#he doesnt even wear a uniform

[eros-cestlavie]

columboposting again sorry but the episode where he goes to england is so funny bc imagine. scotland yard say to lapd hey lets do an exchange (show off to each other) you send your best guy over here and we'll show him around, probably expecting a superintendent or something. and lapd goes you know what would be so fucking funny. and sends columbo.

[jinxedshapeshifter]

replaying tgaa makes it incredibly obvious how tight kazuma's prosecutor uniform is and it's making me wonder why whoever designed his prosecutor uniform made it so tight

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

More Doki Doki Battle Academy OP AU

even MOOROEEE of themmmmmahhhhhhh babyeyyy i even added some dialogues fir some extra flavourrrrr (kuma and bonney's gif there would be a sprite he would have in his dialogue scenes. i dont think it would be a gif like this, more like everytime you look back at him, bonney would be in a different spot)

original DDBA designs post (has more lore there, go look at it plese :3

ASL dialogue video

imagining the vinsmoke/strawhat beef going like this video

design stuffs and more lore:

preface: sorry this is so much writing and im not going to grammar check it cuz aint no body got time for that.

The world of this au is like pokemon with different gyms you can fight through and beat, there's a big league of pro fighters, and there are schools for teaching you to be a better fighter.

One of the schools is called the Germa 66 Private Battle Academy, it goes from grades 1-12 and its where the Vinsmoke siblings all went too (at least until sanji broke off from the family at some point) and its run by Judge Vinsmoke, their father.

i am thinking that the Vinsmoke kids would still be genetically modified and Kuma would be a cyborg in this too.

design stuffs:

Ichiji: i tried to make him as punk as he would feasably get away with living under his father's rule. Big "combat" boots, fingerless gloves, black undershirt. He likes his style and would probably go all out if he didnt have to conform to his school uniform, thus i put a little heart on his boots.

Niji: i also made him like his style. The rings on his fingers, his nikes shoes, his big headphones. Like a gamer who thinks this is what fashion is. I think he would love listening to music too so i put his heart on his headphones.

Yonji: big stakly guy. Hes a lot more hands-on than his brothers so i put lots of emphasis on that area. i put his heart on his hand wraps because i think he would really love fighting. I think that Yonji is most like his father in that enjoyment, but i think Judge wouldnt like how casual Yonji's style is.

Reiju: y2k queen. I love this design on her so much im so bummed that she would have already graduated from the academy and i cant put her in a Hit Me Baby One More Time-esque uniform outfit, shed fucking KILL THAT SHITTT. Anyway though, reiju's heart is subtle yet in plain view, the locket around her neck. i dont think she would let anyone look at the contents but i do think that absolutly it would be her mother on one side and her brothers on the other. She wouldnt like people looking at it because that would mean someone could see that her dad isnt in there and she would get it a lot of trouble with her father about it.

Power ranger fits: i made them full on power rangers. its what they deserve. Since reiju has a butterfly motif in canon, i thought it would be fun to also give her brothers a bug motif of their own. ichiji is a wasp, niji is a dragonfly, yonji is a stag beetle. If sanji stuck around, hed probably be a lady bug lol. Also the masks they wear, the eye window part, it’s like tear tracks coming out but in a way that doesnt look like thats what they are. But it’s meant to show how judge forcing his children to be these people is causing them pain.

thank you @zethsdumpster for being my Vinsmoke specialist and helping me come up with a lot of their design stuff!

Doflamingo: i tried to make him a Nasty Nasty man. Like if a used car salesman made it big. Like if Macklemore was MackleMORE. i love the idea that he likes to tan himself, but he doesnt take any of his clothes off to do so, so he just has the absolute craziest tan lines ever. i put his hearts on the gold chain around his neck, he loves his wealth but not much else. i love the idea of him having two very expensive watches on each wrist. there may be more watches up his sleeve too. i also gave him fluffy dice around his neck, like he's one of the cars that he's selling.

Rosinante: i couldnt get away much longer without putting the heart man into the heart 'game'. i couldve went off more with the hearts of his design but i didnt want him to become nearly as flashy as his brother. i wanted him to be understated and fade into the background when doflamingo is around. he is dead in this au btw sorry :/ this is his design when he passed, but doffy's design is present day him. anyway, Rosi's hearts are everywhere, its in the outline of his big huggable fluffy coat, its on his hat thats pulling him down, it would be on his shirt too if it wasnt covered by his coat in this image.

Bonney: SHEEES SO CUUTEEEE AAAAAAAA i love her. I based her design off of Avril Lavigne with her iconic necktie/tanktop/baggy pants looks. i tried to make her outfit look like she could feasibly fit in it when she ages herself up, especially her big ol shoes. the heart in her design is in her neck tie. The stereotypical visage of a dad is a man in a tie who goes to work, and she loves her dad, so her heart is in her dad tie.

Kuma: I didn't change much of him from his design in canon, but since bonney would be more in his life in this version, i wanted to give him more visual indicators of her being there. like the height chart on his leg, or the fuzzy hat she crocheted for him (she also made her own hat for herself). Also, the pattern on his shirt is one that looks like a paw, but if you took off that outer layer, if the pattern continued, the design would be a sun, and i just think that was really clever ehe ehe.

Hancock: Basically i tried to make her the baddest bitch in the universe. My program crashed like 3 times making her which is so funny. Procreate couldnt handle her. I based her design off of Medusa. at first i had her snake be made out of marble, but it eventually wound up at Obsidian. She has no visible hearts on her design and thats because it would be the scar on her back, which she tries to hide. i like the idea that this very visibly revealing outfit would be perfectly tailored and reinforced to never move a single inch to let anyone see what theyre not supposed to. I dont know how i would justify her being able to turn people into stone in this AU, so im just not going to make a decision on whether or not she can do that.

ive been working on these designs off and on ever since i made the first post on this au and im real happy i can finally put more out.

if you got to the end of this, thank you so much for reading~ i hope you enjoyed :)

[4unnyr0se]

❥ OHMAMI | hajime iwaizumi

warnings: timeskip! iwaizumi, fem! reader, car sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hickeys, degradation, manhandling, slight fingering, finger-sucking, riding, oikawa is mentioned a lot tbh, protective and possessive iwa

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 4.9k

a/n: okay i started this in early june and now im finishing it so im sorry if it doesnt make sense aaaa

❥ song: OHMAMI - chase atlantic

Iwaizumi was never the one people thought of when asked who their favorite member of the Aoba Johsai team was. He grew to accept it over time, albeit with spite and anger. Everyone was always wrapped up in what Oikawa was doing, wondering who would be his next girlfriend of the week. It was gross how Oikawa hogged all the girls; how could he be so selfish? Fucking jackass. 

Naturally, it was a relief when he graduated. Sure, Aoba Johsai never went to nationals (and yes, it very much stung), but the memories were important, right? Hitting perfect spike after spike, smacking Oikawa around, hearing that glorious school cheer, Iwaizumi had to admit he would miss it. Not the part where Oikawa kept all the girls to himself. 

Graduation came and went, and so did university. It was a breeze. Sports medicine was not a challenging major; he was just really good at the subject. Another graduation came, and Iwaizumi could only think about you and that pretty, perfect face. You were his closest friend in high school, and sadly, you drifted apart during university. You were studying Japanese literature or something, he didn’t remember. It’s not his fault; he was just too busy getting girls for the first time in a while. Totally not his fault…right?

Iwaizumi wasn’t doing himself any fucking favors, he thought about you too much for his own good. Whether Aoba Johsai lost or how insufferable Oikawa was, you were always there for him. You let him lean against your shoulder and complain about his day, his disheveled and messy uniform giving him an even more thuggish appearance. The way your soft, almost angelic hands massaged his scalp, assuring him that he would be okay.  Oh, how he longed for your fingers in his spiky hair again. He had forgotten your scent, your sweet floral scent. Was it roses or lavender? Maybe lilac? Although all the girls in high school wore the same body sprays, yours was different. Was it because you were never scared of him to begin with? Fuck, he missed you.

He sat on the bench in the empty locker room of the gym he worked at, a hot towel draped around broad shoulders as he began to lose himself in his fond high school memories. Images danced around in his mind of your sweet face smiling at him for the first time, the words “Don’t worry, I’ll help you study for the English test!” leaving your soft lips. At least, Iwaizumi thought they were soft. No, he knew they were soft. God, you were so kind to him. You even ignored Oikawa’s advances towards you, which made him blush and gain so much respect for you in an instant. “Man, I’d really like to punch that guy in his dumb face.” you snickered, covering your bright smile. Iwaizumi swore he could marry you right then and there.

From that moment on, he was your closest friend. You went to all his practices and games, cheering for him when no one else would. “Nice kill, Iwa!” you would shout from the bleachers, proudly wearing a spare version of his jersey. His jersey. If Iwaizumi had no supporters, you were dead. The two of you were inseparable until university rolled around, and Iwaziumi became stupidly popular with the ladies. And sure, college girls were pretty and incredibly loose, but they weren’t you. No one was you, and he missed you every day.

Iwaizumi grunted as he stood up, tossing the towel into a basket. He stepped out of the locker room with his hands in his pockets, whistling a song from his cardio playlist. It was around ten at night, and his gym was one of the few open so late, so there wasn’t anyone there except the front receptionist girl who flirted with every guy who walked in. Truly, he couldn’t ask for better entertainment. 

“Yo,” Iwaizumi leaned across the desk, stealing an electrolyte drink from the employee minifridge. There’s no one here; you should just go home. It’s getting late.” The cool drink touched his lips, the cherry flavoring subtle. “If the boss gives you any crap, you can blame me. I don’t mind.”

The receptionist eagerly stood up and practically ran out the door, throwing her time card at him. “Clock me out!” she shouted halfway out the automatic door. Iwaizumi sighed and shoved the time card in his sweats. She really was a ditz, but at least she got people to sign up for VIP memberships. 

He clocked her out and went to his favorite spot in the gym where he usually deadlifts. Unfortunately, there was no one to spot him. Iwaizumi was a jock, but he certainly wasn’t dumb. There was no way he was dying because he got crushed by a fucking barbell. There is no chance in hell. 

