his sex drive is high with how god damn patient he is - he would literally wait hours, if not, DAYS, just to tease you and then when it comes to the actual moment, all hell would break loose.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Does this man even sleep? Or even feel tired? As said before, Malleus is patient and will always wait for you to fall asleep first before he does anything of the sort. He’ll cradle you in his arms, humming and stroking your body lightly to make you slowly come down from the biggest high ever. He’s very attentive with aftercare so it might be hours before he takes a lil nap, but just know that he’ll already be awake and ready to take care of you the moment you wake up again.

good lord i finally finished it!!! all imma say is listening to the weeknd definitely helps with writing about him but i had fun with this n also tysm for all love this acc has gotten lol i literally just made this for fun a week ago just to post random shit but im so glad ppl actually like it!!! this is my first time writing stuff like this so its hella weird seeing so many ppl reading it 😭😭😭 but i appreciate it sm, pls let me know what else i can possibly write abt!!! :)

[sukirichi]

— there’s always a price to pay when you get your hands on a work of art.

PAIRING: tattoo! artist megumi x reader

REQUEST. tattoo artist au + mutual pining + size kink, praise kink, thigh riding + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy 

WARNINGS: feral megumi, scratching, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, mature content, slight overstimulation, sexual tension lol, unedited story

NOTES: ah thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is my third contribution for FERAL MEGUMI FRIDAYS! and oh wow tattoo artist megumi uh no thoughts head empty

WC: 5.4k+

The tattoo saloon loomed over you, the neon signs almost blinding in the darkness. You could feel your heart pick up its pace in your chest as you hitched your bag up higher, the excitement settling in your toes. Mustering up the brightest smile you could have, you cleared your throat and pushed the door open, the tiny bell on top jingling to signal your arrival.

Your eyes roamed around the walls covered with intricate drawings, the leather seats dark and kept in pristine. Now that was rare – your leather couches always wore out in just a few weeks.

Making your way inside, grip on your sling bag still tight, you bit your lip as you peaked behind the counter. Empty. No one was there, and the nearby opened rooms were empty as well. Scratching your head, you scrunched your nose in confusion. You were sure you got the right place.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave, then stopped in your tracks when a dark-haired man exited a door you hadn’t even noticed at first.

He was tall – taller than you; his arms stretched until the sleeves of his black hoodie were pulled down, revealing a sliver of black tattoos that marked his skin. Upon hearing your awed gasp, his cold blue eyes fluttered to yours, the man – who was absolutely handsome despite his frown – froze in his spot.

You waved a hand to him, your smile bigger than ever. “Hi!” So you would be working with this cute guy? Maybe job-hunting wasn’t such a bad experience, after all.

“Hey,” he drawled out hesitantly, approaching you with his ink stained fingers pointed at you. He was still frowning, which was a damn shame, since you were sure he’d look even hotter if he smiled. “So...you’re Y/N.”

“Yeah!”

“And you...” he tilted his head to the side, inquisitive eyes studying your form. You would’ve felt conscious with the way his brows furrowed, eyes unreadable and lips pressed into a thin line, but you were sure you dressed to impress on your first interview. You admitted, however, that maybe wearing a white collared shirt with a pink tennis skirt made you stand out like a sore thumb in the heaviness of the studio. “...want to be a front desk man here?”

“Yeah!”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this?” he crossed his arms on his chest, and you didn’t miss the slight bite of his voice. So he was handsome – but cranky. Great. “You don’t look like you fit in here.”

“Judging someone’s appearance and inferring that it has any relation to their credentials isn’t such a professional thing to do, you know,” you raised your chin proudly, jutting a pointer finger to his chest. He clearly didn’t expect this because he scowled and took a step back, while you fought the grin that threatened to paint your face. “Would you like it if people told you that you’re not qualified to be a lawyer because of your tattoos and piercings?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to be a lawyer. As you can see, I’m a tattoo artist. And to answer your question, no, I don’t give a fuck what people think about me.”

“I can tell,” you muttered to yourself before smiling back up at him. He was too easy to read; his brow quivering and lips firm at your faux enthusiasm. “But yes, I do believe I’m qualified! I’m a fast learner and I’m even quick on my feet! I’m really good at talking to people too so I believe I can help schedule client appointments really well and guide them with this whole process.”

“Being front desk man doesn’t mean serving the clients tea and biscuits.”

“I know.”

“You know?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. He then gestured you to follow him all the way back to the front desk. You expected he’d teach you about how to handle the appointment books or pick up phone calls, but instead he plopped down on the leather couch of the waiting area, his legs crossed on top of the other.

Your eyes followed the patch of pale skin exposed from his ripped jeans before you looked away, not wanting him to see that you found him attractive despite his less than welcoming personality.

“What exactly do you know about this industry?”

“Nothing, to be honest, but I’m not here to be a tattoo artist or anything. I just really need a job and I assure you I’ve got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to manning front desks or counters,” you stated confidently, “I know I look out of place, but I really need this job.”

The man only narrowed his eyes at you. Contemplation was written all over his face, probably wondering why you couldn’t just work somewhere else. “Why come here, of all places?”

“Because it’s the only one that has a flexible schedule,” you sighed, “I can’t work shifts anymore because I’m too busy at university. From when I talked to your boss – Geto, was it? – he said that the salon was open 24/7 and I could work until before my classes start. He’s not really strict about that kind of thing.”

“So you mean to tell me,” he leaned forwards, looping his fingers with one another while his ice cold gaze slithered over your desperate ones. “You’ll be at university for half the day, sleep until midnight, and then come here to work and attend class a few hours later? Isn’t your schedule a little irregular?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I also have mock classes after uni and it lasts until late at night, then I help clean at the local shelter. They’re running out of volunteers and the dogs are really adorable and take my stress away so...I make sure to come by when I have time.”

“You are one odd creature,” he noted loudly, almost as if he wasn’t completely aware he vocalized his thoughts. Well, at least now you knew he wasn’t the type to think his words over, which either made him more entertaining – or insufferable the longer you worked with him – if you began working anyway. “You could’ve used your spare time to rest. Do you even eat?”

“Yeah, I have a granola bar right now with me! I actually brought two,” you pulled out the snack from your bag, “You want some? I only got the oats, though.”

“Keep it to yourself,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hands over his knees before rummaging over something behind the counter. “Fine. If Geto said he’s okay with you, then you’re hired.”

“Really, that easy?” your eyes widened, but then you chuckled when this strange man glared at you in response. He sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, a pen on top of it. The papers read something about application forms and credentials, and you beamed, happily writing your information away with a slight bounce in your toes.

Unable to keep your happiness to yourself, you looked back at the bored man, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “Huh. I was kind of expecting you would grill me – you’ve got that scary look in your eye. Let me guess, you often scare clients off?”

It seemed he could never get tired of glaring at you, because his eyes fuelled with heat as he leaned against the wall.

You hated to admit that he looked ridiculously handsome like that – the guy wasn’t even doing anything remotely attractive in the first place!

“I’m the most booked artist here, and I ask that you don’t get too comfortable with me. You haven’t even started working here and you’re already riling up on my train,” he groaned when you merely laughed in response. He made quick work of signing something in your form before handing you a key. “Here’s for your locker. Come to work tomorrow. Geto won’t be around for a week so I’ll be the one judging your performance. If you fuck up in the slightest – I won’t hesitate to fire you, you understand? We always have Yuuji coming around anyway, you’re really not that needed for the front desk.”

“Oh,” you nodded at his harshness, unsure whether to feel threatened or amused. “O-okay. I’ll do my best then. I look forward to you – ah, wait, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” you muttered to yourself, uttering his name over and over again until it rolled smoothly on your tongue. “Shame you have a shitty attitude along with that handsome face, though.”

“You trying to say something?”

You faced him, about to laugh when he scowled at your not-so-subtle comments. Waving your hands to him, you made your way out the door, your smile only irritating him further. “No, I wasn’t. I’ll be taking my leave then – see you tomorrow!”

Seems like working in a tattoo studio wouldn’t be so bad.

You came to work the next day early and pumped with adrenaline. The idea of meeting the moody tattoo artist caused you to be giggly and happy the whole day, not even feeling the exhaustion of a long day of hard work as you made your way inside the shop.

Clocking in at exactly two in the morning, you proudly tugged your name badge on top of your left breast, patting it for good luck.

The bells jingled, making you look away from your tag. “Good morning – oh, where’s Megumi?” The man standing in front of you was taller than Megumi, his head nearly knocking over the doorframe if it wasn’t for his poor, slouched lanky frame.

He had white hair that brushed atop his cerulean blue eyes, and your eyes widened because wow, he was beautiful.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Megumi told me you came around yesterday but he didn’t tell me the counter girl was this pretty,” He was in front of you the next second, his nose nearly grazing over yours that had you leaning back into the wall for space. “Hmm...he didn’t tell me that at all.”

“Oh, thank you. You are...?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, one of the senior artists here. Since Megumi isn’t here yet, let me give you a tour!” Before you could react, Satoru already had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm waving and pointing to all the hung paintings and labels on each door. You found it odd that he treated you like you were an old friend, but you weren’t going to complain. Nice co-workers were always welcomed.

“Here is the holding area where clients wait to get their session done. This is Geto’s studio and right next to that is his office where he does all the finances and all that jazz, while this is my studio. Cool, isn’t it?”

Your mouth fell ajar as Satoru led you inside his studio, the walls painted the same aquatic shade of his eyes, but what caught your attention was the galaxy themed tattoo designs he made. They came in different shapes – a volcano head, a dragon, a worm, a four-armed monster – but inside them were all galaxies with sparkling and burning stars. You could see everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Whoa, you made all this?!”

Satoru’s chest puffed out proudly, “Yeah, I did. I’m flattered by your reaction, I really am, but you haven’t seen Megumi’s yet. There’s a reason our salon boomed even though he’s only been working here for two years.”

At the mention of his name, your interest was piqued, all ears and curious smiles directed to Satoru. “Oh, can I see Megumi’s studio?”

“You can – if you book an appointment.”

“But I don’t plan on getting any tattoos,” you frowned.

“You’ll never get to see his work then,” he chuckled to himself, the sound growing louder when you visibly deflated. What was the point of getting your hopes up like that then? “Megumi doesn’t like letting others in his studio without permission or an appointment.”

“Why not?”

“He’s just iffy about it,” he shrugged, “Don’t bother trying to decode his personality anymore, Megumi’s very hard to understand. Though if I were to make sense of it...” he rubbed his chin, eyes looking out into the distance. “I guess you could say Megumi’s not the type to be showy when it comes to his work of art. Did that clear it up?”

You blinked back blankly. “No, not really. But it’s fine – I don’t plan on getting to know him anyway.”

That was the biggest lie of your life.

The moment Megumi came around a few minutes later, a loud groan upon your animated greeting over his arrival, your chest bloomed with a different kind of fluttery warmth. He rarely came out after that, clients swarming in to both his and Satoru’s studios, but each faint glimpse of his door cracking open that allowed you to see him focused as he worked, you could no longer deny the heat burning down your legs.

You crushed on the grumpy tattoo artist.

And the more you came around work, greeting him zealously and teasing him to no end that he’d look hotter if he smiled, your crush only intensified for him – completely unaware that he too, couldn’t get his thoughts off of you even with his door closed.

In fact, he kept his door closed all the time because your voice distracted him too much.

“Hey, Y/N, you free?”

You looked up from the textbook you were reviewing, slamming it shut when Satoru’s head peeked out from his studio. He was still wearing gloves with a pen between his fingers, most likely still in the middle of a session.

