#gave me a good excuse to draw (most of) them in suits

[roxtron]

Day 5: Rabbit, Reclaim

AGJGDFJF FINALLY IT'S DAY 5 SO I CAN POST THIS

For some reason everytime i draw him he looks so young because i'm accidentally overcorrecting since i'm used to drawing older characters. So unfortunately he looks way younger than i meant him to lol, whoops.

But wait there's more- AHAHAHA

While I did initially plan this for GGY week I eventually got the idea to use this as an excuse to draw other GGY designs, soo..

(Not sure why tumblr formatted it that way with 1 of them big but it doesn't matter lol)

I've been wanting to do this for a while, I put the tags of each person next to their design but ofc I'm still gonna tag them in the post itself so you can see their art for yourself if you haven't already. But I enjoyed each of these in their own ways so if you don't mind I think I'm gonna type a bit of text next to them..

@chipistrate This was one of the first I drew out of these, the design was pretty fun to draw but sorry if I messed up a few details, it was a bit difficult lol. The mask and goggles are really fun to draw and they make for a cool design, along with all the glowing blue. (and yes, I tried to subtly include the heelies lol)

@lunzi0 This was the first fursuit one I did lol. I adore the little stars in the design, they personalize it so well and make it really unique. I wanna try this design again since I feel like the other ones show my improvement a bit better, but I hope you can appreciate the effort I put in on my first attempt <3

@carouselrabbit This one was really fun to draw, I absolutely love the eye shape/lashes, it stands out and I always love drawing eyes with a bit of eyeliner lol, the daycare theme legwarmers is a cool nod to the balloon boy arcade machine being connected to them, and was just a fun addition in general lol, I like the style of legwarmers what can I say, fnaf changed my fashion sense a bit. also the subtle paraells to freddy's design is a nice way to connect a bit to gregory himself.

@puhpandas I can't remember if I talked about this design last time I drew it but, overall I'm really happy with how this came out, it's such an indicator of improvement since I started drawing this and I'm glad I was able to draw it better than last time lol. All the patchwork and similarities to Vanny's suit work really well, and the rabbit you chose to base it off of was a good fit, the colors make it a bit more difficult to shade for but i like detail lol, hope you like it too :)

@dykevanny I knew I wanted to do this since I started but I wasn't sure if I'd have time, and I'm glad I did! I hope you don't mind I combined aspects from the first design I saw and the second one you replied to my ask with, I liked the big purple sleeves lol. (I just realized after doing all the shading I forgot to include the oil splatter on his jacket, sorry!) It was definitely a bit difficult due to the head shape being so different but.. fluffy. i love drawing fluff. And the glowing swirl on the goggles, the shape of the ears, I love a lot about this design. :D

I have a hard time with writing compliments but I wanted to get some of those thoughts out, some of the things I like about these designs apply to multiple lol. I adore every one of these designs but I find it hard to put into words what I enjoy about them, hope the original creators are happy with these. <3

I also kept the ggys without as much lighting effects on a separate file, I felt like I should add them since they're a bit brighter lol, makes them look different.

Okay now that I've gotten all that- Sorry this post is so long! I didn't think it'd end up taking up so much space lol. Buut.. working on this drawing and thinking about it and potential context behind it gave me an au idea for it, but I'll put it under the cut since I understand most people probably won't care and just wanna see the drawings lol.

Idk if I'm confident enough to write for it but I'll give a bit of a summary.. I'll keep it under the cut for people who aren't interested and just wanna see the art though lol.

After the main events of SB and Ruin, now that the mimic's been set free, Cassie's taken control of by what's left of Vanny, using her as a new host. But with Cassie being the only human left alive down there, after being reawakened, Dr. Rabbit has nowhere left to go but back to his old host.

Vanessa, Freddy, and Gregory hadn't gone back to the Pizzaplex after ruin, but they were trying to figure out a plan to get Cassie back safely. One night after Freddy and Gregory disappear, Vanessa leaves to go find them. As dangerous as the pizzaplex is, it's her best guess for where they might've gone. She doesn't want to think about what could've happened to them, in denial for the worst case scenario. She tries to keep herself calm by telling herself they probably just left to go back for Cassie, maybe they didn't want her stopping them.. but deep down she knows it can't be that simple. She knows something's off, even if she's not ready to admit it.

When returning to the pizzaplex, she brought along her own V.A.N.N.I. mask, though unlike the one Cassie used, it was clear of the mimic's influence. After all, she was going to need some way to travel through potential blocked routes.

By the time she found Gregory, she'd still been wearing the mask, seeing him down the end of a dark hallway. He looked confused, afraid, his mind was a wreck of conflicting emotions. She started rushing towards him, happy to see him okay, until he finally spoke.

"You need to get out of here."

She stepped back, taking off the mask, only to be faced with the worst case scenario.

It was a wreck, covered in stains and tears, but it was still recognizable. He was wearing that old suit again.

As he waved, she could see Freddy's claws peeking out from the doorway, as the two stepped closer towards her.

So, she did what he told her to do, and started running. She could hear a faint voice coming from the mask, and put it back on before finding somewhere she could hide.

It was his voice again, telling her which way to go.

I guess that was the dramatic way to summarize the main idea behind it, lol. Basically Gregory and Dr. Rabbit work the way Sun and Moon work in Ruin, whichever one is in control in the real world, the other is left behind in the AR world. Or at least that's my interpretation of how they worked, considering Sun was always in mask-on scenes and moon was mask-off. I'm not too sure where the plot might go from there, and maybe I'll consider writing for it, I dunno. I've never wrote fanfic before because I get deadly afraid of writing them out of character lol, but maybe?? I have ideas for scenes and premise and stuff but I don't know if I have the confidence to write it.

But anyway! That was just more of a fun side-idea I came up with while working on this, if you read this far thanks, hope you enjoyed :)

here's some silly little lineless doodles as a reward for making it to the end hehe

now that's what I call an art dump

@ggyweek2024

[koji-haru]

What gave you the inspiration to make your AU?

Short answer? I'm delusional lmao.

Honestly, I was just bored during summer and thought, "why not get back to writing again?". I wasn't actually planning on staying long, like maybe write a few chapters and then dip and maybe delete the account once I'm bored. But here I am still, lol.

For the time travel au, I answered this before in another ask, but I just made my own version of @ironbatpaperturtle's time travel au since they deactivated and I really really wanted a continuation of that au. That, and I was just reading a couple of revenge stories, and as much as I love it, I also hated it when the authors usually make the mc not go through their revenge plot - 'revenge is bad' blah blah blah and then they get the bad end of the stick even though they were the initial victim. So, if you noticed with how I wrote the first parts of the time travel au, I made Adam very adamant and determined with his goals (he still is even in the latest chapters, even though he feels less worthy of the garden now). Now, I'm not saying the way I wrote Adam makes him a 'victim', my guy didn't even bother and try to maybe be friends with both Lucifer and Lilith in his second life. He's just a hater, and yes, that's a flaw, I'm not excusing it. I mean, at the start he was just cozying up to Mike to have a backup just in case things go bad. He does soften up in later chapters though.

Essentially, what I'm trying to say is that I mainly wanted a story not necessarily heavy on plot, but more so on the mc's development as a person.

For the swap au, well, I just love a good old role reversal story. It's just fun. Also, I'm not sure if anyone has noticed, but *kinda spoiler-ish* the swap au is, in a way, like the opposite of the time travel au. In what way? I won't elaborate lol. But it's fun! I love creating 'foils'; either for characters, developments, themes, or even whole stories. So, I guess, in a weird egoistic way, my own time travel au inspired me to write the swap au?

Honestly, I can't really properly answer what inspired me to write my aus. At the simplest reason, I just wanted to convey a theme or a feeling. That's how I usually start writing. Maybe I listen to a song, read a poem, see a nice picture, feel something, etc. Like I could be walking and something random would inspire me and I would just quickly make a note of 'the feeling' in my phone. Like one time I was on the bus and I thought the gloomy sky with the sun behind dark grey clouds looked pretty cool at that moment. It kind of reminded me of a hole in the sky, somewhat like a portal or a signal to the world ending, so I took note of that and now I have another story in the drafts (I don't think I'll ever get to it though, with how busy I am).

Sounds really lame, but I write to make an atmosphere, I guess? I just want to capture that sensation permanently into writing; doesn't matter if it's negative or positive or neither, I want it saved forever. So anything inspires me really, from the most random tunes to the prettiest words, and then I just piece them all together. I don't really have a singular inspiration.

What keeps me writing? I'm just too stubborn to leave things unfinished. There's also the fact that I'm currently obsessed with Adam lol.

On a somewhat related note, 'Birds of a Feather' by Billie Eilish really suits the time travel au.

So... Time travel au -> a soft, blooming change from within Swap au -> more like a crashing, unwanted change Promises au -> lonely people finding comfort with each other (I was probably just feeling lonely when I thought of this au tbh)

I'm not sure I answered your question properly, but, eh I tried. Really, I'm not artsy enough to draw proper, solid inspirations, I'm just a delusional student who's heavy into STEM - so no imagination at all lol.

Did I go off topic? Yes, multiple times. Did I answer your question, anon? Most likely not, sorry.

[nivtee]

: ̗̀➛ OPEN. kirishima eijirou

kirishima eijiour x gn!reader

fluff ! open relationship ! cheating ! unhappy marriage ! jerk!midoriya ! reader is reffered to as 'wife !

your husband wants to open your marriage, and kirishima has been waiting for so long

sipping lightly on the champagne you had ordered, you ignored the slight buzz running through your stomach. as much as you wanted to claim it was the drink, you knew it was the nerves.

you still wore your wedding ring, the green jewel sitting on full display. you turned it around to face your palm with a frown.

you were a wife, a wife to izuku midoriya, deku, the number one pro hero. you thought you treated him well, acting like a good little housewife for him whenever he went away.

however, you couldn't ignore the sutble glances you gave him every now and then. you weren't a pushover, no, but you let things slide under the rug when it came to midoriya.

the pieces of clothing you'd find tucked away in his draws when doing the laundry, the way he would hide his screen at the dinner table, too many late nights at the agency. you weren't stupid.

maybe you were, otherwise you would have left him, demanded for a divorce like mina and suggested and ran off. only, you had sat and listened to his excuses and his suggestions of how you both could work on the relationship.

you scoffed, like you needed to work on anything for him.

he'd suggested an open marriage maybe three, four months ago. tabloids had blown up after you agreed, 'pro hero deku seen courting fellow hero uravity!' 'deku seen with another woman, without wedding ring?' 'are the midoriya's still in love?'

you shook your head and pulled out your phone. you hadn't dabbled in dating, hadn't even thought of going through with izuku's idea until momo had suggested it.

“you should take him up on his offer,” she had texted your right after getting off the phone and listening to you rant about him for the seventh time. “go on a couple dates, see how quickly he comes running back to you.”

and so here you were, dressed up, covered in red. a passerby may have believed you were being stood up but you weren’t, you’d arrived almost half an hour earlier.

maybe this was wrong, maybe you should just call him up and tell him you weren’t ready-

“am I late?” you lifted your head, eyes dancing up the black suit with red accents that stood in front of you. he was taller, much taller that you or izuku, with his hair neatly slicked back, most likely freshly dyed due to the red stains on his forehead.

he held a bouquet of flowers, gripping the bottom of them so tightly you were worried they might break, and his other hand gripping the back of his chair.

you hadn’t responded since he spoke, too enthralled by his sharp teeth and the way the suit clenched around his muscles.

“no!” you jumped at your own voice. “no. sorry, im- you’re just on time.” you smiled and let out a puff of air, straightening yourself up.

“good. shit, oh- sorry, I was so worried i’d be late, didn’t want you to think of me standing you up.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

eijirou kirishima, pro hero red riot. you kept your eyeroll to yourself at mina’s obvious matchmaking. she had told you just how enamoured he was with you ever since he’d seen you at one of the hero galas.

of course, you’d never seen him so dressed up before. “you look stunning.” you smiled, covering your mouth with your hand to try and stop the blush running up your neck.

“im- mina said you liked red, so.” you shrugged, picking up a menu despite already knowing what you wanted.

“i’d like you in anything,” you raised your eyebrows, peeking at him and noticed the pink covering his cheeks.

izuku didn’t compliment you much, not when you’d go out to dinners and not when you’d been at home.

“if this date goes well, I might just show you in my winter wear.” you winked at him, and he let out a laugh in response. he shook his head and raised his hand for a waiter.

you furrowed your brow and bit your lip, ignoring the slight flutter in your stomach as you compared his actions to things izuku would do.

he wasn’t rude, but being number one had gone to his head and somewhere along the way he started figuring out he could do whatever he wanted, so usually he’d walk straight to the kitchen and order straight from there.

as the waiter came around, kirishima glanced up to ask you what you wanted, giving you the chance to snap out of your thoughts.

“uh- could I please have the cheese steak?” the lady nodded, sending you a polite smile before collecting your menus. it was a stark contrast to the way most waitresses would glare when you were with izuku.

“so,” eijirou was nervous. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, because he didn’t want you to think he was worried and uncool, but god was he nervous.

staring over at you, his breath kept catching every-time your eyes glanced up at home. your jewlery doing nothing in comparison to the red over your chest.

he would have to thank mina for the suggestion.

“do you want to talk about it?” you knew what he was talking about but you hadn’t expected him to ask, no one had asked you about it.

“no, no.” you smiled up at him, “we’re on a date. I wan’t to talk about you.”

everything had been amazing. kirishima had paid for the dinner, even after you’d tried to pay, and he’d promised to let you pay next time. you couldn’t ignore the way it made your stomach tighten.

he’d even walked you to the front door, where you were sure izuku would have already had his guest come and go. meaning you wouldn’t have much time before he came down to see who you were with.

“I hope you had a good time. with me- I mean.” kirishima pursed his lips. you stood up two of the steps and only just reached the same height as him. he held your hand in his own and rocked it back and forth.

“I did,” you swallowed, ignoring just how nice he felt with your hand in his, how warm he was. “i’m really looking forward to the next one.”

you pulled him forward by his tie and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips, pulling back only for him to pull you back in, his lips stopping just before your own.

“please-“ he whimpered, letting you know that it was you that got to make the final move. you crashed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck and feeling his clench the fabric on your waist.

the flick of the porch light made you well aware of your predicament, the both of you splitting a part as the door swung open.

izuku, shirtless and dressed in his grey sweatpants, arms crossed and staring down at the both of you.

“oh. izuku, this is-“

“kirishima.” izuku nodded, completely ignoring you and staring the taller man down. if he was scared. eijirou didn’t show it and instead nodded back and turned to you.

“ill see you round, alright?” he waved and moved back towards his car, letting you turn your attention back to izuku.

[sweetshelluvaau]

Like promised in my Lucifer and Lilith post: here's my redesign and character changes for Charlie

Like always, notes under the cut. Drawn in Clip Studio Paint and with Photoshop CS6 for final touches. Okay to reblog, Feedback is encourage.

Charlie's character in the Pilot/canon:

Honestly, I really don't have any complaints about Charlie's design in the pilot. I think it's cute. I can't say the same for for the show itself though. Her hair is fine, but I don't like the outfit at all. Too much red and within a show that already has too much red, it all blends together and honestly isn't pleasant on the eyes. Honestly, I can't imagine what it'd be like for color blinded people heesh.

However, her design is the least of the problems I have with Show!Charlie. My major grip with Charlie in the show is how she's written.

There's a lot of things you can say about Charlie in the Pilot but what you can't say about her that she was unrealistic. She had good intentions and while she did come across as naïve, she wasn't stupid. She knew that her idea for the Happy Hotel could end up in disaster and maybe was dead in the water from day one; but she liked to believe that there's good in everyone and people deserve a second chance, or at least a chance to change for the better.

She also didn't come across as sheltered or a pushover like she did in the show neither. Charlie knew why people are sent to Hell and some are truly horrible people; some that she may have found out aren't worthy of redemption, let alone want to be redeemed. Also she knew when to put her foot down and not take shit unlike in the show where she just doesn't want to use her power as Princess of Hell because 'that's too mean' like giiiiiirl...

A part of me likes to believe that Pliot!Charlie would have no problem standing up to Valentino and get Angel Dusk out of his clutches if it meant not just for a chance Angel becoming a better person, but because he is her friend and believes no one should be abused like Val does to Angel.

(She also wouldn't call Angel Dusk a loser for being SA'd and R*ped like the show did with Husk. I know what Loser Baby was trying to do with it's message but it comes across as tone death being you can't really compare Husk's problems to what Angel is going though but I digest. There's better people to speak about this topic than me, honestly. I highly recommend Limus' video in regard to how Angel Dusk is written if you want to hear from an SA survivor's PoV)

About the redesign and character changes:

Honestly? I didn't change much from her pilot design because there really wasn't much to change in my book. Why fix perfection after all? If anything I just added onto what was already established plus added features from her redesigned parents. I gave them more golden hair with red hues along with Lilith's little horns that also grow when angry or in full demon form. I've seen a lot of people drawing Charlie with goat like features and couldn't help but not find that adorable so I ended up going down that route as well. (my Lilith also had animal ears but my Lucifer has more goat features in his demon form) They do still have there red suit jacket which they likely wears most of the time but I just really like her suspenders I want to show them off. Look I just think they're neat.

Her personality is closer to the pilot than it is the show, with her world view slowly changing as the story goes on. They also grow closer to the tenants of the hotel so that she can help them better suppose to doing day camp activities and thinking that's enough to get someone redeemed. I mean there are a few things from the show like trust excuses that I can see her putting the cast in being trust can be a virtue, but otherwise her methods become slowly just...talking and listening and finding the root of why they are the way they are with some of them perhaps tried to do good when still alive but always gotten dragged back into whatever sin or horrible thing they got themselves for what ever reason it may be. The only expectation of this is Alastor who doesn't really change much outside of growing fond of Charlie and some of their better qualities possibility rubbing off on him but considering he was a serial killer and cannibal when alive, I don't think there's anyway he's getting anywhere close to Heaven. XD

Her and Vaggie (who I will be renaming to Agatha, or Aggie for short in my AU) aren't a couple. At least at the very beginning of the story as I plan on going a more slow burn approach with their relationship suppose to them being a couple from the get go. I like the idea of Chaggie but found their relationship in the show was kinda wasted potential and (that seems to be the underlining theme of Hellaverse at this point) boring honestly. They had some chemistry and cute moments but I feel like the writers had really little interest in their relationship to begin with outside of wanting a wlw romance and from my understanding the reason why Chaggie is a thing is because a few people on Viv's team shipped it while none of the writers really cared much idk? It being slow burn in this case is more of a personal preference than it is to fix the problems with the pairing as a whole. Honestly for a show who claims to be 'female focused' it sure doesn't seem like it cares about it's woman characters at all? It's like the showrunners wanted to pull an excuse out of their ass to avoid taking accountability for poor writing in Helluva Boss' female leads...