His rough and calloused hands decided just to lift weights instead. That was simpler, more safe. He flipped on his headphones and selected a tune from his more…sensual playlist. It's a sensual indie R&B song that could make anyone feel like a sex god. Why was that song on his playlist? He couldn’t tell you. Once again, Iwaizumi became lost in his thoughts as he lifted the weights up and down with such ease. He worked out for health benefits, but just something about staring at his physique in the mirror made it all worth it. Damn, did he look fine as hell. He was ashamed of how long it took him to realize that he was stupidly attractive, and it took a lot of skill not to develop a massive ego around his looks. 

The automatic doors slid open, the dinging sound drowned out by his noise-canceling headphones. His green eyes locked on the floor mat below him, concentrating on passing the time by any means necessary. He paused briefly when he saw two tiny white sneakers enter his field of vision, standing considerably close to his muscular form. “Sorry about that,” he mumbled, placing the weights on the ground. “Music’s loud, y’know?” His eyes trailed upwards until they finally met your gaze, his pupils shrinking in shock. His hands gripped his headphones, softly filling the room with sensual music. “Holy shit.” Iwaizumi’s mouth was agape. He looked like a fool. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi, Iwa.” you smiled brightly, taking his headphones from his rough hands and placing them around his thick neck. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Three years, I think.” Fuck, he forgot how much smaller your hands were to his own. It’s so cute.

“Three years since university, yeah,” Iwaizumi mumbled, wiping the glistening sweat away from his forehead. “I can’t believe it’s been that long. You don’t look any different. Not that it’s a bad thing!” he stumbled on his words, silently cringing at his immature actions. He never got this flustered. He hasn’t been in a while. Less than a minute talking to you, and he was a stammering mess. This wasn’t like him at all. His tough persona might as well be tossed out the window. 

You offered him another sweet smile and rubbed his shoulder, the sweat not bothering you in the slightest. “Change is a good thing, y’know,” your words were gentle and comforting, oozing with wisdom beyond your years. Another thing Iwaizumi thought was perfect about you was that you always knew the right thing to say. “You’ve changed too. You’re way more buff than the last time we saw each other!”

“Damn right,” he smirked, subtly flexing his biceps. Were you looking? He hoped so. “I’m a personal trainer, so I gotta stay in shape. Plus, I train Oikawa, so whenever I’m pissed off, I just do a couple sets.”

“You still hang out with Oikawa? I thought you hated him.” you raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on your hips quizically. 

“I’m getting paid to tell him what workouts he should do. Can’t complain about that money,” Iwaizumi rubbed the back of his head, fluffing out his spiky hair. “Besides, I’m allowed to kick his ass whenever I want. That asshole deserves it. He somehow got even more cocky after he got back from Argentina.”

You rolled your eyes and found a nearby workout bench, crossing your legs over each other. “I didn’t think Loserkawa could become even more full of himself. You’d think being in a foreign country would humble him slightly.”

“Right?” a deep chuckle escaped his chapped lips as Iwaizumi sat beside you, minding the distance. He bit down on his lower lip slightly, just for a moment. Would you mind if he sat closer to you, like in high school? “He even started speaking Spanish, but he’s not allowed to do that around me.”

“Because you’ll throw a dumbbell at him?”

“Because I’ll throw a dumbbell at him.”

You giggled and scooted closer to Iwaizumi, the scent of sweat mixed with his cologne filling your nostrils. He smelled more mature than in high school, but that’s a given. “I see you’re still the same ol’ spikey-haired guy.” you ruffled his hair, knowing that you were the only one who could do that without getting a beatdown. 

Iwaizumi blushed, averting his eyes from your gaze. Fuck, he really missed your touch. “So, uh, what brings you to the gym? Were you looking for a membership or something?” 

You shook your head, casually wrapping your arm around his shoulder. Were you trying to kill him? “Nah. If I’m being honest, I saw you in one of the windows while I was out for an evening walk. It’s been a while, so I wanted to say hi.” You momentarily looked down at your shoes, a faint blush gracing your cheeks. “Besides, I missed you.”

“You walked here by yourself? At night? Are you crazy?” Iwaizumi shouted, grasping your shirt to pull you closer. “It’s not safe at night. You didn’t have anyone to protect you! Do you know how stupid that sounds?” his nostrils flared, a mixture of anxiety and rage overcoming him. “What if something happened?”

You gasped, your brow furrowing. “Well, excuse me! I didn’t know I needed permission from someone I haven’t spoken to in three years to take a fucking walk!” you ripped his hand away from your shirt. 

Iwaizumi groaned, hanging his head. “You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just…” he took a deep breath. “It’s not safe for someone like you at night, and I’d never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you because you wanted to see me.” 

You rolled your eyes and pulled his chin up, staring into his oceans of green. “Just because you’re worried about someone doesn’t give you an excuse to be an asshole about it,” you smiled in assurance. “Next time, I’ll bring something to defend myself. Okay?”

Iwaizumi smirked. “You’re the only person allowed to call me an asshole, y’know that? If you were anybody else, I’d beat your skull in.

“Then I’m lucky that I happen to still be Hajime Iwaizumi’s favorite person after all these years,” you bit down on your lower lip. “Unless…you have a girlfriend. Then she’s probably your favorite person.”

“No girlfriend, I don’t have the time,” he shook his head, moving himself closer. “I had a girlfriend before, but then-”

“Oikawa took her from you?” you cut him off.

“Fucking Oikawa took her from me. He dated her for two weeks, then dumped her for someone he met at a bar. Can you believe that?” he clenched his fist.

“Unfortunately, I can,” you gave an exasperated sigh. “I guess Oikawa will always be Oikawa.”

“God help us,” Iwaizumi chuckled. “Hey, I gotta lock up the gym. Can you wait outside, and then I can drive you home?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Why would you be a bother? I’m just keepin' you safe, dummy.” Iwaizumi assured you, getting up and brushing off his pants. “Wait here. I’ll come to get you. I don’t want you standing outside. There’s a lot creeps around here who want nothing more than to get close to a pretty girl like you.” he turned around, not realizing that he had just complimented you. You were left with a brighter blush on your face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Did Iwaizumi think you were pretty after all this time?

Eventually, he finished what he needed to do to close up the gym: he wiped down all the machines and ensured everything was organized for the morning shift. He grabbed you by the wrist and practically dragged you out of the gym, having an unusually tight grip.

“Dude, what are you doing? I know how to walk,” you tugged your wrist away from his hand, rubbing it. “You’re acting weird. Did something happen when you were cleaning up? “I just don’t want you to stray too far, that’s all. Keep close to me, or else I might end up killing somebody.” he shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweats, making his way to the car. He was weirdly protective over you, but it only bothered you slightly. 

Having your big, strong best friend wanting nothing more than to keep you safe in a parking lot was…well, it was sexy. Iwaizumi was sexy, and he knew it. You wondered if he knew that you thought so, too. How, when you were in high school, you would daydream about him pinning you against the wall and kissing you until you couldn’t breathe. How your mind would wander in college, staring at him from across the dining hall, watching as he unconsciously flexed his biceps in such a way that made you swoon every single time.

With his hand wrapped protectively over your shoulder, he clicked the keyfob and unlocked his car. It was a larger vehicle, boasting proud rims on the tires. “You can get in the passenger seat. I have snacks in the glove compartment if you’re hungry.”

“Since when do you have snacks in the car?” you sat in the passenger seat, buckling up. “That doesn’t seem very healthy, Mr. Personal Trainer.” you giggled, making air quotes. 

He playfully rolled his eyes, getting into the driver's seat. “I have to drive long distances for work sometimes. So, to keep me sane, I keep little snacks in my glove compartment. Granola and crap like that. Protein bars.” 

“Oh, so snacks that aren’t actually snacks?” you winked. 

“Shut up,” he clicked his seatbelt in, revving the car. “Do you wanna choose what we listen to or not? Also, type your address into the GPS while at it.”

“Or I could look through your messages.”

Iwaizumi shot you a glare. “Don’t even joke about that.”

You giggled, typed in your address, and then opened Spotify. “You have a lot of playlists. Why?”

He shrugged his shoulders, flexing the muscles. Fuck, he was so fucking sexy. “I dunno, I guess I just have one for every occasion. When you’re working with Oikawa, music typically helps,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You can pick from any song on any playlist.”

“Then I choose this one,” you selected OHMAMI, handing him back his phone. “It’s from your playlist that has a heart emoji as the title. What’s that for?”

Iwaizumi felt his face become overrun with a blazing blush. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he pulled out of his parking spot, turning the car towards the exit. “Oh, uh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“But I wanna know!” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest. “C’mon, we just caught up a second ago, but you never kept any secrets from me.”

He sighed and bit down on his bottom lip. “Fuck, okay. Fine,” he took a deep breath. “It’s…this song is from my sex playlist. Specifically from college.”

Your pupils blew up, your hand immediately flying to your mouth to stifle a chuckle. “You have a sex playlist? And this is a song on it?”

“That’s what I just fucking said, didn’t I?” his face was red and anger and embarrassment. “See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you!”

“Iwa,” you tapped his thigh. “Sorry for laughing. It’s just that sex playlists are usually romantic and, no offense, but you never seemed like a romantic kind of guy.” 

He furrowed his brow. “I can be romantic, “ he made a sharp left turn. “I just haven’t had a reason to in a while, that’s all.”

“Aw, I’m sorry, man,” you pouted. “I’m sure someone will come along that can make you want to use this playlist again.” you smiled at him, flashing your teeth.

“Yeah, hopefully,” Iwaizumi sighed, stealing a glance at you. You were perfect, absolutely perfect. He was mentally kicking himself for not making a move. But then again, there was a sexy song playing, so the mood was set. Maybe you wouldn’t mind if his hand squeezed your thigh, dancing lower and lower. Maybe you wouldn’t mind at all. 

He continued to drive, the music from the stereo being the only thing to prevent the car from being silent. His mind wandered places: obscene, filthy places. He wondered what noises you would make if he ate your pussy out in the passenger seat. Would you taste as sweet as he imagined? Iwaizumi just knew your pussy was tight, how it would flutter around his cock as he bounced you up and down on it in the backseat, your hand flat against the roof of his car with the music blaring. He was so deep in thought that he neglected to realize the tent growing in his sweats. But you noticed.

Your eyes darted back and forth to his hard-on, squeezing your legs together at the sight. You suspected he was hiding a monster down there, and now you were sure of it. Surprisingly, Iwaizumi never got hard around you before today, at least not to your knowledge. It was like it was calling you to, desperate for your hands to slide up and down.

