#i love him of course i just need to see more ab fanart with others :)

[grupheetie]

are there any jej fans out there... someone... hlelo......

[obey-moi]

I wanna imagine that the cards are a real thing in-universe. Like, the brothers, royals, Solomon and Thirteen all get put into a trading card game just because they’re all very popular individuals with their own fanbases Everyone’s card art is a little different from their actuall looks bc the actual people aren’t involved in the art production, so everone gets washboard abs and clear skin. It’d also be considered defamation of any of them are portrayed with a single blemish lol.

Of course Asmo collects ONLY his own cards and MC’s cards, even if some of them look off. “This one’s hair is too brunette but I love the SHINE they put in my lipgloss!” Or something silly like that. They go into a photo album binder where he gets other pieces of fanart.

Leviathan collects SO many card and knows the rules and decimates everyone at the games, but he absolutely refuses to collect his own cards. “Can you imagine if I played my own card as if I were actually cool? Like I had those powers, or l-looked as dashing a-as they portray me?? None of my cards would actually be good?? I’m JuSt An OtAkU??” Never plays the holographics of MC. Those get framed but never displayed. (MC finds them and they do the same to him since they both avoid their own cards. In fact they do a daily dropoff where if there’s an envelope under their door they can usually expect it to be the others’ cards.) He’s also a master of making different decks, like he has a deck for every sin, every person, etc. The Royals+Angels deck and the Envy deck are his favourite ones.

Mammon thrives on the Devildom TCG market. Rare cards go for a ton of Grimm! And also you wanna know why he keeps trying to sell pics of Lucifer, right? He knows one of the official card artists. “This was the outfit this card was based on, yeah? Here’s the followup of him rolling his sleeves and loosening his tie! And I bet you’re gonna love THIS one! Nobody can ever seem to get his angry smile just right until they see it in person, but this picture comes pretty close. Doesn’t it give you shivers? I can start at 1500 grimm. Also, could you tell whoever is making THESE cards to stop whitewashing the GREAT Mammon? Plzkthx :)”

Satan’s not much for card games unless a friend challenges him to a different, more classic game, like rummy or liar. But he does keep the trading cards he likes the most. Art is art, what can he say? They’re also perfect bookmarks. His fave is probably one of MC that captures them perfectly in his vision.

Lucifer thinks the whole TCG is just silly and doesn’t really participate in any of it........... But Priddy Boy’s gotta be ✨Perfect In Everything✨. The man has canonically been stated to be good a video games for the simple need to be good at everything, you think he wouldn’t study strategy and play like it’s chess or smth? That and in his Dad Wallet where he keeps pictures of his brothers (and MC), he keeps his favourite cards of them behind each respectful photo.

Beel doesn’t really collect or know how to play, but Beel has autographed many a card after fangol games, so he can at least understand it’s a collectible item. He tried learning from Leviathan how to play this one time, and it made sense to him for the most part. Card has Life Points, Attack Points, and Special Skills. Beat up opponents' cards and win. Not too different from most other card games. But there are complicated rules to it that he forgets or mixes up. He’d much rather use the cards like dolls and make them “talk” to each other.

Belphie also doesn’t play or collect, but he does enjoy getting his hands on the holographic cards. One day Levi was sent to look for Belphie to tell him it was dinner time. He found the youngest in the attic cutting up the cards into shapes and gluing them back-to-back, hanging them up like a mobile. Levi fainted backward down the stairs and refused to look at Belphie for two months straight.

Solomon really likes these cards! Like Satan he uses them as bookmarks, but specific Sin Colours and People get paired with certain books. Green Satan cards are used on cursed tomes or books about curses, blue Satan cards are used in art history books. Pink Asmo cards are left in Seduction Spell books, while yellow Asmo cards are for books about venoms from creatures. Etc. Makes categorization much easier!

Barbatos doesn’t collect, but he does know how to play. He referees for the Young Lord sometimes whenever Diavolo gets a chance to have fun.

Y’all know ya homeboy DIAVOLO is one of the biggest collectors! He and Levi are both DAUNTING on the “battlefield”, though Dia doesn’t take things so seriously like Levi does sometimes. He’s even commissioned actual paintings of himself and everyone so that those portraits can be made into cards. They’re the rarest ones, there only being one of each person out in the world. As much as Dia would have loved to keep those cards, he likes to watch the chaos of others scrambling desperately try to obtain an Ultra Rare Royal Painted Holographic. Besides, he still has the original paintings! (Also he likes to collect the DevilWendy’s kids meal toy versions of those “cards”, which are actually those plastic “gold” plated cards inside of “”””pokéballs””””. Adorable!)