They're non binary and go by she/them pronouns. Why? Well, Why not?

Honestly I don't have much more to say about Charlie being I'm basically taking what was given in the pilot and working with that as a base. Maybe I'll talk more in depth about her relationship with the tenants later but as of now I think I may have said everything I needed.

Next on my design agenda will be Archangel Michael (replaces Adam), following redesigns for Kesha!Bee and Stolas. I also need to finish up my second part of my Pride Ring post. It's about done but I need to clean it up a bit...

[pecanwriter]

Pathetically Self-conscious Losers (SSBHM)

Themes: mutual self-consciousness, omegaverse but no mpreg mentioned 

Words: 2815

Part: 1/1

Jamal swallowed heavily, instinctively sucking in his gut. He checked the address on the website again. The building number checked out, but there was nothing on the door to indicate this was what he was looking for. Uncertain, he looked around. There was an omega sitting on a shaded bench nearby. With a resigned sigh, Jamal approached him. 

“Um, hi, excuse me?”

The man startled, glancing up at him and then quickly hiding behind his mop of black hair. 

“Y-yes?” 

“Are you waiting for the Speed Dating event as well? I’ve got the address here but I think I might be at the wrong spot.” 

“Oh, no, no…” The man shook his head vehemently “I could never do that. I’m just people-watching.” 

“What do you mean?” Jamal asked, feeling like this conversation was getting out of control already; this is why he hated talking to people!

“It’s nothing creepy!” The omega hastened to say, almost shoving a thick sketchpad in Jamal’s face “I draw c-comics… I mean, never mind, I’m sorry, I don’t know where your event is.” 

“Can I sit down?” Jamal asked, against his better judgement. 

The omega stiffened for a moment, but eventually nodded hesitantly, still hiding behind his cloud of hair. Jamal sat down, forcing himself not to grunt as his gut immediately strained against his shirt and his belt mercilessly dug into his underbelly. As casually as he could, he leaned back, spreading his thick legs slightly, to make room between them for his overhang. He saw the omega glance at his body but quickly looked away in embarrassment. Of course. Jamal was glad the omega was not looking at him anymore because he was sure his forehead was already coated with sweat. 

“Are those your drawings…?” He asked, unsure why when the omega was so clearly not interested in him. 

“Mhm,” He nodded, placing the book in his lap. His hand hovered over the cover for a moment before he flipped it open. 

The pages were dense with all kinds of drawings, mostly of people and an occasional animal. They were done in an exaggerated, confident style with so much expression it honestly surprised Jamal. 

“Wow, these are fantastic! You’re so good!” He exclaimed, genuinely impressed. 

The omega finally looked at him from behind his curly mane. He smiled and Jamal glimpsed a wide flat nose, large lips and cheeks with a heavy spattering of angry acne. 

“T-thanks, it’s not much…” 

“I mean it, they’re really good. You’re very talented.”

The omega went to brush his hair away from his face but seemed to suddenly remember himself and dropped his hand.

“Why are you hiding behind your hair?” Jamal asked, not sure what on Earth possessed him to say that. 

“I don’t like people looking at my face…”

“Because of the acne?” Again, what the fuck was going on with him, why was he suddenly Mr. Direct? And if his brain chose that day to rid him of his crippling self-doubt, couldn’t it have waited for the Speed Dating event at least? 

The omega nodded.

“It’s ugly…”

“It’s not ugly.” Jamal said with conviction “It’s just skin, nobody has perfect skin.” 

“Most people have better skin than me though…” 

“It’s not ugly,” Jamal repeated. 

The omega looked at him again. He had very large, brown eyes and arched eyebrows. Jamal had to admit, the acne was severe, but it didn’t make him any less pretty. 

“I’m Omari.” The omega said. 

“Jamal,” Jamal said, praying to whoever would listen that he wasn’t sweating as much as he thought he was “Ironically enough,” he added with an awkward chuckle. 

“What? What do you mean?”

“Jamal means handsome in Arabic.” He explained “I was adopted, but my white mother, bless her heart, didn’t want to erase my heritage and kept it. If I’m honest I wished she gave me some generic white name like Logan or something.”

“I think it suits you,” Omari said shyly.

Jamal looked away, his face hot. His flirting was one thing, but someone flirting back? That has never happened to him in his life. Suddenly, he had the urge to run away, but his fat ass didn’t stand a chance. 

Before he could come up with something to say, Omari spoke again.

“I think your event is starting.” he pointed to the building. Jamal followed his finger and sure enough, a steady line of pampered omegas and alphas in suits was pouring into the building. 

“Yeah, seems like it.”

“You should go, or you will be late.” 

“Or I could sit here and people-watch with you?” Who was he? Was he actually flirting with an omega he just met randomly out in public? 

“But you paid for it?” 

“Yeah, but it’s pointless.” He waved it off “Omegas are never interested in me anyway. I mean, obviously…”

“Why not? You’re handsome.” Omari said with the same firmness with which Jamal just told him acne didn’t matter. Were they actually flirting or were they just two self-conscious losers trying to make each other feel better? 

“I’m barely 5’10 and 500 lb.” He pointed out, staring at the massive gut hanging between his legs. 

“What does that have to do with you being handsome?”

“I supposed the same thing your acne has to do with you being pretty.” 

Oh, dear Lord, they were both. They were pathetically self-conscious losers who WERE flirting. 

“So,” Jamal said after a moment of awkward silence “Teach me to people-watch.” 

Omari chuckled, breaking the awkward spell. 

Somehow, an hour later, Jamal waddled to his car with an omega’s phone number in his pocket and without even going into the Speed Dating event. 

Could it be, were things finally coming up Jamal?

*

Things were not coming up Jamal. He was trying to find something flattering to wear for his date, but everything he owned made him look like a hog trying to stuff itself into human clothes. When he managed to somewhat contain his enormous belly his love handles would pop out, if he managed to cover them, his ass would stick out ten times more than it usually did. There was a shirt that looked good both around his belly and love handles, it even went well with the only pair of pants that wasn’t obscenely tight around his massive ass, but it, in turn, made his breasts look enormous and showed off his back rolls. 

He gave up with a dramatic sigh, flopping down onto the bed like a beached whale and pulled out his phone. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Jamal.”

“Are you cancelling the date…?” Omari sounded as if that was exactly what he was expecting.

“What? No, of course not! I was just wondering if maybe instead of a dinner we could go to a movie?”

“Oh yes, please.”

Jamal laughed. 

“You sound relieved.”

“I really don’t like restaurants… Too many lights…”

“I’m not a fan of the dress code myself.”

“A movie sounds perfect.” 

“Alright, I’ll check what’s playing and text you.”

He hung up and couldn’t help a relieved sigh. Sitting in the dark for two hours without Omari getting any chance to look at his huge body? Score. 

*

When they arrived at the cinema, everything seemed perfectly fine. Jamal was hiding in his baggiest clothes and Omari was basically a head of hair without a face. The spirits were high.

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen an Indiana Jones movie,” Omari said. He was almost the same height as Jamal. As if the fact he couldn’t wear anything but a 7XL hoodie didn’t make him self-conscious enough, he also had to find the tallest Omega in America. 

“I don’t even know which one was the previous one” he mused.

The head of hair made a humming sound. 

“I don’t know either.”

Jamal laughed but didn’t manage to reply as they were the next ones up to be served. 

“Hello, two for Indiana Jones, please.”

“I’m sorry” The Beta said and her sour smile told Jamal she was the furthest thing from sorry. “There is a weight limit of 350 lb on the theatre seats.”

Jamal finally understood what it meant when people claimed their souls left their bodies.

“He’s 350 lb,” Omari said firmly. 

The cashier turned her disgustingly fake smile on him. 

“No, he’s not.” She said slowly, her smile turning even more fake. “I’m so sorry!” 

“You could’ve told us sooner, you saw us waiting,” Omari said. “Come on” He grabbed Jamal’s hand and pulled him away. Jamal was thankful because he doubted his body could move out of its own volition. 

As they were passing the queue, he heard snickers and someone shouting “fatass!” very obviously as he passed. He was sure that if his soul left his body already, it would have now left the planet entirely. 

They left the cinema and began walking down the street in silence. They passed a brightly coloured Ice Cream parlour and Jamal stopped, gazing through the glass longingly. 

“Oh, I could do with an ice cream cone, or three.” he let out a sigh “But I shouldn’t.” 

“Neither should I” 

“What? Why?” He asked, looking at Omari’s lean, delicate body. 

“Flares up my acne.”

“Oh.” Jamal looked at the display cases inside for a moment longer “It’s worth it.” He said firmly. 

Omari laughed. He was still holding Jamal’s hand and he now pulled him into the Ice Cream parlour. 

Minutes later they were sitting in a booth waiting, having ordered at the counter. 

“Isn’t the table digging into your belly?” Omari asked, cocking his head. 

Jamal looked away, mortified. 

“Yeah, but I don't think the chairs at the tables are sturdy enough to hold me up.” He admitted. But it was fine, his soul had already left his body a long time ago, and it couldn’t get any more humiliating. 

Omari, for some unfathomable reason, dove under the table. When he emerged Jamal glimpsed one eye and a piece of mouth behind the mass of hair. 

“It’s not bolted down! Just push it, I’m gonna pull it.” 

Jamal wanted to protest, but the truth was, that he could barely breathe. With a nod, he pushed. Omari pulled the table towards himself and soon, although it was still a tight squeeze, Jamal could breathe. 

“Thanks,” He said, meaning it. 

“No problem” Omari’s warm fingers gently touched his. “I’m sorry about the theatre…”

“Nope, I’m repressing that,” Jamal said firmly.

“Alright, I respect that.” Omari nodded.

The waitress arrived, placing two Sundaes on the table. Omari’s was pretty with one blue scoop, one pink and one purple, with a swirl of whipped cream and a blueberry syrup drizzle. 

“Forest fruits?” Jamal guessed.

“Wow, you really know your ice cream!” 

“I really, really do.” He said with an embarrassed chuckle, patting his enormous gut. 

It didn’t escape Jamal’s notice his Sundae was almost twice as large as Omari’s.

“What’s yours?” Omari asked, taking to the tippy-top of the whipped cream swirl with his spoon and popping his into his mouth. It was adorable. 

“Chocolate, salted caramel, hazelnut, cookies and cream, I believe that one is just called “Twix”, we have caramel…”

“You already said caramel.”

“Oh no, no. For you see, this one is salted caramel, this one is unsalted caramel.” 

Omari laughed. 

“There’s peanut butter here, a classic vanilla here…” 

“Peanut butter? I didn’t know they made ice cream like that.” Omari’s eye emerged from behind the hair again to peer at Jamal’s ice cream.

“Have a taste!” He offered immediately, diving expertly in, to scoop a spoonful of the specific flavour. Without thinking he outstretched the spoon to Omari. After a moment’s hesitation, the omega pulled his hair a little to the side to take Jamal’s spoon into his mouth.

“Ooooh!” Omari’s face lit up in excitement. “It’s so good!”

Jamal laughed. “I’m glad I could teach you something useful today.” 

Omari smiled shyly and went to pull his hair over his face. 

“Please don’t.”

One eye peered at Jamal questioningly, hand still poised halfway to his face.

“I’m super flared up right now…” Omari said weakly. It was true, his cheek was dark with inflamed cysts and zits. 

“It’s okay, Omari.” He reached over the table. “Please don’t hide. I want to see your face.”

“But…”

“I want to see my date’s face.” Jamal insisted with a gentle smile, but Omari still looked terrified. “How about this, what if you just uncover your face on this side, facing the wall? Nobody will see except for me.” 

With a tiny sight, Omari pushed his hair back, revealing the right side of his face fully. The acne spread his entire cheek and went up to his temple. It really was bad, he could understand why Omari was self-conscious, but at the same time… He didn’t give a fuck about it. He couldn’t even if he tried. 

Omari peered at him anxiously, as if expecting Jamal would spit in his face. 

“Listen, I know you won’t believe me, but I’m gonna say it anyway. Your acne doesn’t make you any less pretty. Now, eat your ice cream, before it melts.” 

Omari said nothing, just took his spoon back up and scooped another spoonful of whipped cream into his mouth. 

“I went on a Tinder date once” Omari said and Jamal couldn’t understand how someone could look so defeated while eating a gorgeous Sundae. Wow, he really was a fucking fatass, wasn’t he? “He saw my face and literally walked out.” 

“Well, you’re in luck” Jamal said lightly “I’m not walking out of here until this Sundae is completely gone. And I’m pretty sure you’ll have to help me wedge out of this booth anyway. You should’ve gone on a date with a fatass sooner” 

Omari laughed weakly. 

“Hey, Jamal… You don’t have to joke about your body, you know that, right?”

“What?” He asked, unfortunately with a mouthful of chocolate drizzle and whipped cream. 

“You don’t have to justify your existence with humour.”

“That was uncomfortably perceptive.” 

“I told you, I people-watch a lot.”

Jamal said nothing, it was his turn to look defeated while eating ice cream. 

“I think you’re very handsome,” Omari said bluntly, making Jamal almost choke with caramel ice cream. He couldn’t help but vaguely not that it would be his preferred way to die. 

“Can we make a packt?”

“What?” 

“I will accept that I’m handsome if you accept that you’re pretty.” 

Omari stared at him. After a moment, he shrugged philosophically.

“Fine.” He said “We can make it even more interesting. “I will keep my face uncovered if you stop joking about your body.” 

Jamal frowned. That would take away ninety per cent of what he had to say, but if that meant he could see Omari’s face, then he was willing to make the sacrifice. 

“Deal.”

“Deal.” 

*

He was sweaty and stuffed uncomfortably full of ice cream, his enormous thighs were rubbing painfully together which made him waddle even more than usual. But he didn’t care, because Omari was holding his hand as they walked to the parking lot. 

“This is my car,” Omari said, stopping. His face was uncovered and Jamal hungrily took every detail of it in. “I really enjoyed our date.”

“So did I, thank you for coming out with me” Jamal smiled and Omari smiled back. They stood still for a moment. 

“Are you… going to kiss me or should I just get into the car and stop making it weird?” Omari laughed nervously. 

“Oh!” Jamal was startled by the fact that was even an option. The only other two dates he’d ever been on ended exactly like that. With a moment of awkward silence in front of the car and no return phone calls. “I’m sorry, yes, I-I would like that.”

“Well?” Omari laughed again, spreading his arms expectedly. 

“Yes, I’m sorry!” Jamal stepped up to him. He misjudged the distance and bumped Omari with his enormous gut. Omari stumbled back, landing against the driver's side door. Horrified beyond belief, Jamal surged forward to apologise but somehow ended up stumbling and crashing into the omega with his entire bulk.

“Well, that’s now exactly what I meant, but I’ll take it,” Omari said with a cheeky smile. He gently placed his hands on Jamal’s thick love handles. 

Swallowing heavily, he placed one hand on Omari’s neck and the other on the back of his head; not wanting to touch his face and irritate the skin. 

Turning his head slightly and with a shaky breath, he closed the distance between them and kissed Omari’s soft lips. It felt unreal.

When they parted, Omari smiled at him. 

“You taste like ice cream.���

“So do you.” 

They both chuckled, going back in for a second, longer kiss. 

Some minutes later, Jamal waddled back to his car unable to stop the goofy smile from spreading across his face.

Things were finally coming up Jamal. 

[blackberry-sins]

dom/sub with Zeke and Omen? or mayhaps free use with Omen? :3

Thank you for the request! Sorry this took so long, I hope it's worth the wait. Prompt from here

Omen was really starting to regret his choice in accompanying Zeke on his ship. For one, the cockpit was cramped. It could pretty comfortably fit Zeke of course, but Omen was hunched over to avoid the ceiling, and crammed against the wall to keep from touching Zeke. Secondly, he could barely keep his hands off his rival when they were bantering on their clashes, let alone trapped nose to nose with him for hours on end with nothing else to occupy his mind. He shifted uncomfortably, sighing deeply to break the silence. Zeke rolled his eyes and lifted them to look at Omen over the top of his glasses, “Is there a problem?”

“I’m bored.” Omen huffed and crossed his arms.

“I never would have guessed.” Zeke sighed, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Then, a very smug grin tugged at his mouth. 

“What’s that look for? You look like the damn Cheshire cat.” Omen spoke slowly, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“I had an idea to alleviate your boredom. At least for a while.” Zeke looked him up and down.

“Well-?” Omen vaguely gestured for him to continue, “What is it?”

“You could help me get off.” Zeke stated matter-of-factly.

Omen froze and looked at the demon, his jaw practically on the floor. “Ex-Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Zeke’s grin got wider and his eyes got sharper. “You think I haven’t seen the way you oogle me? The way you look at me when we fight? I know you want to.” He finally fully turned towards Omen, his hand reaching out to rest on the angel’s chin. “Besides-” he all but purred, “Everything on this ship belongs to me. And that now includes you.”

Omen’s face turned as crimson as his hair. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, finally finding words. “Yeah… Yeah o-ok.” he never was a wordsmith…

“Good.” Zeke gave Omen’s cheek a pat before turning to the dashboard and pressing a few buttons. “I’ve put her on autopilot for now.” He stood and reached a hand out for Omen to take. “My bed’s in the back.”

Omen took his hand and stood, following him the five steps back towards the metal door. Zeke placed his hand on the door and it slid open. To call it a “bedroom” would be far too generous. It was a small bed frame and mattress up against the wall, an end table, a light, and a small dresser all within a seven foot by five foot space. Zeke began stripping off his clothes. Omen went to follow suit but Zeke grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Not yet.” He left no room for argument.

Zeke, now fully naked sat down on the edge of the bed and tapped his foot on the ground in front of him, gesturing for Omen to kneel down. Omen obliged as best he could. Like with most things on Zeke's ship, it was a tight squeeze for him, but he managed. He looked up at Zeke, waiting for what he wanted next.