“Uh, Iwa?” you groaned, crossing your legs over each other. 

“Hm?” he didn’t take his eyes off the road.

“You have like…a huge boner right now.” you blushed furiously, cringing to yourself. Could you have chosen a more awkward set of words?

Iwaizumi choked on his breath, swerving the car slightly. He glanced down at his sweats, and lo and behold, he was hard. “O-Oh, fuck. Shit, that wasn’t supposed to happen.” he groaned, clenching onto the steering wheel once more.

You squirmed in your seat. “Hey man, don’t worry about it. You can’t control when you get hard, right? S’not a problem.”

He thought for a moment, mumbling under his breath. He canceled the navigation and pulled the car into a parking lot by an abandoned gas station frequented by local teenagers. Luckily, there was no one there right now. “I can’t,” he breathed in, refusing to meet your gaze. “I can’t control it when I’m around you,” he parked the car. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”

You squeezed onto the leather seats, your face still blazing red. “You’re telling me that I made your dick hard?” 

“Yeah, that’s what I just fucking said.” he groaned, unclicking his seatbelt. His eyes finally met yours, full of want. “You made me hard, princess.”

Princess. The nickname rang in your ears. Fuck, it was like hot honey rolling off his chapped lips. “Iwa…” you breathed out, gasping as he tugged on the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer to him. The center console was the only thing that separated you two. 

“Princess,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long. Ever since you said, you wanted to punch Shittykawa in the face.”

“Really?”

“Really.” his eyes landed on your lips, beautiful and begging to be kissed. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long. Please,” his hot breath grazed your cheek. “Please tell me that you want me to. But I’m warning you right now,” he kissed your burning skin. “Once you tell me you do, I won’t hold myself back anymore.”

A sensation began to bubble inside your belly, his words causing your core to throb with want. You parted your lips, wetting them with your tongue. “Iwa,” your voice was barely a whisper. “Please, I want you.”

Iwaizumi let go of your shirt, his eyes flaring with passion and lust. “Get in the backseat, now.” he growled, climbing over the center console. You eagerly followed him, finding a spot on his lap. His hands secured themselves on the fat of your hips, making sure you didn’t go anywhere. It's not like you wanted to, anyway. 

“I’ve been waiting for this for so fucking long, princess,” he groaned before slamming his lips against yours in a frenzy. His lips assaulted yours, greedy and shameless. Your mind became TV static, your lips dancing with his as if it was a reflex, as if you had done this a million times before. You moaned into the kiss as he groped you without a care, his hands slipping under the hem of your gym shorts. You gasped as his warm hands wandered, exploring you as if he was attempting to map out your perfect curves.

His hand was scolding hot as it ventured to finger the elastic, ripping the cheap fabric. He swallowed your surprised gasp, smirking into the kiss. “Fuckin’ cheap fabric,” he growled, his hand massaging up and down your panties. “I’ll buy you a new pair, don’t worry, your pretty lil’ head about it.” 

Iwaizumi broke the kiss, resting his head in the crook of your neck while his fingers continued their gentle dance across your clothed, dripping cunt. The digits ran up and down the soaked material, causing him to shudder. “Fuck, you’re this wet from just a kiss?” he groaned against your neck, the sharpness of his canines grazing the sensitive skin. He could have sworn he could hear your heartbeat coming from the veins. Your pulse was thundering, it was fucking addictive. His lips ventured up and down your delicate neck, leaving wanting, open-mouthed kisses in the spots that made you squirm so beautifully on your lap. His teeth nibbled down on your sweet spot, causing your hips to buck into his hard-on.

“Needy fucking girl,” his voice rumbled, fingers dipping into your panties to toy with your sobbing slit. You whimpered, resting your forehead onto his own as the calloused pads of his thick fingers teased your clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked. D’ya even need me to finger this pussy, or are you such a fucking slut that you’re this wet all the time?” his hands cracked against your ass. “Hm? Talk to me, princess.”

“Only you!” you yelped. Iwaizumi chuckled darkly, lifting his head from your neck to greet you with a blown-out stare. His eyes told you everything you needed to know; they told you that he wanted to fucking ruin you on his cock like he’s been wanting to all these years.

“That’s what I like to fucking hear,” he slapped your ass again, making you gasp and jolt. His lips quickly met yours once more as his finger bullied its way inside your cunt, curling inside without mercy or forgiveness. “Shit, you’re squeezing around my finger. Do you really need to get fucked that fucking bad, hm? Is my girl a little slut?”

“M’not a slut!” you sobbed, tossing your head back. Your hands gripped his muscular shoulders with white-hot-knuckle strength, making Iwaizumi hiss in pain. Not that he was complaining. He fucking loved it.

“Fuck, I can’t take this anymore,” he pulled his finger out of your weeping cunt, licking off your slick. “Ya taste so fucking good, shit,” he groaned, sliding off his sweatpants and boxers so that his cock could spring free. You moaned at the sight, taking in his magnificent length. He was small by no means necessary, boasting a lengthy and girthy cock with an angry red tip that was leaking precum. “Turn around and hover above it.”

You did as he instructed, pushing your ruined panties to the side so your pulsating core was just above his angry cock. His hands snaked around the small of your waist, pulling your flush up against his chest. “You’re gonna be a good fucking slut and let me fuck you on this cock, yeah? If I think you’re being too quiet for even a second,” his voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

“Iwa,” your words died on your tongue as his fingers were abruptly shoved into your mouth, making you gag.

“Don’t fucking call me Iwa,” he demanded, his cock teasing your entrance. “It’s Hajime now. Don’t be a dumbass and forget it when I’m breaking you on this cock. Am I clear, pretty girl?”

You nodded, tears swelling in your eyes. His fingers slid out of your mouth and back onto your hips, squeezing the fat. “Be a good little slut and take this cock,” he growled, biting down harshly onto your neck before slamming you onto his cock without mercy, refusing to give your tight pussy anytime to adjust. 

“Oh god, yes,” Iwaizumi moaned against your neck, bouncing you expertly on his length. His eyes were hooded with lust and desire as he looked over your shoulder. The sight of your pussy swallowing his cock was magnificent. Especially how you struggled to take his length, you poor thing. Maybe he’ll be nicer to you next time. “Do you see yourself, princess? That pretty pussy is swallowing me whole. Good fucking girl.”

You writhed and squirmed on his lap, helpless as Iwaizumi used you like a toy. His hands reached around to pull down your top, exposing your bralette to the hot atmosphere. He pulled your bra down as well, shamelessly pinching and squeezing your pillowy mounds as his cock drove itself inside you with reckless abandon. 

“Y’been hiding these perfect tits from me too? Naughty fucking girl,” his hand dropped your breast and smacked your clit, earning a shriek from your bruised lips. “Can’t believe I waited this fucking long to grope these tits, fuck. I wonder what else you’re hiding, hm?” his hips never relented, continuing their rushed and desperate pace in harsh and fast strokes. 

“You look like such a slut right now. God, I wish I could see that pretty face,” he purred against the shell of your ear, licking the cartilage. His praise was so fucking addictive, making you shamelessly clench on his cock. “Oh, y’like when I call you pretty? Get fucking used to it.”

“I’m gonna make you ruin yourself on me,” his voice rasped, the tip of his cock twitching inside of you. “You’re gonna cum all over this fucking cock, and then I’ll cum inside, yeah? No one’s ever gonna fuck this pretty cunt again unless I say so. Until your Hajime says so, okay, princess?” he smacked your clit again, gathering your slick on his fingers. “Who’s the only one that can fuck this pretty pussy?”

“You! It’s yours, Hajime!” you sobbed, the rest of your meaningless rambling dying on your lips as he shoved his fingers inside your mouth once more. Your tongue wrapped around the digits, tasting your delicious slick. Your pussy fluttered around his cock, trying to pull him impossibly deeper inside of you. You were so fucking greedy.

Iwaizumi snarled against your neck, fucking you even harder. His hips continued to snap as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside, the sensation of your pussy doing its best to milk him being all that he needed. “You’re gonna fucking cum, yeah? That’s it, princes, make a fucking mess on me. Get your Hajime all sticky with your cum like a good fucking girl.”

With Iwaizumi’s encouragement, you finally let go. You came with a wanton sob, the bubbles in your belly boiling over to send you crashing over the edge and into oblivion. You could have sworn you saw white. Iwaizumi fucked you through it, whispering sweet nothings as your release coated his cock. 

“Oh, shit,” he groaned into your neck, biting down once more on the bruised skin as his cock twitched one final time, his release spilling inside to fill your cunt up so nicely. “Good fucking girl, take it all.” his hands fell to his hips, slumping against the leather seat.

“Hajime,” you groaned, reluctantly pulling yourself off his cock. His cum ran down your ruined thighs, mixing with your slick. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” you offered him a weak smile, staring at your ripped and forgotten-about jean shorts. “Dammit, you ripped them! These were my favorite pair. And now I don’t have any pants!” you scolded him, hitting him over the head with the fabric. “We’re in a parking lot, and I have no damn pants!”

“Relax,” he sighed, pulling up his pants and boxers. “Did you forget I was driving you home? Besides,” he pecked your lips. “I’m coming over, and we’re gonna cuddle and shit. Whatever you want.” he blushed, not meeting your gaze. He was still scared of you seeing him blush even after you were so intimate.