“Yep! We don’t have appointments yet and I’ve already closed it for non-appointees. Did you need me to get you something?”

“Yeah, could you get Megumi for me? He isn’t picking his phone up and one of our special clients are coming soon. I’m packed right now so I can’t fetch him. I’ll send you the address and you get him, yeah? Just open the counter if you need money for a cab.”

You blinked owlishly at him. On one side, you’d be more than glad to see Megumi again. He hadn’t arrived despite it being four in the morning already, and you were worried, but you also didn’t have his number to ask how he was doing. Progress with Megumi was...slow, to say the least.

He still holed himself up in his studio, coming out only for bathroom breaks, although you noticed a drastic improvement when he finally began to mutter an almost shy “good morning” under his breath for the past few weeks.

It wasn’t much, but you’d have to make do.

“Uhm, when is this client of his coming? Should I run...?”

“Yeah, you need to fucking run. They’re coming in an hour and a half!” Satoru exclaimed, flailing his hands around like a madman.

Even after working with him for some time, you still couldn’t believe the older man was practically a man child, even asking for head pats sometimes. He would lean down with a pout, using a squeaky voice to call your attention, which always succeeded in Megumi fake gagging before he locked himself inside his studio.

“Forwarded you his address. Really sorry for the inconvenience, Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” you jumped out of your seat in an instant, not bothering to take your name tag off anymore as you left the salon, hailing the nearest cab.

Megumi lived quite far from the salon, which had you wondering why he chose to work there when there were plenty of salons in his area too. His place looked shady, as well, his apartment in a high-rise building with endless graffiti and several drunk stragglers hooting for you.

You ignored them all, taking two steps at a time from his staircase, your hands on your knees as you panted for air. Why did he have to live on the tenth floor?

“Megumi! Megumi!” you banged your fist on the door, throat parched from your sudden cardio session. You were sure you burned ten calories just from that sprint, and you sighed in relief when Megumi swung the door open, still looking handsome – and sleep-deprived – as ever in his black shirt and black skinny jeans.

“What?” he demanded. After seeing that it was you, he quickly snatched a water bottle and passed it your way, closing his door behind him. “Y/N? What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live?”

“Satoru said you had a really important client. You weren’t picking your phone up so he sent me to come get you.”

“It’s my day off,” he grumbled, answering your silent questions, your worries dissipating into thin air. Once you’d satisfied yourself by basically dunking the entire bottle, Megumi rolled his eyes, his hands flat on the small of your back while he guided you downstairs. The sudden touch flamed your cheeks; a stupid smile on your face. You were shameless, though, leaning back closer to him in the darkness of the early morning. “Why does he send a girl out of all people?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“It’s unsafe. My neighbourhood isn’t the best and who knows what would’ve happened to you if some goons came out?” Megumi hailed for a back, surprising you when he let you get in first and paid for the fee despite your outstretched hand prepared with the bills. “I can’t believe Sukuna chose this day to come of all times. I can never get a damn break.”

“Sukuna?”

“A special client. He’s a really huge tipper and comes on odd schedules – I didn’t think he’d come now.”

“Yeah, I checked the papers and he wasn’t there,” you frowned to yourself.

Megumi pressed his head against the window, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down rhythmically. With the sun slowly shining from behind you, the golden stretches of it outlined his sharp features you adored, and you rested your chin on your palms, eyelashes fluttering at his beauty. “You know, Megumi, you’re really pissy sometimes – but you’re quite nice, aren’t you? I’d say you were even worried for me.”

He cracked one eye open, those blue eyes still shining with irritation, but make no mistake since his ears were flushed red. “I’m not. I just don’t want to be involved in a police investigation if they find your body near here.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Shut up.”

You and Megumi were beginning to get closer. You couldn’t pinpoint where he started to grow more comfortable with you, but it was definitely there and it was painfully evident that even someone stupid like Satoru noticed the sexual between you two.

He would always sniff the air whenever you and Megumi sat next to each other during lunch breaks, a wide grin on your face while Megumi buried his face in his hands, groaning because he knew the moment Satoru opened his mouth, nothing but dumb comments would come out. And dumb comments they were; the white-haired man merciless as he teased Megumi for acting like a cute little kid around you.

You never took it to heart, though. It was Megumi you were talking about; he was hot and cold; sweet then distant from one moment then an entire person the next.

Not that you minded, it only added to your fuelling crush on him, but you couldn’t control the way your heart fluttered every time Satoru whispered that he did like you, excusing that Megumi just wasn’t the best with words. Apparently, Megumi had spent too much time holed up in his apartment and studio that he had zero to little knowledge on how to talk to pretty girls – especially one that was clearly attracted to him as well.

Satoru encouraged you to go for it – that you should confess or break the ice first otherwise Megumi would never do anything about his raging boner every time you came around.

You only flushed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny that you too felt the same way.

One morning where Satoru and Geto were out restocking supplies, you and Megumi were left alone in the salon. Of course, he still resorted in the comfort of his studio, muttering under his breath that he wanted to try some designs before disappearing. Only this time, he left the door slightly open, the lights peeking through the slight crack.

Walking up to him with muted footsteps, you leaned over his shoulder, glancing over a sketch of...you? “Are you drawing me?”

Megumi yelped at your voice right next to his ear, throwing the paper away on the other side of the room before glaring at you. You laughed at his reaction, because how was it possible he was both so criminally sexy yet adorable? He looked terribly gorgeous today, as well, wearing a short sleeved black hoodie and black sweatpants, looking so comfortable and boyfriend like – and you couldn’t even begin to express your appreciation over his new lip piercing.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” he snapped, “Didn’t I tell you I wanted privacy?”

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Megumi sighed exasperatedly, turning back to organize his pencils before glaring at you. “What do you want? Got no one else to bother since Satoru isn’t around?”

“I just wanted to see your art,” you mentioned, but kept your eyes directed on him instead of the plethora of sketches and designs hanging from his wall as to not offend him. “Satoru told me to never come inside. He said you’re really...private when it comes to your works,” you furrowed your brows at the last part, feeling your heart beat pulse at your tongue.

It was now or never.

“Can I see your tattoos too?”

“Why do you want to see them?”

“A work of art on a canvas who’s also a work of art himself?” you finally gained confidence to tease him again, getting riled up further when Megumi stiffened at your curious hands travelling under his shirt. His breath sharpened as his glare only deepened, though he didn’t make a move to stop you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

“Being flirty doesn’t work on you. It’s not cute.”

“You’re blushing though,” you remarked. Megumi groaned and pushed your face away until your buttocks landed on his recliner. Satisfied with Megumi not completely kicking you out, you swung your legs back and forth, still staring at his hoodie as if it was an offensive material.

“Can I...see?” Megumi rolled his eyes before he lifted his shirt up, revealing to you intricate patches of black ink splattered over ripples of muscles. Your mouth salivated, and somewhere down there, you drooled too. Tentatively, your hands reached out to finger the image of canines, Megumi shuddering over your cold touch on his warm skin. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Megumi pursed his lips before whispering, “These are the dogs I had as a child. My father got me them so I wouldn’t be too lonely when he’s away from work.”

“They’re very pretty. They look like black and white wolves,” you smiled, elated that he was opening up in more ways than one. Your touch flitted over to a winged creature under his left collarbone, small letters beside the image. “And this bird? Nue? He’s so majestic,” Your hands never stopped in trailing over his skin like a lost wanderer, sweeping over ink ink until Megumi completely discarded his hoodie to the side, his back faced to you.

A white viper tattoo stood large on his broad back, crawling until over his shoulder with the fangs ending just above his pecs. Megumi swallowed at each slivering touch, your fingers dipping and caressing every dent and curve of his body.

You couldn’t get your eyes off of him, your breath hitching in your throat as one of your hands gripped his biceps subconsciously. “You’re so beautiful.”

Megumi stiffened when your thumbs grazed over his nipple right next to the viper’s fang. Almost as if a switch was triggered inside him, Megumi growled, ducking to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, heated kiss. His hands tugged at the ends of your hair to arch your neck to him, his knees slapping your legs open before he settled comfortably between you, his low groans mixing with your breath moans.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. From the moment I met you,” he nibbled your lips, hands trailing down to thumb at your hipbones. “I knew that innocent good girl look was nothing but an act.”

You smiled through the kiss, a tiny gasp falling from your lips when Megumi pulled you closer until your heat grinded against the hardness inside his pants. Laughing at his harsh movements, you let Megumi tilt your head back, his lips sucking and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Innocent girl?” you echoed, legs now wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “What makes you think I am?”

“White lace panties? Short tennis skirts and sunshine smiles?” Megumi clenched his teeth, his hands eager as he tugged the white lace down until it looped to your ankles. You gasped, back arching when he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling and fingering against your bumpy walls. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby, especially not me.”

“Took you long enough to understand I wanted you though,” you chuckled through broken moans, eyes shut tight while your legs opened wider, heels digging into the hard cushion of his seats. “I was wondering when I’d get to break you from that tough guy act of yours and have you fuck me good,” Megumi growled at your words. You leaned forward to scratch at his chest, your tongue licking the shell of your ear as you rasped, “And on a side note, I am a good girl – only to those who can make me feel good, of course.”

Megumi cupped his palm to collect your arousal dripping of his, finally shutting you up when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot that had you clenching around him. And those were just his fingers. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded smugly, hands coming up to tug harshly at his hair. Megumi hissed at the sharp pain, prompting him to fuck his fingers in and out of you faster until you leaked down to his chair, thighs trembling and your high-pitched moans coating the walls of his stupid. “Megumi, ah! Just shut up and fuck me already – been wanting you long enough.”

“Needy little girl,” He pressed you down on the reclining seat, settling between your legs before he spread your lips open with two thumbs. At the sight of your bare cunt clenching around nothing, Megumi groaned, teeth biting his lip because he could cum right then and there. “Fuck, look at you. So wet already,” he ran a hand over your slit to collect your arousal, eyes dark with lust as your juices webbed between his fingers. “All this for me? You’re so good.”

“Fuck – yeah, yeah I am,” you leaned back harder into the seat, groping at your own breasts while you nodded dumbly, too fucked out to even form a coherent response. “Going to be good for you, Megumi, gonna make you feel good.”

“Sorry, babe, maybe next time. I’m too impatient to not feel your pussy around me,” he pushed away at your hands that planned to pump his cock, his hand coming down to push you hard against the seat until his weight loomed over you.

You felt Megumi begin to align his tip at your center, dampening his mushroom head with your arousal first that had you both moaning left and right.

Hands scratching down his back as your teeth dug into your lips, Megumi pushed into you with one thrust, the sudden stretch making your legs shake and your body writhe underneath him. “Shit, why are you so tight? So fucking warm and perfect,” he rasped next to your ear, and you could hear how hard he was breathing as he thrusted into you, his cock hitting all the right places.  “Could fuck this pretty pussy all day, baby, shit.”

“Me-Megumi – t-too big!”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” he cupped your cheek, grinning sinisterly as he watched the way your greedy walls sucked him in. “See how you take me so well? You’re so small and pretty wrapped around my cock. I could break you if I wanted you,” he growled, his hands gripping hard at your hips when you clenched around him, enticing the man above you to quicken his pace.

Megumi watched with a lust filled gaze as your breasts bounced at the relentless pace he started, his balls slapping at your ass. “Oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stuffed with my fat cock in you? Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess? You’re so gorgeous when I fuck you stupid.”

“Yes, Megumi, agh. Keep going, keep going, I’m so close!”