Zeke leaned forward and traced a finger along Omen’s jawline, making him shudder, before burying his hand in Omen’s red hair and pulling him closer between his legs, “Open your mouth,” he ordered. Omen obeyed instantly, allowing the hand in his hair to guide him into taking Zeke’s dick in his mouth. He again glanced up at Zeke but didn’t move without being told. Zeke was grinning down at him. “Just relax and let me use you.” Omen blinked up with doe eyes and hummed his approval.

Zeke tightened his hold on Omen’s hair and slowly shifted him back and forth, letting a groan slip between his lips. Omen breathed through his nose, letting Zeke guide him back and forth. His own dick very hard now. He eagerly swirled his tongue around Zeke’s dick with skilled practice. Drawing another low moan from the man. Gradually their movements got more rapid and needy. Until eventually Zeke held hard to Omen’s hair flush against him while he came. Omen swallowed down all of it around him.

“Omen.” Omen glanced up, but it seemed muffled.

“Omen!” Zeke’s voice violently tore Omen from his dream.

Omen jerked up straight from his place laying against the dashboard, face flushed and feeling more than a little dazed.

“Sorry, but you were drooling all over the dashboard and there’s sensitive stuff under the panels. Sounded like a good one too.”

[tildae]

“Does the defense have anything to say??” Little doodle from my Tuesday “Chaos Campaign.” Sob got wrongfully arrested with several charges and it’s up to his dumb friends to clear his name! 

[unluckyhoneybee]

Sex Education: Sun and Waves. (LN)

Part nine: You throw your plans over the board, literally. Smut.

MASTERLIST

Previous part: Mediterranean sun.

Note: feelings, feelings, feelings... Thank you for the suggestion! And sorry for the long time it took me to write this.

Warnings: +18. They talk about porn again. Lando is awkward. Penetrative sex, fingering, blowjob, unprotected.

Something was touching my nose when I woke up.

"Shit"

George laughed and I slapped his arm.

"We are all having breakfast, sleeping beauty."

I rolled my eyes and covered my eyes. The light was awful, hitting my eyes who were trying to get used to it.

"What time is it?"

"Breakfast time. We are on holidays. No time needed"

I sat and George laughed at me. I had slept in a sofa and probably looked like shit.

"Mind to explain why you slept in the sofa?"

"Max slept in my bed. The guy was wasted."

"And Lando..."

"He slept there. Have thay already left?" I asked trying not to sound worried.

"No, they are having breakfast."

"Good. I'm surprised Max is up"

George sighed and sat closer to me.

"There is something going on with Lando, right?"

I felt the air leaving my lungs.

"What?"

"I saw you yesterday"

No, no, no, no. My best friend saw me humping one of his best friends?

"W-what?"

"Yeah, back there. And then you came to talk to us after talking to him and looked happy. Like really happy."

I blushed, the fear slowly dissipating. That was close.

"Um..."

"Be careful, okay?"

I sighed.

"It's Lando." I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah. I know. That's why. And the other guy..."

Tell him, tell him, tell him.

But words didn't came. I nodded and muttered a don't worry. I couldn't go and tell George. Lando and I had set some rules. We had built our thing around trust. I couldn't just go and tell him without talking to Lando before.

"Let's go and have breakfast"

I couldn't avoid blushing when my eyes fell on Lando. He was leaning back on a chair. He was wearing a blue bath suit and a t-shirt. It fascinated me how his skin glowed in the sun, how his muscled torso fit perfectly inter the clothes, how the moles around his arms draw imaginary shapes...

George pinched my arm and I bit my lip.

"You are drooling"

"George, don't tell a word to anyone" I whispered pulling him close.

Lando noticed us and smiled. I said a loud Good morning but my eyes were on him.

It was nice to have breakfast with all of them. The sun warmed my skin and the waves moved the yacht. I was completely used to it by now.

"Hey, I'm gonna ask someone to put the ski jets out" Alex said getting up. He was sitting by my side so Lando took the opportunity to jump.

"Why so eager?" Charles asked.

"The sun mate"

I was slightly hidden from it under the porch, so it was the perfect excuse.

"Better?"

"So much better"

He took a ship of water without taking his eyes off mine.

Last night hit hard. I was sure, more and more each minute, that I was falling in love with him. And now he was looking at me and I wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

He gently pushed his knee against mine and I smiled.

"Here, YN. Your toast. Do you want honey?"

"Mmm, yes"

An hour later we were all the rail. Some of the guys were already on the jet skis.

"Won't you go swimming?" I heard Alex on my back.

"Not yet."

"And why is that? Don't you want to try the jet ski"

"Mmm. Not really. I don't know how to also so..."

"Lando! Hey. Take YN with you. She sais she can't ride those things."

I blushed. Lando was putting on the lifejacket.

"Can't you?"

I told him no with my head and he gave me a cheeky smile. I showed him a middle finger and both, Alex and him, laughed aloud.

"Okay, okay. Get a bikini and hop into it with me"

I bit my lip and Alex pushed me. I never changed so fast. Soon, I was on the railing again and Alex was helping me with the lifejacket. Lando was patiently waiting with a smile.

"Are you sure? Does Alfa allow you to do this? With that guy?" George took me by the shoulders and shook me while he laughed.

"I will take care of her. Don't worry" Lando was already hopping in the machine.

George looked at me and then at Lando and nodded. Was he going on dad mood now?

"Russell, help me getting on it."

With one hand on George's and the other on Lando's shoulder, I got behind him on the jet ski.

"Is your ass on the seat?" George asked.

"It is"

"Then let go of my hand"

I was nervous, to say the less. This was my first time in one of this things and even though I trusted Lando, he was Lando after all.

"Ok, Norris. No jokes. I will jump to the water at the slightest thing."

"No jokes. I promise"

George was actually enjoying it. He had that cheeky face of his.

"Some jokes, Lando. Don't be boring"

"No!"

And a second later we were moving away from the yatch faster and faster. I grabbed into Lando's lifejaket as of my life depented on it. My eyes were closed and my cheek was pressed against his back.

The machine was even jumping on the surface, the water splashing around us.

"Slow down, slow down" I said tapping his abdomen twice.

A second after, his hand covered mine and the jet ski slowed down, spinning softly to the left.

"It's okay." He said once the thing had stopped.

I opened my eyes. The yacht was far away now.

"Shit" my heart was beating fast, so fast. "Shit Lando. Look how far we are"

"Don't tell me you are scared of the ocean." He half joked half not.

"I'm not. Just... This thing is fast"

"Not faster than your car"

I chuckled and rested my chin on his shoulder. Where the other far enough?

"You are leaving later, right?"

"Yes"

I pouted even though he couldn't see me. It was funny how these past days I wanted nothing more than fogert about this feelings growing for him and now I only wanted him to stay.

"Don't be all sad now, Missy. We still have what? Nine hours? Plus. It's you the one who is leaving in that beautiful yacht"

"That's... True. But I will miss you, you know?"

"Do you want more lessons during the summer break?"

I slapped his arm and he laughed.

"Okay, okay. I will miss you too, Missy. It has been nice to see you"

I leaned and gave his cheek a kiss. Then another one, and then another one, following the moles on his face.

"You should stop, Missy." He whispered.

"Yeah, right"

Our thing was pure educative sex. No PDA. It was a secret and it would be over once any of us managed to find someone.

"Ready?"

"For what"

He made the jet ski move and I yelped. The prick laughed hard.

"Lando, please"

"It's okay, really. Just grab into me. You won't fall. I know you trust me, missy"

"I do. On the bed. Not here. I definitely do not trust you here"

He laughed and did that thing again. It made me grab harder into him. I was completely stuck to his back.

"YN, babe. It's really okay. Do you want to drive it? I can teach you"

I bit my lip.

"I'm scared"

"I'm with you"

The way he said that almost made me faint. Alfa Romeo's driver YN YSN drowns in the ocean because Lando Norris is too good for this world.

"How the fuck do I get in the front?"

He got up to one side and I screamed grabbing into him so he won't fall.

"Lando!"

"I won't die. Sharks are not that big in this sea"

"There are sperm whales on this sea. They are bigger than sharks"

"Get to the front and stop freaking out, missy" He kissed my head and I blushed.

You moved to the front and grabbed the handles.

"See, no problem" He sat behind me and grabbed my hips. His big hands felt like heaven on my skin. Flashbacks from last night came to my mind and my cheeks flushed. I needed him. I needed to have him before he left in the afternoon.

"Hey, missy. Are you listening?"

"No" I blurted and he laughed.

"Yeah, what I thought. Too occupied thinking about dry hump me again?"

"Yeah, basically."

He laughed hard and put his hands over mine.

"It's easy..." He explained me how the damn thing worked, speaking softly on my hair and making me shiver.

His fingers were moving softly over mine and my hands looked so small next to his. His chin was on my shoulders so sometimes, when he turned his head a bit, I could feel his lips on my skin. I was feeling deezy. Almost overwhelmed by everything. The sea was bouncing the jet ski and he was firmly pressed against me, his crotch against my ass. I would only need to turn my head to one side to kiss him. My skin was burning but I didn't know if it was him or the sun. For a second, I closed my eyes and wished for this to never end. I just wanted to stay here, with Lando, the sun and the waves.

"Ok. Some gas... And there we go"

His hand had moved mine and pulled me out of my daydream.

"See? It's not difficult. Your car is more complex than this"

I moved my hand tentatively on the gas handle and the jet ski moved forward again. Lando let my hands go and grabbed my waist instead.

"Does this have brakes?"

"Not really brakes, but doing this it slows down. It's like suddenly trying to put it on reverse."

I nodded. It was different to have him explaining this to me. He was cute and talked slow, probably wanting me to understand things properly.

We stayed in the water, he showing me things about the jet ski till we heard Pierre shouting from the yacht. Our little bubble exploded and Lando sighed. I was having so much fun with him that my belly hurt from laughing.

"The fun is over" Lando groaned in my ear.

"I wish we had more time"

He sighed and caressed my waist under the lifejacket.

I drove the jet ski to the yacht, hearing Pierre complaining about how long we had been on it. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

Lando hopped into the yacht before, reaching a hand for me to take with a soft smile on his face. But payback is a bitch. He had scared me to death minutes ago, so I pulled his hand and he fell into the water. Everyone around laughed as he came to the surface. His curls fell on his forehead and he had a huge smile. One of those smiles you could read as danger.

Obviously, he didn't stay still. He swam to me and soon I was in the water too, engulfed by the contrasts of temperature and by immense happiness. Maybe it was too much to ask, but I would die to always have Lando like this. No worries. No hiding. Just us having fun.

I reached the surface and pulled my hair out of my face. He was just there in front of me, half a meter away from me. I would only need to lean a bit to press my lips on his. But he was the fastest. He hugged me, his body pressing into mine.

Soon, water splashed next to us and we broke apart laughing. He touched my hand under the water and my face warmed. Maybe he felt like I did. Maybe he was falling too.

Yuki and later Charles jumped into the water too, but Lando could only look at me. He was dripping wet and smiling and my heart couldn't beat faster.

It turns out that feeling such intense feelings could be tiring and overwhelming. After lunch, I felt drained. The guys were playing on the water and I could just look and smile. Until the captain came and told us the yacht would leave in two hours. Just for the sunset or something like that.

"Oh nooo" I heard Max exclaim.

They would leave. My two days in paradise with Lando were over and I felt as if I hadn't enjoyed it enough. Lando came out of the water. His body was glowing with beads of water and he looked perfect. His skin was slightly tanned. I bit my lip and he looked at me, giving me a weird smile before walking toward me.

"Hey..." He sounded a bit sad. Maybe he didn't want to leave either "Do you mind if I shower?"

I nodded a bit taken aback.

"Yeah, yeah. Just dry yourself a bit before going in"

He obeyed. Max would shower too in another bathroom. They both left and went inside and I stayed on the chair, knees to my chest and chin on my arms.

Minutes went by and I felt more and more anxious. I couldn't just let him go like that. I wouldn't see him in maybe two or three weeks. So when no one was looking, I sneaked inside and walked fast to my bedroom. I could hear the water running in the shower. I thought about it a couple of times. Would I be invading his space? Would he want me there? But the longing feeling of being with him was stronger, so I opened the door slowly. I gasped a bit when I saw his figure through the translucent glass. My hands were shaking when I started taking my clothes off and my knees felt like jelly by when I reached to open the glass. I stopped breathing and waited for his reaction as I took a step into the shower.

Am I overstepping? Should I have knocked first?

But then Lando slowly turned around and all the thoughts disappeared from my head. His lips, half-open, were begging for me to kiss them. He smiled and I almost fainted.

"I thought you'd never come" He teased with a smirk and a soft voice.

The water was still falling over him when I closed the gap and kissed his lips. He moaned at the contact and grabbed into me, his big strong hands kept me close enough to deepen the kiss. He licked into my mouth and I hummed, tasting the lemonade on him and running my fingers up his back.

The warm water fell over me too when Lando pressed me against the wall. The kisses were deep and hungry, almost consuming the air in my lungs.

As our hands move on the other's body, the moans and gasps were more intense and frequent. I could never get tired of this.

Lando ran his hands down my sides and grabbed into my ass. Then he lifted me and I hit my head with the shower head.

"Oh shit" I grabbed into his shoulders and hid on his neck laughing. I didn't want people outside hearing us but it was difficult as hell.

"Oh no" He touched my head immediately. "Are you okay?"

With panic in his eyes, he made me look at him. I was covering my mouth trying not to laugh.

"How did you do it, little gremlin?" I said looking at him and then at the shower.

He chuckled and kissed my forehead.

"I'm so sorry. This stuff always looks so good in porn. It's unfair"

I cupped his cheeks and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Lando, honey. Porn is fake."

"But it looks fun"

"I can have more fun without hitting my head or without you getting all tired"

"I'm an athlete. I'm well trained"

You rolled your eyes.

"Put me down, idiot"

He lowered me and I kissed him hard, pulling a moan out of his throat. "Of course, you are well trained, Lando. But really, I don't need you to do all of those things they do in porn" I kissed his cheek and then sucked the skin on his neck. His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me flushed against him, his hard member pressed on my lower belly. "I fucking love this neck, Lando"

Leaving light bite marks, I travelled down his shoulder.

"Fuck, you look so perfect. Your body is just... I couldn't stop looking at you today, Lando"

I stole a kiss from his lips before going to his other shoulder. With my lips, I looked for moles and marks on him. They drove me crazy. They were everywhere asking to be kissed.

"I don't need you to be an expert in sex or something like that. I just want to have fun and enjoy with you"

Slowly dragging my lips down to his chest, I sucked his nipple and licked it. He gasped and knotted his fingers on my hair.

"I only need you to make me feel good" I let myself fall on my knees. "I want to have fun and that sex on porn it's not fun"

I bit the skin on his hip and he shivered.

"I love how clumsy and awkward you are. It makes it more special"

Another kiss on his belly, then under his belly button and then right above his member. He caressed my face and whimpered a continue, please.

I smiled a bit. I loved to have him like this.

"I love how we can laugh and just be stupid during sex" I grabbed his member with my hand and jerked him slowly.

"Fuck..."

"That's what makes our thing special" I licked softly the tip. "I know I can do things wrong because you are there to tell me how to be better"

I sucked and he moaned.

"I love how I can wear Patrick Star underwear and you would joke about it"

"Shit, YN. You are driving me crazy"

"I'm just gonna let you fuck me in this shower and it will be messy because that's what we are"

"Are you? Are you gonna let me fuck you here?"

I nodded and slid his member into my mouth. With my lips wrapped around it, I started bobbing my head slowly. He let his head fall back and his grip on my hair tightened. A low moan came out of my throat and he gasped.

"Fuck. I love your mouth so much. You are so good with it"

I pulled him out and swirled my tongue around it. I fucking loved when he talked like that.

"Come on, missy. Open that mouth please"

I obeyed and showed him my tongue, which made him smile. "You are beautiful, YN"

That made me blush hard. He had that effect. He had always had. Since the beginning of this thing.

Lando was careful when he slid his member into my mouth. He was careful and moved slowly he started bucking his hips onto it.

"That's it, babe. You are doing so well. Just tap me twice if it's too much"

He was groaning and moaning as I sucked and moved my tongue over him. He had his slow and steady pace, only going deep once in a while after being sure I was okay. And he grew closer and closer. After so many lessons, I started to learn the signals. How his eyes looked in desperation at me, how his nostrils slightly opened, how he mainly breathed through his mouth and how his fingers tightened around anything he could grip.

Lando stopped then, when he was almost there, and pulled out with a groan.

"Why do you stop?" I asked out of breath.

"I have to fuck you in this shower, right?"

"You are young and athletic, can't you take two rounds?"

"I prefer to cum fucking you" He grabbed me and helped me stand before kissing me hard. His tongue wandered around my mouth before he pulled back and pressed his lips on my forehead for a second. "Can I?"

"Fuck me? I came here expecting you to do it"

He chuckled and grabbed my hips. Suddenly he turned me around. I was facing the wall now. "Oh fuck" I gasped surprised.

He laughed a bit before spanking my ass softly. Not too hard, it only itched a bit.

"Shit, Lando"

"YN. I don't have condoms"

I turned my face to him. "Neither do I"

"Fuck, I wasn't planning on seeing you during these holidays"

Wait, what? Was he only seeing me?

"W-well. I-I haven't had sex with anyone else since we took those tests" I muttered.

"Haven't you?"

"No" I whispered. Have we been exclusive? Without even agreeing on it?

"Neither have I"

"I'm on the pill" I said looking at him in the eyes.

"Fuck. Are you...?"

"Fuck me, Lando"

He gave me a deep kiss and pressed me against the wall again. He used two fingers to get me ready and soon he was fucking me. His hand was around my mouth, silencing my moans. It has fast, hard and deep. He had probably never fucked like this, but it felt so fucking great. He was hitting the right spot and it was driving me crazy.

"Shit, YN. You feel so fucking good" He said in my ear, his voice was deep and low and it was perfect.

I whimpered on his hand and closed my eyes tight. I was close, but he was closer. The pleasure was building up on my lower stomach when his hips began to stutter on their thrusts.

"I'm gonna come, fuck YN"

I reached back and ran my hands over his hair, then he freed my mouth and I kissed him. His tongue danced on my tongue and I sucked his lips before he pulled out and came on my back. His teeth sank on my skin and he groaned.