“Whatever I want?” you teased. “You’re cute when you get all flustered, Hajime.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

[ferigrievous]

attractive things they do ; shiratorizawa ver . ⋆˚࿔

tendo ; unapologetic in what he does. even if its a little weird, or a little off putting, you cant get enough of it. he never makes himself smaller, or quieter for anyone. he doesnt care if people are staring, or judging, he’s living his best life, which is more than most people can say for themself.

ushijima ; being gentle. he’s scary, and strong, and could probably kill you instantly, but he also listens to classical music, and has a green thumb. he brings extra snacks for his underclassman, and waits for people to tie their shoes. its the bare minimum, being polite, but for a man who is as renowned and as important as he is, being as down to earth as he is is enamouring in a way you cant describe.

semi ; breaking the dress code. shiratorizawa is a prestigious private school, one of the best in all of japan. to be a student of theirs, to be able to wear their uniform is a privilege, and while semi doesnt disagree, he also doesnt follow the dress code to a T. he always has two buttons undone, and never wears his tie. his black loafers are just his boot s that he’s never shined a day in his life. he still wears his cuffs, his bracelet, that necklace he always wears. it shows a little bit of his personality, even with the rigidity of a school uniform.

goshiki ; always giving 110%. never half-asses things, even if he complains the whole time. 110% is his base level of energy, and if he’s really into something, like volleyball or impressing his upperclassman, its something more like 150-200%. . he throws his whole heart into everything, even if he trips a few times along the way.

shirabu ; same as goshiki, but not in a ‘i want to impress everyone!’ way  but more in a ‘i deserve nothing less. shirabu knows his worth. he always tries his best, nothing more, nothing less, because he would much rather suffer now when he has the flexibility of being young, than suffer later when the consequences are more dire. he doesn’t accept shortcuts, not because he’s uptight, but because he wants to know he earned it.

reon ; notices the little things. reon is the type to remember what snacks you like, or which color pens you use. he’s observant in a quiet, dependable way. not to manipulate, but to support. he’s always watching the room to see where he’s needed. when the team is tense, he compliments plays others would overlook, praises the small, steady improvements no one else saw.

yamagata ; being unaturally calm. in all the years youve known him, you have never once seen him yell or lose his cool. theres something incredibly attractive about how grounded he is, especially for the standards shiratorizawa is held to. he doensnt need to be flashy or dramatic to handle things, he just does.

kawanishi ; his indifference. kawanishi doesn’t care about flair, or theatrics, or praise. he does what he’s supposed to do, and then he sits down. he’s not emotionless, just quiet about it, like he knows his worth and doesn’t need external validation. its not that he’s nonchalant, and doesnt care at all, he just knows what matters to him, and doesnt let anything change that.

[snoopychris]

nerd!matt and cheerleader!reader headcanons

warnings: very cheesy romance stuff, light smut near the end, mentions of masturbation

nerd!matt who... walks around with his headphones in all the time (he’s listening to clairo and beabadoobee.)

nerd!matt who... has always lived in his brothers shadows, he had a presence hardly ever mentioned by anyone at the school.

nerd!matt who... spends his free time building legos and playing nintendo games

nerd!matt who... loves taking late night drives and sitting on the beach, even when it’s snowing.

nerd!matt who... has had the same pokémon backpack since middle school 

nerd!matt who... eats lunch in the science room so he doesn’t sit alone in the cafeteria 

nerd!matt who... has a diary where he writes he writes about his days 

nerd!matt who... has been pining for cheerleader!reader ever since chris threw a party at their house while their parents were out of town

nerd!matt who... held cheerleader!readers hair up while she was throwing up at said party 

nerd!matt who... kind of begs Nick to take more pictures of cheerleader!reader for the yearbook

nerd!matt who... claims to go football games to cheer on chris but is really cheering on the cheerleaders

nerd!matt who... comes into close contact with cheerleader!reader often but always seems to struggle saying anything more than “how are you”

nerd!matt who... has a playlist of songs that make him think of cheerleader!reader

nerd!matt who... gets extremely flustered when he has to sit next to cheerleader!reader in any situation

nerd!matt who... he could trade lives with chris for just one day so he could have a chance with his cheerleader

cheerleader!reader who... first noticed nerd!matt when her parking spot was assigned next to his but first really noticed him at her birthday party 

cheerleader!reader who... doesn’t have romantic interest in any of the football players, despite everybody thinking otherwise 

cheerleader!reader who... is the first to defend nerd!matt whenever anybody talks about him

cheerleader!reader who... wore a pokémon shirt to “dress like your young self day” in hopes that matt would talk to her

cheerleader!reader who... lowers her voice when talking to matt so he doesn’t run away

cheerleader!reader who... asks matt if he has a spotify one day and gets really sad when she sees a playlist who she thinks is about another girl

cheerleader!reader who... tries to convince chris to throw more parties at his house (matt won’t be seen at a party otherwise)

cheerleader!reader who... always invites matt to play party games with them even though he always denies it

cheerleader!reader who... begs nick to let her come over sometimes so she can see matt

cheerleader!reader who... makes sure she always makes matt feel welcome

cheerleader!reader who... tells the science teacher all about nerd!matt in her free time during his class because no other teacher will listen 

cheerleader!reader who... keeps an eye on the music nerd!matt is listening to and wears band tees the next day

cheerleader!reader who... always tries to talk to nerd!matt about his interests and truly is interested

cheerleader!reader who... wishes that she could just for one day not be a cheerleader so she could talk to matt normally without him freaking out over it

cheerleader!reader and nerd!matt who... mutually pine over each other without even knowing it

nerd!matt who... is most definitely still a virgin but “doesnt really care about that stuff”

cheerleader!reader who... would probably give anything to sit on matt’s lap 

nerd!matt who... would be lying if he said he had never thought of ruining the short cheerleading uniform with his own cum

cheerleader!reader who... sometimes listens in on matt’s whimpers through his door when she’s spending time with nick and chris

nerd!matt who... hates to admit that he sometimes looks at pictures of cheerleader!reader on instagram while jerking off

๋࣭⭑ dividers by @bernardsbendystraws !

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๋࣭⭑a/n: thank u so much for the support omg?? i was actually not expecting that at all but had this already ready so here i am! i love u all so much! kiss kiss - gen.

[redrosydiaz]

its the evening after the funeral. they're back at 4995 south bedford street. the house is quiet, the lights kept dim. they haven't done much talking.

buck is in the kitchen, trying to keep himself busy. he's at the sink, scrubbing the dishes he used to make the crumpets earlier. he's not wearing his gloves. he's still wearing his dress uniform.

eddie walks into the kitchen, still in his own suit. they haven't even been back for twenty minutes. it's been a long, long day, though. an emotional day. his head is... kind of everywhere. he's still drowning in the grief.

he sees buck at the sink, working himself to the bone, and he goes, "buck, stop."

buck doesnt stop. just mumbles back, "i'm fine." — mistaking it for concern.

and it is. concern. eddie is concerned. but — in this moment — it's a plea. for comfort. for buck. he needs buck.

so he says it again. "buck. stop."

and this time, buck does. he turns to eddie, finds him standing close, closer than he was before. and there are tears shimmering in his eyes, his lip wobbling. and buck realizes oh. eddie needs him. so he drops the dishes, wipes his hands on his suit, and he reaches for eddie, immediately. gets his hands on him, gentle and kind, and pulls him into a hug.

and eddie clings to it. to buck. buries his face into buck's neck and he lets that grief overwhelm him. where it's safe to do so. it's mostly silent, just muffled sniffles and the occasional quiet whimper eddie can't help.

eventually eddie's cries die down. but he doesn't pull back from bucks embrace. instead, he presses his mouth to buck's collar. it's barely what anyone would call a kiss at first — until suddenly it is.

eddie kisses buck's neck, purposefully now, dragging his lips upwards, and eddie's a little out of his mind with his grief, but he's also not, and his whole life feels like it's in ruins anyways, so what's one more building to come crashing down right? so he kisses buck. trails those kisses up, over his jaw until theyre pressing to the corner of his lips. soft, a little hesitant — but then firmer, more sure when they find the full of bucks mouth.

eddie kisses him, and buck lets him. buck kisses him back.

and then hands are reaching for ties and tugging shirts from pants and fingers are closing around zippers and they're stumbling through the hallway, blindly, not caring for the corners they clip or the furniture they knock into. and clothes are being shed. and they're falling into the bed. buck's bed in eddie's room — no, buck's bed in buck's room, now. but. but it's eddie's, for tonight too. but they're falling into that bed — eddie's pushing buck down into it, really. and hes climbing atop buck, and they're still kissing, wet and salty, and their hands are all over each other, their touches hot and heavy but still gentle, still grounding in a way. and its eddie guiding buck's hand between his legs, it's eddie urging buck to open him up, it's eddie finally pulling buck out of his briefs, and it's eddie sinking down onto his cock to ride him.

and its so intimate, is the thing. like, buck is sitting up and eddies in his lap so they're practically chest to chest and bucks got his arms wrapped around eddies middle and eddies got his looped back around bucks neck, fingers buried into his hair and their foreheads are pressed together, they're kissing throughout except it's not even really a real kiss, it's more like them just passing their breaths between each other's mouths, labored from more than just their exertion. and they've both got tears down their faces and when it finally crests, they're clinging to each other so hard and neither one of them lets go, as they come down. they stay like that for so long it starts to get a little uncomfortable and it's only then that they finally break apart, that buck finally slips out. but eddie doesn't let him go far. or maybe buck doesnt let eddie go far. no one is quite sure. but. they end up spooning, buck holding onto eddie from behind. and they fall asleep like that. still not saying anything.

eddie wakes up first. he wakes up first and he's still in bucks arms and his stomach twists. not because it's buck but— because it's buck. because it's buck and bucks the most stable thing in his life right now, except maybe not anymore. after this. because how do you come back from this? how do you come back from something that changes everything? eddie doesn't know. all he knows is that his grief is destructive. it always has been, and it always will be. and this — buck — is the one thing he never wanted to destroy. but — he has. he has now. he's sure he has.

so, he takes this one last look at buck. drinks him in. and he leaves.

[inspired by this post]

[the-s1lly-corner]

Wearing their merch (FNAF SB) (part 1/2)

Huuuuuge brain blast while I was writing a fic for sun oooough I am about to get so silly!! Split this into two posts because I don't have the mental strength to make long long posts

Characters: freddy, chica, roxy, monty

Notes: reader is gn, human reader, short post because admin is still not used to writing the glamrocks <3 im more of a DCA writer TToTT

CWs: none

FREDDY

he doesnt let it get to him... or at least he tries not to! but when you clock into your shift ricking lightning earrings hes going to feel a certain way! its almost a prideful feeling!

and they look so nice on you! hes going to let you know that they suit you well!

neither hurt or upset if you only wear them every now and then, its your choice after all!

may get matching earrings! or or or GASP! You give him one of yours and you keep the other! something about it makes him feel soft inside!

CHICA

you cannot tell me that they wouldnt market her bow or leg warmers- or hell even her earrings! but... freddy already for the earring thing... so leg warmers it is!

you clock into work wearing them on a colder day and shes immediately at your side, telling you how stylish you look! you... cant tell if shes being sincere or teasing you... maybe both?

even if they dont fully match with your uniform shes going to be pleased! will think about it for a while... may giggle to herself when shes alone in her room long after youve left to go home

you bought something themed around her and wore it, how can she not?