“Oh, you feel like heaven around me,” he praised at your neck, his cock stretching you wide and pushing into you. Megumi groaned lowly at your ear as his palms flattened over your stomach that bulged every time he thrusted in, his balls tightening at the sight. “Look at how big I am for you, baby, but you’re doing so well. You were made for me – made to take my cock, shit, you’re so perfect around me. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Cum, baby, that’s right – I’m allowing you to cum.”

“Gumi, Gumi, fuckkk,” your legs tightened around him as Megumi panted with each harsh thrust, the black marks over his skin expanding and stretch when his forearm rested beside your head. His muscles clenched as he fucked into you deep, over and over again until he pushed you over the edge.

A silent sob left your lips when you came around him, your juices creaming around his cock. A few thrusts later, Megumi fell on top of you as you felt him spill his seed inside you.

He had too much that you felt both your cum dripping down your ass; Megumi pulling out with a slight wince from the oversensitivity. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid there, legs wide open and the cool air hitting your bare pussy. The door was still open, and Satoru and Geto could walk in on you both looking like this, but you couldn’t care, not when you could barely feel your legs.

You dropped your arm over your face, hearing Megumi pull his pants back up. “That was...”

“Intense?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wincing as you sat up. Your hair stuck to your forehead in sweaty clumps, dawning on you now that you were still very much covered in your sticky cum. You recoiled from the seats as you realized Megumi hadn’t even put on a towel underneath.

“Shit. Is this chair even clean?”

“I sanitize it every after session. Don’t worry about it,” he rolled his eyes, his tattoos covered and hidden from your sight once more when he pulled his hoodie over his head. Megumi retrieved a clean towel from his drawers and wiped at your sensitive pussy, your legs immediately closing around his hands when the towel accidentally grazed your clit.

Megumi gripped your knees with a silent glare. “Stay still. I’m cleaning you up.”

“I didn’t peg you as an aftercare guy. Thought you would leave me hanging here,” you teased, but really, you were feeling warm all over again as you watched Megumi wipe you all the way down to your other hole, your legs still tensing up.

Once he left to wash his hands, you could relax, tugging your panties back up with immense struggle. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck you good – you could barely feel your legs now.

“And have you make a mess by ruining my seat?” he sighed as he returned, helping you seady yourself while he snapped the slightly soaked panty back to your core. “No thanks.”

“You’re so mean, Megumi. I’m hurt.”

He rolled his eyes at your pout, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. This time around, the kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow and sensual, firm yet gentle, and his hands carefully massaged your sore hips that would soon bruise from his grip before.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled through your lips, mimicking that lovesick smile on your face as he pulled away. “But babe, you know the rules. Now that you’ve seen my work of art – what tattoo would you like me to give you? My name on your inner thigh?”

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There's conversations between Ivar and Garrett when they talk about how difficult it is to be a prince. Deirdre gets stuck with so many subplots about the duties of being a princess. There's literally a potion that only works "with the heart of a Queen." Everyone talks shit about how big their kingdoms are to each other. Rohan can't get into that until later, but he gets up on his high horse about being Draganta. Deirdre gets pissed off when she learns a lowly druid's apprentice was listening to official royal peace treaties with Maeve.

In this show, titles are important. Royalty is important. Lots of things are reserved *just* for royals.

And Angus is like, "ya i'll take some of that super special only-for-the-royal-family nectar please :3 No, more of it. Why yes I can do this dumb little group dance to welcome Garrett to Kells. How? Idk I'm a quick learner ig"

Which, like, has me with my various headcanons about whether Angus really *is* the only non-royal or not. Canonically, yes, he's just Some Guy™ - but:

he makes so little effort to respect various crowns

he doesn't give a shit about all the nobles he's surrounded with

he has free access to all of Cathbad's very valuable magic and wound up with a 'guy on the inside' that even helps sneak him in

he certainly seems like he *could* talk his way into a better quality of life if he wanted, yet seems to almost insist on living as a petty nuisance

the only time he was *ever* treated as a threat for doing the thing he openly admits doing - stealing shit - there was a *trial* and he was being set up by Maeve, so there's even more obviously a line he doesn't cross when it comes to what he takes

Like - you and I are in full agreement that he plays dumber than he is (separate from how he's also an idiot uwu), and sometimes I watch this show and think, "... Damn. He's playing deliberately dumb. How is he moving so fast from 'haha prophecies on a bit of paper are stupid' to 'rohan i am being the voice of reason here: please don't skip steps on the prophecy to go pet a dragon. :( u know i'm gonna go either way (😉) but please don't :(' followed by 'oh noooo am i getting my armour last? oh noooooooooo'?"

So I dunno - some of my HCs have it so Angus was like, "I am a prince and I am 8 years old aaaaaannnd... being a prince sucks lmao i'm running away, oh wow this is kells? This is soooo cooooool i live here now" And who would ever question that? Maeve actively hid the thing about Rohan, which means a kid showing up in the village of Kells and never saying he was royal will never be asked "are you sure? maybe you're secretly a prince"

But the fact that the show went with, "We are bestowing five people with the destiny of becoming the Mystic Knights: Rohan, the prince of Temra; Deirdre, the princess of Kells; Ivar, the prince of ??atlantis or something??who knows lmao; Garrett, the prince of Rheged; and Angus, Some Guy™!" only gets funnier when you realize season two was gonna say, "And Lugad, the other prince of Temra!"

They have done more for Pro-Polycule Theory with that than anything else 🤣 Here you go, Angus, why don't you hang out in the castle with your girlfriend until you stop fighting with your boyfriend (who seems to be the only person who Angus get annoyed at for pulling the I'm So Much More Important card (headcanon-wise, Rohan would've been the only non-royal) 👀)

And on the 100th time of watching Mystik knights if tir na nog, im starting to ship deidre and angus literally going insane about how angus called her attractive when he thought she couldnt hear him and deidre calling him a handsome idiot when he was not around and dkdfbkfbgkf

They are the only characters with actual romantic Set up from the beginning and the show wants to tell me the end goal is deidre and rowen? No fucking way.

Give me the princess in love with the thief, with the smart orphan that hides behind making a fool of himself and is also an idiot. The thief in love with a princess who thinks he'll never have a chance with her anyway.

I would have never thought i'd ship it so hard one day

[ficsforeren]

ik that everyone probably hates armin rn but definitely not me, that's why I'm asking, would you mind giving us some thoughts about how model!armin is like in bed??

good to know my baby armin is still getting some love! cause he damn well deserves it!

hmm... i never thought about it

well model!armin is definitely a virgin in my fic so i can only imagine him like this:

awkward af

blushing 99.9938029830491809324% of the time as he does literally anything

kisses you a lot but barely sticks his tongue inside your mouth

unless you initiate it first

he'd be so careful when he kisses your skin, not wanting to leave any marks on your body unless you give him permission to

probably won't even lay a finger on you until you tell him to "damn it armin can you just stick your tongue in me please?"

and oh girl, he would do it. he would totally be down for that.

cause he's curious about it, wondering how would you taste like down there.

he'd be so terrible at eating you out at first

gives you a lot of kitten licks. lots of them.

"armin, i'm not a popsicle. can you try something else?"

and he'd be so confused, high key terrified that you're judging him for it

needs your reassurance and guidance a lot

asking you "is this all right?" "is that okay?" "how about if i lick you here?" with every movement he makes

and you'll be like "can you stop asking questions?? you're doing grea--WHOA NO, THAT'S MY ASSHOLE, GO UP, GO UP"

everytime he hears you moan, he'll panic, thinking that you're in pain

he'll learn after a while that you're not in pain and so he repeats that thing he did that made you go nuts and he does it a million times more until you sob in pleasure

probably seconds away from dying when you touch his dick

fucking whimpers when you suck his cock

"c-can i place my hand on your head?"

insists on putting on a condom even when you've told him you were on the pill like five times in the last ten minutes

keeps stopping when he tries to penetrate you because "you're frowning, is that a sign of discomfort? oh my god, i'm hurting you aren't i? oh my god please don't hate me, i swear i'll do better"

and he does get better. my boy is so eager to learn that by the time you're having sex with him for the second time, he's finally brave enough to take the lead and wow he actually manages to make you cum with his tongue! congrats!

he's not gonna be able to make you cum with his cock just yet but practice makes perfect and armin is a fast learner, i can guarantee that 😏

oh he's so sweet and romantic too, like, he'd stop for a moment when he's balls deep inside you just to kiss you softly and tell you "you're so beautiful"

he's such a simp okay forgive him

[angelbrock]

dancing with the demons -she has an attitude?

au/summary: a mischievous 21year old girl dies from a crime she committed, finding her way and new journey to hell and warmly welcomed into the arms of the fallen angel.

warnings: swearing-sorta angst?

pairing: colby x fem!reader

masterlist

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your point of view

i was talking to the girls, they explained some of the rules around here but apparently i’ll get to know all the rules with the devil himself. “you know, i refuse to believe that someone who is the devil has such an innocent name, colby, who would be afraid of that?” the girls laughed, giggling loudly, “no seriously! i always figured it would be lucifer.”

“nah, only in the bible.” kat shrugged off, “colby’s actual name is cole. but he hates being called that, i don’t know why tho.”

“yeah he never really told us the reason behind that, did he?” devyn asked rhetorically, katrina and tara nodding their heads.

“cole, maybe i’ll say that to piss him off.” i wriggled my eyebrows, smirking a little. “hey do you guys have any food, i’m so hungry.”

“uh duh, come on, follow me.” tara said, both of us getting up from our spot. i followed her as she said, “okay so we have many options, what would you like to have?”

“uhhh, holy shit you weren’t lying when you said there’s a variety.” i breathed out a small chuckle as she giggled. “i’ll have the..” i couldn’t choose, “shit, i don’t know.” i laughed.

tara laughed with me, “here, have these,” she grabbed a pack of chips, ‘hellfire potato chips’ very ironic. “they’re my favourite.” she threw them towards me, i caught it swiftly, nodding.

“the name of it sure sounds convincing.” she laughed yet again. “you go back to the girls, i’ll catch up to you. i’m gonna grab a drink,” she nodded, smiling before leaving. i was looking at the ingredients on the chip packet while walking towards the fridge, accidentally knocking into someone. “shit sorr- oh. it’s you.” i saw colby directly in front of me, shrugging him off.

“isn’t that the most polite way to greet someone.” he sarcastically stated, huffing. “what are you doing?”

“getting food, what does it look like?” i opened the fridge and bent down as i looked for drinks. i could practically feel his eyes staring at my ass. “stop staring, jackass.” i grabbed a can of beer before standing up straight, “you know,” i opened the can as i continued to speak, “i thought you people in hell don’t get hungry.”

“obviously we get hungry,” colby folded his arms, giving me an evil eye, “did you fail in history or something?” i rolled my eyes, taking a sip of the beer.

“history’s a joke. they never teach you what the truth actually is. they just add in positive information to make it sound like the world isn’t a horrible place.” i cocked my eyebrow, my statement definitely catching him off guard.

“wow, you’re actually smart?” he teased, “i didn’t figure you as the common sense type.”

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me-“ i started walking away, stopping for a second, “-cole.” i smirked as i said that, walking off before he could say anything.

i was suddenly startled by the girls squealing at my face, “that was so badass, holy shit.” katrina yelped.

“how did you not stutter once!” devyn continued on,

“girlll, that was firey hot.” tara finished off, i laughed as they all rambled. i shrugged,

“she must’ve learned from the best,” i furrowed my eyebrows, turning my head to see brennen. “sup, princess.” the girls all groaned, huffing. my face shriveled up into a cringe.