With my fingers tangled in his hair, I turned around and kissed him again, silencing his low moans as he jerked himself through his orgasm. When he pulled back, his pupils were huge and his breathing was hard. He gave me the most intense look ever before crashing our mouths once more and taking his fingers to my centre. He was almost a master in this now, so he went directly when I needed him the most. His fingers moved fast against my g-spot as I moved my hips dragging my clit over the palm of his hand. He made me cum so soon and so hard I almost lose my balance. Luckily, Lando had well-trained his reflexes and was fast catching me. I pulled back from his mouth and took a deep breath.

"Fuck, you did so well, missy." He said before kissing my forehead.

All that pleasure was still running over me as I slowly recover and my senses came back to earth. I noticed the water still coming over us and Lando's hand around my middle, his leg between mine and his lips leaving soft kisses on my face.

"Earth to YN?" He whispered half laughing.

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

I love you.

To save me from saying anything I would regret, I pressed my lips on his cheek and he hugged me close.

"I'm going to miss you a lot"

"I'm going to miss you too" I whispered back as I tried to not cry.

"Hey, I'll text you, okay?"

I looked into his eyes and he cupped my chin, giving me a short loving kiss.

"Okay... Just tell me how your amazing holidays in this place go" I smiled a bit and he nodded.

"Same to you, missy" He took a deep breath and stroked my cheek. "Now, let me clean you."

Sorry if it took too long. The last weeks have been messy and my head was on the clouds. I'm still proud of this part. Probably not what I had in mind, but it turned out well.

Next part: Car rides and tears.

[bemylord]

↠ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ↞

characters: gojo, sukuna, itadori, megumi, nanami, toji x fem!reader.

warnings: smut, aged up, marks/bruises, creampie, daddy kink [toji and nanami], oral [fem!receiving], degrade and praise kinks, grammar errors.

a/c: or s/o gave them scratches on their body. hc + drabble. kento's, toji's, and sukuna's part might be rough. also i may used inappropriate word don't blame me.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

would be teasing you in the morning for being too horny to suppress your nails. although, he doesn't hide the fact he adores the little pain when his clothes touch places where you left stripes.

also likes those moments when you're leaving fingernail marks on his thighs or hips whilst sucking his dick. it'd be better spelled if i specify that gojo using your head as a toy for his pleasure.

would praise you for marks you've given him, labeling his muscular body as yours, letting your fingers traveling all over his back to the chest, outlining every muscle.

prefers to do it slow but deep, touching the spongy coil inside you with his every push, feeling your hands on the back as you're trying to take his dick, being capable of not losing your mushy mind at his sharp pushes as how he's overbearingly fucking you.

'giving me all your juices and marks you've gotten for your master' satoru might be playful during the training time, but you've known he likes to talk dirty and be dominant railing you. those marks perfectly suiting on his skin so why not leave them?

despite being overdose with your cum and a facial expression - you opened your mouth releasing ragged whimpers and arching your back, approaching towards gojo's chest in the climax, cumming all over the base - he'd thrust in you more 'till you'd turn into the drooling mess below.

'yes, honey, you're doing good, so good. constricting my dick so good' obscene squelches become louder, as you could feel satoru's released on your stomach. 'you did so well, honey, i'm gonna take good care of you'

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ:

okay, i think itadori would be the softest boy through all monsters we've got here.

but don't let his innocent face trick you. despite of the fact that most of the time he's a soft bun, he'll make you scream.

ok, make you scream and be asking if he isn't tempestuous.

he'd be disconcerted if you asked him to heal his back. for what? he thinks is a sort of a recall so he could remember what the two of you had been doing in the night and how loud you were while giving him your residue of cum.

he might take some photos of his skin pattern in marks so he could ogle at 'em later, repeating seconds where you were patterning his back.

'take off your shirt, yuji. i'll heal your back'

poor itadori is sitting on the couch totally discouraged as he heard your request. he glanced at you with a bambi look: eyes wide open, as if you said something vulgar. he aimlessly rubbed the back of his head, tossed his head back.

'but i like your marks, baby'

he whined, grabbing your palms in his, forcing you to sit on his lap, wrapping arms around your waist.

'you gave those stripes because you.. you were feeling good, yeah?'

you put your head down at his question but nodded, putting your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

'then i don't need your recovery, baby, let your marks stay until you'll add new ones'

ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

let people know what sex is. let it be a slogan for your intercourse.

he could fuck you all night due to his long-term capability and would be smug after intercourse as he'd watch the disorder [?] you did on his biceps.

mostly biceps, cause a man knows the main destination of his tongue, masterfully giving you an oral. goddamn that tongue.

he'd let you scratch his back as he'll know that it'd be possibility to show off the mark his love gave him. on other days, you're pulling his hair into your pussy, burying him even more, letting him to destroy you before the fun will start.

his arms full of red stripes. though it wasn't your fault - how can you inhibit yourself while toji is literally eating you like a meal?

'being waiting for my tongue, huh?' he's a teaser - you're at the edge of the bed, baring your dripping pussy to the one he can lick you as you need to whilst teasing and degrading you.

'being waiting to be demolished by me you little whore, don't you?'

you grabbed his strong biceps, dotted them in half-moons then squeeze as toji peeks at you.

'answer me, slut!'

his low voice makes you open widely your legs as not closed to squeeze his head. he's running his tongue on your crotch and labia, teasing you, forcing you to say how reckless and anguished you were without his tongue and fingers.

'yes, daddy, i-i've been waiting f-for you' you sharply breathe, letting out the whimpers, feeling his tongue playing with your swollen clit.

'i'm about to ruin you tonight, are you ready?' he giggled once more, getting into the little game he's been waiting for since he left the house.

ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ:

it is in their genetic code to make a woman scream but since megumi hasn't got a huge sexual experience as his father does, he'd be tender at first, asking abt your well-being, if he can move, etc..

when he watches at the mirror in the morning, he finds out his back and a few shoulders are drawing by your nails.

he'd be overwhelmed and speechless as he saw a reminder of the night.

'gumi will make up an excuse, sort of: 'i got into the fight with a curse, nothing special'. itadori'd have been asking him if he's okay, how it was but satoru isn't a naive one.

deep inside would be proud of himself that only he could put you on the pleasure, privately enjoying those patterns.

'y/n?' he pronounced your name in a question way, rubbing his shoulder aimlessly, as you glanced at him. you let out a quiet mooing as a response, staring as to how megumi taking off his school uniform.

'would you mind heal me a little?'

you smiled, coming closer to your boyfriend, grabbing a tube of medicine on the way.

'don't think i don't like your.. marks, just-'

'don't apologize, 'gumi, it's kinda chaos on your back' you giggled at your comparison, running with medicine on red stripes. his tensed and muscular body is overwhelming: those abs and pretty strong arms conquering every time you've got an opportunity to ogle.

'tho i love the chaos you made'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

i'm certain you'll be scratching his back because nanami is packing - big dick energy, lol.

screaming his name as you've been drawing illegible patterns, mostly on his wide back, so lately he'd smirk at his reflection in the mirror.

those nights when you're trying to fill the lack patterns on his back by drawing lots of geometrical figures or promiscuous tracery.

every move with his tight white shirt at the office makes his stoic face change as he reminisces the night you gave that pleasant pain.

he wants to find half-moons littering his biceps as you were holding 'em while giving creampie on his dick.

if you want it spicy - trail your fingers on his back suddenly, giving nanami little goosebumps to switch his mood.

'darling, you want me to stop?' he unaware question left you desperate as nanami stopped pumping, left a soft kiss on your forehead. 'am i fucking you way too hard?' seldom moment of nanami being tender as he gets used to fuck recklessly 'till you'll be a dripping mess under his cock.

you didn't see fit to answer the question but smack your lips against his, as a silent response named: 'i'm fine, my love, you can move' your wet, deep, and in some way subtle kiss that doesn't fit on the action you've been doing. you trail your nails from the back of his neck to the coccyx, ogling as to how his facial expression changes.

'you want to be used like a slut you are, don't you?'

you couldn't respond, only purr as how nanami suddenly turned on into daddy. feeling how your empty pussy being filled out with a thick kento's cock again as he's making a demolishing [?] pushes.

'get what you want, slut, scratch my back so it'd dotted lately with your nails'

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

as for that rough man..

he gives hickeys - you give him patterns on his back.

he'd be exceedingly obsessed after had seen your marks on itadori's body. still, itadori is a vessel for him, so sukuna will be even more self-satisfied. why? a little reminder for the owner who took possession of your body at the night.

once he'll take possession of the body, itadori it'd be or someone else, he won't stop himself as long as his back will be patterns of yours nail on it.

he does literally everything to make you scratch his back, whether it be licking your swollen clit to the way your legs got shaken or fuck you on his lap.

'let the bastard see what matures did it the night' his pace increase as he uttered the phrase that makes the butterflies in your belly thrives off.

his lowly and husky voice intermingled with ragged breathing, little drops of sweat on his hairline as he crushes devastating punches, letting your moans out of your mouth.

you're digging into his skin on the back as he masterfully target into the spongy coil in your stomach, feeling as your orgasm is building up with his every hit. he wants to see his back littering in patterns of your nails, wants to have that sweet but stinging pain in the morning.

's-sukuna, ugh~' you let out a whimper as your cunt constricting creampie on his dick. he chuckled as your hole clenching his thick cock while nails trailing all over back.

//~~//

idk i start always from sukuna and i've got inspiration only on kento's part, that's why nanami and toji might be rough than a king.

[tteokdoroki]

had it | k.bakugou.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 4.5K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, married!au, fluff, comfort.

♡ summary: your pro hero husband is a show off, always has and always will be... but when his big ego gets in the way of you doing your job, you give him little piece of your mind..

♡ warning(s): please read ! mentions of violence, i gave reader a quirk?? bakugou with a daughter ok literally nothing. oh and angst if you squint.

♡ author’s note(s):  hi besties!! happy birthday to meee!! today i’m dropping a fic that’s been a long time coming, its a short and fluffy little piece with domestic baku bc i love him with babies n kids ok ok!! i hope you all have a lovely day <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

some say that working for a pro hero is an honour, no matter what the position is. some may work behind the scenes— creating gear and suits that support the pros protecting their cities or livelihoods. others are in charge of things like reports, PR and even physical health. everyone plays an important role in a hero's career. there’s never a dull moment working in a team supporting the pros, especially if that pro was dynamight.

the offices for katsuki bakugou’s hero agency were always buzzing; usually because the clean up team were rushing through with stacks upon stacks of receipts and paperwork from the damage done during bakugou’s patrols— other times it would be his secretaries gossiping about how good he looks in his winter costume because damn did that tight black shirt do his arms justice but usually it was just because of the PR team contacting media outlets with excuses for bakugou’s potty mouth.

working for the hot headed blonde was more laid back than it seemed however, the man himself was rarely ever in the office as the number two hero but out on missions instead, the pay was pretty decent and no one ever really faced his angry wrath nor his sailor like mouth unless they had royally fucked up on their job. katsuki bakugou was someone to admire, he never gave a damn about what people had to say about him— he only cared about getting the job done and maybe that’s why most people enjoyed their time under the dynamight agency.

particularly this time, right around noon.

the doors to the floor of the secretary offices fly open, crashing loudly against the walls and drawing the staff from their daily work. this office space is around ten floors up and somehow you’ve made it in record time today. “where is he?” your voice crawls through the entrance of the room, settling over the workers like a thick fog— commanding, menacing and soft all at the same time. newbies cower in their boots, confused at what’s going on and it’s safe to presume those who have been working here for years have yet to give them the run down. “don’t make me ask again.” you add, eyes darkening as you cast your gaze across the room.

an intern approaches you, visibly shaking with fear which makes you loosen your stance and raise an eyebrow toward them. “he-uh... he just went for his lunch break—“ the stutter, gulping under the stare of another highly ranked pro hero. “in his...office— ma’am!” they stumble through their words, hiding behind the ungodly amount of paperwork that's been dumped into their hands. you make a mental note to chew bakugou out on the load his interns have been getting as well as your prior reasons for coming to his agency.

nonetheless you shake your head and drop the frown, a sweet smile quickly replacing the look that could put anyone six feet under if you really tried. with a tap to the side of your head, the visor to your hero costume rises above your eyes— allowing you to give the poor little intern a cheeky wink as thanks. “‘ppreciate it darling, have a good one!” you thank them properly with a ruffle to their hair, resuming your previous stance as you march the rest of the way through the office and kick open the door at the end of the room.

the intern sags, a whimper of relief passing from tired lips while they wipe at the sweat forming on their brow. they’d not even encountered their boss yet and they’d already come face to face with a top pro hero. “w-what’s her deal?”

a chuckle to the left of the poor kid startles them out of their mind; but they relax upon realising it’s just another one of dynamight’s secretaries— haruto, who’d apparently been working at the agency since it started up. “that’s nightsky, her quirk is lullaby, which allows her to control certain people if she hits the right note. she can also put them to sleep, if she really wants to,” the intern now perks up, remembering you from countless interviews on tv. you ranked pretty highly too, managing to the reach the top five this year along with others like shoto and deku. “she owns the hero agency across the street, herself and dynamight have been going at it ever since. it’s like they’re elderly lovers or somethin‘.”

“d-do you think they are? lovers like you say?” the intern asks a little too excitedly, touching at their messy hair from where you’d ruffled it. a crimson blush warms their cheeks, the idea of two pros playing enemies to the public eye but being lovers in secret seemed like something right out of a romance novel. how romantic.

haruto only chuckles at the newbie, standing to ruffle their hair as well before heading over to the coffee stand to fix himself a cup. “beats me,” he mumbles cheerily as he walks away, arms crossed behind his head. “but with the way yn bursts in here at the same time everyday to scold bakugou, and leaves with a huge smile on her face— i wouldn’t put it past them. they probably have a whole life together.” he taps his nose once as if he’s given away too much information, turning away without a word.

the intern hums, seemingly happy with their superior’s answer and easily heads back to work from there.

katsuki bakugou was bored out of his mind.

being a successful pro hero was all he’d ever wanted— being the number two pro hero just came with that. bakugou wanted to get to the top and show everyone he was the best of the best and with him being blessed with a powerful quirk there was no way he couldn’t be where he was today. yet, now that he’d finally achieved his dream all he wanted was a fucking break. the blonde stares down at his microwaveable bowl of home cooked stew, a frown cutting deep into his cheeks. it was his lunch break for crying out loud, but instead of scarfing down the delicious meal before him, the hero was forced to watch it cool as some dumb fuck reporter asked him questions over the phone.

the telephone interview ( or a waste of his fucking time, as katsuki had called it ) , had been set up by his PR team right after he’d taken down a couple low level villains downtown earlier this morning. katsuki had called it nothing but apparently the whole world and their mother had been on his ass, watching as he took the criminals down with ease and raving about how glorious dynamight was during that fight. the reporter drones on about said event, asking the same old questions and it takes everything within the hot headed pro not to blow a casket— he’d been promised a few extra days off from his manager if he could finish the interview without blowing something up and only god knew how much katsuki needed a break from dumb paps and some overly obsessive fans.

‘so, final question, how does it feel to be the number two?’

bakugou grunts, buying himself time to formulate an answer. what he really wants to do is kindly tell the reporter to fuck off and ask more original questions; but with the prize of a longer weekend hanging in the balance he bites his tongue for the sake of freedom. “well i—“

“katsuki bakugou.” your voice cuts through his sentence before he can finish, vermillion eyes land on your hero costume clad form as you burst into his office. a lazy smirk now decorates the hero’s lips, brow quirked with piqued interest. “i have a bone to pick with you, you motherfucker.”

the reporter on the other end falls silent as katsuki watches you, leaning back in his plush leather chair. you look slightly disheveled, costume torn in a few places, scrapes littering your skin as you pant heavily from exertion— chest rising and falling with every breath, it seems ragged and bakugou makes a mental note to remind you to get your ribs checked out later. “you’re late, shitty woman.” the number two sits up a little straighter as you enter the room, leaning up to look at you while you slam your hands down on the smooth marble desk— the force rattling the items he has neatly placed on it.

‘uh-? mister...dynamight-? sir?’

your eyes sweep the room while the pro before you deals with the reporter, mentioning to her that they’ll have to continue their call later. in the meantime, you note that katsuki’s office is meticulously clean, not a single book, folder or pen out of place— it’s high up with a perfect view of the city and the large windows allow golden beams of the sun to light up the room. the sound of a phone being placed back on its hook brings you from your thoughts; annoyance settling deep in your veins as you turn to face bakugou again.

“i had it,” you growl lowly, jumping the gun before he can even register what you’ve said. “i’m a grown woman, katsuki, i can handle a couple of criminals myself, you know.”

the blasting hero does nothing but smirk even wider at the irked tone that litters your voice, standing up as well to tower over you. bakugou still wears his own hero costume, considerably in less damage than yours— not a single tear had formed in his suit, mind the small scratches on his face no doubt from his stupid explosions creating some debris. leaning over the desk between you, bakugou uses a forefinger and thumb to tilt your head up, bringing you even closer than before. “clearly y’didn’t sweetheart, or otherwise that icyhot bastard wouldn’t have needed to back you up ‘fore i got there...” his timbre voice sends sparks of electricity through the air in the room, it’s low and gravelly which is enough to send shivers down your spine but you’re not about to let katsuki bakugou know that he makes you flustered— it’d go straight to his head, the cocky bastard.

nonetheless; you roll your eyes at the mention of your old classmate and fellow pro hero— shoto todoroki. yourself and shoto got along fairly well, even back in high school, so it was normal for you to work together from time to time; you both made a great team and your skill set complimented each other’s well. katsuki was just jealous. he never really got along with todoroki like that. “he didn’t back me up, we were working together,” you snap back at the blonde, shaking yourself from bakugou’s grasp and flicking him right between those alluring vermillion eyes. “something you might not be familiar with, mister number two.” bakugou backs away from you completely ( only wincing slightly ), making you smirk in victory. you’ve struck a nerve. deciding to leave the conversation at that, you turn to make your exit as he collapses back into his seat with a deathly scowl and a quiet ‘tch’. “like i said, i had it, dynamight. next time, don’t jump in uninvited.”

happy that you got the last laugh, you open the door to leave his office but pause when a wave of heat hits your back. you should have known, katsuki bakugou was never one to back down from a challenge and you certainly weren’t an exception. well shit. when you turn around to face the blonde, small explosions spark from his right hand and he has some what of a look of a feral pomeranian, blood red eyes full of rage.

you visibly gulp and katsuki growls out his next words with the upmost venom, designed to hurt and cut at your feelings. “well maybe y’sudda let the actual pros handle shit like this,” bakugou begins, voice rising in volume with every syllable that passes his lips. “we both know you’re no good at short distance attacks with your quirk, shitty woman, you couldn’t have taken those villains down without me.” the blonde finishes with a short ‘tsk’, settling the explosions that spark in his palms. now it’s your turn to be pissed. you could handle katsuki’s jealousy, his petty reasoning for joining you on your patrol and taking the credit but bashing you and your quirk? no way in hell would he get away with that.