MONTY

they sell his sunglasses in the shops! so you go ahead and snag yourself a pair to wear during your shift! its... not the best idea to wear shades inside and you kind of look like a douche to some people... but damnit is it not fun!

half hearted vaguely amused snort from his nose when he sees you, tells you you look good in them... but why wear fakes if you can have the real thing?

lets you wear his own shades just to try them... theyre... only slightly more durable and higher quality, but you keep that part to yourself

if youre going to mimic him you better be able to emulate his attitude, this is more of a side headcanon but hes definitely going to try to get you to act tougher if youre a bit softer....

ROXY

a headband with her wolf ears on them! she thinks it looks a little tacky but you get a pass.... for now...! will let you know that there are better options- perhaps a jacket or... oh youre deadset on the headband...

snaps her jaws shut when you tell her you picked the ears specifically because you think theyre cute- you... think her ears are cute by extension, right?

just know her tail is swaying behind her as she tells you that you made a good pick choosing her merch!

....even if she tries to act like its not that big of a deal... i mean dozens of people come in wearing something roxy themed but she tooooooootally doesnt think about it later

[luvhyukai]

bartender||han jisung x you||mdni

pairings: bartender!jisung x fempoc!reader

synopsis: you go to the same bar every night, served by the same bartender, you get jelly of another lady but little did you know that bartender man was only for you.

warnings: s m u t, strangers to lovers au, slowish burn, unprotected sex , mentions of drinking, use of petnames, slight orgasm denial(m and f), slight jealousy, slight angst, multiple orgasm (f), oral (m and f), pull out method, mention of masturbation, ji has a small obsession with u, lmk if i missed anything.

a/n: this is heavily influenced by the song “dream of you” by chungha. so i would recommend listening while reading! also thanks for all the likes and follows! enjoy ;) lowercase intended

story under the cut :)

ever since your break up with your ex, you havent failed to hit up the same bar everyday after work. the sweet, fruity and spicy alcoholic taste of whiskey seems to blow the stress of life right off your shoulders, it makes you forget about deadlines, the weight of your heart break, the weight of life. it makes you feel light, it relaxes you.

today was no different. you go to the same bar and order your drink. the bartender hands you the drink and makes the usual small talk. bless him, he can tell that life has been crushing you lately. “rough day?” he asks. “yeah man, life has gone to shit for me.” you replied. “‘m sorry about that honey, but let me know if you need a refill, just dont drink too much.” he said as he winked and walked away.

maybe its the liquor or maybe you didnt notice before, but ‘damn’ you think ‘hes so fucking fine.’ all the times youve come here, he serves you, but you never asked him for his name. you didnt wanna come off as a creep or anything, youre sure many people have asked him for his name. for some reason, he doesnt wear a nametag. fuck it, “excuse me bartender.” you said suddenly. he wasnt too far away from you, just a couple customers away. he motions you to wait while he finishes with a customer.

“hi, did you want a refill?” he asked. “uh…no…um…dont take this the wrong way..but youve been serving me for a while and i never got a name.” you said. he looked at you and smiled. “how rude of me. my name is jisung!” he said and extended his arm for a handshake. “oh no i shouldve asked you. but im [reader], nice to meet you!” you said as you shook his hand profusely. he stood there for a minute, looking at you. you were looking at him. truly taking in his features. the way his glasses sat on his beautifully sculpted face. the way his uniform sorta hugged his slim figure, he was actually breathtaking.

you wouldnt be surprised if he had a girlfriend. you would be surprised if he didnt. “excuse me bartender.” a lady called. you didnt even notice you were holding his hand at that point until he smiled, briefly squeezed your hand and walked away. his hands were soft. you followed him with your eyes, you seen the lady who called for him. she wasnt all that cute. her hair was nice and neat, her outfit was formal and classy, she looked like the business class.

she was looking at him with eyes full of lust, she was flirting with him. you could tell she was really flustering him because you could hear his small giggling. she looked over at you and smirked. the hell is wrong with her? what is she trying to prove? why are you getting upset about it? jisung isnt yours, and he for damn sure isnt hers either. before you could even get to that point, you asked him to close your tab and you left.

you sat in your car for a second to be sure you werent too fucked up to drive, you took a deep breathe and looked out the window. tonight was beautiful. lightly raining, and chilly. your mind started to drift back to the moment you learned his name. his voice kept traveling in your mind. it brought a small smile to your face, it warmed your heart a little. just then, you seen the same woman walk out, jisung following behind her, he gets into her car and they leave.

“the fuck?” you said in utter disbelief. you decided not to think too much of it and went home.

the next evening, youre back at the bar. same bartender, same everything. “[reader] the usual?” said jisung. you nodded and he got your drink ready. “you doing alright?” he asked. you nodded your head once more. he looked at you confused, you normally talk to him. you always talk to him, whats with the cold shoulder? he set your drink down, and you took it. everything that happened last night, the small anger you felt, it all came rushing back. and instead of taking your small sips, you down the whole thing. slamming the cup back down and catching some peoples attention. it caught the attention of jisung.

now he knew something was up. “[reader] you are not okay. whats going on with you?” jisung said with concern lacing his voice. “i am fucking fine. aint shit wrong with me. now another one please.” you said. youre also slightly tipsy. he looks more concerned now but still gives you another one. it felt like life was still crumbling down on you. so to numb it, you downed one shot, two shots, four shots, “thats enough [reader], i legally cannot serve you anymore drinks.” jisung said. “bullshit, this is bullshit. im fucking—outta here.” you said. you start getting hiccups now, you were also totally drunk.

“ill call a cab for you. your car will be here in the morning.” jisung said. “dont fuckin act like you care ab—about me. ji—jisung.” you said drunkenly. he looked at you with slight heartbreak. he does care about you. youre the reason why he works every night. he loves looking at you, admiring you. the day you unknowingly held his hand, he went home and masturbated with the same hand. “[reader], ill take you home instead. does anyone live with you that can make sure okay and also can pick your car up tonight?” he said. hes not supposed to take you home. he could lose his job over it. but he will do anything just to be close to you. “n—no” you hiccuped.

he sat you down in an isolated booth and finished the night. he served a few more people and then closed up shop. while he was doing this, you fell asleep. though he didnt wanna wake you, he had to at least get you standing up so he can help you walk to his car. “[reader]…..[reader]” he said while gently shaking you awake. you looked around to see the bar is empty. you looked at him with confusion. “hey, its time for me to take you home.” he said and smiled. you nodded as you rubbed your eyes and got up to walk. since you were still under the influence, you had some difficulty walking on your own. luckily jisung was next to you and ready to help you walk.

he helped you in his car, strapped you in, and began driving you home. “jisung.” you spoke. “yes [reader]?” he replied. “why are you doing this?” you said softly. “because i care about you. i care about your safety.” he said. sure it was the truth but it wasnt the whole truth. “if you cared, why did you go off with that ugly ass lady?” you asked. he grinned a bit. “she took me to her house, we made out but i told her i wasn’t interested in her. i told her i had my eyes on someone else.” he said. you went from being slumped over looking out the window to now sitting up and looking at him. “you did? what happened after that?” you asked invested. “she brought me back to the bar, i got in my own car and left.” he replied.

you eventually arrived at your home and he helped you in and helped you get settled. “ji?” you called. he looked at you. “can you stay the night with me? i dont want to be alone. i wanna be with you.” you said. he smiled softly and nodded. you both got into your bed and laid there. both of you are awake, both are scared to say something. “[reader], remember when i said that i told the lady i was interested in someone else?” he spoke. “yeah.” you answered. “well, ever since you came into the bar, ive been interested in you. i was too scared to introduce myself. after i learned that you were going through a break up, i tried to suppress my feelings and make sure i was there for you. im trying to say that i want you. i know you want me as well.” he said as he looked at you.

his words made you smile, “i do, want you.” you said as you looked at him and snuggled closer. he leaned a bit closer to your face, his breath fanning your face. you were the one who closed the gap and kissed him. it was one peck, then he came back and started to kiss you passionately. you climbed on top of him, not breaking the kiss. as the room started to get hot, you started to take off your shirt. him taking off his shirt revealing his slim but muscular body. jisung reached up and unclasped your bra straps. your bra fell down your body showing off your beautiful tits. he looked in awe.

he looked you in the eyes before taking one of your nipples and sucking on it. the other nipped was being teased by this free hand. you started to grind yourself on him to relieve some of the pressure. he groaned a bit as youre right on top of his cock. you threw your head back as he swirled his tongue over your sensitive nipple. he also started to rock his hips upwards to meet your pussy halfway. this causing both of you to moan softly. “i cant wait anymore ji.” you said needily. “okay baby, let me take care of you.” he said softly.

you climbed off him and laid on your back, jisung taking off your pants and then getting up to take off his. he laid down between your legs. “wow, so wet. and your pussy is so pretty. just like you baby girl.” he said as he looked up at you. it made you blush and subconsciously close your legs, but he caught them in time. he leaned in and licked it. a small teasing lick. you whined as you grew needier and needier for him. he heard your whines and stopped teasing. he began to really savor you by sucking on your clit. then dipping his tongue in and out of your hole. you moaned loudly as hes doing this to you. “that feel good?” he asked. “mmhm~” you replied not really able to say anything.

you started to rock you hips against his mouth and he started licking faster. you grabbed his hair and pushed his head into you for more. he giggled softly at this, the vibrations of it causing you to feel closer to your climax. “just like that—ah! just like that~” you screamed softly. he cooed into you again sending vibrations to your clit. you felt your high approaching quickly. as if his mouth wasnt enough, he took two fingers and fingered you quickly. this making your high wash over you. with a loud “fuck!~” you came hard.

your legs were shaking slightly from how intense it was. you sat up and kissed him deeply. tasting yourself made you moan. you pulled back. “your turn.” you smirked. he laid down and you sat between his legs. his fully erect dick was leaking some pre. you licked a fat stripe from the bottom of his dick to his pretty tip. he hissed at the sensation. you did that two or three times before you took his tip and started to suck on it. “oh goodness—oh go—that feels nice.” he whimpered. you smiled as you took his length all the way down. it took him by surprise and he subconsciously bucked his hips upwards. whatever didnt fit in your mouth, you took your hand and jerked it.

you bobbed your head and jerked him quickly, then slowly to tease. you kept that same pattern for about 5 minutes before he says “shit—baby..im gonna..’m cumming~”. you stopped before he could, he looked at you in amusement. “youre gonna regret that honey.” he chuckled. he flipped you over so you were on your back. he lined himself with you. “is this okay? we dont have to move on if you dont want to.” he said.