“don’t call me princess, i’m nobody’s princess.” i spat out, eating a chip. brennen smirked,

“you shouldn’t be talking to envy like that, sweetheart, you have no idea what i’m capable of.” he huskily spoke, the girls shivered in disgust before sitting back down, “plus,” he ran his hand up and down my arm, “what’s the worst that can happen if you got with m-“

i kicked him in the balls as hard as i could before he could even have the chance to finish. he groaned loudly, falling to his knees as he held his crotch in pain. “damn!” “ouch-” “holy shit that looked like it hurt.” sam, jake and corey called out right after the douche fell to the floor. 

“what the fuck is happening over here?” colby walked out, his deep voice intimidating everyone but me. “what the-”

“colby, you might want to control your fucking girl before i-” before brennen could finish, i kneed him in the jaw, causing him to groan in pain. 

“listen here, asshat,” i grabbed brennen by the collar, “i’m nobody’s fucking girl. stop speaking to me like that or i will crush your balls with my bare hands.” everyone laughed and ooed as soon as i finished. 

“shiiiiit, i think you’re the only chick that i’m afraid of other than tara.” jake chuckled out, i folded my arms, 

“who you calling chick?” honestly, i only said that to scare him. and it seemed to work. 

“alright, that’s enough of that.” colby huffed out, burning his eyes into mine. i stared at him just as intensely. he shut his eyes and rose his eyebrows before opening them again, “she has an attitude,” he looked at sam, who was smirking at colby, “fast learner, i see.” 

“is anyone going to help me?!” brennen groaned out in pain, we laughed, i brought my hand out for him to grab. he hesitantly grabbed it, i pulled him up. “thanks. you’re fucking crazy.” 

“crazy is my middle name.” the girls all giggled, cheering me on as i smirked evilly. where the fuck is this sudden attitude coming from, i still don’t understand.

“anyways, move along, everyone.” colby grit out, sending everyone away, “girls, do you mind if i speak to y/n alone?” the girls nodded before leaving, winking at  me. i looked at them weird before turning back around, gasping in surprise when i saw him standing directly in front of me. 

“can you not do that every time i turn around?” i sassily remarked, continuing to eat my chips. tara wasn’t lying, they were good. he rolled his eyes, 

“listen here, princess,” i clenched my jaw when he called me princess, he definitely did that on purpose. 

“stop calling me princess-” i angrily cut him off, suddenly i was pushed up against the wall, extremely roughly as he gripped my neck. i struggled to get out of his grasp.

“you may have had the guts to lay even a finger on brennen, but you need to realize the fact that i’m the fucking devil. you can’t hurt me even if you tried to. so watch your fucking mouth when you’re speaking to me.” his dark blue eyes boaring into mine, i looked up at him, since he was much taller than me.  

“whatever, if you want to kill me just fucking do it,” i spat back, bringing my face even closer to his, to where i could feel his breath hitting my lips, “i have no will to continue living.” i whispered. he flared his nostrils in anger, tightening his grip around my neck a little. 

“what are you doing to me, huh?” i didn’t even think it was possible, but he brought my face closer to his, the tip of our noses touching, my chest up against his. “who are you to make me feel like this?” his voice lowered even more, sounding slightly raspy sending shivers down my body.

“from what i’ve heard; i’m your queen to be.” he smirked slightly, i copied his expression. 

“to be my queen, there’s a lot of consequences. i still think you’re too much of a coward to face those.” he teasingly whispered.

“is that so?” i rose my eyebrows, he hummed, i brought my mouth towards his ear, “challenge accepted.” i whispered hotly as i escaped his grasp. i walked backwards to see his face, a large grin over my lips. his tongue was pressed against his cheek to hide his smirk.

this should be fun. 

A/N - hi loves! my apologies for taking so long to upload. i’m so glad you guys like the series so far. thank you so much for the feedback, i really appreciate it. <3 

signing off

-i

[delu-jean]

OKAY HIIII CAN I GET A HEADCANNON OF READER IN A LOVE TRIANGLE WITH DEKU AND KATSUKI AND SHES BFF WITH DEKU AND AND ANDDDDDDD SHE HATES BAKUGO BUT THERES THAT STUPID ATTRACTIONNNN? (sorry for all caps)

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞

(Deku x fem!/reader x Bakugou) -> Fluff-> Hcs _> 838 

Request: “OKAY HIIII CAN I GET A HEADCANNON OF READER IN A LOVE TRIANGLE WITH DEKU AND KATSUKI AND SHES BFF WITH DEKU AND AND ANDDDDDDD SHE HATES BAKUGO BUT THERES THAT STUPID ATTRACTIONNNN? (sorry for all caps)” -> @glorii-chan

Notes: I tried making it as neutral as possible between the two! If you guys would want separate hcs for a “love traingle” scenario (meaning I go into depth for either character), a specific scenario with the two and the reader, or a part where the reader chooses either, please ask and I’ll do my best!

Love the concept of a good old love triangle, and hope you enjoy! ^^

You liked both Izuku and Katsuki...yet to your misfortune...they both also liked you (0-0)

Though it should’ve been something you were ecstatic about, it wasn’t

For one, Katsuki Bakugou was someone who infuriated you at times

He was so hot headed and had no filter

But whenever you looked at him (when not in a fit), you couldn’t help but feel attracted both physically, and personality wise

Under all of that exterior he was one heck of a catch

Still, he did annoy you most of the time

Secondly, Deku was your best friend!

He had confessed to you first before you had feelings for him

That being the case, you rejected him...only to regret such a thing

The idea of two best friends “dating”...felt weird at the time  

He avoided you for a bit needing space (baby thought he lost you :(( )

Even that being the case, when your feelings had changed, he took note and started to come around again  

Thirdly, both had a terrible history

That was another reason why you hated Bakugou

Though you caught feelings for him first, seeing him bully your best friend...was the worst sight one could witness

It saddened you how Deku would do nothing, and instead accommodate with that behaviour

That being the case, you stuck by him and despised Katsuki from afar (until you developed feelings of course)

Regardless of how old such an event was, they both still dragged this commotion into Highschool

Fourthly, both were surprisingly competitive

Remember I mentioned that “Deku would do nothing and instead accommodate with that behaviour”

That applied when Katsuki was being a jerk

But when it came to you, he tried his best to impress you!

Always bought your favourite snacks, drinks, and whatever this gentlemen could get his hands on

He’d also help you with studying, and whatnot (was always caring, understanding, and gentle):

“Mhm, you got it!”

“Wow, such a fast learner!”

“Keep on going Y/n!”

You were grateful/flustered whenever he did so

So when Katsuki saw the way things were being done, he too decided to join in

He would splurge you in gifts, small little notes, and even make you lunch here and there

He’d also help when it came to training, saying things like:

“Oi, you’re not too bad.”

“No you idiot, like this.”

“You’re going to get hurt, be careful...psh”

Though it was cute at first, the more the other would give, the more they would compete

“DEKU! WHY EVEN BOTHER GIVING HER GIFTS!? YOU KNOW I’M GOING TO WIN!”

“Kacchan...I’m sorry but, I have to! Y/n deserves such things, and I’ll be sure to deliver them no matter what!”

“DAMN YOU DEKU! SHE OBVIOUSLY LIKES MY GIFTS MORE!”

“She probably does haha...but I won’t give up! And will treat her like the angle she is!”

“ARGH!”  

You adored both of their compliments, but hated the commotion

Fifthly, you liked them for different reasons...ones that were parallel

You liked Katsuki because of his brawn, perseverance, and his respect for you/others in general  

Though Katsuki was someone who was quite brash, he’d never look down at an opponent without given a fair chance

You being no different

You admired such sportsmanship and appreciated such gestures

He was also misunderstood at times, and you felt as if you could understand him

Sometimes...his honesty could be taken the wrong way (you knew to well yourself haha)

He was quite the interesting person, with both his ups and downs, yet positives in between

You also weren’t going to deny that you were attracted physically

He was a very good looking boy, and if he had rid of his angry attitude, there would probably be other girls chasing after him

You adored Midoriya because of his kindness, intellect, and his love for those around him

Deku was such a sweetheart and made sure to care for others when he could

Always empathetic towards children, the elderly, and everyone in general

You always looked up to such a figure growing up, and continued to look at Deku in such a way

He was also a very smart boy who did this best when trying almost anything

Gave it his all, and kept on going no matter what!

His heart always had more room to spare for others, and continuously showed his charms

He was also very cute! Something you just couldn’t stop gushing over about

And his chivalry, well it was on point!

Sixth, you weren’t sure about who you liked more

Both were sweet, and liked you a lot

But all in all, you could never find yourself making a final decision

Though you loved both (in that way and as a friend), you found it so difficult to let one down

Especially if you had feelings for the other

You knew it was selfish for you to do this...but you didn’t know what else to do

So as of now, you would spend your time on both yourself, your future ahead, and seeing who would be in it

[cloudytamaki]

bnha » ice skating

warnings. cursing, fluff and slight crack

KATSUKI BAKUGO.

refused to go ice skating because that’s not fun for him

after some begging and challenges he finally said yes

you laced up your skates and got onto the indoor rink

you said, “this is so pretty, kat! what’d you think?”

he said, “it’s so damn cold! i’m freezing my balls off.”

wow killjoy so you dragged him along, he finally got the hang of it

originally he stomped around trying not to fall but shhh

began to smile when you held hands and went around

quickly defended himself when you asked him if he was smiling

tch, tsundere! he enjoyed it and would likely do it again!

SHOTO TODOROKI.

he actually doesn’t know how to ice skate since he never did that as a child but was open to new activities

laced up his skates and got onto the rink with you

he was basically in his element and was very happy about it

he is a fast learner and picked up some moves quickly

in about 10 - 15 minutes he was doing some simple jumps/flips

enjoyed every second of it and got hot chocolate after

TAMAKI AMAJIKI.

nervous, didn’t want to go for fear he’d skate into you or others

after some reassurance he agreed and walked onto the rink

he was doing a lot of clip-clopping (stepping hard into the ice) at first

he figured out how to glide a bit and tried it

he had a lot of fun,, the rink was quiet and peaceful

began planning to do this more often, really enjoyed it

KEIGO TAKAMI.

he was very nonchalant, just said sure and headed out

this bitch was cheating as soon as you got onto the rink

he was fucking hovering in the air instead of skating

you dragged him down and made him skate on the ice

he was shaky at first and when he got used to it, he kept using his wings to go faster

smh it was an unfair advantage

anyway yeah, he had fun and so did you even though you had to chase him

EIJIROU KIRISHIMA.

was extremely enthusiastic about it since he loves doing new things with you

made sure he helped you onto the ice and you got on safely

even though he did fall a few times, but you helped him

he had done some ice skating before but was a bit rusty

he picked up fast, and absolutely loved it, especially the hot coco

[purplestzebra10]

I can help

Summary: Today was wash day and you didn’t feel like doing your hair. Luckily for you Tanaka is happy to help.

Pairing: Tanaka x Black fem!Reader

Word count: 860 (im sorry its short)

Warnings: None, just something light

A/N: Hey! This is one of my first times posting some fanfiction on here. I recently got out of a writers block that I was in for years and just started writing. I really love this though. I also thought this scenario was cute. I am currently working on dialogue because I hate doing it but it is something needed. Picture used it not mine.

I made a little playlist to read along to because I like the vibes. I don’t even think it’ll take that long to complete it.

Playlist: 

Good days- SZA

I want you around-Snoh Aalegra

Find someone like you- Snoh Aalegra

Temptation-Raveena

Honey- Raveena

On & on - Erykah Badu

Hold on- The Interne

Today was supposed to be a rest day but you weren’t getting any rest. You were in quite the pickle to be relaxing. At the beginning of the week you had taken out your box braids but didn’t do your regular routine. You skipped over washing it and kept it in a nice small fro. Of course you sprayed your water and conditioner mixture to keep it looking fresh but it still needed love. 