“bakugou?”

“what? the fuck y’still here for?”

you roll your shoulders, gracing the blonde with a devilish smile as your eyes light up mischievously. “why are you hitting yourself, bakugou?” you sing, hitting just the right notes that will have him under your spell, the tone in your voice as smooth as chocolate. katsuki’s eyes widen in horror and before he can stop himself, his free hand comes up to slap him across the face. that was your quirk, lullaby. you had the ability to sing your way out of any situation— adjusting the tune of your song to control the actions of certain individuals or groups of people. it was near impossible to resist but the more people you used your quirk on, the weaker your control over them was. that doesn’t mean you weren’t going to use it on bakugou from time to time. the blonde tries to fight it, he really does, but he’s no use up against your ability— losing all control of his own body. he grunts on impact, looking bewildered for a moment as he moves to grab his own wrist to stop any impending blows. “not so cocky now, are we dynamight?”

“h-hey!” he stammers, refusing to accept defeat against you. “shitty woman, no fuckin’ fair. you know i can’t use my quirk against you in here.” he was right, while your quirk was poor against short distance attacks ( meaning you had to result to hand to hand combat ), bakugou couldn’t use his own in enclosed spaces without hurting anyone he didn’t want to. especially you, he would never hurt you intentionally unless you were sparring.

“shoulda thought about that before you decided to taunt me, you know better than to piss off your wife, katsu.” you chide, still smiling just as brightly as you were earlier, before taking a seat on his desk and folding one leg over the other. it was quite amusing to watch your husband of four years fight against himself— everyone knew katsuki had an unbelievable amount of strength even without his quirk so he was definitely beating himself up ( literally and figuratively ).

bakugou looks up at you through gritted teeth while he struggles to keep the wrist you have control of down and you almost feel bad for the guy. “turn it off, dammit!” he curses at you, said hand rising above his free one to tug at his own sun kissed locks.

feigning interest in the objects on your lover's desk, you ignore his pleas for you to release him from the holds of your quirk and hum “apologise.”

“f-fuck... fuck y-you.”

you sigh knowingly, picking up a hand crafted paperweight, covered in glitter and sequin stars,  inspecting it carefully. bakugou could hardly ever say the word ‘sorry’, it was just in his nature and he’d been that way since you were young. part of you knows it’s because of how he was treated as a child where people praised him for his quirk. that meant he became prideful yes, thought highly of himself too and struggled to admit when others were right...but he had his own way of apologising— through actions instead of words.

like when you first moved in together and he had broken your favourite mug, instead of saying he was sorry, he spent all night super glueing it back together for you to use in the morning. to him, actions were louder than words but you right now; you were being mean and just wanted to hear him say it.

“fuck fuck, fine. alright. ‘m sorry.” bakugou lets out a strained growl as the hand you control gives a particularly hard yank to his hair. “i’m sorry for lying about your quirk. it’s not shitty…’n ‘m sorry for... barging in on your patrol. again.” you grin, satisfied with his answer and grab the hand he keeps down with his wrist. you press a simple kiss to the skin, making your husband blush as you release your hold over the limb. katsuki shyly yanks it from your grip, rubbing over the area that you’d kissed, shooting his gaze to the side in the process. “jesus shitty woman, if i don’t die from being a hero or of old fucking age, i know for a fact you’ll be the one to kill me first.” he mutters harshly under his breath, but you know he’s only kidding from the way his hands now fall to your thighs and his fingers rub small circles into the exposed skin.

“pro hero nightsky murders number two pro hero dynamight in cold blood!” you joke as if you’re reading a headline in a news article, katsuki only glares up at you— making no effort to curse you out because of your shitty joke, which causes you to frown while leaning  forward to brush some of his hair away from his face. “you know i’m only kidding right? is something wrong? did i come at a bad time?”

it’s only now that you notice the exhausted expression that paints your lover’s face. he’s always up to playing this game with you, at the same time every day— you come to bother him about some trivial matter, tease him a bit and leave with a kiss. but today, you can tell he’s trying to hide something from you. something that bothers him.

bakugou shakes his head, leaning into your touch as you play with his hair— a habit he’d picked up from even before you started dating back in high school, although he’d never admit that to you if you’d asked. “nothin’, just this stupid fuckin’ interview the PR team want me to do about the fight today. the one i took from you,” your husband smirks slightly at the thought and you roll your eyes for what seems like the nine hundredth time that afternoon. “didn’t get to finish my fuckin’ lunch but they promised me a couple days off if i got the interview done.”

“better the number two than me, eh? but don’t worry, i’ll order us some take out tonight,” your suggest, voice coming out as soft and mingling with your slight giggle— a quiet melody to katsuki’s ears. your only reply from him is a grunt, so you stop your fingers in his hair and watch as he scowls up at you. you quickly press a kiss to the explosive hero’s lips, pulling away to reveal his blushing face. you smile, knowing that you’re the only one who can make him flush red like that. “there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?”

if there’s one thing katsuki bakugou hates, it’s how you read him like an open book. one look at him and it’s like you know exactly how he’s feeling. he can never hide anything from you— sometimes that both pisses him off and reminds him of how much he is loved by you. he hesitates with his words at first but decides to confide in you anyway, knowing that you’ll get it out of him in one way or another. “‘m worried about you, dumbass.” he mumbles, nudging your hand with his head as if to ask you to continue your earlier actions. “i know you had it, yer fuckin’ powerful but you looked so tired in that fight today ‘n i thought something bad was gonna happen to you, y’fuckin’ shitty woman.”

he toys with the tears in your costume now, smoothing over scars from your bumps and scratches as a result of combat. “oh lovebug,” you mumble, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. “you know i can handle my own, they just took a lot out of me today. i promise i’ll—“

“that’s not it, fuck,” katsuki cuts you off, brows furrowing deeply as he grabs your wrists— pulling your from his desk and into his lap. he holds you close, burying his nose into your neck as if you’re going to disappear. you sit still, a little shocked by his actions and his quick change of mood, but wrap your arms around him anyway and slowly fall silent. “it's just that...we’re both pros now and at the top of our ranks ‘n we both have a lot to lose.” you instinctively cling tighter to katsuki, mind flickering to the homemade paperweight you’d spotted on his desk earlier... causing your heart clench.

your daughter had made that for him during her time at preschool for fathers day; something your husband cherished with his whole heart, even if the thing was still sticky with glue when he’d gotten it.

katsuki loved taiga more than anything in the world and if something had happened to her because of your line of work, you don’t know what either of you would do. “what if something were to happen to you? or to me? or shit...both of us? who would look after taiga? you know what happens to kids who end up in the fucking system.” bakugou pauses, the same tired expression from earlier now sitting heavily on his face. “i just want you to be careful, stop pushing yourself so much, y’fuckin’ dumbasss. we have a family take care of. it’s not just you and i anymore.”

you nod, grasping onto your lover’s clothes tightly. the air is flooded with a comfortable silence, the pair of you holding one another right the way through it. you treasure moments like this, where the world stops and katsuki shows you another, more vulnerable side to him.

he would never admit or show this to anyone; but he cares , more than he lets on... especially for you and especially for your daughter. he was attentive, paid attention to you and your weaknesses and helped you overcome them. it was something you couldn’t stop loving about him. “i promise to be more careful, for you and for taiga,” you say quietly after he’s done scolding you, brushing your lips against the side of his head in a soft peck. “that must’ve been why jumped in earlier, you were worried about me?”

“somethin’ like that, you crazy woman,,” bakugou whispers, there’s a tinge of fondness to his ruby eyes as you pull away to look at him, his hands settling on your hips while he moves up to press a soft kiss to your awaiting lips. “didn’t want you getting yourself killed.”

you stay with katsuki in the office for a little longer than usual, laying on his chest as he prattles away about everything and anything even though he should be working. you make sure he eats his lunch, despite how cold it is and promise him a boat load of take out when he comes home later— your sweet cuddling session only being cut short by a call from your assistant to tell you that your daughter is ready to be picked up from school. “better finish that interview katsu, taiga’ll be happy to know her daddy’s getting some time off to spend with her soon,” you remind him as you gather yourself together, your husband pouting ( he swears on his life he wasn’t ) from the loss of your warmth in his lap. “she has a lot to tell you.”

the blonde quirks a brow, watching you as you head for the door. “yeah? like what?” a hand comes up to cover your mouth as you giggle at his curious face. sometimes, when you look at katsuki, you could see how much your daughter resembles him, right down to his mannerisms. she had somehow inherited the shape of your nose and the brightness of your smile ( the only reason barely anyone realised bakugou had a kid, he never fucking smiled. ) but the bakugou genes were incredibly strong so there was no way she’d miss out on those crimson eyes and uncontrollable, untameable messy blonde hair.

she even acted like him. a very brazen little girl who knew what she wanted and how to get it, so she had her daddy wrapped around her stubby little fingers.

you grin, eyes sparkling with the same mischief as before. “oh y’know, just her little crush on midoriya’s boy.”

“yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

“i would never joke about such a thing,  just make sure you’re home in time for dinner, number two!” you squeal, dashing out of the office before your husband has time to demand more answers from you. slamming the door shut, you chuckle at the melody of curses that leave your husbands mouth before heading off to pick up your daughter.

on your way, you admit to yourself , that maybe you didn’t have this fight in the bag. but what you did have; was a loving husband, a beautiful daughter and the best life you could have ever imagined.

extended ending:

“so, taiga... daddy hears you have a little... crush on someone.”

you’re in the kitchen, washing the dishes from tonight’s dinner as bakugou wipes tentatively at your little girl’s messy face— she was a poor eater but it’s something you didn’t mind, not when your husband was so soft with cleaning her up. you can see them from where you stand, watching katsuki knowingly.

taiga looks up from the colouring you’d set out for her when she finished up her meal, crimson eyes shining brightly as she fixes her gaze on her father. “mhm mhm!! he’s mister deku’s son! and i’m gonna marry him!”

“no yer not.” bakugou answers simply, looking close to popping a vein.

“why not?”

your husband scoffs, throwing away the tissue he’d used to clean his little girl up before joining her in her colouring. “‘cause daddy says so ‘n boys are gross, especially ones who’s dad’s look like broccoli.” the older ash blonde seems satisfied with his answer, grinning to himself as you dry the dishes with an amused smile.

but taiga isn’t finished, swapping her green crayon for a red one to finish up her drawing. “but you’re a boy...and mommy still married you!”

bakugou pauses, lost for words as taiga continues to colour— humming the theme song from a commercial for some of deku’s merch. you can tell it’s taking everything katsuki’s got not to combust right there on the spot, but he can’t stay mad at taiga for too long, not when she’s describing her wedding and how her daddy is going to walk her down the isle.

setting the dishes to dry and towelling your hands; you smile to yourself as you admire your family. some would say you had it all, and looking at the pair of bakugou’s now, who were you to deny the truth.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

If Izuku had met the Young Torino?

I like the idea of Prime Torino being punched into present-day canon (punched by who? Toshinori, of course), and being the only one able to keep up with Deku as Deku scours Japan for AFO. Prime Torino just wants to get back home. He's too young to be a grandfather!

//

captions, and a starter beneath the 'keep reading' -

Gran Torino: What did you do to my cape?

Izuku: Ah.

Descriptive arrow pointing at the cape lists, 'bloodstained, tattered, singed,' and 'riddled with bullet holes.'

//

Not too long after Izuku cuts contact with All Might, he finds a cluster of masked people terrorizing a high-rise. Zero hints as to whether or not they’re aligned with All for One. But they’re extorting supplies from the people hiding within, and in any case, when Izuku hears the wail of a child, all bets are off.

Fighting comes easier to him now. Even if the holders disapprove of Izuku’s pace, they lend their expertise, smoothing out the wrinkles in his techniques.

He ducks under a wild swing, lashes out with the Fifth’s Quirk, yanks his opponent towards him and feels One for All flare within his veins as he preps for a punch. Standard. What is not so standard is the First’s urgent voice, saying, “Something’s wrong!”

Izuku has to drive the punch forward. There is nowhere else to redirect the energy.

One for All surges, unfamiliar and wild, and Izuku barely has time to process the foreign emotions: rage-loss-grief--a young voice that screams, “You’re awful! You’re not helping me, you’re just taking your anger out on the closest, most convenient target! I hate you!”

Something tears in the world. It’s different from a Warp Quirk, if only because it wrenches at Izuku’s gut, and also, because an extremely bright and heavy weight is flung into existence and into Midoriya Izuku. Izuku yelps, trying to slow his and the newcomer’s momentum.

They crash into a storefront on the opposite side of the street.

Amidst the shattered wooden boards (no glass? a lucky break, then) and under the stranger’s heavy form, Izuku coughs. His backpack digs uncomfortably against his spine. “Who is he,” he asks the empty air and prods wearily at the now-cheerful flames of One for All.

“Sorahiko,” says the Seventh, Shimura Nana. Her voice is soft, stunned, and terrified.

Izuku blinks. Presumably, Gran Torino stirs. His voice doesn’t sound like it did several months ago, like it’d been run through a blender and mixed with gravel, but the weariness is the same. He murmurs, “Shimura, help…”

“Help him, Ninth,” she snaps, and Izuku sees her spectral form manifest and circle their perimeter. She crouches by them, and as Izuku struggles out from beneath Gran Torino, he sees her fingers brush against the off-white suit. The Seventh twitches back as if stung.

“Did you just--?” Izuku blurts out.

“No.”

He has his doubts, but the important thing is to roll Gran Torino over so he’s not breathing in dust and splinters. The yellow cape he wears is the brightest, sunniest thing Izuku’s seen all month, and presumably, Gran Torino as he is now is the darkest, meanest he’s ever been in his whole life. Izuku heaves the man face-up and tears his own hood off, in case Gran Torino feels like punching first and talking second.

“Gran Torino?” he tentatively calls.

The Fourth’s Quirk zings, and Izuku dodges the grasping hand just in time.

“Where am I,” snarls Gran Torino, surging to sit upright and immediately looking nauseous. His hand goes to his abdomen, gingerly pressing at some invisible wound.

“Roppongi,” says Izuku. He telegraphs his raised hands, and he bears the cursory, critical once-over with patience. Torino’s grimace softens to a frown; he instinctively lifts a hand to touch the collar of his own cape, as if to make sure it hasn’t been looted.

“Your name?”

“Deku.”

Torino registers the title without comment. Instead, he nods, and he says, conversationally, “Excuse me, but I’ve got to go kick my student’s ass. If the little shit thinks he can dump my body in the middle of Tokyo without suffering any consequences, he’s got another thing coming.”

He attempts to rise, and Izuku, struck by the horrifying thought that seeing a Gran Torino in his prime will really cut All Might’s life short, hurries to say, “What year is it?”

Torino pauses. His expression darkens.

“It’s 20XX,” says Izuku, terrified of the missing answer. “Did you--did you just start teaching…?”

“I’m going to kill that boy,” says Torino, apropos of nothing.

Eep! goes Izuku’s heart. He gets to his feet, unnerved, and watches Torino lever himself upright. Gran Torino in his prime is tall, taller than even Endeavor--he thinks the Seventh is only a tad shorter. Before Izuku can witness the sheer presence Gran Torino used to exude, the Fourth draws his attention to the high-rise.

“You’re not allowed to kill All Might,” Izuku declares, too distracted to watch his words. He pulls his hood back up and over his face. “Sorry, um, I have to--”

He bolts to deal with the villains. A loud curse follows his exit, and then Gran Torino chases after him. The fight would have been a minor nuisance for Izuku, but with the added help, it’s a breeze.

Gran Torino in his prime is a nightmare in close combat. Izuku is only done knocking out two when Torino impatiently connects the dots and one-two-three-four-five men and women collapse, knocked out cold. When Torino touches down, he watches Izuku handcuff each villain to the other like a daisy chain.

“Aren’t you a little young to be a pro-hero?”

“I’m licensed.”

“Hn.”

A little awkwardly, Izuku activates the Fifth’s Quirk and gathers the cluster of villains. He doesn’t know if the nearest police precinct can hold them; too many people have broken the law in the name of survival. The country is in perpetual triage.

“Sorry,” Izuku says again, “but I need to relocate these guys.”

“Where to?”

“Somewhere else. I can call, um...” Endeavor? Is Endeavor qualified to handle a foulmouthed, time-traveling pro-hero who in his prime, could give Hawks a run for his money as the fastest hero on the registry? If Gran Torino wants to escape surveillance, then nothing can stop him.

“I’m going to follow you,” says Torino intently. “I have a feeling you’re the key to getting me back home.”

“I’m busy.”

“Too bad. I’ve been told I’m difficult to shake off.” Gran Torino pops his neck from side to side. “Thirty-some years in the future, and you know All Might. You know me. Get me up to speed, Deku, or I’ll go to U.A. and start from there.”

Izuku pales beneath his mask. If he sends Gran Torino like this to U.A., then All Might really will have a heart attack! And Izuku has no good news to tell Torino, not about the future in general, and definitely not about Torino’s own fate. “There’s a lot to cover?”

“Then let’s get to a private location.”

(A bit later…)

Gran Torino glances down at Izuku and says, “Is that a scarf?”

Izuku feels insulted on Gran Torino’s behalf. Certainly on Izuku, the cape’s ends are tattered and singed, bloodstained and pockmarked with Lady Nagant’s bullets. But on the old man, it had trailed on the ground, purposely dragging in the dust. “It’s yours. You gave it to me.”

“Well, what the hell did you do to it?”

“Ah… Funny story…”

[keiarchived]

Freshman Year

stoner!Atsumu x f!innocent!reader x stoner!Suna ft stoner!Osamu

warnings: Drug (weed), gangbang, oral (giving), anal, dubcon, fucking whilst high, university!au, sex tape, cockwarming, corruption kink, sleepy writing

words: 1.8k

To say you were inexperienced, naive and artless, they weren’t wrong. You’re the last person who would cheat on their essay and cause yet another headache to your lecturer. You’re the classic ‘goodie two shoes’ as Atsumu calls you, the same couldn’t be said about both Miya twins and Suna, however.