“im sure, i want this, i want you.” you moaned slightly. no more words were said as he slid himself into you. he was a couple inches bigger than your ex but he was definitely wider. the stretch making your toes curl. “oh my god baby, youre tight. its feels so good princess.” he moaned as he bottomed out. he stroked himself slowly in, slowly out. it was making your eyes roll back. you gripped his arm “faster, please ji. i need it…i need—it!” you moaned loudly as he sped up like you asked. he was knocking the wind from your lungs, it felt so good!

“i know you need it, you like how it feels? hm? you like how i fuck you?” he whispered in your ear. he reached his hand down and rubbed your clit. this made you closer quickly. “yes! yesyesyes—fuck im cumming!” you nearly screamed. he pulled out quickly and let you calm down. you frowned and whined. “told you, you’d regret not letting me cum.” he said. he turned you on your knees so you were in doggy position. he stroked himself a couple times before pushing himself back into you. jisung threw his head back and he rocked himself into you. he gripped your hips as he dragged you on and off his cock.

from this angle, you felt your climax about to hit again. maybe even harder than before. by this time, jisung was also close. his hips starting to lose rhythm and became sloppier by the seconds. “fuck [reader], youre gonna make me fuckin—cum!” he whined. you were so close to yours that you barely understood what he was saying. after a couple more hard thrusts of his hips, you were screaming and crying slightly as your orgasm hit you like a bus. he fucked you through your high. shortly after you he pulled out and started to stroke himself. “oh my god—im cumming…im cu—m’ gonna—fuck!” he moaned as he finished on your back.

after you both calmed down and cleaned up, he kissed you on the lips again. “im all yours baby, im all for you.” he said. you smiled as you let yourself drift back to sleep.

fin!

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[kentoxo]

Okay, okay, so...

idk if you already made this but I would be so happy if you do this..

Megumi x reader- teens. SFW

.Cuddling...... both Gumi and reader are like- grumpy and have a soft spot for each other (this appeared in my head randomly but I'm lazy to write it oopss)😭

yes! this is a nice wholesome change in the midst of my content. i will age him up to at least 18 since yk im imagining it (despite it being sfw i know!!) i hope this doesnt disappoint you :( <3

pairing: reader (f) x bf!megumi (aged up)

synopsis: do two stubborn people make them docile? no, but their chemistry in cuddling is quite the tango

warning: SFW, fluff xo

a/n: i hope this fulfills your req anon. i apologize if i didnt do it justice!

"y/n, please tell him something!" Yuji moaned.

You and the gang found yourselves at a small omakase restaurant near the mission you all just completed. Nobara, Megumi, and you came out unscathed, whereas Yuji was roughened up by the curses you all recently exterminated.

Because of this, he was currently victim to Megumi’s light teasing.

"I don't know what you want me to do about that," you murmur as Megumi casually gets ahead of you to hold to the door for both you and Nobara. When Yuji follows suit, Megumi enters himself, barely leaving the door open for the pink-haired sorcerer.

"See?" Yuji cries from behind. Nobara rushes over and punches his arm, telling him to be lower his voice as the restaurant was a quiet space. You all speak to the assistant up at the front, who guides you towards the room reserved with the rest of your friends.

Opening the sliding door, you're met with Toge, Maki, and Yuta. You all greet one another while filing inside. "There's a space by the window," Megumi hums near your ear. As you take your seat, Yuji attempts to sit next to you. But, Megumi quickly puts his forearm in front of Yuji's stomach, and stops him at his tracks.

"Nobody likes a possessive boyfriend," Yuji teases.

"Speak for yourself," you muttered.

Megumi quietly grins as he takes his seat beside you, followed by a cheeky grinned Nobara. "He's calling you a dork in his head," Nobara loosely translates, earning a stuck out tongue by Yuji. You smile weakly at the other higher grade sorcerers before leaning back against the window. Toge silently pours you a cup of green tea and offers it to you, in which you gladly accept.

"What happened to you guys?" Maki's eyes sift between you 4. "You look like you've been to hell and back."

Nobara gently rubs her eyes while speaking, "the curses were in an abandoned asylum. Supposedly a lot of gang and dangerous activities were being held here, and scared students often explored it to prove themselves to their friends."

"The rooms were endless!" Yuji exclaimed. "It was like a maze, it was horrible."

Megumi huffs, "the reason it felt endless was because you aimlessly entered each room even though we found a map." Your hand finds its way to Megumi's thigh and you give him a poke. He clears his throat.

Yuji crosses his arms defiantly, "maybe the map wasn't updated!"

"The asylum is abandoned, you moron!" Nobara seethed.

As everyone continued to discuss their missions, Megumi looked over at you worriedly. You had your eyes close, you were exhausted. In moments, you felt a warm oshibori on your forehead, and a hand grabbing your own under the table. You open your eyes slightly, noticing Megumi smiling down at you. He squeezes your hand reassuringly before allowing you to rest your eyes once again.

Making your way back to school, Megumi and you went your separate ways from the team to go back to his dorm. You changed out of your outfit and slid into one of Megumi's large sweatshirts and sweatpants. He watches you drag your feet from the bathroom and into his bed.

"m'sorry that you couldn't wear your favorite one," Megumi murmurs while folding his uniform. "I forgot that I left it in the hamper during my last wash." Megumi himself was also comfortable in a navy blue sweat set.

"It's okay," you whisper, pulling up his heavy quilt over your body. He smiles to himself from your actions, knowing how exhausted you were. "Come here," you say softly.

Megumi obliges, picking up the blanket before getting on the bed. He settles beside you, taking a moment to get comfortable. He looks down at you, smiling warmly. He pulls up the hem of his sweatshirt and gently taps your forehead. "Come in, baby."

You blindly pat around, your hand finding its way on his torso. You snake over to him and get into his sweatshirt, freeing your head in his loose collar. Megumi fixes the blanket to cover you completely. As he lays down and settles in more, you fix your face into the crook of his neck.

His strong arms embrace you, his hands running up and down your back. His warmth was intoxicating. He smelled of frankincense and nature. Though his collarbone was sharp, his skin was soft, and he was still comfortable enough to rest on like this. He gives you light squeezes, with one hand going over to your hair.

Gently, he massages the back of your head with little rubs of his finger tips, truly making you just seconds away from passing out. "You can sleep if you want," Megumi croaks, he himself just as exhausted. "We don't have another mission for the next few days."

"mmm," you moan exhaustively. He was your solace, his words imbued with care and safety. "Can we go get food later?" You whisper against the heat of his neck. His Adams apple gently dents your cheek when he swallowed.

"I'll get you whatever your heart desires," Megumi hums, squeezing you lovingly. "Now sleep."

[tiki-was-here]

Jealous Thanos x Childhood Bestfriend Reader P1

Word Count: idk 900?

Trying out a new format. Im a legend thanos

The door creaked open without ceremony, followed by the familiar shuffle of sneakers scuffing across cheap linoleum. You didn’t bother looking up. There were few people who entered your apartment like they belonged there, and Choi Su-bong—regardless of how many times you told him otherwise—had long since declared your space his second home.

“Hyung!” he shouts, stumbling in through your bedroom door. “You got anything for me?”

You didn't even bother looking up from what you were doing, choosing to remain seated at your desk counting bills. You heard the rustling of fabric and then a heavy thud as he collapsed onto your mattress, muttering something into your pillow about the state of the world and how exhausted he was (he didn't even have a real job)

You glance at him—eyes bright red, “You high already?”

He snorted. “Nah. Just came to see my best bro. And maybe, you know…” His voice trailed off as he rolled over, eyeing your desk drawer. “Get one or two of those pink pills. Maybe three. For the creative process.”

You turned your chair slowly to face him. He’s wearing that ugly red hoodie again, the one you’re pretty sure he’s never washed. His eyes are glassy, but he’s not gone yet. Just floating.

“You’re not paying, are you?”

“Would I be here if I was?” he replied with a grin. “Come on. We’re best friends. This is what friends do.”

He reaches toward your stash drawer, and you smack his hand like he’s a baby going to touch an outlet.

“Su-bong,” you say warningly.

He pouts. “Come on, hyung. Don’t be like that. We’re best friends, right?”

“Best friends pay for their pills.”

“I left you a Snickers bar last time.”

“That was expired.”

“You’re so ungrateful,” he mutters, rolling onto his back. “Fine. What do you want? I’ll do anything. Just name it.”

You leaned back in your chair, letting the two of you sit in silence for a few seconds. Su-bong had been saying that for years. Back when you were still in school, when your uniform pants had holes in them and you skipped class to run errands for your dad's repair shop. Back when he’d follow you around after the bell rang, notebook clutched to his chest, asking you to teach him English lyrics and make his lines “sound cool.” He’d promise to make it up to you but his idea of repaying you for your time was to “allow you” to attend his first show to see “a future rap god” miserably fail at his first battle.

He was lucky that he was cute or you would have ditched him a long time ago.

With a shrug, you said, “Alright. But you actually have to do something for me this time.”

His brow lifted slightly, suspicion creeping into his expression. “What kind of something?”

“I just need a few passes to your next show. For some old classmates.”

He blinked. “That’s it?”

“Yeah. I ran into some old friends from school. Thought I’d take them. Could be fun.”

His face twisted like he’d swallowed something bitter. “What friends?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just people we knew,Kim Min-jun  and the gang. Chill out.”

He scoffed, clearly unimpressed. “You mean the ones who used to call you names? You actually want to hang out with them now?”

You could tell that he was getting upset, the familiar furrow of his brow letting you know that you should probably choose your next words wisely if you didnt want to get him ranting.

“It doesnt matter what they said back then,” you replied. “They were kids. So were we.”

There was a pause and his jaw clenched slightly. For all his bravado, there was still something fragile about him—something that cracked when it came to the way others treated you. 

“I know I was an asshole to some people back in highschool but not even I would have done some of the things they did to you. You of all people didnt deserve it.

“No one does,” you said. “But just trust me on this one thing. They actually came up to me and apologized when they saw me. A real heartfelt apology. I just want to see if we can be friends after all this time”

He stood without a word, brushing imaginary lint from his hoodie, and ambled over to your desk. You didn’t stop him this time when he opened the drawer and took what he came for. He tucked the baggie into his pocket.