Some Thirteen cards have special abilities based on real traps of hers. Some of Thirteen’s traps are based on some of the cards. She likes to tape some cards up like stickers to some of said traps as decorations. Or as part of the trap. She once tried to entice Solomon with a card, but Levi fell for it instead and nearly got impaled in a tiger trap she called “Super Duper Rare Double Dare #106”.

Mephistopheles says he doesn’t care about such childish playthings. But once the Diavolo released those Ultra Rare Royal Painted Holographic, and ‘Phisto got highest bidder on the Diavolo card, SUDDENLY he’s become Maximillion Pegasus and his signature deck is the Diavolo deck.

Luke isn’t really one to play, but he does like the art of some of them! He’ll put some in a scrapbook! It’s also another bookmark technique, where certain people’s cards get bookmarked on their favourite recipes. He got the idea from Solomon’s method of bookmarking.

Simeon also doesn’t play but mainly collects. Got a little hooked on it before Raphael moved in and the room was being used for Levi’s spare collection stuff. He was even given many of the Common ones for free (what Simeon did with common cards, Levi didn’t nearly care as much, and trusted him more with cards than he could trust Belphie with holo’s...). He’s collected all the Seven Lords themed ones. It’s a nice, low-key hobby, like stamp collecting. He donates the ones he doesn’t need to MC or Levi.

Raphael neither plays, collects, or knows anything about them really. But he does still have an annoying familiarity with them, thanks to Michael wanting him to buy several packs, nay, BOXES of packs. Michael needs to be the number one Lucifer Card collector. Bro misses his bro... ;(

[candycharmss]

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷‧₊˚💕 ‧₊˚ I HAD THIS FEELING, AS I WAS FALLING ~ . . .

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷‧₊˚💕 ‧₊˚ THE SOUND 'CROSS THE BAY, WAS THE SOUND OF YOU CALLING ~ . . .

INFO UNDER THE CUT ~ !

Hey hi! My name is Dew!! I’m just a silly guy that’s just here to talk about my silly little f/os!! You know how it is!!! I know my account is empty (mainly bc i am so nervous to be entering this place again ahA...) but I promise you I’m gonna be pretty much active here, just like i was on my main! I figured maybe a side blog would be nicer, plus I can yap way more ehehe. 💕

Oh yea my main is @candycoffinss HE/she pronouns! ʚ♡ɞ Genderfluid ʚ♡ɞ Gay ʚ♡ɞ Adult

I will warn you though, this blog is VERY horror/gore themed, I love spooky stuff! So be cautious pls <3

Please no doubles D: … nothing personal I promise!!! It just kinda makes me feel not so great :( this might change we’ll see :L…

... Since I am an adult, so there might be the occasional suggestive post but I will be tagging it as #suggestive and #suggestive cw so I’d like to politely ask for minors to block it! Or anyone who’s uncomfortable, really. But I promise there won’t be a bunch! Maybe just funny memes. :P!

I have a bunch of f/os… like, a lot.. But my main focuses are these fellas!!

💫 Arthur D4venp0rt from 4rt 0f M0re! I like to say I'm his #1 bf because I'm sure almost nobody else has rlly heard of this show ehehe <33 I just started watching it and I decided he'd be a f/o of mine!!!! He's a cutie <33. The ship name is Chocolate Coins! He has a lot of money so i thought it'd make sense. :3 Aannnddd for tags... |♡|🎨 ~ YOUR SONG ! 🎨 ✎ . . . My sweetheart <3 💫 Sc0tt T1bbs from the S4w franchise! Admittedly I haven’t seen a bunch of love for him but I figured that I could provide that <3 besides, he’s such a cool guy :3 the ship name for him and my s/i or oc is Rockcandy and his tags are |♡|��� ~ KILLSHOT ! 🎸 ✎ . . . My rockstar <3 💫 St4nford P1nes from Gr4vity F4lls! Chat… Chat he is so kind… I’ve liked him for FOREVER and now I can be open about it!!! Yay!! The ship name is Dewford or Smarties! Can you tell I like candy themes? His tags are |♡|✋ ~ HE BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE ! ✋ ✎ . . . My nerd <3

Sooo yeah! There’s some other ones, but they’re all on my carrd! Yippee!!!