Now you’re standing in your bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror after a nice shower. You wrapped your hair in a microfiber towel, dried yourself off, and slipped on your clothes. A maroon spaghetti strap undershirt and white shorts with hearts on them. You have all your products laid out on the sink for use from conditioner to oil. You didn’t even take the towel off yet however you already felt drained.

As you pressed shuffle on your R&B playlist you heard the keypad to the front door beep. Usually, you would’ve been worried but it was Tanaka. You knew because he texted you about coming over but you still didn’t like him unlocking the door instead of knocking. 

“Heyo.” He shouted.

“You could’ve knocked.” You said walking out the bathroom to get some sodas out the fridge. 

“Yeah but why would I do that?” He asked, shrugging, like it wasn’t a big deal. You turned and looked at him but realized that there was nothing going on in his brain. Sighing, you just gave him one of the pops. 

As he took a few sips you scanned his appearance. He wore a black t-shirt with some words on it but it was covered with a green jacket. He had some black joggers and some regular timbs. You would’ve said something about it but you realized, he had his shoes still on. 

“Take your damn shoes off.” You scolded, now drinking your pop.

“Sorry ma.” He responded. As he took his boots you walked back to the bathroom taking a nice deep breath. “Soo, whatcha doing?” 

“Dying” You took off the towel and debated on actually finishing your hair. 

“That's not a real answer.” he stated leaning against the doorframe. 

“I’m doing my stupid hair.” 

“It’s not stupid, I think it’s cool.” He assured you. “What style are you doing this time?” Ever since yall became friends Tanaka has shown his appreciation for your hair. It amazed him how many styles and accessories you could do.

“I don’t know.”

“I can help.” You turned to him. Right now he was like an angel to you, a gift from god. 

“You serious?”

“Yeah, I’m a fast learner.” He stood straight, readying himself for work. You looked back at the mirror for a few seconds and decided to give it a shot. After some thought you figured that bantu knots were the way to go.

“Help me get this stuff to the living room.” Since you weren't the one doing you decided it would be best to be sitting. 

In a matter of minutes y’all put all the products on the table neatly. You grabbed a throw pillow and a minnie mirror out of your room. You directed him to sit on the couch with legs opened and positioned yourself in the middle of him. You found a picture off of Pinterest as a reference and showed it to him. 

“Alright, how do i start?” 

“First you put the hair in sections.” You moved your hands to the back of your head sectioning the hair. You grabbed a hairtie and tied the top part away from the bottom part. “Actually, really all it is is sectioning,”

You couldn’t see it but he was watching closely taking in all the information. He noticed how gentle your fingers worked and so he mimicked it when he touched your hair. Tanaka asked about all the different products and their uses. He joked about how he should use a lot of stuff. 

 He made meaningful conversation and breezed through the knots. Your playlist was playing in the background and the smell of the oils filled your nostrils. In the end it took about an hour and a half until you had the finished product. Tanaka was right, he is a fast learner. 

You went into the bathroom and looked at your scalp. The knots was tight and everything was moisturized and oil evenly. It represented very closely to the reference and you were amazed. 

“Wow Tanaka. Thank you!” You exclaimed hugging him. 

“I told you I would do good.” He gave you a wide smile. “Now my payment.”

“Payment? And here I was thinking you were lending a helping hand.” You said letting go of him crossing your arms.

“Yes at first but my arms were starting to get tired.” His smile faded to a sly smirk and he wiggled his right arm around. “I think I earned a movie night.” 

“If you wanted to stay longer you could’ve just said that.” You stated rolling your eyes but you smiled. “Fine, I’ll order the food.”

After cleaning up the products you guys order food and movies until you fall asleep.

[keilemlucent]

lavender latte: vii

(M (for now!)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

chapter 1   ||   chapter 2  ||   chapter 3   ||  chapter 4   ||   chapter 5   ||  chapter 6   ||  chapter 8  ||

masterlist

word count: ~5.2k

the details

warnings: a little spice (see that M warning!), soft shit & emotional convos

beta’ed: @keiqos 

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wow :’^) through thick and thin, this one got here! thank u to molb for beta reading!!! this is beginning of the second act/final half of the story, a little ~*plot*~ if u will. enjoy 💗

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Being in Hawks’ arms was heaven, you were sure of it.

When he’d said that he’d ‘never done this before’, you, that first night, had confirmation that ‘this’ definitely did not refer to physical intimacy. It couldn’t, not with the way he had touched you. 

His warm, well-trained hands squeezing and pulling you apart perfectly. He read each of your breaths and sighs like they were an in-depth instruction manual that he was meant to study, memorizing the perfect ways to make you cry his name.

...

Hawks was a fast learner.

 “You’re gorgeous, you know that, right?” Hawks said with a kiss to your cheek, lips trailing to your jaw. “You’re fucking beautiful, angel.”

Your thighs hugged around his, your booted foot half-supported by the couch below. Straddling his lap had been a bold move, but neither of you complained, hardly. The shocked look that Hawks had first worn had melted into one of hot-blooded lust.

You drank it all in, him all in, greedily. 

“You’re not bad yourself, you know,” You giggled at the compliments. He’d been laying them on thick as the night wore on, not that you were complaining. “I wasn’t lying earlier, agreeing that you were hot and all. It’s a little distracting.”

“‘Distracting’?” You could hear the raise in Hawks’ brow. “Spill it, dove. How am I ‘distracting’?”

You opened your mouth, ready to give him an entire heap of ego-boosting praise about how fucking hot he was in civilian clothes (and in general), but the words died in your throat as his hands trailed along your hips, dipping just below the hem of your shirt. His touch brushed along your bare skin and the waistband of your bottoms.

You sucked in a shaking breath. 

“Angel,” Hawks’s sing-song voice washed over you as his nimble fingers stroked at your sides and quick teeth nipped at your jaw. “I’m waiting.”

His purposefully mind-snagging moves were all calculated, each brush and touch he gave you turning you gooey over him. 

“U-uh,” You stuttered, Hawks snickered against your skin. You really would’ve loved to give him some sort of lip, but the gentle bites to the fragile skin of your neck made your words turn to smoke in your skull. “I-I mean, right now, w-what you’re doing.”

Hawks being a tease was hardly surprising.

“I’m sorry,” Hawks paused, hot breath tickling your ear. “I couldn’t catch that, angel. How am I distracting you? What am I doing?”

The bastard.

“Y-You’re—” You cut yourself off with a yelp. Hawks had taken to sucking at a bite mark on your neck, laving the bruise with his tongue. Pain pricked deliciously across your skin, and you let your head fall away to bare more for him.

“I’m surprised, you’re usually so good with words.”

You normally were, the banter you and Hawks shared was a testament to that. But with his lips and searing hands grabbing and damn near worshipping whatever they could, you were at a loss for words. You were more than happy to, balling up the back of Keigo’s sweater in your clammy palms. 

 Keigo was in rapture, he was sure of it. 

The sweetness of the earlier moment of the night was still there in each peck and sweet caress. It radiated in each action. 

The tension had simply been allowed to break. 

The goodness was all foreign to him, something he’d never really known. 

Keigo had plenty of sex— good sex, by definition. He wasn’t a slouch in bed, he knew that much. He’d been given glowing reviews time and time again. But, that was all hookups or platonic flings, nothing even close to the stored up desires that were finally able to be expressed.

Your sweet body already trembling over him with just easy touches got him harder and hotter than he’d been in a long time, probably ever. 

It was you, as cliche as it was. The familiar scent of your perfume clouding over him, the little gasps and whines from the back of your throat, even the taste of your quickly salting skin drove Keigo wild. And it was all so intimately close. 

He was suffocating in you and he loved every moment of it.

Keigo had already learned you from his side of the teashop’s counter. He mentally prided himself on recognizing your mannerisms after so many months of conversation and coffee. The little quirks in your movements and words that told their own stories.

The pride, of course, came from being able to use his trained interpersonal skills for something good, something that he knew was good.

With that first kiss, that sweet, sweet first embrace (of many), Keigo could finally indulge in learning about you in a new way.

He wanted to learn what would make you melt. 

Keigo’s wings twitched, sensing how each nip to your jaw made your hips stutter like you were repressing the urge to roll them down onto his lap. 

With each press of his thumbs against your sides, he could feel your breath catch, soft sounds muffled in the back of your throat.

You were perfect.

 “H-Hawks!” His name cracked from your lips as he dragged down the collar of your sweater, sucking a bruise onto your collarbone. 

Hawks chuckled against your neck, hot breath making you hazy in the best way, “This alright?”

“Uh-huh,” You nodded, giving him all the permission in the world to go to town.

Hawks wasn’t too rough with you, just sparks of teeth and nails that made your chest arch into his own. Keigo seemed more than content to have you in his lap, undoing you slowly like it was his divine mission. 

It might as well have been, with his pretty scarlet wings unfurled. You’d never seen them so close, noticing all of the filaments and their depth and colors. 

Throughout you and Hawks’s long, handsy makeout session, his wings (had they always been so massive?) slowly stretched out and open with each gasp and grunt. You’d catch the feathers trembling, shuddering when you ran your hands over the lean muscle of Hawk’s chest, fingers tracing up his ribs. You watched the plumage dance from their roots to the largest feathers when you graced him with the rare grind down onto his straining bulge.

“Can I touch them?” You asked breathlessly, head tilted to allow Hawks all the room in the world to mark up your neck.

He paused, the feathers shuddering in a wave-like pattern. You were mesmerized.

“They’re sensitive, so you have to be gentle.”

You paused, but only for a moment. 

Hawks’ words from earlier echoed in your skull:

“I’ve never done any of this.”

Further questions rattled just behind it.

What does that even mean?

He certainly knew how to turn you into a puddle with confidence, so you could only assume the tabloids had been somewhat right in saying that he was... experienced. 

(You were confident that you were only seeing a glimmer of what he was capable of. The prospect made your breath leave your lips hotter and harder.)

You shoved the thought off in favor of reaching behind him, carefully placing a hand on a downy bone near the root. 

Hawks went rigid with your touch, freezing against your neck. The grip on your hips was nearing bruising, but you didn’t move your hand other than a few gentle strokes from the pads of your fingers.

It had Hawks shaking beneath you. 

“This okay?”

Hawks nodded, taking a big breath, pressing his face into your neck, “Yeah. You won’t break me, I promise.”

You trusted him.

You ran your thumb along the spindly bone. The texture was odd, but not unpleasant, firmness covered by petal-soft feathers. Even if it had been weird to touch, you wouldn’t have minded. 

You couldn’t have, not with the high, sinful moan that croaked from Hawks’s lips.

You smirked, “Does it feel good?”

Hawks’ breath grew more ragged as your grip drifted to the roots. 

It was more than enough of an answer. 

“That seems like a yes— Why don’t you tell me about it? How my hands feel right here...”

You could tease Hawks right back.

Your hold went the tiniest bit tighter, a few of your nails barely grazing him.

 Keigo hadn’t been expecting the touch.  

No one touched his wings. He plucked and preened them himself, using a bit of special oil for them on the rare occasion that he was in the mood for some pampering. His time training with the Commission drilled into his mind that his wings were him, beautiful weapons that required coveting.

So, he surprised himself when he so freely allowed you to touch them.

Then again, he trusted you an almost scary amount for the lack of definition your... relationship now had. 

When your nails went against the grain of the small, soft, feathers at the base of his wings, the moan that ripped from his throat was entirely involuntary. The way his hips bucked up was too.

The way he accidentally sent you tumbling to the ground was very unintentional.