“I’ll get you the passes,” he said. “Just don’t expect me to be nice to your friends.” Then he left, door slamming shut behind him. 

You hadn’t meant to upset him. Not really. You just wanted him to do one thing without making it dramatic.

But asking Choi Su-bong not to be dramatic was like asking the sun not to shine.

With a sigh, you turned back to your desk and tried to focus. 

You hadn’t lied—Min-jun and the others had apologized. Ran into you at a corner store near the station and acted like they’d just spotted a ghost. You didn’t know what you expected. A laugh, maybe. Another cheap jab about your hair or your family. But instead, they’d just looked… sorry. Real sorry.

It had thrown you off more than you wanted to admit.

You didn’t even know why you wanted to go to the show with them. Part curiosity. Part ego. An aching need to prove you weren’t that same quiet kid anymore—the one who used to walk home alone with their head down while Su-bong trailed behind you.

You rubbed your temples. This was giving you a headache.

[lmlknn]

hayy! Not exactly a request but do you have any thoughts for a Shuji Hanma (tokyo revenger) X male reader with some fluff?? Sorry just trying to see if people still write for this crazy guy in a good way. Please if this, doesnt make you comfortable and/or you dislike this character feel free to ignore it and have a good day! 🫶

Sweetheart

Pairing: Shuji Hanma x Male! Reader

Warnings: Smoking, mention of cigarettes.

Summary: Headcanons of Hanma as your boyfriend

Notes: Thanks for requesting! Hope you like it ^^

English is not my first language any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

Hanma is madly in love with you; even though his life in the underworld brings problems, don't doubt his love. He'll talk about you to anyone he trusts.

Kisaki has already lost count of the times Hanma talks to him about his cute boyfriend with a goofy smile.

Hanma is crazy, he won't hesitate to get a tattoo that reminds him of you. He'd probably get it on his collarbone.

His kisses would be soft, he'd be afraid of hurting you; we all know his sadistic tendencies, but with you he's such a sweetheart.

If you weren't part of a gang, he'd definitely protect you even more. He knows you're a strong guy, you've shown him that on several occasions, but you're his little piece of sunshine. How could he bear the mere thought of being hurt?

He's a completely wild man when he finds out you've been hurt. It doesn't matter if it was accidental, the only marks Hanma allows to decorate your body are those of his hickeys.

Feeling down? Don't worry, Hanma is willing to have an afternoon of hugs and kisses so he can make you feel better.

Do you want to give someone a hard time? Hanma has the solution, just one call and you're done! You've never done it, but Hanma is willing to do it if it makes you happy.

If you were part of a gang, Hanma would be totally screwed then. I couldn't help but bite my lip watching you fight. Has he told you how sexy you are yet?

He would go crazy if he sees you wearing his clothes, let alone his gang uniform. You can swear his pupils are heart-shaped.

The times he comes in hurt and asks for your help, he loves to sit on your lap, caress your thighs, hips, and waist while you focus on taking care of your sloppy boyfriend.

Now, let's talk about quality time afternoons. No matter what the plan is about, he knows that if you're by his side, it's going to be perfect. I think Hanma would be one of those people who is surprisingly good at cooking, so he wouldn't hesitate to make you something to eat to show his love.

There's no shortage of walks at three in the morning because, why not?

I think Hanma would be embarrassed to ask to share things; he'd be the type to give you something, and later buy the same thing and say, "Oh wow, well, now we have something similar." As if you didn't notice.

If you were going somewhere and asked him to pick you up, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to show off; he'd somehow make his bike make even more noise, park outside the place with a bad boy face and wait for you to come out.

When you're out walking, his hand has two favorite places: your waist and your shoulder. As long as you're not holding hands.

Sleeping cuddled up is always a dilemma; I think he's a hot person, he usually sleeps without blankets and gets hot quickly. If you're a person who's always cold, you'd make a total sacrifice to not die of heat when you hug him while you sleep.

Although when he wakes up and the first thing he sees is you sleeping on his chest, he thinks you look so angelic and cute that he can't help but feel lucky to have you by his side.

Going on a date means he pays for everything; no matter when you try to get ahead of him, Hanma somehow always beats you to it.

If you don't know how to ride a motorcycle, he teaches you; surprisingly, he has great patience and explains very well, so you were able to learn quickly.

If you're a fan of some snack, Hanma will always have a few in his pocket; he never knows when you're going to crave one.

In nicknames, you're his cute boyfriend, so he'd probably call you pretty boy, honey, love. Although they're basic, Hanma says them wholeheartedly.

We all know that Hanma smokes, and one of his deepest fantasies is to pass smoke from mouth to mouth. (I KNOW IT'S TRUE!)

Speaking of PDA, he's not afraid to kiss you or hug you in the middle of the street, but he always makes sure not to make you feel uncomfortable.

I think Hanma's entire room would smell like cigarettes, so would all of his belongings. When you wear something of his, he loves the combination of your own scent with his cologne and the cigarette.

Hanma loves you deeply, he wouldn't hesitate for a single second to make that clear to you.

[gold-rhine]

obv i love funny and cute posts and art about neuvi and rizzley doing halloween costumes and so on, but its really a pity that ppl seem to always put them into cliche roles of like neuvi being posh, serious stick in the ass who like wants rizzley to dress more formally or doesnt want to dress up in silly costumes

like first of all, he doesnt even like his own clothes. he has voice line complaining about how they are uncomfortable, but he has to wear them as a judge. its just a work uniform for him, he's a water lizard, he doesnt have human societal prejudices of how it's "appropriate" to dress.

second, like. have you guys played lantern rite. have you not seen the Loch Ness Ladle he made and how excited he was about it and about going to pottery class. how he made rizzley a stone codex as a joke and infodumped about it. also, listen to his voice line about archons wearing fake visions. he's WHEEZING like a broken kettle. he absolutely has sense of humor and he doesnt see himself above silly or fun activities. he would LOVE to participate in a dress up

like, neuvi and rizzley on halloween would be like. neuvi in a giant costume of loch ness monster (he was obviously plesiosaur shaped as a dragon and hes very nostalgic about it), its smth like this, but EXTREMELY well made, with like gilded ridges and precious gems and bioluminescent fins, bc he made it himself in a local arts and crafts club with the help of like 20 melusines and they all infused it with magic

and rizzley is standing next to him, dressed mostly as usual, but wearing lab coat he stole from his heterobait scientists instead of his jacket and t-shirt that says "There are many benefits to being a marine biologist". tshirt is too tight for him and he still wears his loose tie and his choker-bandage stripes. he's listening to neuvi yap about how wonderful it is to participate in human festivities and how exactly is complex wire construction inside of costume's neck is made, to which rizzley occasionally says "wow. Impressive~~" in a flirty tone and also makes sure that no one makes fun of neuvi

[tiramissyoucake]

Not super descriptive, im afraid, but I enjoyed your last Gdorf fic and was hoping to request another :3 with gender neutral pronouns and terms if that's alright🙏

Something along the lines of him making you ride him/grind against his knee while he sits on the throne, with some good old-fashioned degradation, along with throwing in some praise here and there. Most ideally, OOT or TP Ganondorf in mind! But that's all up to you, I'm not picky.

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, reader is his loyal attendant here- pre-marriage even? GN so very vague genitalia description. 1k words semi proof read.

CW: NSFW, thigh-riding, use of 'slut', 'whore' Ganondorf being mean but he still loves reader, reader doesnt get to nut yet.

notes: finally.. an excuse to write more for him, thanks for ur request !! he has muscular thighs in all versions so technically all versions work. this is called thigh-riding, right? for some reason it doesn't do it for me but anything Ganondorf related is good. NEW DIVIDER DEBUT tell me how ya'll like it.

Your job was simple, answer when called and obey commands. Ganondorf was a no-nonsense man, so you ensured everything was perfect, your appearance, your work, your posture and speech.

Today was quiet, Ganondorf called for you from the throne room. Your steps were consistently quick- urgently responding to his call while keeping a dignified image. You automatically lowered your head reaching him, he stood near the throne, approaching you, a smile stretching across his strong features; your obedience was always a welcome sight.

“Raise your head, my loyal attendant.” His voice was carried across the room, you followed his order, looking at your king as your hands subtly smoothed down your uniform, the one he insisted you wear.

“I apologize for making you wait, my king. I was tending to the archives.” You explained as smoothly as you could, his eyes followed your every movement, it always made a shiver shoot up your spine. (one you learned to suppress)

“Do you tire of these journeys?” He started, velvet voice coaxing you to drop the formalities for a moment, you always had to look up when talking to him; though you assumed anyone would if they weren’t a tall specimen of the Goron or Zora.

Your confused glance made him continue. “You have many tasks to complete in my palace, you’re only close to me when it’s my chambers or this very throne room.” He settled down onto his rightful throne, one hand clutching the armrest while the other propped his head up to look at you properly. “We should assign you a seat here, shouldn’t we?”

Your first answer was no, where would it go? Next to the throne? That was a position for someone like the king’s spouse; you were just an attendant. He did not wait for an answer and simply patted his thigh. “Come here.”

He anticipated your hesitance, you stood in front of him, and he maneuvered you easily in his hands to sit on his muscular thigh, the sudden movement almost caused you to fall completely on him. Your hand firmly rested on his shoulder and bicep. it was… shockingly comfortable. Most of his armor was focused on his chest so his legs were mostly just clothed.

“Relax, when have I ever harmed you?” Ganondorf carefully tugged you closer, feeling how snug you were against him he couldn’t help a chuckle from emanating, the closeness made you blush. “Do I strike fear into your heart, my little attendant?”

He didn’t mind your secure grasp on him as he tugged you closer, the movement and pressure making you gasp before you could answer, his height, his size, everything overwhelmed you as he gently moved you back and forth. His voice lowered as he leaned closer to you. “Isn’t this what you deserve? The perfect seat for my one and only obedient attendant...” his tone was oddly sweet, the low volume making his voice carry more vibration and gruffness than it already did.

Your lips were parted, you knew you’d be a fool to object to your king’s affections, but should you be seen like this? In such a debauched way in front of the man you devoted your existence to? “But... someone might see us- sir...!”

Ganondorf laughed, deep and rich as he held your hips firmly, he could feel you begin to struggle against his planted hands holding you in place, he knew you wouldn’t disappoint him. “No one would step foot in here unless I command it.”