What else do I put… um…

OH! Tags.. Tags!! Let's see here... AHA!

⚰️ ✎ . . . Dew's Coffin - Me talking! Just simply thinking of stuff :3

🦴 ✎ . . . Dew's Bones - Art tag!! Yay!!

🧠 ✎ . . . Dew's Brain - Thoughts!! Maybe F/O imagines!! We'll see!

🫀 ✎ . . . Dew's Heart - F/O gushing :33 ehehehehehhe

🦷 ✎ . . . Dew's Teeth - Fanart/gift tag! Of course I'm not forcing this but just in case it's needed ;P, I've somehow managed to get a bunch of fanart in general so ahA--

🪦 ✎ . . . Dew's Gravestone - Reblog game responses!

🩸 ✎ . . . Dew's Blood - Suggestive posts

👻 ✎ . . . Dew's Hauntings - Asks! Ur all my little ghosts :3

SINCE THE BOOK OF BILL HAS BECOME MORE POPULAR I FIGURED MAYBE I SHOULD SAY THIS:: DONT TALK AB IT IF YOU SHIP BILLFORD! nothing personal, I just get uncomfortable! You're still good to interact just please don't tag anything I post as billford please! <3 Proshippers don’t talk to me, you’re all stinky as hell smh >:L same with just general dni criteria. Don’t be a freak man, it’s not that hard :( Also DNI if you're like, a comshipper or if you're that kinda freak that likes abusive stuff like girlypop... no.... Also zoophiles, necrophiles, etc. I've had the displeasure of having followers of that so :/ never again, never again... youch... Also if you're anti-lgbtq, homophobic, transphobic, yadda yadda... Yeah no, not on my BLOG >:/

[theshimadaslovers]

A new post called: Inspired by Art. Where a pic a fanart and create a fanfic. You can send a image too! :D

Inspired By Art

Or IBA if you want...

I'm fine...!

(REAPER X YOU FEM!READER)

Summary: You're part of BlackWatch have at least two years already. You and Gabriel are very close to each other, best friends. But you seeing very abs very worry worhhim after the last mission. Moira said that he was bad injured, but he never let you see his body, just some little cuts and nothing more.

Genre: Friendship, romance, fight.A little bit hot.

Warnings: Bad language, poor englis skills with you're sensitive with grammar.

Art by: HumbertSobek, PermanentWound on Tumblr

You- Gabriel, please! *You go after him to his room* Let me see it! I'm worried!

Gabriel- I'm god damn fine, y/n! Look! *Show his arm with small injures, he was annoyed by your insistence* It's nothing!

You- That doesn't prove what she said!

Gabriel- Moira is crazy! You can't trust in everything that she says!

You- Gabriel! I know you about two years and half! I know that you're hiding! You're bad injured! You didn't let Moira take care! Me! Angela! No one!

Gabriel- I'm fine! Leave me alone!

You- Look at your face, motherfucker! *You pull him by his jacket and hold his face* You are hurt, Gabe...! Badly hurt! I won't let you sleep like that!

Gabriel- You should! *Take a step away taking your hands off* I'm going to shower, out!

You- "Out"?! *Offensive!* You just said "out"?!

Gabriel- Yes! Get the fuck out! *points to the door*

You- You fucking jerk! *Walks out the room* Fuck you! Fuck your injures!

*Gabriel closes the door and sighs trying to calm himself down*

Gabriel- Fuck...! *Take of his shirt and growls in pain*

*His body was completely destroyed, some enemies got him out of guard in the last mission, punching and kicking him until the others come. He got a shot in the left shoulder, some bullets graze and an broken rib. He got some knife cuts on the back and abdomen. Completely destroyed. He get into the hot shower growling in pain, trying to ignoring and take a normal shower. After trying to clean himself, he lean his hands on the wall trying to not feel the pain*

Gabriel- Fuck...!! *Drop the left arm with the bullet wound* Fucking hell...!

*After the long minutes showering, he brush the teeth and put only the pants going straight to bed, sit down and get the medkit to take care of the wounds. Make some bandages and some band aids, then he lays down in agony, any position was a different pain. He takes a deep breath feeling a little bit of relief and fell sleep fast*

*In other room*

You- He's a fuckin' jerk! *you hold your hair trying not to yell* He is...!! So fuckin' stubborn! He things that can do everything by himself! He can't! Just can't! He never wants to be helped! Fuckin' selfish man!