If Keigo hadn’t been caught in the absolute euphoria of his wings being touched by someone good for the first time in his life, he probably would’ve been able to catch you.

But, he was distracted.

 Your back hit the carpet below, uninjured leg bracing your fall while the booted one shot up awkwardly, saving it from any impact. Your head spun despite not being hit, fully jarred from the sudden motion. 

Hawks immediately sat up, sputtering and helping you from the ground. His feathers aided where they could, re-propping your boot and settling you against him. 

“It’s okay, it totally happens, Hawks,” You tried to soothe him. 

“Are you sure? I can get you so ice if you need—”

“Hawks, I’m alright, really, love” The affection slipped out easily as you popped a kiss onto his jaw. “I’m totally okay. Besides, it’s worth it to know how sensitive those wings of yours are.”

“Be careful there, angel,” Hawks’s cheeks lit with blush, smothering face in your hair to hide it, “Using those against me has some... consequences.”

The thought made your insides burn in the best way. 

“Oh yeah?” You raised your eyebrows, thinking of the wonderful possibilities. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I’m serious!”

“So am I.”

Any... tension in the room diffused, though not unpleasantly. 

You fell against Hawks, pressing your nose into his arm. Your earlier fears of getting ‘too used’ to him were now very much a reality, an unavoidable one. You had already come to crave the heat of his touch and the baritone of voice. 

You accepted the fact, squeezing him.

It was inevitable, really.

...

You knew it was late, very late, probably early morning. You and Hawks had been all over each other for hours, and as nice as it was, you could feel sleep beginning to pull at the back of your eyes. Despite the exhaustion and quiet aches of the marks across your skin, you didn’t want to stop, not at all.

Admitting you were tired meant that Hawks had to leave and that would mean facing reality. 

As lovely as the evening was, there was plenty swirling that was left unsaid. Things that needed to be addressed, though you both stalled. There were plenty of bits and pieces that wouldn’t be pleasant to talk about, details that could ruin the precious air of the night.

You leaned into him, eyelids sagging against your will. 

“Aww,” Hawks giggled, pulling you closer by the waist, as if you had spoken your insecurities, rather than just thinking about them. “You getting tired, dove?”

You nodded against him, tucking into his side the best you could like it could stop the inevitable. 

“Do you want me to stay?”

The question surprised you. Your guts fluttered at the prospect. 

God, was it an alluring idea.

With obvious implications.

You swallowed.

 It’s all going too fast.

The months of leadup and heat between your thighs didn’t assuage your fears. If anything, it made your fear the deep-end of a night together more. 

“Hey, you’re getting nervous, I can literally see it,” Hawks frowned, tipping up your head. Even the little, casual touches he got to give you made your hearts pound. “I don’t have to.”

“No, it’s like—” You ran a hand down your cheeks. “I want you too, that would be very nice, I’m just a little...”

You struggled to find the words, even feeling your quirk begin to stir. Anxiety prickled like jolts of sour berries across your tongue, burning your eyes and nose. You scrunched your face, shaking your head and willing yourself to relax.

“Overwhelmed?” 

Hawks was right, of course, with his observational skills being so unmatched. He probably even noticed your quirk activating with the widening of your pupils.

“Yeah, you could say that.” you sighed, finding his hand to squeeze it. “It all just feels really fast, you know? I really want to sleep next to you, with you, yet... I don’t even know your real name.”

Hawks went still and tense. 

 Keigo hadn’t really thought about that part. 

Of course, you’d want to know his name. It was only natural, every hero had a civilian name.

Except for him. 

He was Hawks, the hero of Fierce Wings and unrivaled speed. That was him. His name was Hawks.

Keigo had been Hawks for years. His identity was tied to the name, melded to it. They were inseparable. He hadn’t been called anything else in so long, not since he was a shiny new recruit. Any other name had been torn from him, snuffed out and suffocated long ago. 

Every news report and every article, all the calls from friends and colleagues, every scolding he received was always for Hawks.

Never Takami Keigo.

Yet, sitting there on your well-worn couch, surrounded by the warmth of your apartment and your own heat nestled into his side, his given name bobbed to the surface of his psyche.

It lay on the tip of his tongue, Keigo mulling over the personal consequences of telling you his birth name.

This was all different for him anyway, right?

Maybe it would be good to use his name for something good. 

Maybe using his name would be okay.

(Even if it was scary.) 

 “Uh, Hawks? Are you okay?” You asked, rubbing his knee. 

His eyes had gone blank, gazing far-off like you’d never seen before. Hawks even had a nervous bounce in his knee. His body was rigid against yours.

Concern bloomed in your gut. 

“Hey, Hawks,” You tried to get his attention again. “You’re okay. You don’t have to tell me.”

Hawks shook his head, biting his lips and mussing his already sexed-up hair. You bit your lip, refusing to move, not wanting to force any unwanted affections on him. 

A sigh shook from his chest. 

Carefully, he met your worried gaze. 

His eyes, all prettied and honeyed, looked a hell of a lot more-wide and fear-filled then you’d ever seen.

 “It’s Keigo. My name is Takami Keigo.”

You rolled the name around in your skull. Reaching for his hands, you brought them into your own lap.

It wasn’t hard to tell that it wasn’t easy for him to say. 

“That's a really pretty name. Thank you for telling me.” Gently, you rubbed the pads of your thumbs into his palms. The sensation shot up Keigo’s spine, making him sit up a few degrees straighter. “People tend to hold a lot of tension in their hands.”

 Keigo nodded, unusually silent (you got him that way a lot), unsure of what to say, genuinely and truly. His heart was pounding and he was sure you could feel the layer of sweat slicking his palms. 

“You can’t tell anyone my name, (Y/N). Can’t even joke about telling people, okay?”

You squeezed his hands, “Whatever I need to do, I’ve got you, okay, Keigo?”

It was the first time he’d heard his real name in years.

He was incredibly glad that it was from you, assuring him in the same breath. 

...

Vulnerability was terrifying. 

Keigo liked you, irrefutably. A lot. But, all of the nuts and bolts of actually having a relationship (would you two even have that?) seemed daunting. There was plenty to figure out that you had been electing to ignore. 

“There’s a lot I won’t ever be able to tell you,” Keigo forced himself to fess up. He had to lie strategically all the time, but it wasn’t the time to. “Even if I want to.” 

“That’s okay. We’ll both have to be flexible.” You replied quickly, probably not taking enough time to fully mull over the extent of what you’re saying. You slid your hand into his. “Can I be honest too?”

“Of course.” Keigo tugged, urging you back onto his lap. He liked you there the best so far. He could wrap you in his arms so well, satisfying that deep need to keep you safe. 

When you got situated on top of his thighs, you wrapped your arms tentatively around his chest, careful to avoid the base of his wings.

“I’m terrified.” You pressed your face into his chest. “That’s probably why I didn’t say anything for so long.”

 “Oh, dove,” Keigo hugged you tight to him. “You don’t need to be scared of anything. I keep people safe. It’s literally my job.”

“It’s different, though, this kind of stuff,” You replied, voice soft and low. “Aren’t you scared at all?”

Of course he was.

A lot. 

And he had to say so, didn’t he?

Honesty— real, cogent, emotionally mind-bending honesty, felt uncomfortably new on Keigo’s tongue. 

He would have to learn to reflect your own. 

“I’ve never been with anyone before, not like this anyways.” Keigo hated how weak his voice was, nothing like the silken charm he was used to exuding. “So, you could say I’m a little scared.”

“We can go slow,” You easily responded, tilting your face to meet Keigo’s. “I know it’s not normally your thing, but I think we have to.”

“I’ll manage,” Keigo cupped the side of your face, the remnants of tension bleeding from the muscles of his back as he let himself smile (hopefully). “So, you want to?”

“‘Want to’ what?” You asked, tilting your head in his hands. 

Keigo relished the way you leaned into him, letting him bear a bit of your body weight. He accepted the responsibility without hesitation, an idle hand stroking at your hips. 

“I know that functionally, we don’t know a ton about each other, but,” Keigo exhaled, noting how your eyes went soft and a bit glassy. “And I’ve never done this, but like, a relationship. Try it, anyway.”

 You only took a moment to answer, hardly pausing. 

It was a given, wasn’t it? 

With the big, intense feelings that had made their home in your insides long ago and had been given so much time to grow, it only made sense to at least try. Your feelings had roots that ran deeper than just those suited for fucking for sport.

You already cherished each other. 

“Of course, tailfeathers,” You stretched to kiss the stubble on his chin. “I like you a whole lot, you know.”

“I like you plenty too, but really?” Keigo falsely frowned. “‘Tailfeathers’? I thought we were passed that one?”

“I dunno,” You smirked to yourself, curling your free, uninjured leg over his own. “Maybe I could be persuaded to find another bird-adjacent nickname.” 

“Like?”

“Is lovebird too cliche?” You looped your arm around his neck. “Maybe just birdboy, the classic.”

“Hmmm,” Keigo’s squeezed your sides. “Not sure if I’m much of a lovebird, dove.”

“You sure about that?” You flickered your eyes to note that Keigo had you entirely wrapped up in his arms, wings shuddering in time with your own breaths. “I think you might be on your way.

“Maybe,” Keigo huffed, pressing his lips to yours. “Just for you, dove. Just for you.”

You melted into each other, starting the beloved dance all over again, not caring how late the night wore on. You were both certain, silently, that this would not be the last time you’d find yourselves like this. You both could only hope that there would be many more nights spent tangled up in each other, both sweet and spiced.

For now, you, together, settled for the blessed slowness of it all. 

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 Keigo did stay the night. 

You loaned Keigo an old shirt (that you didn’t mind cutting slits in for his wings)  and a pair of sweatpants, even loaning him a toothbrush. Deliberately, you placed it in its own cup, just in case he stayed over again.

(He would.) 

It was a little nerve-wracking, clambering into bed together. 

Your room was decorated and lit the same way the rest of your home was. The same soft, diffused lighting cast your room with a yellow glow. You had taken a brief moment to hastily (but carefully) tuck several plushies on top of a desk in the corner, chatting over your potential embarrassment.

(Truthfully, Keigo thought it was adorable that you had a myriad of stuffed animals that you slept with. It made your bed look a whole lot more... nestlike. It scratched an itch deep in his bird-adjacent brain that he didn’t know he had.)

You two slid beneath the sheets, though you stayed sitting up, fisting the sheets in clenched fingers.

You knew the implications of sleeping together, obviously. 

“H-hey, you know how we said we’d go slow?” You swallowed, glancing down at Keigo.

“Yeah, dove?” He flipped onto his side, peering up at you. 

You fidgeted.

It was a conversation that you hated having. It was always met with disappointment or confusion or both.

“I meant it.” You sighed, relenting and fluffing a hand through his messy hair. Remaining blunt about your reality was always the best option, you’d danced around it enough that night as it was. “The overstimulation part of my quirk makes sex really... hard? I guess.”

You wished there wasn’t so much damn internalized shame shoved into your brain about this particular facet of your quirk. You didn’t give Keigo much of a chance to respond, good or bad. 

“Like, I can, don’t get me wrong, it just gets to be too much really easily, and like, I just need a bit more time—?”

 Nervousness ticked and writhed in your voice as you scrunched the duvet in your hands.

“Hey, (Y/N), It’s alright, I promise.” Keigo shifted, tugging you down into the sheets, facing him.  “Come down here.”

You lowered yourself cautiously, a mix of expressions crossing your face, all of which felt unfamiliar to Keigo.

As much as he teased and embarrassed you at the teashop, you’d never looked genuinely upset. Even when you were struggling to tell him how you felt, just earlier that night, you’d never looked so...