They are anything but good.

You should’ve listened to those whispers of warnings and rumours that made their way around the campus, how they’re the last people you’d want to get involved with despite their popularity among students. You either love them or hate them, there’s no in-between with valid reasons.

You don’t belong in their world, you know that. But it doesn’t stop Suna from wanting to strip the innocent of you. Maybe it's the way you smiled nervously at him or maybe the glare you gave Atsumu whenever he made those snarky comments, but one thing for sure is that he wants to show you what you’ve been missing.

“Suna...” It almost came out as a whine whilst your head fell back against his shoulder, dark iris swallowing those rings of colours whilst your lips parted delicately with a cute pout. “Hmm? What’s wrong?” He coo, arm resting snuggly and comfortably around your waist as he pulls you even closer to press a kiss on your temple. Chilling at the Miya’s with Suna and his friends has become a regular thing ever since your first proper encounter with him at the party, where your friend ditched you for another guy. Perhaps you should’ve seen through him before accepting his offer to keep your company that night, maybe then you could’ve avoided whatever this is between you and Suna. But would you’ve pushed him away if given the chance?

“Wan’ more...” You whimpered, earning a chuckle from the man as he peppered your cheeks with few more playful kisses before pulling away. “What do you want, princess? C’mon, use your words” Suna love to see it when you’re desperate like this in his arms, staring up at him with those bleary eyes, cheeks flustered and small hands trembling as you grasp at his jacket with wants. “Mmn... smoke... wan’ more of smoke...” You slurred between each hitched breath of yours, feeling a few pairs of eyes glued onto the both of you as Suna leaned closer after taking a drag of his blunt before letting the heavy white smoke slips past your plump lips like weightless velvet. Oh, if only you knew how alluring you are when taking every ounce of the fumes from him greedily. Close enough for both of your lips to slot together, but far away enough for a grin to tug at his lips before pulling away. “Still not used to taking it on your own hm?” Or maybe you just adore these tingles dancing against your skin every time Suna shotguns it to you, as if he’s feeding you his essence in the most sexual way possible.

“Ya babying her too much, Suna. Gonna end up spoiling her.” Atsumu wasn’t wrong, ever since his friend introduced you to an unfamiliar world of ecstasy, he has you wrapped around his fingers like a puppy on a leash. “Why not, jealous Tsumu?” You could barely listen to their conversation as a giggle slipped past your lips, Suna could still remember the time you took your first hit. Trying to copy him only for those bitter smoke tickles your throat, making you cough with tears swelling from your eyes. It was cute though, he praised you for being a good girl, done so well on your first try as he wiped away those tears before wrapping those legs around your waist to give you the fucking of your life and the rest was history.

It was Suna who got you addicted to... him.

“You bet, how come she’s always hanging off your arm when you guys aren’t even together?” Astumu scoffed as shifts from his seat, watching from the opposite sofa with a frown over his defined features. It is unfair really, how you’ve chosen Suna over anyone else. Atsumu would love to slips his arms around you once in a while too, playing with those pretty lips of yours whilst you get drunk of him instead.

Despite no strings attached between you and Suna, shaking your head no as soon as he mumbles softly under his breath, beckoning you to go sit with Atsumu but no — you didn’t want to. “Nnu...Wanna stay...” Instead, your grip tightens on the fabric of his jacket, snuggling further into him until your head is buried at the crook of his neck.

If only you’re sober enough to see the faint but taunting smug smile Suna have stretched across his lips as he shrugged at his friend, guiding you to sit properly on his lap instead with your back facing Atsumu. “Better luck next time.”

God knows how long you’ve been sitting like this, legs folded on either side of Suna’s lap as you rest against his broad shoulder. Pins and needles crawl up your numb legs, shifting with an uncomfortable whine. To think Suna would waste a perfect opportunity like this, you’d be wrong, especially when all if most of his companions are high off their heads to even notice what the two of you’re about to do. “Baby, want my cock?” Suna isn’t subtle about it either, bulge poking at your clothed core. The mention of his cock was enough to have your clouded mind runs wild, grinding against his clothes erection with an eager nod. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve cockwarm Suna in front of other souls like this, Tsumu would shuffle towards the both of your and join in occasionally. Shotgunning you with his own blunt whilst lazily as he jerks off to your moans and tangle bodies. “What happened to the sweet innocent princess we knew?

As the time you spend with Suna and the Miya twins grew, so did your confidence. Becoming more familiar with the substance than you originally were, however. It was naive of you to think you could do this properly on your own without Suna here to keep you out of trouble because you’re a big girl who knows how to take care of herself. But instead, you have taken a pretty big hit, blame Atsumu. It was his idea to lower the amount of tobacco this time around, instead of feeling the familiar high you have with Suna; this is something way stronger.

How did you end up atop of Tsumu with his cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt, you have no idea. Only remembering fragments of things he had said to you prior to this, “Suna aren’t here is he? Shame. Let me be Suna tonight for ya, baby. Ride me inside, bet I could treat ya better than ‘im, c’mon baby, don’t be shy. It’s not like he’s ya boyfrien’ or anythin’.” That’s all you could remember before a snap of Atsumu’s hips snapped you out of your thought, drawing a meal from your lips. “C’mon, baby. Don’t hide that pretty voice from me now.”

Atsumu’s little plan would’ve been a success if it wasn’t for Osamu, consider it payback. Call him selfish if you want, but seeing his twin brother knocking the breath out of your lungs sparks his jealousy. Sure he could’ve joined in easily but what’s the fun in that?

Suna has been stood by the door for a while now, watching as you desperately bounces on Atsumu’s cock and moaning his name between each of those sloppy kisses. But still, that stoic face remained unbothered, maybe a twitch here and there but nothing major, the completely opposite of what Samu thought he would do. After all, despite Suna saying he doesn’t care nor does he wants you, everyone knows how much he cares for you enough to keep you around for as long as he has. Instead, Suna approached the two of you. Yanking your head up those sweaty locks of yours whilst you could barely register the shift in his eyes, “You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you? Just wanted an excuse to fuck Tsumu.”

He wasn’t wrong, both Miya twins shares the same face and it is hared to ignore their handsome features after all.

Osamu was dumbfounded when Suna positioned himself behind you instead, not only did he not have a good go at Tsumu but at the end decide to join too before prepping your rear end the best way he can before inching in, frowning as he does. “Fuck... just as I expected. You’re so fucking, right baby”

Neither one of them paid attention to Samu before Suna caught him palming at his jeans, only then did he come closer with his cock freed with one hand whilst the other holding a phone and hit record. You should see the way your lips parts whenever you’re close or the complete fucked our expression that suits you so well, no worries though; Samu will keep a good record seeing as how well you take all three of them together with Samu’s cock lodge deeply down your throat, stuffing you full with all ends.

At least this time you are not the only one who’s slurring nonsense as you came, Tsumu was the first one to pump you full of his cum first then it was Samu and lastly Suna. Showering you in praises and kisses before the younger Miya twin decides to take up the aftercare duty upon himself since Tsumu has already blacked out and Suna doesn’t look that far off either with the remaining blunt in his hand.

Samu is the gentlest of them all, washing you carefully as though you’re a glass doll. Having you put on one of his shirts and setting you on the kitchen counter whilst he cooks, earning small nods and hums from you whenever he asks you a question. Samu’s surprise you even managed to hold yourself this well before finally crashing against his shoulder, it was a struggle to get you to eat some food and drink some water but he did anyway.

Only for Suna to snatch you away again with a wave of his hand and a pat on his lap, you practically scrambled out from Samu’s arms and into Suna’s chest. Snuggling comfortably against him with a content smile on your face.

At the end of the day, you are Suna’s precious little princess. He’s the one who shown how to roll a joint, how to smoke from a bong and be a little rebellious. The Miyas twins could hook up with you as many times as they want, but he knows you’d be running back to him as soon as it is over.

Tag list: @m-mortimer @selfishwitch @sleepyrintaro @cxnicalsweetheart

[cafedanslanuit]

♡   —   pairing: eren x reader

♡   —   tags/warnings: mentions of cheating and alcohol. side aruani and yumihisu. honestly just a feel-good fic, with humour and fluff <3

♡   —   a/n:  honestly, this is the most “romantic comedy” fic i’ve ever written and i love it <3 shout out to @ofoceansandtombstones​ that beta read this one mwah thank u

♡   —   masterlist

There was an ill taste in your mouth that wouldn’t go away, no matter how many drinks you had. And you already had more than a few. From your spot on the table, you could see your friends dancing and having the time of their lives. You really wished you could join them. Nevertheless, you had wasted all your energy forcing a smile and clapping along during the ceremony. Once you had arrived at the hotel reception with the rest of the guests, you had slid a bill to a kind waitress and told her to keep the drinks coming. 

Ymir and Historia were dancing in front of you. Stoic, sour-faced Ymir couldn’t help but smile as her sweet girlfriend twirled and giggled, her cheeks red and eyes just the tiniest bit unfocused. Next to them, Sasha, Jean and Connie were owning the dance floor, moving in sync to the happy music. A grin formed on your face as you saw Connie lifting Sasha up and her almost falling to the floor. Jean was holding his stomach as he laughed loudly.

On a nearby table, Mikasa looked over at them, a small smile on his lips. She was sitting next to her girlfriend, who was holding her hand as they watched their friends dance. You saw her girlfriend leaning over to her and whispering something in her ear, to which she chuckled. It was so strange -and so beautiful- to see Mikasa laugh that it took you aback. And apparently, also the girl she was with, because her lips slightly parted as she watched her in awe.

“How’s the party animal doing?”

You looked up and saw Eren staring down at you with a funny expression. He was wearing black dress pants and a white shirt. The first two buttons were undone, and he was carrying his suit jacket over his shoulder and a beer on his other hand.

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye out for everyone,” you replied with a shrug. Eren scoffed and took the seat next to you on the empty table, leaving his jacket on the nearest chair.

“I mean, I know attending your ex’s wedding isn’t bound to be a good time, but you’d think you would try to put on a happy face.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hey, at least I’m here.”

“After Mikasa tried her best to convince you during a whole week,” he said. You turned your head to Eren, eyes wide open. “What? Of course she told me.”

“That little… That’s it, I’m going to tell her girlfriend about that one time Mikasa got drunk with us,” you muttered angrily, standing up. Eren was quicker and pulled you back to your seat.

“You and Armin broke up a year ago. Why are you so upset he’s moving on?”

Before you could answer, the music stopped and the dance floor erupted in applause. Eren and you watched as Armin and Annie walked in between their guests, greeting everyone as they made their way to the bride and groom table, covered with a pearl cloth and decorated with the finest flowers. Every detail screamed elegance and you knew Armin had been the one to decide most of it. It had his taste written in every napkin and strategically placed flower.

Armin’s smile was almost too big for his face and if you had to guess, those small red marks on the external corner of his eyes meant he had been crying just a few minutes ago. You rolled your eyes. So sentimental. On the other hand, Annie’s smile was far less noticeable, but for someone who always repressed her public displays of emotions as much, that little smile must have felt heavenly to her new husband.

Husband. You took a big gulp of your drink.

“I’m telling you this because I care for you,” Eren said, redirecting your attention to him. “You’re looking like a petty ex.”

“Rather be petty than a cheater,” you shrugged, finishing your drink. You gestured to the waitress and she immediately walked to you, handing you a full glass. Thanking her, you wasted no time in taking a sip.

Eren’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Armin never told you why we broke up, right?”

Eren scooted his chair closer to you and you bit back a laugh.

“He said you just weren’t good together,” he said, trying to remember his friend’s words. “And you said something similar when I asked you back then. Where does this ‘cheating’ thing come from?”

You let out a long sigh. “Maybe it wasn’t cheating. Not by definition, at least. But when your boyfriend starts dating someone else a week after you broke up a two-year-long relationship and he gets engaged four months later… you draw your own conclusions,” you explained, taking another sip of your drink and making a grimace. “Fuck, this one’s strong.”

After not getting a response from Eren for a long moment, you finally turned to look for his emerald eyes. You could almost see the numbers flying around his mind, trying to make sense of everything you had just told him. It was endearing.

“Wait, no-- wait,” Eren gestured at you with his hand. He stopped himself again and took a sip of his beer. “The first time Armin told me about Annie was in February. I remember it clearly. We were shopping for Mikasa’s birthday gift and then he went to pick something for Annie. And you guys broke up around Halloween, that’s the time I found you crying-- in Jean's backyard during our costume party.”

“We had a big fight at that party. We hadn’t broken up,” you clarified with a smirk. “He broke up with me after Mikasa’s birthday party. The same party he convinced me not to attend.”

Eren’s face dropped once all the pieces clicked together. He turned his body to look at the bride and groom table, where Armin and Annie were taking a sip of their champagne glasses and talking to each other enthusiastically, while the rest of their guests kept dancing.

“That son of a bitch,” he breathed out. You burst out laughing at his reaction. “No, I mean it! I really thought you had broken up during that Halloween party! You didn’t upload any more photos together, I don’t even remember even seeing you together--”

“I told you, we were fighting and… not in the mood for photos or public dates. Most of those months were spent at his apartment, fighting over really, really stupid things or just not texting each other for days,” you explained. “Honestly, when he broke up with me he made the decision I was too afraid to take. He was right, we weren’t good for each other anymore. But... fuck,” you chuckled icily. “I wish he would have broken up with me before getting with Annie.”

Eren listened in silence, his eyes still on his friend. You gave him time as you kept drinking, your gaze drifting to your friends again. You really wished you could have the energy to join them and forget Armin and Annie. It was true you didn’t love him anymore, yet seeing them together only made you remember how you had been fooled by someone you thought loved you the most.

You had had many dates ever since, but no one ever stuck. It was fun, getting someone’s attention for a couple of weeks, but then you couldn’t help but ghost them, putting up shitty excuses like wanting to focus on yourself and not having enough time to spare with them. You had lost so many amazing opportunities with both boys and girls that a couple of months ago you had decided to stop dating at all. It was lonely for sure, but at least you didn’t find yourself feeling guilty for not being able to open yourself up emotionally for someone else.

“Want to get back at him?”

You turned to Eren so fast you almost hurt your neck.

“What?”

“I have an idea. Just play along,” he explained, standing up.

“Eren, hey, what are you--”

“Everybody! If you could give me a minute please!”

You watched horrified as your friends started turning to you and Eren, confused at the commotion. Eren kept waving his hand, gathering more and more people’s attention, Armin and Annie included. He even gestured to the DJ to lower the music and she complied. In a few seconds, all the guests of the party were looking at you, who was still sitting down with a confused expression, a drink in your hand. Once he deemed enough people were looking at him, you saw him fumbling with his hands nervously.

“Eren,” you called for him again in a whisper, but all he did was take the drink you had in your hands and put it on the table.

“Sorry for interrupting, I know a lot of you were having a lot of fun dancing. But all I’m asking is one minute of your time. I hope that’s okay with you guys,” he grinned back to the bride and groom table, where they were as confused as all the guests around. “I have something really important to say.”

“Eren, no, you can’t tell them about--”

“No, no, give me a moment,” he hushed you again. The DJ walked to both of you and handed an inalambric microphone to Eren.

You didn’t like how devilish his smile turned.

“Great, thanks, this is much better,” he told the DJ, who just kindly smiled at him. “Anyway, I don’t want to take much of the bride and groom’s time, so I’ll try to be concise. The thing is…” he said, turning to face you. “I love you.”

Your mouth flew open as you heard multiple gasps coming from the guests. Yet, you couldn’t bother with looking anywhere but Eren’s eyes. What was he doing? Since when did he have feelings for you? If he wanted to say something, he could have easily said something a few minutes ago, when--

Just play along.

Oh.

Your questioning glare turned into a big smile and you noticed Eren softly nodding at you.

“You already know how much I love you. Honestly, I never get tired of telling you so. And hiding our love from our friends has probably been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Sorry about that, Mikasa,” he said, gesturing to the woman.

You could imagine your friend’s dumbfounded face, but you knew better than to turn and check for yourself. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your laughter.

“So I’m here in front of all our friends and some other guests I don’t know to ask a simple question.”

In a swift movement, Eren got down on one knee. Your hand flew to cover your mouth, trying your best to hide any trace of laughing on your face. The flash of the cameras startled you for a moment, but that only meant Eren’s plan was working. The excited murmurs and squeals only fueled Eren, as he pulled up a ring and showed it to you. You immediately recognized it as one of the rings he had been wearing a few moments ago. 

“Would you marry me?”

A huge, honest grin made its way to your face and you nodded quickly. You grabbed the microphone Eren was holding and spoke right into it.

“Yes, I’ll marry you!”

You hadn’t listened to a crowd erupting in applause and cheers as loud as the guests at Armin’s wedding when Eren slid his ring on your finger. Once again, the flash of the cameras were right into the both of you as you leaped into his arms. He stood up while holding your body close to him, even giving you a small spin and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

When he finally put you down, the music resumed and all your friends began running to the both of you.

“You’re fucking crazy,” you whispered to Eren, holding his face between your hands. He laughed.

“Kinda ruined the reception, huh?”

“When the fuck did this happen?” Jean inquired as soon as he reached you.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” Sasha whined, with a small pout. “But congratulations!” she quickly followed, hugging you tightly. As you hugged her back, you felt someone taking the hand that was now wearing Eren’s ring.

“This is one of your rings,” she noted, shooting Eren a dirty glance. He lifted his hands in surrender.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this! But I will get her a prettier one soon,” he said, winking at you. You laughed and shook your head.

“Nah, I like this one,” you replied. You shared a knowing grin and soon it was Connie’s turn to hug you.

While you were hugging your friend back, you saw in the corner of your eye Armin getting up from the table and starting to walk to both of you. Your smile immediately vanished from your face and once Eren caught it and followed your eye trail, he understood the reason why. You heard him mutter a curse before he pulled you from Connie’s embrace.

“Well, we’d love to stay, but my fiancée and I want some time alone.”

“C’mon, you haven’t told us yet how you got together!” Sasha complained.

“Next time, we promise,” you hurriedly assured her.

Eren picked his suit jacket from the table and before Armin could reach your group, you quickly walked away, exiting the hotel. Eren whistled to a taxi and you jumped inside, telling the man behind the wheel to drive. Loud laughter filled the vehicle as soon as it began moving.

“How-- how did you even have this idea?” you asked him, holding your stomach as you laughed. “Dude, Armin looked so upset, we totally stole his thunder.”