Cassidy- Heeey... *Looks at you a little surprised* I know that you're worried, baby, but come on... he's a tough guy, you know that, just let him do his things.

You- Let him do his things? He will die!

Cassidy- Moira said what about him?

You- He is really bad injured! He don't let me help!

Cassidy- Is his choice, y/n! Let it go! He's a grow man!

You- But I care about him, Cass! *You starts to cry* I care too much! I...! I love him, Cass...!

Cassidy- What? Wait...you love him, of course, he's your bestie.

You- No! No...! I love! I like him for real, Cass! I love that jerk! I love that problematic man!

Cassidy- Whaaat? For real, girl?! *He smiles big* Tell me more about that, pumpkin! I like some gossips! *He holds your face* Don't need to cry, ok? Just ask him nicely. You both are like a fire bomb. *wipe your tears with his thumbs*

You- I cry because I'm scared...

Cassidy- Of what?

You- ...I'm afraid to lose him...! The way he act everything by himself...!

Cassidy- He is dumb but not a idiot!

You- I know, Cass...! I just...! I just wanna be a good friend for him...he's so lonely.

Cassidy- In fact, this guy in a lonely wolf *sighs* I think...dealing with him in conversation it won't work...you just have to do it. No questions, no judges, just do it, he won't have time to think and act *giggles* Like the day I just give him a peck on the cheek.

You- I remember that...*laughs* He went so lost and confuse.

Cassidy- And then be punch my arm really hard...I still can feel it.

You- So... just do it, right?

Cassidy- Yeah, trust me, pumpkin, he's a good old friend of mine *wink*

*You sighs and went out of the room going straight to Gabriel's room, locked up, but thanks to you, you stole a master key from Jack Morrison pocket and made a copy, and why? Because of Gabriel and his angry issues; if he locked himself in the room, you're there, because he's gonna break something expensive and Jack will make him pay*

*You open the door and slowly get into the dark room, the only light came from the window, the moon was pretty shiny tonight. You look at the open window, is a hot summer night, a good breeze was getting into the room. Looking at the bed, you find him, lying face down and could here his soft snoring. On his desk, you turn on the lamp, then you could see his injured body, what makes you anguish for a moment. You step closer and for the first time, in two years, you could actually see his many scars and recent injures of the last mission. A lot of hematomas, some bandages and baid aids, you sighs feeling a relief that at least he is taking care of the wounds. You check on him to see if he's sleeping very deeply and yes...he was sleeping very deeply. Slowly sat on the bed to check closer on the scars, thinking in how many battles he went in, maybe some bar fights or whatever, he is a trouble maker anyway. Gabe suddenly stop snoring, you may have waked him up? You frozed. Looking at his face, you see that his face turns into agony and you wonder if he was feeling any physical pain from the wounds, but no... he breath starts to race and you could see his skin starting to sweat. It was a nightmare and he is very familiar with the nightmares. Because of stress, wars and other problems, he constantly have those creepy nightmares and you knew about it, just didn't know what to do...it was a torture see him like that*

*He starts to squirm and moan, like if he was in pain or watching something disturbing. His face suddenly turns into sadness and you could see a tears falling from his sleep eye*

You- Gabe...? *You looked at him worry and tries to take your hand to his face, but didn't touch it to not wake him up*

Gabriel- *suddenly lift his body making you jump out of bed scared* Ah! Shit...! Fuck....! *He grab his hair trying to calm down* Dammit...

You- ...Gabe?

Gabriel- *immediately looks at you surprised* What...? What are you doing here?

You- I'm sorry, I... I wanted to see if you were ok.

Gabriel- *Sit on the bed still trying to calm down* Fuckin hell...

You- Nightmare?

Gabriel- Always...*feels the pain on the body making a agony face* Dammit...!

You- *Slowly sit on the bed again* What was about? Is always different?

Gabriel- Same context, different nightmare...whatever. *sighs and looks at you* I'm fine, y/n...

You- No, you're not. *smirk* But I won't annoy you again, I promise.

Gabriel- No no...I went rude with you...I'm sorry.

You- It's ok... *you suddenly tries to clean a blood spot close to his lips* You forgot to clean here...