Uncomfortable? 

Keigo saw the crinkle at the corners of your eyes and the scrunch of your nose and quickly corrected himself: 

Guilt.

“We can go slow, as slow as you need. I mean it.”

You laid facing each other, the duvet settling over the two of you. Carefully, Keigo took your hand by the wrist, laying a soft kiss at the joint.

The guarded look in your eyes wasn’t one Keigo was used to.

“Really? You don’t mind?” Your gaze was trained on the sheets below, picking at a loose thread.

“I really, really don’t mind at all. I want you to be comfortable.” Keigo assured you the best he could, heart aching with your nervous glances. “Slow, remember?”

“Slow.” You repeated, finally giving him a bit of eye contact. “You sure? I don’t want to force you to curb your hero’s libido because of my quirk’s bodily side effects.”

“Okay, one,” Keigo huffed, tugging you chest to chest and peppering your face with the kisses he’d always wanted to. “How often do you think I bang?”

You snorted and relaxed visibly, “I mean, I’ve seen the tabloids, so I’m assuming all the time. Like, rabbit-level.”

“God, no, please don’t believe that shit,” Keigo groaned as he threw an arm over your waist. “I am bird-adjacent, as you say, not bunny-adjacent. Then you’re talking about Mirko—”

“Keigo,” You stopped him with a finger on his lips. “I’m not sure if I can handle the details of any of the top-ten’s sex lives, sans yours. Which hopefully includes me.” 

He spoke besides, “You’re telling me you don’t want to know about Wash’s—”

“Keigo—”

“I’m just saying, I have pictures—”

You silenced him, thank god, with a firm kiss you dragged him into by the collar. You made a point to hold him in place even as his wings twitched, nipping at his bottom lip. He licked into your mouth, pulling you forward by your hips. 

You decided to make it a habit to kiss Keigo breathless more often.

...

Keigo traced nonsense shapes and phrases on your sides, you sucking a few bruises well below his collar.

(You both opted that, sex or otherwise, Keigo wearing a shirt was... unnecessary.)

You settled under the covers spooning, your back against his bare chest. 

After everything that had happened that night, all of it, you were exhausted. 

“I have patrol pretty early tomorrow,” Keigo pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. “I’ll let you sleep when I leave, okay?” 

“No, I’ll get up a little too,” You could hear the slur of sleep in your words. “I’ve got a shitty little espresso machine. I’ll make you a drink, to go.”

“You sure? You need all the rest you can get with that leg of yours healing,” Keigo tapped your booted calf with his foot.

“Of course, Kei’,” You can feel sleep tugging you down, Keigo’s heat lulling you. “I miss making you drinks.”

 You didn’t see it— you were already half-asleep by the end of your sentence. But, Keigo hid his biggest smile in your shoulder, wings fluttering in time with the butterflies in his tummy. 

It felt good to sleep next to someone else, especially when it was someone you loved. 

 —

 But, all good things must come to an end, or at least to a momentary pause. 

Keigo was out the door as dawn rose, kissing you hard and long with a travel mug of a coffee in his hand. 

“I threw together what I could, making one of those warm feelings drinks,” You’d said as you pressed the hot tumbler into his hands. “It’s cinnamon, caramel cappuccino, pretty simple compared to what I’d normally make you.”

It didn’t matter, truthfully, you making it meant the world.

Keigo flew from your balcony, flying high physically and mentally. He took the time to stop at home and change into his hero costume. 

It gave him ample time to mull over everything. 

Despite the months of (mutual) pining, a lot had happened in such a short amount of time. 

He was happy, overjoyed, that things were finally out in the open. Getting to be near you and feel you was a luxury he was ecstatic to be able to indulge in. His heart would leap and jump against his sternum if he thought about it too hard or for too long.

That wasn’t to say that there weren’t to be challenges or complications. 

There were, of course, many details that would have to be sorted and straightened.

Hawks was a hero after all.

 His patrol was fairly calm, sunrise didn’t tend to be a time of high crime. 

Though, his sharpened eyes caught the telltale plumes of smoke on the other side of the city not long after he’d launched from his apartment. 

He flew as fast as he could, dodging between buildings and sending his fast feathers in front of him. The closer he got, the more the smell of smoke stung his sinuses. 

When he arrived at the scene, he dove into action.

An apartment burning was burning, nothing new or surprising.

Except, this was a well-groomed highrise, a nicer building in a very nice part of town. 

 It took Keigo a moment or two to realize that he’d seen the building before. He recognized it from the brochures and pamphlets he was occasionally given at heroes sponsorship events. He’d gotten plenty of papers and pitches for buildings like it too. 

...

Jets of orange flames burst through the windows, shattering them down its many stories. The blaze was thick and hot, searing Keigo as he flew around the building.

For this reason, there wasn’t a ton he could do to help, not with how flame and fire. The feathers he managed to send in burned up after only a minute or two. Even if he dulled their sensitivity, the feeling of flame licking the sensitive plumes made him want to shudder and writhe. 

He eventually opted to just help with rescue operations on the ground. He felt somewhat more adept at doing so, following what had happened in the shopping district the tea shop was in. His feathers were far more useful running supplies from place to place than trying to outpace flames. 

There were plenty of heroes around. 

Plenty were local, lesser-known pros. He recognized a few from the charts, top thirties maybe. They were mostly in plainclothes, no costumes or regalia. Some still wore house slippers.

And very few of them appeared to be alone. 

Usually, they stood with at least one other person, maybe a child or two. 

It dawned on Keigo once he saw Edgeshot appear from the rubble, helping a young man walk with a hand around his waist. As Edgeshot walked past Keigo, regarding him with a firm but curt nod, he noticed their twin wedding bands glinting against the mixing light of flames and the early morning. 

Oh.

 Keigo took in the remnants of the burned-out building, recalling its splendor from the ads he had been sent so many times and dismissed.

It was Hero Affiliate housing. 

He’d been given the spiel so many times as a young bachelor, that’d he’d tuned them out long ago. 

It was a trend that had caught on a few years prior, specific luxury buildings made for the family and partners of heroes. Better security, better resistance to disaster and villain attacks(sure), and a community of people who all dealt with the same struggles of being closely attached to a hero.

They were supposed to be safer.

Yet, he was staring at the corpse of the building, burned out and soggy. Around him were soot-covered civilians that should have never been in harm's way. That’s what complexes like this were built for. That was the intent, anyway. 

Yet, there stood reality.

Keigo’s kept the calm, laid-back smile on his face, his veneer up and solid as limestone, unfractured like it too. 

As Keigo aided where he could, his mind was elsewhere.

It was on you, undoubtedly curled up and asleep, safe.

But, could he keep you that way? 

...

He’d have to. 

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Roma Marinette pt. 1

Marinette's parents joined a traveling circus a year before Marinette was born. They make all the food that's sold as well as food for their fellow travelers.

Marinette is born in the circus. She is one of three kids. Only one year younger than Dick Grayson, Dickie as she grows up calling him, and five years younger than Johnny Grayson. Dick's nickname for Marinette is Marigold. Marinette takes to the Graysons she and Dick adore each other and all the Graysons love little Mari. With Tom and Sabine's permission they start training her along with Dick. Both kids fast learners with what seems like an ability to completely defy gravity and break its rules.

Dick and Marinette are stuck at the hip learning everything their circus family can teach them. Marinette is the one that decides that they should learn knife throwing and fire spinning. While Dick decides they are going to work out with the strong men and learn how to handle the animals. 

While they are still too young to join in on the trapeze they are allowed in the show. Together they wow crowds doing cartwheels, flips, and complicated floor routines together. Once they are 6 they are allowed to fly with the rest of them. Their shows garner more and more attention, everyone wanting to see the two youngest aerialists in the world.

Everything is perfect in their lives, until they go to Gotham for a show. Dick parents begin acting weirdly, hugging Dick more and more, while looking at him in a resigned manner. This causes both to worry a bit but they don't let it show. When Dick sees people messing with the trapeze both of them brush it off. Before the show they meet the young Drake family and take a picture together. Marinette and Dick are on one knee together with Tim sitting on their bent knees.

When the lines snap Marinette and Dick stand on the boards opposite of each other watching in horror as the lines snap. In minutes both are on the ground near the bodies, Dick crying silently holding his mother's bracelet while Marinette holds him tightly crying herself.

Bruce walks up and talks to the two and is slightly surprised to find that Marinette wasn't their daughter. Marinette smiles weakly telling them she was pretty damn close. Bruce comforts Dick before going to talk with the Commissioner and a Social Worker.

Before the end of the night Dick is packing up his stuff and getting ready to leave with the social worker. Bruce never leaves their sides. Marinette stops Dick from leaving and hands him her stuffed tiger named Sikhaya. Dick hugs it tightly before pulling out his elephant Zitka and giving it to her.

Marinette pulls him into a tight hug sniffling into his shoulder.

Mari- Don't you dare forget me Richard Grayson. We'll find each other again someday Dickie. So until then don't you dare forget me.

Dick- I could never forget you Bluejay. 

Two months later Marinette and her parents leave the circus and settle down in Paris. It breaks their hearts but after the Grayson's tragedy Tom and Sabine find it the best option.

Dick and Marinette don't see each other for a very long time, but they never forget the other.

Zitka is well loved and taken care of. The stuffed animal has a special place on Marinette's bed even when she is an adult. While Dick takes to putting Sikhaya on a shelf when his brothers come into the mix, not wanting it to be destroyed if they become destructive.

Dick grows up as Bruce's son becoming Robin when he turns nine. At thirteen he joins a team of young superheroes, at fifthteen he leaves behind Robin giving the mantle to his new brother Jason. He also begins dating Barbara. They break up a year later when Dick realizes he is continually comparing Barbara to Marinette. When he becomes seventeen he mourns the loss of his brother and nearly kills the Joker, only stopped by Batman. He takes a year break, taking counseling sessions with a reformed Harley Quinn. During his break he meets Tim Drake once again, he doesn't remember him however. He begins training Tim to find solace in acting as a brother again, he also digs up evidence on why the Drakes are terrible parents. Dick encourages Tim to become Robin, his first night out as Robin is Nightwing's return. When he turns 18 he goes to the police academy, and once he graduates he becomes part time and goes to college for business. He is 20 when Red Hood begins targeting the entire family. Jason was not prepared for how vicious Dick got when he shot Tim. Batman once again stops Dick in his anger, telling him once again that neither of his brothers would want him to kill. Jason uses this time to escape from the family and drops into hiding. He hacks into the Batcave and watches the caves videos and reading reports of what's happened since his death. When Jason finally comes back he is ashamed and is surprised when Dick simply hugs him crying. Things are tense between Bruce and Jason, but a few counseling sessions with Harley and their relationship is slowly rebuilding. Shortly after Damian comes into their lives. Dick is quick to knock Damian down when he attacks Tim. He tells Damian that he doesn't care who his mother is, or that he is Bruce's blood son. He slowly brings Damian into the family. While the boy is still distant and mean to the family they all notice he doesn't mean his insults anymore. When Dick is twenty-two he graduates college with a degree in business. He begins working at Wayne Enterprises as well, he mainly works from home and behind the scenes with Mr. Fox. No one outside the company knows he also works there, the entirety of Gotham believes he is just Officer Grayson.