“That was the plan,” Eren shrugged, a winning smirk on his lips. “Knowing the gang, everybody’s going to be talking about us and the engagement for the rest of the party.”

“Remind me to never have you as an enemy,” you chuckled, leaning back on the car seat. Letting out a long sigh, you took off Eren’s ring and handed it to him.

He shook his head. “Nah, keep it. As a souvenir of today,” he winked.

“Thank you,” you smiled. You put the ring on your thumb this time, since it was too big for your ring finger anyway. “You didn’t have to do this at all, and yet--”

“It’s okay,” he assured you.

“No, really. It’s just-- I’ve been having a tough time since the breakup,” you admitted. “To have you doing this for me means a lot. Makes me feel someone really cares for me. I never said anything to anyone back then because Annie is also a part of the group and I thought…”

Eren leaned his head towards you.

“You thought…?”

“I thought you would pick her too. It’s stupid, I know,” you shrugged, turning your head to Eren. “But Armin had just broken up with me and a week later he was already in public with Annie. Back then, I thought everyone knew we had just broken up and if no one had said anything was because they didn’t care. So I just… stopped hanging out with all of you as much as I did before.”

“Yeah, I noticed that,” he muttered.

“You did?”

Eren nodded. “That’s why I asked Mikasa to pressure you into coming to the wedding. I hadn’t seen you in a while.”

“You could have just asked me to hang out, you know,” you teased him. Eren chuckled, pushing some of his loose hairs behind his ear.

“I think we know by now I don’t take the conventional route.”

“Yeah, all of the guests know that too,” you quipped, making both of you laugh.

This time, when the laughter came to an end, you realized how close your faces were. Your noses were almost brushing as you both were lying your heads on the back of the car seat. You looked into Eren’s emerald eyes and noticed he wasn’t looking away from yours either. Was it the alcohol that made his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink? If it was, then you could say the warmth crawling up your face was its fault too. It had to be the alcohol, or else, you would have to also ponder about the reason your heart was beating out of your chest at having your friend so close to you. He was handsome, he had always been and you knew this. But why were you losing all your composure just now?

A brief look at Eren's lips gave your thoughts away and, in less than two seconds, he was pressing his lips against yours.

For a spur-of-the-moment kiss, as you thought this one was, it was rather soft. Eren kissed you as if he thought you were the most expensive and fragile thing he had ever seen. But of course, this was just a product of the adrenaline and the fact that -as far as you knew- he hadn’t been dating anyone as well, right?

Your small theory crashed and burnt when you felt his hand softly cradling the side of your face. No. This wasn’t an adrenaline kiss, neither one that you gave without a thought. Maybe it had been unprompted and maybe you hadn’t seen it coming, but it sure as hell seemed he did. Eren’s lips gilded against your with ease, revealing a soft tenderness you didn’t know he possessed. You kissed him back, matching his rhythm as you softly pressed your hand against his chest.

Eren pulled away from you softly, and if his longing eyes were any indicator, a bit reluctantly.

“Hi,” he breathed out, making you grin widely.

“Hi,” you replied. You gently caressed his cheek with the knuckles of the hand that was previously resting on his chest. Eren took it and kissed your palm, making your heart flutter.

“Sorry to interrupt kids, but where are we heading?”

The voice of the taxi driver startled you, making you pull away from Eren. He chuckled at your reaction and then looked back at the man.

“Take us to that pizza place near the central park. Gotta have a celebratory dinner with my fiancée,” he said cheekily, taking your hand into his. You squeezed his hand back, his ring digging a little on your skin.

“So young and engaged already? Congrats!” the driver said, turning left and heading towards the direction Eren had given him.

“Thank you!” you smiled brightly at Eren while he took your joint hands to his mouth and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

A part of you knew you weren’t taking that ring off anytime soon.

[that-otome-potato]

Happy Birthday, Lancer!~

It's @lancermylove's birthday! (Or soon will be... I could very well be early haha.)

I was planning on drawing something for your birthday, but my days got away from me. I hope you like this tribute to your day of birth more!

Kei x Reader

Suggestive towards the end, but otherwise sweetness and fluff. ~*~

Walking into Starless, you got used to certain things always happing, to the extent of becoming a norm. Smiles and greetings from the cast members in varying levels of excitement, including Unei. His was usually followed by hurried footsteps as he approached to ask your assistance in one task or another before someone else caught your attention.

This was always Kei. If he saw Unei attempting to get your help in any way, he would always cup your shoulders with both of his strong hands and steer you away to another room in the shop. There, he would sit you down, ask you about your day, offer sustenance, et cetra.

Today, however, you were not greeted by his shining smile or twinkling blue eyes and you felt your shoulders slump slightly and a sigh escape your lips. Out of everyone, you looked forward to seeing him the most - as one usually would when it was their boyfriend doing said greeting. It was your birthday after all.

"Where's Kei?" You asked Unei when he approached, a question on his lips.

"He texted Haseyama, saying he wouldn't be here today. Errands of some kind from what I understand. He chose a good day to do so since we didn't have a performance planned..."

Everything else Unei said fell on deaf ears. Kei wasn't here today? You pulled out your phone to send him a text about it, but paused with your fingers hovering over the keyboard on your phone screen. Perhaps he really did have errands. Surely he would be back tomorrow. Memories of last year threatened to take hold of him disappearing for months on end, but you shook your head to scatter them like fallen leaves.

"Ok, I guess I'll just see him tomorrow then. What did you need help with, Unei? Best take advantage of it while he isn't here, right?" You gave the young man the best smile you could manage.

~*~

Several hours later, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket followed by a ding, notifying you that you had received a message. When you pulled your phone out to see who had sent it, you saw Kei's name and felt excitement bubble up to your cheeks, taking the corners of your lips with it.

You quickly excused yourself from the project you'd been working on with Unei and escaped to the stairway on the far side of the backstage area where you could get some privacy. When you cast your gaze around, looking for any spying eyes, you quickly unlocked your phone.

"Dearest Princess - I'm sorry I wasn't there to greet you when you went to the shop today. I had some very important errands to do today and only just now finished them. I was working on a surprise for you for your birthday and wanted them to be perfect.

"Please meet my chauffer outside Starless in five minutes. He will bring you to me. - Kei" A flush of excitement came to your cheeks at the idea of Kei doing something like that for your birthday.

Flying to the management office as if your feet had wings, you tell Unei that you had to leave, grabbed up all the gifts that you had been given by the other cast members throughout the day, and hurried to the front door of the shop. You didn't see the soft, knowing smile that Unei gave you.

~*~

The second the toe of your shoe settled on the concrete walk in front of the building the shop was in, you see a black stretch limo before you, all of the tinted windows were dark as night. At the back passenger side door, stood Kei's driver in his smart uniform suit and a smile.

"Good afternoon, Miss. Are you ready?" You nodded your head vigorously in reply, which made the older man chuckle. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a soft looking scarf. "Kei requested that you use this to cover your eyes. Can't have the surprise being ruined, now can we?"

Despite raising one eyebrow in suspicion, you took the indeed soft cloth and wrapped it around your eyes. The gentleman then helped you sit in the seat before closing the door and moving away from you. Several moments later, you felt the vehicle moving.

This continued for a while, with multiple turns and failed attempts at conversing the destination from the kindly driver.

Eventually, the vehicle came to a stop. A moment later, far sooner than it would have taken the driver to move around from his seat to your door, said door opened and you felt a warm finger on your arm to get your attention.

"You made it."

A different kind of heat from the flush earlier, consumed you at the deep voice you heard. Perhaps it was because your vision was blocked, causing your body to react more strongly than usual to the timbre. It was certainly a different reaction than usual to the sound of his voice, but not unwelcome.

"Kei-"

His comforting hand wrapped around your offered limb to help you climb out of the vehicle.

The moment the door was closed behind you, the limo drove off to destination unknown. Once you both were alone, Kei moved around to face you before releasing your hand. You could feel him move close, the tip of your nose touching his bare chest as he reached around behind you to untie the scarf. He didn't need to be so close to do so, but you weren't about to complain at being so close to him. When you inhaled, you took in the scent that was uniquely him and felt a calm come over you that always calmed your ails.

"You can open your eyes, you know." Kei's voice rumbled from before you when he pulled back, taking the scarf with him.

You did and was met with a peek of bare chest, barely covered by a mesh shirt. You took a step back to look at him better and saw the black with gold accents of his the costume he wore for his Treasured performance.

'My favorite...' You took your lower lip between your teeth unconsciously as you admired the view before you. Kei chuckled at your appreciation and leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek.

"I knew this was your favorite and borrowed it for the day since it's your special day."

You looked up at him with a smile and he stared at you for a moment before leaning down to place a warm, lasting kiss on your lips. You felt goosebumps form on your arms at the feeling, arousal threatening to grow stronger the longer the kiss lasted. A moment before you were about to moan, he pulled back with a smirk.

He reached up to cup your cheek, thumbing your downturned lips to massage it away. "There will always be time for more of that later, my love. Right now, it's your birthday and I plan on celebrating it."

You reached your hand up to run a finger approvingly along different parts of the costume. "What did you have planned?"

When you cast your gaze up to meet his, it was met with blue eyes filled with playfulness and love. "It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you."

"But you've already surprised me by going this far. The rest is just a bonus."

His hair swayed in the light breeze landing perfectly back in place as if the wind's fingers combed through his golden locks. Your hands itched to do the same. "Just wait and see."

He finally stepped from in front of you to reveal a beautiful park space, filled with flowers of all colors. The beauty of the space was breathtaking in its perfection.

"Where are we?" Over the time since you first came to town and found Starless, you'd been all over but had never found such a gem in the city.

"An... acquaintance of mine told me their summer garden was blooming, so I asked if I could borrow their estate for the afternoon and they agreed."

This caught your attention. "You borrowed their home?"

"Vacation home, really."

The large rainbow botanical garden sat nestled up to the side of a two story, brick home that looked very old. "This is bigger than the home I grew up in! It's just a vacation home?"

Kei just nodded before taking your hand to direct you towards the middle of the grounds, rubbing his thumb in circles over your flesh, sending zings of sensation with every pass. Once you reached the center, you fund an intimate table for two was set up with lit candles and a bouquet of flowers on the table setting of one side. When the two of you reached the quaint setting, Kei picked up the bouquet and handed it to you.

Pulling the bouquet up to your nose, Kei released your hand to move to your other side so he could pull the chair out for you. You smiled in appreciation as you sat down.

The moment Kei settled in his own chair, a tuxedoed butler began bringing out food and drink from inside the house. Fine wine, warm bread and three dainty appetizers started off the meal. When those were done, a man and woman in tuxedos brought out two plates with filet minion wrapped with bacon, steamed vegetables on a light sauce. You watched the two individuals place the plates before both of you, but you could feel Kei's eyes on you and only you.

During your many dates over the last year, whenever he had the time, he always took you to the finest dining the city had to offer. This time, however, was better than anything you had eaten at any of the places he had taken you. It took every ounce of strength to take everything slow and savor every morsel.

In his way, Kei knew what you were thinking and already had a response before you could say anything. "I brought in a two Michelin star chef to put this together. I hope you are enjoying it."

That made you pause for a moment. Michelin star chefs were highly trained and much sought after. What did he have to pay to do all this? "Kei, you didn't have to do all this, you know. Please don't think I don't appreciate the effort you put into this, but it's too much."

"You are worth every penny. I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you being brought into this world since I can't thank your parents."

You looked down at your half-eaten plate to contemplate his words. Any further protest would, not only be rude to Kei, but also ignored. Once Kei had his mind set on something, he didn't deviate. 'I should just enjoy this.' You smiled at him again and continued eating the food that tasted like a dream.

After the main course, the plates were removed and a plate with a white ramekin of chocolate soufflé was placed before you. Next to the ramekin was a quenelle of vanilla bean ice cream on the side with a sprig of mint added as decoration.

When the entire meal was finished, you felt as if you could have died right then and there and have been happy. Well, almost happy. There was one more thing that would have made the night even better.

You jumped when Kei took your hand in his again. "I hope you aren't thinking that just because dinner is finished that this is the end of the night."

Kei reached into his pocket and pulled out a small light blue box with a white ribbon with his free hand and handed it to you. It was roughly the size and shape of a ring box and anxiousness started to fill you. 'Is he proposing??'

"Will you open it or just stare at it?"

Your cheeks warmed at his words and you opened it awkwardly with one hand and let out a small gasp. Inside was a teardrop cut Peridot in a diamond and platinum setting pendant, strung on a fine platinum chain.

"Kei, I..."

Kei stood and moved around to stand behind you. He took the pendant from the box, mindful of the chain, and secured the clasp behind your neck.

He placed his hands on your shoulder and leaned in so his lips were right next to your ear, his warm breath warming you from the inside. "The only thing, from this whole night, that I ask is that you wear this and only this while we make love tonight in every room of the house behind us."

[ncitygirls]

yours - jaemin x f reader

fluff, smut, bffs2lovers, 3k

before joining you to your cousin’s wedding, jaemin had made a big deal about not being properly invited. as always, mark kept true to his habit of innocently causing trouble when it suited him. ‘i’m like family! where’s my invite!’ but it was hard to fault mark, because of course jaemin had been invited. somehow, his parents neglected to inform him that your cousin had rightfully assumed jaemin would know he was included in the na family’s invite. you said nothing though. especially when jaemin had briefly explained the reason for his displeasure. ‘we deserve our own invite, y/n. one for us together.’ which made no sense at all, because you’re just friends. you’re not together. however you had no idea you were alone in thinking that.

you see, jaemin was more acquainted with your family than some of your own relatives. he was invited to christmases, weddings, birthdays. basically any and all occasions your family saw fit to celebrate, jaemin was in attendance. yet surprisingly, even after having grown up alongside you and mark, a few of your more distant cousins were more than happy to express their displeasure with his more forward placed seat. because, like you keep reminding everybody: jaemin is just your best friend. but apparently, best friends didn’t reserve the rights to things you gave to jaemin. not in your extended family’s eyes. not that yours and mark’s family cared.

yet in the end, like most things regarding you, jaemin knew his attendance tonight had been a mistake. but not because of the petty feud his presence birthed in the lee lineage. oh no. it’s because, unlike most nights jaemin spends in your company - with your hair strewn about, mascara permanently smudged, and a lazy grin etched on - tonight, you were his least favourite kind of y/n. the one where he can’t help but follow you with his eyes, watch the placement of your feet, enjoy the shrill tone of your cackle. throughout the night, jaemin had found himself warmed by the way you drag your balled up fist over your made up eye, how you sing along to songs you don’t know the words to, how you wobble in your heels before you cling to him.

jaemin makes the mistake of enjoying you a bit too much. how you scowl as your relatives chat shit a bit too loud for you liking, how you make a scene of conspicuously covering his ears, unaware of how unbothered he is. how you try so hard to make him happy, in the smallest and largest of ways. so he drags you into a dance when you move to walk over, ready to rip your own blood a new one. “i’m gonna kill ‘em.”

“no,” he states simply, one of his hands slipping from your hand to your waist. “dance with me.”

“who do they think they are!” your voice adopts an unsettling shrillness that he can’t help but chuckle at. it even throws his head back. “why are you so happy? you should be mad!”

“because i don’t care,” he shrugs, tightening his hold on you slightly. “i’m here- you’re here. why would i not be happy?”

“you’re such a fucking leo.”

he still doesn’t know what that means, but he laughs anyway, happy that your deduction seemed to satisfy you. you eventually calm down, a peace settling over you as he spins you lazily around the dance floor. there’s some early 2000s track playing, one definitely unfitting for the way he’s swaying you. but you pay it no mind, speaking softly as he presses his cheek to the crown of your head.

“when do you wanna head up?” up, meaning the hotel room your relatives are also wound up about. it was intended for the bridal party and far travelled guests, neither of which they are. and neither of which you are. but you were your cousin’s favourite. and so was he. so naturally, you two had one reserved. even your parents had opted to stay at a cottage a couple roads over. “i think the boys are all gone already.”

he notes the guilt tainting your tone, knowing how drained jaemin grew from both physical and social interactions of any kind. so you knew well what his answer would be. “when you’re ready.”

“okay,” slipping out of his hold, you drag him over to the newly married couple. you exchange brief goodnights and grateful tidings before he excuses himself to find the jacket of his tuxedo. the search doesn’t take long, his eyes landing on the black coat a few seconds after parting. he does give himself a breather though, his knees cracking as the seat holding his jacket readily carries his weight. he doesn’t dare shut his eyes, knowing full well he’ll fall victim to his fatigue. so instead, he let’s them follow the one thing that always occupies his mind, that can keep him up all night. he finds you far quicker than he did his coat, the pink satin of your dress falling half way down your calf as you skipped over to bid some other guests farewell. he sighs happily, glad you never force him into such tedious pleasantries. you learnt a long time ago that while impossibly affectionate, jaemin’s social clock ticked a few hours faster than any one else’s. so by your timing, it had probably expired a little after the vows. it took a little bit of getting used to, but it also meant for quicker farewells and a speedier exit.

it’s only now jaemin realises this was a mistake. because before he ever gets his breather, less from you, but all the feelings that come from being with you, you’re at his side. he’s learned how not to cease up at your touch anymore. instead, linking his fingers with yours when they rest gently on his shoulder. when he peeks up at you, his eyes blinded less by the party lighting and more by your tired smile, he knows not to sigh, forcing down his body’s natural response to your attention. but when you tug at his hands, bringing him to stand, whispering a-

“let’s go home, yeah?”

he knows this isn’t a mistake. this is torture.

it’s how you pour him a tall, ice cold glass of domesticity with every meal. your hand wrapped in his as you lead him through the hotel. you slip out of your heels somewhere between the lobby and the elevator, grinning up at him as he takes them from you. jaemin even curses himself, his body responding to your needs unthinkingly. he tries to calm his beating heart by counting the floors, his eyes following the analog dial as you lean against his shoulder, fiddling with his cuffs.

“do you want them off?” you ask softly, barely a touch louder than the elevator music. he nods, though your gel nails are already picking at the gold, removing them with ease. “gimme the other one.” he inhales deeply, cursing whoever gave you to him. well, not really. you weren’t really his. but god did you act like it.

your hands slip into his pocket for the room key before slipping back into his hand. he just follows you out, caught in a happy daze as you take him ‘home’. you struggle a bit with the key card, trying it every which way before he leans into you, wrapping his arm around you as he reaches for the card. “the arrow’s pointing this way,” his thumb nail presses on the black arrow indicating the direction you have to push it. he doesn’t see you roll your eyes, but he guesses you do. so he presses his lips to your temple in apology. “you’ll get it next time.”