Gabriel- *Sighs and hold you hand taking off of his face, but keeps holding it* Can you...take care of me? Is hurting so fucking bad...

You- *smiles* You didn't take nothing for pain?

Gabriel- I'm a idiot with medication...

You- I get you something...*you stands up but his pulls you down again* ??

Gabriel- ... *Look at your hand and starts to caress it*

You- Gabe? *chuckle* I apologize you, is ok.

Gabriel- I...I also want to ask you if...you want to sleep with me tonight...

You- What? *blush*

Gabriel- I've being have nightmares with you...*looks at with tears on his eyes* Every fucking night...! You dying...!

You- Gabe...! Hey...*You sat closer and hold his face on your hands* I'm here...ok?

Gabriel- I'm sorry...*take his hand to his head* I look like a pussy...

You- *chuckle* You idiot, of course not. If sleep with you will make you feel better, I'll do it.

Gabriel- I don't want to force you nothing, I'm just scared...

You- But why that would make you feel better? I mean, you known is a nightmare.

Gabriel- Not always... sometimes I wake up so scared that I go to your room to see if you're alive or here...I feel panic, ok? And that's sucks!

You- I got it...*sighs* you care about me.

Gabriel- I do... If I wake knowing that you're here... I would sleep better. I'm sorry, you don't need to do it.

You- *lay down* I'm fine.

Gabriel- What? Really? It's kind hot tonight...

You- Don't worry, I feel cold easily *smiles and go lay down under the blanket* Come, first I want to see your injures *you tap on your side* Come on.

Gabriel- *sighs and blush* Where you want to start?

You- Back... *he lays facing down again* How you get so many scars? Wasn't you just a police officer?

Gabriel- *chuckle* A hardcore police officer.

You- Not surprising *laughs* I have to change some bandages already, you're sweating.

Gabriel- *sighs* You should get some rest.

You- I won't rest knowing that you're sleeping like that. Try to close your eyes for now.

Gabriel- Hm...*close his eyes*

*You go to pick up some towel and the medkit sitting on the bed again. You started to dray his sweaty back and change the bandages*

You- You're ok?

Gabriel- Hm...*smirk* this sensation is good...

You- *chuckle* What sensation?

Gabriel- That someone is taking care of me.

You- Yeah? So you should ask more for help. Poor wife of yours...*sighs*

Gabriel- *open his eyes* We're divorced.

You- What?! Since when?!

Gabriel- A month ago. She divorced me.

You- Why?? Turn around...

Gabriel- *turns around and sighs* First, she was tired that I was always working. Second, she hated you.

You- wait, what?

Gabriel- She swear with her blood that I was having something with you. *sighs*

You- Please, tell that wasn't the principal reason *laughs nervously*

Gabriel- My kid barely see me...she get pissed off when I was called for Overwatch. We discussed, we fight...she started to change. Our marriage was going down thanks to her.

You- *sighs* Maybe it was better this way after all...What happening here? *you look at the belly*

Gabriel- Knife fight. A lot of things happened in that last mission.

You- God...*You changed the bandage* And the bullet? How the fuck you did that?

Gabriel- Bad lucky...

You- You take off the bullet??

Gabriel- Yeah.

You- By yourself?!

Gabriel-... yeah. I got a lot of experience with that, y/n, come on!

You- I'm not judging! I'm surprised...that's all.

Gabriel- Sorry...

You- It's ok... I don't have to change that one. Now...your face.

Gabriel- Is fine...

You- Shut up *you hold his face checking him* Did you put some medication?

Gabriel- Nooo...*sighs*

You- Right *You tried to find something on the medkit box* I saw something here...the cream...the thing...here *you grab a ointment for hematomas* Lay your head on my tights.

Gabriel- What?

You- Lay your head on my tights...*chuckle* Come on *Gabe take a deep breath doing what you said* Comfortable?

Gabriel- Yeah...*smirk*

You- Close your eyes and relax, I'll press a little bit, it may hurt. *You put a little bit of cream in some spots of his face with hematomas*

Gabriel- *He shivers* Is cold..!~

You- *chuckle* Is good~ I'll massage, ok?

Gabriel- Ok....*smiles*

*You massage slowly the spots with the cream and Gabe open his eyes looking at you making you blush and embarrassed*

You- Stop, close your eyes~ *you laugh given a little slap on his forehead*

Gabriel- *Laughs* Why? I can't look at you?