Marinette grows up in Paris with absent parents. They love her but now that they have their own business they only have time for dinner with Marinette. While she is upset she joins gymnastics and aerial arts classes, quickly rising to the position of top student. She also begins going to regular school during her first day. She is so nervous she keeps tripping. The entire class soon begins to view her as clumsy, something that sticks. Even though Marinette only trips afterwards when someone does it on purpose, they choose to ignore the fact she catches herself quickly. While everyone believes she is just clumsy Marinette no one realizes that she is Paris's national champion in Gymnastics. Marinette is so good that they want her on Paris's Olympic team once she turns 16. When she turns ten she realizes she can sell her designs online. She pulls out all her notebooks pulling out her favorite designs and begins to make them all. Once done she creates a website under the name Marigold. On each outfit she hand stitches Mari in gold thread, for a signature marking. Marinette slowly makes friends outside her classmates, while they are nice they all stand by when Chloe attempts to bully Marinette and she doesn't like that. Especially when she sticks up for a few of them, she remains civil and polite to them although in her eyes she is clearly distant. When she is thirteen she becomes friends with Alya, the two girls slowly growing closer. She also develops a crush on Adrien that Alya blows way out of proportion wanting to help her new bestie. While Marinette likes Alya, Dick still holds the spot of best friend in her heart. Marinette also becomes Ladybug, she struggles at first but her years of training in flying helps her greatly and her aim has not deteriorated since leaving the circus. Marinette begins making less clothes and takes up karate classes as well four days go to gymnastics, two go to aerial arts and one to karate. Her three main instructors make the connection to her being Ladybug after a year, when Ladybug uses an aerial move that only she has ever used in front of them. 

Aerial Arts- Madeline Saint Cloud

Gymnastics- Tasha Buchanan 

Karate- Abraham Lebanon

Instead of confronting her the three get together and come up with a way to help Marinette. They start by deciding that Chat Noir either needs to get serious or get lost. One month later they all have solid examples of. why Marinette needs to bench him if he doesn't. It's at that time they confront her. Marinette attempts to lie saying that she isn't but stops when Madeline speaks up.

Madeline- My dear bird, you've never liked lying. You've rarely done it, and because of that you are truly terrible at lying

Marinette is dejected and apologizes to Tikki, but the Kwami just smiles telling Marinette that it wasn't the first time a Ladybug's mentor had found out.

Tikki- It's just never been three before!!

Marinette listens to her instructors carefully before telling them that she agrees. She tells them her partner looks through life with rose colored glasses. That while she does find him kind and silly she doesn't have a crush on him. That she doesn't find him as kind, caring, or as funny as Dick. She pauses after saying this, surprised that she hadn't said Adrien. Her instructors watch her as she closes in on herself taking a moment to sort through her thoughts. Once she is done a stray tear falls from her left eye.

Marinette- After all this time my thoughts still drift back to him…Chaton will never measure up to the person I truly love. His insistence and pushing do nothing more than cause stress on our partnership. I will look into having him either replaced or given one last chance.

That night she lays in bed hugging Zitka close to her chest as she stares out her open trap door at the stars. A few minutes go by and Marinette gets out of bed gently setting Zitka down. She walks over pulling the pictures of Adrien down, as well as his schedule tossing them all in the trash. Once done she climbs out onto her rooftop garden Tikki following her and sitting on Marinette's knee once the girl sits down.

Marinette- Adrien...Adrien Im sorry. I took your act of kindness and compared it to the kindness I use to have daily. Instead of seeing you, I saw Dickie. I thought I loved you, but I loved the kindness you showed me, that reminded me so much of him. I don't love you like that Adrien, instead of wanting to be your girlfriend. I just want to be your friend, so from this day on I will try harder to be that.

Two days later Ladybug tells Chat Noir to meet her on the Eiffel Tower that night after patrol. She tells him that she isn't in love with him and that she never will be. She knows she is coming off harsh and she tells him that, then explains that she needs to because after a year he is still acting like this. Chat is clearly saddened, this causes Ladybug to sigh and hug him.

Ladybug- I know it hurts, but you need to come to terms with this Chaton. You are my partner and you're like a brother to me. My heart is already taken, Chaton I have loved him since I was a child. Even if I was to date another right now I would just continue to compare them to my Robin.

Chat agrees to take things more seriously telling her that he still loves her, but he understands. He promises her that he will not let his feelings get in the way anymore. As the months pass the two become closer and closer. When Lila arrives Adrien already knows that she is lying and takes to avoiding her. When he spots Marinette getting put down by Alya and Nino for telling them Lila was lying he is quick to stand up for her. This causes a split among their classmates they don't want to be mean to Adrien, but he is always with Marinette. Lila is constantly telling the class that Marinette is bullying her and they want to do something but Adrien gets in their way. While Adrien and Marinette get closer they both realize one day that their partner in suits and civies is the same person. After them the two are rarely separate from each other. Gabriel finds Marinette very respectable despite Marinette being Roma, which would caused him to turn up his nose at first. He allows Adrien to spend more time with her, giving him permission to attend her gymnastics competitions. She is fifthteen when she becomes the new Guardian. By the time both are sixteen they have been outcast by their class and forced to the back. However they did not allow this to way down on them. Adrien had gained permission to model for Marinette along with their friends Luka and Kagami, and Jagged and Clara, two of Marinette's most famous clientele. Marigold was a very well known designer however no one knew what she looked like. Marinette never stepped out in public so the media didn't know the designer was a high school student. Marinette was also old enough to try for a spot on the Olympic team. She is sent an email the day of her birthday and Tasha laughs at the subtle begging in the email. Marinette is quick to agree and the four friends go out for dinner to celebrate. Only for it to be ruined when Lila shows up with Alya, Rose, and Alix claiming that they stole the table she reserved. Adrien was going to snap until Marinette placed a hand on his arm. She wiped her mouth standing up gracefully. She smiled politely at the four telling them not to worry the table was open now. The four walk away together not acknowledging Lila's glare. Marinette is seventeen when she participates in the Tokyo Olympics Adrien going with both her and Tasha. She uses Kaalki to get her and Adrien back to Paris for Akuma attacks. She loves her entire time in the Olympic Village. Marinette takes the gold for all four events. She is crying as she stands with her teammates four medals around her neck. Returning to Paris had been wonderful, she was greeted by the President and the Mayor and many fans. Adrien teased her relentlessly over the amount of fans she had. Once they returned to school the entire class demanded to know why Marinette never told them. Marinette simply sighs telling them she never kept it a secret. That she'd told them plenty of time she couldn't do something because of training. The class is really upset and they try to get Bustier on their side and the teacher just sighs softly wishing she never agreed with the Principal to teach Lila Rossi. Bustier knew she wasn't the best teacher but that girl destroyed her reputation by turning her class into the worst in the school. They are eighteen when they begin attending college Marinette for fashion and Adrien business. Marinette is nineteen when she and Adrien take down Hawkmoth only to discover Gabriel Agreste underneath. They hand him over to the cops before heading to the Eiffel tower together. Once there Adrien and Marinette de-transform and Adrien breaks down, Marinette pulls him into a tight hug tear of her own falling. Two months later Adrien sold off his father's company and the mansion. Moving into a cosy apartment with Marinette. Adrien takes the last name Dupain-Cheng and the announce it together on their way to the next Olympics when Marinette is twenty-one. She once again takes home all four gold medals, keeping her title for another four years. They graduate college together at twenty-two, and decide its time for the world to meet Marigold. Marinette reveals herself to the world as Marigold, and everyone in the fashion industry is talking about the young women who built her fashion empire before she was even 18. Adrien takes a job in her company head of PR. When they fully introduce themselves they become known as Marinette and Adrien D.C. The world is talking about the D.C. siblings, most of the conversations being around Adrien no longer going by Agreste. Together they travel the world, nothing changing in their lives until they visit Gotham, and Marigold receives an invitation to the Wayne Charity Event.

Marinette's first stop in Gotham is the place where the Graysons fell. Adrien goes with her hugging her gently as she softly cries. The next day she visits their graves alone, saying hello to the cold stone and asking if they remember her. She leaves flowers on the graves and a letter to each of them, including one to Dick. 

Marinette- Thank you for all you taught me and encouraged me to learn. I never thought I'd use my flying to save peoples lives when I returned to Paris.  Please continue watching over me and Dickie. I'm going to find him, I promise.

She leaves the graves feeling a lighter happy to have visited them once again

When the Charity Event arrived Marinette and Adrien D.C. couldn't wait to leave their mark on Gotham high society. Unknown to both of them that Dick Grayson had become Richard Grayson-Wayne.

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how cuddly is bakugou is private compared to out in public with his signifanct other?

Ok, hear me out- Bakugou is the cute cuddle bug in private and the “this is my s/o so you better not even look at him twice or i’ll punch you” cuddle bug in public. Please, lemme explain 😏

Bakugou is a jealous bitch. Everyone knows that and you, as his lover, know that even better than anyone else. Which means, Katsuki just NEEDS to be touched and touch you in public to let EVERYONE know YOU are HIS. It’s not cuddling per se like he does at home, but it’s showing everyone around him that you are taken.

Which means, you cannot go out without holding hands, when you sit together, your arm is around his shoulder - always! And he leans against you when possible. His hand is almost always resting on your thigh when you sit somewhere. If it’s not on your thigh, it’s either in your hand or he needs both of his hands for doing something, but usually, if that ain’t required, his free hand rests on your thigh when sitting. 

Driving. Doesn’t matter if it’s with his friends in the backseats or his momma, he will hold your hand while driving. And when you are alone in the car, you can be damn sure he is that bitch that leans in for a kiss at. every. damn. red. light. you need to stop at. 

Which brings me to my next point: Kissing. in public, kiss him on the side of his head, on his cheek, on his lips, doesn’t matter - he THRIVES when being kissed. It shows everyone around you two who he belongs to and who you belong to - nice! But, let’s not forget, Bakugou here wants to keep up his grunty alpha facade (like come on baby don’t even try everyone knows you are a simp for yn), so, once in a while, he will grab your chin and pull you in for a hard kiss himself. Will absolutely french kiss you when he feels threatened (eg being jealous when a guy flirts with you so fucking obviously it makes kat gag)

Like, I promise you, when you go out with him, people KNOW you are in a relationship without him having to say it out loud.

As for, in private, he is more cute cuddly if that makes sense. Like, he will wrap his leg around yours when you lay on the couch, he will rest his head on your chest. Or let you rest your head on his, holding you close. Spooning or Jetpacking, doesn’t matter, all that cute shit! Soft, lazy kisses. Lots of soft touches, combing through his hair. When cooking, hugging him from behind - he loves all that stuff. He initiates soft cuddles a lot later on in the relationship, it surprised you at first, cuz honestly, with how loud he is and with how much he yells and his personal bubble taking up like a whole fucking room? Yeah... who would have thunk that KATSUKI, of all people, likes to cuddle lots (only with you, though i think that is self-explanatory, since if anyone would try to cuddle him? that person is d e d) so yes, he is a soft, cuddly monster. 

don’t let his attitude scare you off, he wants to be cuddled lots in private. if he yells “I can’t cook like that, stupid!” he would be so sad if you’d let go again. tbh... maybe you should let go from time to time to show him being a tsun is not cool.. Though I also hc that Bakugou definitely gets more open and honest with his feelings when in a relationship, especially if you do EXACTLY what he says like “let me go i am too hot” and you let go, he is like “Oh... well shit I DIDN’T MEAN IT THO!” so he is a fast learner and opens up lots, realizing, wanting to cuddle and being close to your lover is not being weak and he doesn’t have to hide his feelings, it’s just what love feels like!

wow... i did a whole fucking essay of katsu cuddling... nice lmao so yes, that’s just my point of view (i might be projecting forgive me) but i love kat and he is a stupid, big tiddie idiot at the beginning of the relationship, but he opens up lots and realizes that love is not being weak but acutally quite fucking amazing haha💌