That assured you a bit, but he pressed on. “Do you think me cruel enough to let you be seen in such a manner? By anyone except me? flushed and panting on my thigh like a shameless slut…” you knew he was possessive, but never over you. you could barely focus over the building pleasure between your legs, you mentally curse the underlayer of your uniform, the cloth clung to your skin and yet you could feel everything and it was hard to keep your composure in your king's hands like this.

You glanced at him pleadingly, he cooed at you almost mockingly as his hands loosened, allowing you to set your own pace. “… should I let you be seen like this?” You had to look away, the idea was shameful, but you felt even more guilt at the arousal pooling within.

“Perhaps I should place you on my thigh like this when I work? I’d enjoy looking at a writhing little slut like you as I finish my tasks…” he chuckled darkly as you moved your hips less subtly now, hands clinging to whatever fabric peeked out from beneath his armor.

“P-please, my king…” you whimpered, it was pathetically amusing yet arousing, Ganondorf held your jaw in his hand and forced you to look up at him, your hip movements slowed but hadn’t stopped, you couldn’t stop, not when the pressure of his thigh was against all the right places, pressing your buttons and getting you so close but it wasn’t enough; you needed him to touch you.

“Please what? You have the gall to make demands to your king? When you’re humping my thigh like a needy whore?” his hand clutched your hip tightly as he sat up, the pressure forcing a choked moan out of you as your grip fastened onto him for stability. “What’s the matter? Is this too much for you?”

He moved you harshly once more, the friction shooting at your senses so quickly you couldn’t reply unless it was a lewd request for him to ruin you. he laughed, kissing your neck, it would have been a sweet gesture had it not been for his hands guiding your frantic riding back and forth.

You were always so obedient, always sacrificing anything for his pleasure and approval, seeing you chase your release so greedily. It was a sight to behold; you were always the quiet little attendant, seeing this side of you only made his desire for you triple, he could barely hold himself back.

He stopped you by grounding you down onto him, enough to stop you but not enough to hurt you. He sat up properly once more, leaning down to speak into your ear. “Enough. you’ve shown me just how much of a good attendant you can be…”

Disappointment and guilt racked your being, was this some sort of test that you failed? Had you disappointed him? Your questions were stopped as he manhandled you once more, carefully he picked you up and stood, his bulking strength made you feel like your weight was nothing as you were fitted snugly in his arms. “I was serious, you know; I won’t let you be seen like this by anyone but me... Now, be quiet until we reach my chambers.”

[ducksido]

i dont usually interact on tumblr idk if this is wrong, but could you do trey and a ftm partner? yuu or not, doesnt matter

[dw u did it right]

🍀Trey with a ftm partner🏳️‍⚧️

Trey wasn’t the loudest person in the room, and you liked that about him. He never made a big deal of anything—even things that mattered. But somehow, that made it feel even more genuine when he did notice, when he did say something.

Like when you tried on your new binder for the first time.

You hadn't planned for anyone to see. You were just testing the fit, maybe going to wear it under your uniform to see if it felt okay during the school day. But Trey had stopped by Ramshackle with a small box of pastries—“extras” from the dorm kitchen, he said with a smile—and you'd forgotten to throw on a hoodie before opening the door.

His eyes had flickered, just for a second. Not judgmental. Just a glance. Then he smiled that easy, warm smile of his and held out the box.

"You look good," he said simply, like he was saying the sky was blue. "Is it new?"

You nodded, surprised that your throat felt a little tight.

“First time wearing it,” you murmured, one hand unconsciously tugging at the hem of your shirt.

Trey stepped inside, set the box down on your desk, then turned back to you with soft eyes behind his glasses.

“Comfortable?” he asked, like it was the most important question in the world.

You nodded again, more confidently this time.

“Yeah,” you said. “It is.”

He smiled again and reached over to gently fix a stray fold in your shirt where the binder showed through.

“Then I’m happy,” he said.

He didn’t make a big deal about it. Didn’t ask invasive questions or overcompensate. He just accepted you—like he always had—and moved on to offer you a strawberry tart.

But later, when you went to eat it, you found a little sticky note tucked under the paper liner.

“To the most handsome guy I know. I’m proud of you.” —Trey

[aaakikoo]

AOT MEN,

what do they get jealous of?

summary -> what makes them jealous basically

paring(s) -> levi, eren (1) , armin, jean, connie (2) x f!reader

an -> levi is the only one with the normal verse, sorry!

warnings -> pet names?, cursing, jealousy obv, tell me if i missed any lol

this is part 2, jean, armin and connie. here is part one.

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN: modern AU

jean doesnt like when another guy makes you laugh, he thinks its his job to put a smile on your face.

it was a saturday early afternoon, around 1pm. you and jean planned a park date, only little issue is that you were called in to your part time at a coffee shop very early in the morning. luckily, it was only a 6 hour shift, from 7am-1pm. jean was driving his car to pick you up.

he parked carefully in front of the shop, got out locking his car. hands in his black sweats, wearing a comfy pair of NewBalance sneakers. he opened the door gently and got in, scanning the place for you.

he didnt quite see you, but your laughter triggered his ears, he turned towards the sound, you were standing behind a little wall, wiping a table. you werent alone, along another co-worker, he was wiping the floor.

"no fucking way" you said laughing so hard tears began forming your eyes, the guy was adding on the joke, making you laugh harder, at one point you had to take a seat. as you sat continuing to laugh, jean walked up from behind, almost surprising you.

"hi baby" you said, getting up to hug him tightly, "hey, is your shift over?" he asked as he held your shoulder, "yep, ill just finish wiping, change and ill be out"

he hummed, but it got a little quiet. so you introduced your co-worker to jean, "oh jean this is one of my work buddies, his name is kai, hes around our age, and loves pottery."

"alright, y/n" kai said chuckling a little bit, "no need to tell my entire life story" he said, it was pretty quiet as jean didnt say much, "nice to meet you, man. y/n has told me a little about you," the situation was tense, kai looked at you to try ease the situation, "oh yeah, baby i forgot to mention, hes also very gay." jean visibly relaxed at that, even though he tried to play cool.

kai stretched his hand to greet jean, jean took his hand and introduced himself. "my name is jean, nice to meet you too."

"alright ill go inside" you said leaving the two guys standing alone, you hoped they will at least exchange a couple sentences and initiate some small talk. you changed from your uniform into a black skirt, and knee-high boots, you grabbed your shoulder bag and exited.

you walked towards jean, kai was standing by the cashing machine. "im done" you said looking up at him rubbing his back gently, he took your hand in his and walked towards the door, you both walked towards the car, he opened the passenger seat for you as you got in.

"did you get all the stuff?" you asked as he got in the driver seat, "yep i did" he said, closing his door, grabbing your thigh, "are you okay?" you asked him, while stroking his cheek with your index finger, he grabbed your hand and kissing it, "im perfectly fine, baby" he said, smiling at you, you returned the smile as he bagan driving.

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ARMIN ARLERT: modern AU

what gets on armins nerves is when someone tries to teach you something that he is perfectly capable of doing so himself, especially academically.

you were sitting in class next to reiner, as the professor levi was explaining todays lecture on the smart board. your best friend sasha was sitting a couple seats away with her friend connie. while your boyfriend armin was a few seats ahead with eren.

after professor levi had finished explaning he gave the students a 10 minute break. you were pretty confused about something he had explained. you turned to your sitting mate, reiner.

"hey reiner, do you know how to do task 5B, it says to find the shortest distance between a point and a line in 3D space. " you asked as his attention shifted to you, "oh yeah, they kinda work in a special way, you have to position the point, lets call it P, as (x1, y1, z1) because its a 3D space, the formula is this-"

"hey, whats going on here?" a voice interrupted reiner, "yo armin, just explaining something y/n didnt get during the lecture"

"what does y/n not understand?" he had the sickening sweet voice that he uses when he tries hard to fake something, you looked at him, and said "well this task," he snatched the pencil from reiner and the paper from your desk, he began explaining it to you instead, completely forgetting about reiner, you looked at reiner yourself with an awkward smile.

luckily he fully understood you and his attention shifted when annie called his name from behind.

while you were distracted, armin was explaining the task to you, "so baby, do you get it now?" he asked as he looked up at you, "huh? oh, armin, thank you, baby" you said grabbing the pencil from him.

"is everything okay?" you said lowering your voice so only he could hear it. "yes why wouldnt everything be?" he said trying to cover up for himself. "armin, dont even try to play with me right now." he looked at you defeated, "look i know i shouldnt look to deep into it, but its oddly uncomfortable when someone else other than me, helps you with school and stuff like that...." he said also lowering his voice, "sorry y/n. what i did was very passive aggressive, and very rude to reiner."

"armin, its okay. reiner understands, and you can relax your shoulders, reiner isnt interested in me and im not either, he was simply helping me and you shouldnt look to deep into it." you said smiling at him fixing his messy hair.

"alright then, come to my dorm later and i can explain vectors properly to you." he suggested as he leaned in and kissed your cheek, "sure thing, baby" he said grabbing your hand, guiding your to eren and mikasa to spend the remaining of the break with you.

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CONNIE SPRINGER: modern AU

connie doesnt like when you play video games alone with other guys. he would want to play with him, or with you and your other friends.

you and him were on a date today, he dropped you at your apartment and drove to his. when he came back, showered, and ate an energy bar as a snack, he wanted to get on the game with his friends.

he opened his discord to see that both you and jean were online, he texted jean a: "wanna hop on?" message. jean responded almost immediately. "me and your girl happened to be playing at the same time, ill add you to the VC"

once connie was added he heard your sweet voice greet him, "hey fine man" you said and him returning it.

"do you guys wanna play COD?" connie asked, both you and jean agreeing.

after a couple hours of gaming and having fun jean had to excuse himself. "ait, ill catch ya later costantine constance connie" jean said clearly poking fun at his friend, "yo drop that shit, man. ima pull up and we gon fight" connie responded sarcastically. "shiver me timbers. bye y/n" jean said leaving the call.

"connieeee" you said as the call got quiet. "whats up baby?" he responded, "come over, i miss you"

"we were just together the entire day," he said chuckling, leaving the game. "not enough, take me to pound town tonight pretty please." you said pleaing him, knowing that you dont have to ask twice before he shows up at your apartment.

"bet, only if you play games with me more often"

"BET, now come over fine man, lemme eat you up."