You- No *smiles*

Gabriel- Why?

You- I feel ugly.

Gabriel- What? *he laughs making a confuse face*

You- You wouldn't understand! *laughs* Done, now we can sleep...

Gabriel- I'll sleep here, thank you *close his eyes*

You- And I...?

Gabriel- *holding his laugh and gets up* ok ok...*lay down on the pillow and sighs*

You- *smiles and lay down by his side*

Gabriel-...you know...you're the only person who really cares about me.

You- Friends are made for that.

Gabriel- Yeah...friends. You never judge me because of my angry issues, you just...well, you answer me in the same coin or ...talk soft.

You- I won't judge you because of your anger issues...is a problem and you can solve a problem. You just need therapy *laughs*

Gabriel- Fuck you *laughs* I don't need therapy.

You- Let me guess, you just need a face to punch.

Gabriel- It would solve my problem.

You- Ok *laughs* Now, sleep. *you turn around* Good night.

Gabriel- Good night...

*He close his eyes and fell sleep fast again. The nightmares started again, he losing you in middle of a war, can't find you anywhere and where he finds, you're not alive anymore. Is a horrible scene for him. He wokes up again, scared, but did not move, stayed watching the ceiling with a heavy fast breath*

Gabriel- Ah please...let me sleep...*He takes his hand to his face*

*He turns his head to look if you were still there and...where the hell where you?*

Gabriel- Y/n...?! *He immediately sits on the bed looking around* Y/n!

You- Hey hey, I'm here! *You appears from the bathroom and back to bed hugging him* I'm sorry...! I forget to brush my teeth, so...yeah.

Gabriel- Ok...ok. *he takes a deep breath* I'm so sorry.

You- It's ok, is temporary. Now lay down and I won't get out of the bed until morning. *you slowly lay him down*

Gabriel- You don't need to serve me like that... I'm being a baby.

You- No, you're being more than a grown up. Take a deep breath and relax.

*He closes his eyes again and you lay down turning around. Gabe keeps remembering the last scenes of his nightmares and suddenly turns and pulls you to him hugging tightly*

You- ??!! Gabe?? *he didn't answer, only squeeze you more again him making you blush hard* ... Good night...

*In the next morning you were to the first on to awake with Gabe still hugging you. It was a pretty comfortable night, to be sincere with yourself. You need to get up or someone would end up catching you both like that. You try it to move his arm from your waist, but he only pulled you more totally embracing you with his face face buried on your nape, you could feel his breath making you shivering*

*With know escape for now, you just turn around facing him, take a look for a good while. Gabriel Reyes, a handsome man with a huge reputation with only 30 years old, use to have a family...a wife and a kid. Police officer, military, aggressive, but...a heart of gold. You were the only one who can see this sweet person he is. He needs you more than ever*

Gabriel- *move a little and yawned slowly opening his eyes* ...? *look at you confused and speak with a low rough sleepy voice*...already?

You- You slept well?

Gabriel- *takes a deep breath* Yeah...Better.

You- So I'll have to sleep with you everyday? *smirk*

Gabriel- *laughs and blush* I wouldn't complain at all.

You- Dummy *you laughed slowly getting up* I need to move or I'll never wake up.

*He observes you getting up, he smiles sitting on the bed*

Gabriel- Hey...

You- Hm? *Look at him while tying your hair*

Gabriel- Come here...

You- *chuckles* I can't, Gabe...

Gabriel- Ooh my bruises are hurting so bad...! *he dramatically throw himself in the bed* I need a doctor!

You- *laughs* I'll call Dr. Ziegler then.

Gabriel- *laughs* Come on...back to bed, chiquita.

*You looked at him suprised by the nickname...you blush hard and cross your arms looking at him*

Gabriel- I'll just stand there and look at me? I'm hot, I know.

You- I need to take a shower and go to work. I'm not your girlfriend.

*At the moment you turn away ready to go to the bathroom, Gabriel gets up quickly and picked you up like a bride*

You - Gabe! *You gasp and laugh* I'm seriously!

Gabriel- Me too.

*He throw you on the bed gently and stays on top of you holding your wrists against the bed. Now you were actually suprised and nervous*

Gabriel- I'm very seriously, cariño.