“piss off,” you laugh, pushing the door open when it clicks. he throws the heels and jacket on a chair by the door before collapsing onto the adjacent couch, his body ready to succumb to his dire need for rest. he can just about hear you rustling through the bags in the bathroom, your feet padding around on the linoleum. when it muffles slightly, he figures out immediately what you’ve returned for when you stop between his thighs. “thank you,” you sigh, his fingers already pinching at the zip on your dress. it sits low at the base of your spine, the back of the dress leaving you completely exposed. he’d taken to placing his hand there all night, his fingers gliding up and down the skin whenever he got the chance. when it’s down, his eyes linger on your hips, the top of your panties peeking out before you slap his knee.

“what?”

“the necklace,” your back is still turned, hair blocking his view. “please?” you add, hand smoothing over the skin of his knee.

“come here,” he pulls you down to sit between his thighs, his legs parting to make space for you. you land with a huff, quickly realising you haven’t sat down all night. jaemin realises this too, your neck craning a bit further to the side than necessary as he tucks your hair over your shoulder. “you okay?”

“mhm,” you hum, squeezing his thigh. “just a bit sleepy.”

“a bit?” he laughs, a little breathless as he gathers the chain he got you one christmas. “i think you’ve earned a good sleep.” he surmises, hands squeezing your shoulders gently. “but you know you were a guest today, right? not the planner?”

“yeah?” turning onto your knees, you glare down at him. “someone had to sort my uncle out, he was steaming!”

“yes, true,” he laughs. “just make sure you’re not doing that at my wedding.”

you feign surprise at that, “i’m invited to your wedding?”

“of course,” his hands squeeze yours earnestly before he whispers, “can’t have my wedding without the bride, can i-”

“fuck off!” his cackles chase you out the room. while you wash up, he makes quick work of his tux, throwing his slacks over the back of the couch, his thumbs slowly unhooking each of his buttons. a true man of leisure, he’s in all but his socks and draws when you return. “all done!” you sing, throwing the dress down as you reappear in an oversized t-shirt. he recognises it almost immediately from uni. it’s his soccer team’s jersey. it has his number on the back.

“finally,” he whines, pushing you aside as he makes his way inside, quickly locking the door to avoid your attacks. he goes to reach for his wash bag just to find the reason he did already waiting unpacked. in a small cup on the side is his toothbrush, resting sweetly beside yours. he ignores the hygienic implications of this and skips right to the romantic. because, while jaemin thinks and often dreams of placing your first name with his last, and while he spends most of his free time with you, and while he would take any number of bullets for you, he still can’t for the life of him figure you out. even after he bombards you with affection, praise, teasing, flirting, kisses. you’re still just you. making him just him.

and that’s fine, if that’s what you want. but he’s not sure he truly knows what it is you want. and this gets him thinking about the little things. how his hand is seldom empty in your presence. how you never think of him second, always first. how you want to be with him always. moments like now, when he returns to find you hanging his tux on its hanger, encasing it in its protective sleeve. his arms slip around your waist, pulling you flush against him. and you melt instantly, resting in his embrace. “thanks,” he mumbles, lips pressing gently to your shoulder.

“‘is okay,” you hum, hanging it over the back of the door before resting your hands over his. see, hands never empty when you’re near. he sways you back and forth, his heart beating gently into your back as you lean into him. “did you have fun?” you ask, squeezing at his forearms, “i know we probably stayed later than you’d like-”

“it was great.” see, always putting him first. “did you want to stay longer?”

“not without you.” see, how you want to be with him always. he wonders how you don’t see it. how you don’t see you’re killing him. “come on,” you mumble, shutting off the light as you blindly drag him to bed. jaemin has an annoying habit of following you in, his body shuffling in after yours, rather than separating and meeting in the middle. it doesn’t allow you much room, by the time you reach your side, he’s encased you in his arms, legs, even his head, his chin slotting itself in the crook of your neck. “nana?”

“hm?”

“i’m sorry about today,” the apology doesn’t shock him, but rather your disappointment. “you’re more like family to mark and i than they ever were. tonight was just proof of that.”

“it’s okay,” he squeezes you a touch harder, trying to decipher whether your words harm or soothe the growing hole in his heart. “i can’t say i don’t see where they’re coming from.”

“what d’you mean?”

“i dunno,” he starts, thinking as his lips press to the back of your neck. “i guess i’d be confused by us too,” he mutters against your skin.

“how so?” you press, turning in his hold, gazing up at him. his eyes are more than used to the dark now as he gazes back down at you. you’re tucked right up to him, the covers strewn over your lower halves. he rests his temple on his palm, elbow pressed into the mattress as you fiddle with his fingers. “what’s confusing?”

he shrugs as best he can, watching his hand in yours. “i dunno,” he repeats, grinning when you huff. “i just- i think it’s hard for people to get that i’m your friend,” he tries, “just your friend.”

“what else would you be?” what else? what else?!

“i dunno,” he repeats for the third time, though he knows exactly what you’d be. but you don’t need to know that. not when you seemed so happy, so satisfied with how things are already. and that’s what’s most important to him. your happiness. and jaemin couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t happy with how things are either, he just knows there could be more to you both, more to this. more to him than being your best friend. but maybe it’s for another night. like he tells himself every time you push a topic you’re not remotely ready to breach. “let’s forget it-”

“no,” he flinches, just preparing to settle down for sleep. “am i missing something? if i am, just tell me.”

“i-” he drops his forehead to yours then. he’s so close, your eyes have to cross just for you to see him. it’s only when he rises you see a change in him. a nervous jaemin isn’t one you’re use to. it’s one that you would rather never see, it truly worries you. especially as he agrees, a small “okay,” leaving him before he kisses the tip of your nose, his lips barely puckered as they meet the skin. he grins as he does, his teeth gleaming in the moonlit room, his eyes open just wide enough to see you. his lips drop to your cheek, warming as your skin does. he hovers there as your hand tightens on his arm, clinging to him. he daren’t move, afraid the slightest jolt will wake him, drag him right out of this sleepless dream. when your grip loosens, he drops his head until he’s right by your mouth, his lips daringly puckering before he presses them to the corner of your lips. he stills as yours do too, your soft lips, now embalmed in his memory, pressing there ever so gently before he rises once more. he waits a second, watching the smallest of shivers rack through you before he dips again, lips falling to your neck. he smiles against your skin, overjoyed as you subtly crane your neck. his teeth drag over your skin as he journeys down the column of your neck, your hands gripping onto him a touch harder when he stops.

his fingers glide along the skin of your side, thumb pressing into the dip of your waist. he stops short of your chest, locked mid motion as he watches you breathe. there is no haste in his movements. no need to rush anything. no need to hurry. all there is, is a beat. a steady one in his chest. one that holds him here, one where he can’t move, can’t bring himself to test the waters you’ve just dared he enter. not even as the pads of your fingers glide along the warm skin of his neck, nails dragging through his nape, silently daring him to move. he pants over your chest, a lazy grin pulling at his mouth as you ask him again-

“what else would you be, jaem?”

he moves unthinkingly. as his dampened lips meet the hardened nub through your t-shirt, sucking on you through the aged material. his rolls his teeth gently, his fingers at your side finding your neglected nipple as you whine out for him. he feels himself slipping into delirium, caught somewhere between a dream and reality, unsure where exactly he’d rather be. he decides it doesn’t matter, not when you’re there. here. with him. letting him touch you in ways he never really thought possible. ways jaemin only ever imagined, only ever let himself surrender to in the dead of night. in the solitude of his own shameful company. he never thought of this. not really.

he had hoped, maybe even prayed, but never truly believed he’d have you whimpering for him. your fingers falling in the gaps between his own, pressing his open palm harder against your thinly veiled heat, your hips rolling against it. jaemin never thought he’d hear your whines, the sound cutting through him like knives, like ice shooting through his veins. he never thought you’d want him. not like this.

“jaem,” he’s with you in seconds, his spit slick lips an inch above yours. he watches patiently as you grind up against his hand, feeling his fingers prod at your desperate heat.

“you wanna know what else i could be?”

you nod. “please.”

“i could be yours.”

[anastasiaskarsgard]

A/n;So someone asked for smut for the perfect girl that decides she’s gonna have some fun before she dies. I’m A bit rusty. TW: sex, cursing, choking, 18+ NSFW

If you wanna read the first part it’s called perfect problem and is the last thing I wrote on here and posted...

“So where are we going?” Bethany asked as they got into some ridiculously expensive sports car. Adjusting her clothing and hair, she glanced over at Roman to find him just watching her.

Smirking his signature smirk, he turned the car on and raced out of the parking lot like he has stolen the car. “It’s a surprise.” Roman said, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

“Eyes on the road Speed Racer! Ok well at least tell me what we are going to go do.” She whined.

“Nope. No can do princess. You’re just going to have to have a little faith.” He grinned.

“Your reputation doesn’t exactly inspire trust. No offense.” She felt bad as soon as she looked over. He looked almost sad. “I’m just giving you a hard time. I’m not serious.” She lied.

“I thought you were supposed to be smart...”

“Oh ho ho! Someone bounces back quick.”she jibed as she turned to look out the window. She wasn’t exactly familiar with the area so she wasn’t sure what she was looking for. There was trees, and then some houses, and then businesses so there’s no way to tell if they were going somewhere Residential or commercial.

Grabbing her phone to send out some emails, she wasn’t paying attention when she noticed the car had stopped. Looking up from her phone she made an incredulous face at Roman when she noticed that they were in front of a large mansion.

“Really?” She quipped.

“Hey Before you jump to conclusions, I’m just coming here to get into some more comfortable clothes. I can’t exactly have fun in a suit, now can I?” He got out of the car and walked around it to open her door. “You can look around or grab a drink or whatever you like while I change.”

Stepping out of The car, Bethany followed roman inside his home. “ not even gonna try that old give me a tour excuse?”

Scoffing, he shook his head no, and made a crossing motion over his heart. “Scouts honor.”

“What if that’s exactly what I wanted to do?” She breathed out as she made her best attempt at sexy. Licking her lips, and winking, she nearly cried out when all of a sudden he was only inches away from her. “You’re very fast. I hope that’s not true for everything though.”

Smirking, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Pulling back to look at his face, she bit her bottom lip thoughtfully, as he walked them up to his room. Seeing the insecurity creeping in, He kept an eye open to watch where he was going but smashed his mouth back into hers, in a passionate, breathtaking kiss. Completely losing herself, she was startled when he dropped her on the bed and crawled over her body, pressing himself into her, making his intentions clear.

Sitting up as he straddled her waist, he ripped his shirt off, sending buttons flying, before aggressively attacking her mouth once more. Her nails dug into his bare back and he groaned into her mouth, before kissing down her neck and onto her chest.

Abruptly, he jumped off her and stood over her a moment longer than she assumed it took to take off his pants, so she lifted her head, cocking a brow at him curiously.

“Dress off.” He ordered, his smile fading.

Smiling a Cheshire grin, she shook her head no and looked up at the ceiling. Not letting curiosity get the best of her, she refused to look at him when he huffed impatiently. Even when he had stormed out of the room, and returned a few minutes later, looming over her, she refused to award his bratty behavior.

“Please take your dress off.” He finally bit out.

For a moment She pondered denying him-- and in turn denying herself. But the fact remained, she wanted him, whether contrived or genuine, She did. And She was done not doing what She wanted.

“Stand up.” His voice shocked her out of her head and She found herself standing at the side of the bed. “Good girl.” He purred, his hand brushing her back as he walked behind her and She shivered, as she turned her head to look at him. “Head forward.”

She did so, waiting for him to come back into view and see how far he’d take this little game. When she heard the bed sheets move, she fought the urge to turn around until She felt his fingers on her back, drawing letters or shapes; she wasn’t sure. Roman hummed quietly, lulling her into a peaceful calm, when suddenly he pulled her back into him. He was sitting on the bed, his long legs slightly spread and he spun her around, and placed her straddling over his one naked leg. Somewhere, somehow He’d removed his pants.

Gently he traced up her chest and wrapped one hand in her hair, pulling her forward so he could kiss her neck. Surprisingly, he bit her ... hard. Instead of pain, her senses exploded, causing her to moan wantonly, as she ground her core against his bare thigh.

When his other hand slid down her stomach, She Was almost embarrassed by how wet she had become.

“Stay still…” He said playfully in her ear as he slipped his fingers past the lace covering his goal. Plunging them within her, coating his fingers with her wetness, He gazed into her eyes lustily, as he Brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “So ready for me.”

She nodded dumbly, lost in the sinful way his tongue worked around his fingers. Biting her lip, she must of looked pitiful, because Roman dropped character a moment to chuckle and move a piece of hair behind her ear affectionately. Almost lovingly.

Unfortunately she was way too far gone to contemplate what these gestures might mean. She wanted to fuck and she wanted those fingers to go back down there, but this was Roman Godfrey. The man Was unpredictable at best, and uncooperative the rest of the time.

Roman was a predator, and predators like to chase. As much as she wanted to just throw herself at him and demand to fuck her into oblivion, she Still had enough pride to play the game.

“I knew I was right.” He growled, Standing, releasing her hair, so he could wrap his hand around her throat. She grinned, not really caring what he meant. “Now, Im going to fuck you. I’m not going to be gentle, but I’m going to make sure you come so hard that you forget your fucking name.” He smirked cockily, still holding her by the throat. “I can see it in your eyes, that you’re a fucking freak under all that polite perfection. You’ve never fucked up or disappointed anyone ever. You’re loved and respected. Americas sweetheart.... I wonder what they’d all say if they saw you right now, ready to be my little fuck doll, cuz that’s exactly what you are.” Two of his fingers dragged across her cheek, Forcing their way in her mouth. She could taste herself on him and it made her nearly mad with need. She’d never been this turned on in her life. “You have the most perfect lips.” He said as he examined the way they wrapped around his fingers, “I’m going to put so many things in your mouth.”

She sucked briefly, before humming around his digits, lightly biting them. Swiftly, he removed them for a moment, before getting a mischievous look on his face and shoving them in as deep as he could, choking her slightly. Slightly panicked, she reached for his hand, but he just tsked and Tightened his grip on her throat, before ripping his fingers out of her mouth and plunging his tongue in their place.

She really needed to breathe, but eventhough she could feel her limbs growing weak, She didn’t fight him. Completely surrendering to the most arousing experience in her life.

“That’s why I’m going to keep you.” Before She could comment or recover, he removed her dress and threw her down on the bed, standing over her a moment to look her over.

He yanked her underwear down and dove two fingers into her roughly, making her arch her back. His expert fingers were moving faster and faster, getting her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. It’d been a long time since a man made her orgasm, and she was certain, she’d never come close to this intensity. He reached down and pulled her up by the back of her neck, holding her against him like a rag doll, as he brought her closer. , his thumb brushed over her clit and She opened her mouth, trying not to scream. Her limbs started to shake, as her pelvis started thrusting into his hand, flailing about as Her vision began to blur. She closed her eyes tight, ready for the climax.

“Look at me. Look at who is making you feel this way,” he said seductively.

She breathed, looking into his gorgeous green eyes, as He quickened his pace again and added a third finger, making her buck, as she grabbed his rock hard erection, causing him to hiss, and roll on top of her.

“Patience.” He teased, pushing her legs apart. She looked in between his to see his cock standing hard and long against his stomach, a new need screamed within her, demanding him inside her right fucking now.

“What do you want?” He asked innocently, three fingers diving into her again. She closed her eyes from all the sensations, trying to get control, but she was past the point of pride now.

“Please--” She gasped. “Please.”

“Please what?” He pressed down on her clit and She wanted to kill him, but first had to fuck him. His other hand came down and pinched her nipple, twisting it and making her cry out.

“Fuck!” She screamed as he did the same to the other. “Fuck! Fuck me Roman! Fucking fuck me now or I’m going to kill you!”

He didn’t need to be told twice and She felt the large head of his cock against her entrance, before he just forced it inside her with one powerful thrust.

He was big and it took her body a moment to adjust to him, the burn slowly fading as he gave her a moment to breathe and relax herself to accommodate by far the largest cock she’d ever seen, let alone was inside of her.

Somehow it felt divine when he began to move again, and she moaned loudly, his body pressing down into her as he started to move his hips back and forth. She could feel him driving into her with solid, sure strokes as She clenched around him. His lips crashed into hers again as he pushed his hand under her ass and pulled her hips up, sitting back so he could move at a quicker pace. Setting her nerves on fire. Every inch of her body sang in extreme pleasure. His thrusts massaged her inner walls, the tension roaring through her, as he bottomed out and touched a place she’d never felt before, but the intensity made her screech.

She could feel the tell tale signs of an orgasm swelling through her but She held it back, making it feel sweeter and richer with each passing moment. His fingers dug into hips hard enough to break her bones as he closed his eyes, focusing on his own pleasure. His pace turned more erratic and She gripped him around his torso, desperately trying to hang on so they could both orgasm at the same time. Pulling him down and attempting to hide her face in his throat, he stopped and leaned back looking at her beautiful flushed face.

“Ah--ah-- ah--” He held still. “Look at me.”

She did, letting herself melt into his gaze as he started again, harder and faster than before. Noises came from her, she didn’t know She could make and his hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing possessively. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her until She was right back to nearly cumming.

“Please--” It took effort to speak through his grip, but She was so close, she didn’t care if she had to beg. “Please, I’m so close--”

“Tell me how badly you want it.” He ordered, his own breath ragged.

“I need it-- please! Please, Roman!” She screamed like a desperate, shameless whore, before she exploded, tightening around him as his grip turned to a vice around her neck and somehow the lack of oxygen intensified the sensory overload to a new height. She drowned in the relentless, all encompassing sensations, that lasted far longer than She thought possible-- causing herself to completely release control for the first time in her life.

As the shocks rocked through her, she felt him stiffen and press into her as deep as possible, spending himself inside her. She couldn’t help but trip out a little about being so full of him. She’d never allowed anyone to finish inside her before.

“You really are good at everything,” he said playfully, as he rubbed his nose along hers, and held her a moment, before pulling out, and flopping down beside her. Brushing his fingers along her tight stomach, and full breasts, he decided she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

His mother was going to fucking hate her...

Perfect.