You- What...are you doing? *You felt you breath heavier and faster*

Gabriel- Is not like you would push me away.

You- No way I would do that.

*Gabriel locked his lips on yours and release your wrists and passing his hands through you body reaching the base of your shirt and entering his hand under finally feeling your warm skin. He let out some moans making you shivers and breaking up the kiss and look at him*

Gabriel- What? *His breath was now heavy and fast, like yours* Too much?

You- Gabe...*you laughs* I don't really don't have time...not now.

Gabriel- For a making out? Come on, baby...! *He knee at the bed pulling you up with him, making you sit on his lap* We got time.

You- *You gasp feeling the hot sensation spending through your whole body* But I don't if...is just a making out section that you want it.

Gabriel- Is what I need right now *He hugged your entire body taking his lips to your neck* Just give us 5 minutes...

*5 minutes in heaven with Gabriel Reyes is all you need right now. The make out section started with kisses and suck on your whole neck, making impossible to control any sound that came out of your mouth, what makes also Gabriel more excited. His hands slight down to your ass grabbing and squeezing hard, same to your tighs that he mistreated right next. Now kissing your lips, a passionate, willful, he enters his hand again under your shirt and now, less tensed, you relax your body fully sitting on his lap and yeah... the man is hard like rock. You let a moan out of your mouth, same as Gabe that felt you sitting right on it.*

*The make out section turns into a sex section, you couldn't handle anymore, fuck the work, right? Is Gabriel Reyes time. After that, you went to work and everyone was asking about the suck marks on your whole body, what could you say? You tell the truth! And now you and Reyes are the hottest couple on the base*

Art by: I couldn't find ANYWHERE 🤧

[15-lizards]

hi :)

i'm so sorry, i'm new to tumblr so i haven't gotten the whole asks thing down yet. could you do 1, 3, 6, 8, 9, and 10 for the reed gang and also stannis baratheon? thank you!!! :)

Omg of course my love!!

1. What would their social media page/activity be like?

-I think Meera has a twitter and spam instagram where she complains ab her problems and wonders if she’s a lesbian in the captions of cute animal memes (im projecting) and Jojen solely uses his instagram to identify bugs and plants and sometimes rocks. Stannis has like a very professional Facebook page for his business/election campaign or whatever and he has like five followers and sometimes Robert comments under his posts while he’s drunk

3. My thoughts on their design/aesthetic alone

-god I have so many thoughts. Meera is just such a kind looking girl (and Ellie Kendrick made me gay) who dresses like a bog person and throws nets and spears 10/10 no notes I love you swamp wife. Jojen is similar but he’s a sickly swamp boy which makes me sad but it’s an interesting character design I care him. Stannis is soooo fucking good like having his brothers height and strength but none of their charisma and also he’s balding is actually hilarious. Absolute unit of a depressed man

6. Psychological headcanons (tastes, fears, talents, regrets, how they deal with anger, just anything that comes to mind on the topic)

-Jojen Reed Autism Swag thank you for listening. Like I said that child can identify the hell out of some rocks and bugs. Meera eldest daughter syndrome!!! She’s so scared of losing Bran now that she knows she’s gonna lose Jojen she wants to protect everyone and make sure no one’s sacrifice goes to waste it’s such a burden to carry :( plus she has to protect everyone to my babygirl is getting grey hairs. Stannis also eldest daughter syndrome! He is repressed he is dutiful he is angry he only ever did what was expected of him and got jack shit in return but he keeps on trudging on cause that’s what he has to do I want to bite something

8. Made-up connections with other characters that weren’t in the canon (friends, enemies, whatever)

-Meera and Dany are girlfriends and love each other this is canon to me actually. Meera and Robb would be friends I think and Sansa too :,) Jojen is such a little old man nerd I think he’d like hanging around Davos bc he respects little old man nerds (like Shireen, they would be friends too). And Stannis has never had a real friend in his life besides Maester Cressen and Davos but I think he has a grudging respect for Kevan Lannister. Dutiful second sons the both of them. Davos tries to get them to become actual friends bc he’s tired of being the only homoerotic codependent relationship Stannis has

9. Headcanons about their past

-I think Meera, not Jojen, has been raised to take over House Reed. She’s a natural leader and I’m sure Howland knows his son is gonna he paste anyway. Jojen probably used to want to become a Maester and study the higher mysteries before he got his death dreams :( Stannis was probably considered being sent to the citadel too, but I think Steffon decided he needed to stay by Roberts side to be his voice of reason which obviously turned out really well

10. Content about them I’d like to see more of

-I need more Meera fanart pretty please I miss ny baby girl. I also want fics of either her and Dany or her and Jojen and the starklings getting into shenanigans. I would love to see more Jojen dream analyses too, and posts connecting him to Cassandra and other literary references I live for that shit. I am honestly stuffed to the brim for Stannis content bc my entire tl is just Baratheon blogging but I will never say no to more fanart of him, sad old man stavos fics, or analyses on his character!!!

[kingdaddydaichi]

🖤 title: raze & level

🖤 pairing: yuuji itadori x f!reader

🖤 wc: 6.4k

🖤 song: "seventh" - bosco

🖤 cw: mdni, nsfw, characters aged up 21+ as per usual, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, alcohol consumption, fluff

🖤 an: i adore yuuji for many reasons, but one of the main ones has to be because of the way he blends and balances warmth and kindness with conviction and fierce passion

🖤 banner fanart by @victoriacapo

Yuuji raised his head off of his pillow and reached for his phone. It was late, but when he saw your name on the screen, he answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me. Did I wake you up?” you asked softly.

Yuuji yawned. “Nuh-uh. What’s up?”

“Can I come over?” Your voice wavered. “I know it’s late, but I really need to not be alone right now.” It was obvious you were crying.

The pink-haired male sat up, his brow furrowing as he switched the phone to his other ear. “You okay? Do you need me to come get you?”

“No, I can drive. Are you sure it’s okay, Yuuji? I don’t wanna impose-”

“Of course, it’s okay,” he interrupted.

“Alright.” You sighed. “I’m leaving my place now.”

“See ya soon. Be careful.”

“Thank you. You’re amazing, Yuu.”

I’m amazing. Right. Yuuji dropped his phone on his chest and dragged his hands down his face, groaning. He had a sneaking suspicion as to what you were upset about. That, or he was struck with another bout of wishful thinking.

You’d texted him 3 separate times already this week about your douchebag of the month. Yuuji knew the bro code and therefore also knew that in your mind you were dating the douchebag, but in reality he’d just been toying with you, leading you on with little more than crumbs - just enough to make sure if he called or texted that you’d be there waiting for him with open legs. 

Yuuji wished he could tell you that. Well, he had told you that - in so many words - about the fuckboy you dated a couple of months ago. He didn’t even have to meet the guy to know he was just using you for sex, and he told you as much. He’d hoped you’d open your eyes to the truth instead of blinding yourself with whatever it was you wanted to see. But it backfired. 

You got so mad at him that you didn’t speak to him for over 2 weeks. “Damn it, Yuuji! Why’re you acting like a jealous boyfriend all of a sudden?” you’d said before storming out of his apartment. 

Now, as much as it pained him to watch the girl he was secretly in love with pine for some dude who didn’t deserve to lick the dirt off her shoes, Yuuji hadn’t wanted to say or do anything that would jeopardize what he had with you. He reasoned that having you in his life as a friend was better than not having you around at all, though he wanted much, much more. 

But he’d been doing some thinking and decided that he’d rather you hate him if it meant you’d stay away from the fuckboys and find someone else who would love you even half as much as he did. Besides, he had fallen even more in love with you since then and the pain was getting worse. 

His heart ached every time your hand so much as grazed against his. The way you leaned against him sometimes when he made you laugh made his heart beat faster for you. You’d probably never know how many times he’s wanted to pull you into his arms and kiss you until you felt all the love he harbored for you.

You knocked on his door and heard his voice call out from inside. “Door’s open!”

He’d left his door unlocked for you, as he always did. You walked in to find your best friend standing up from the couch. He stretched his arms over his head, his shirt lifting just enough to expose his lower abs and black happy trail. The black waistband of his underwear peeked out from the top of his light grey sweats. He greeted you in the middle of a dramatic yawn before shuffling into his kitchen.

“Thanks for letting me come over, Yuuji. I’m sorry it’s so late.”

He waved your apology away. “Don’t worry about it. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” 

“I just found out he’s been fucking someone else on the side.”

About fucking time you figured it out, Yuuji thought. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s honey whiskey. “So, another one bites the dust, huh?”

Before he could turn around you’d already wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your head against his back, crying. “I just don’t get it, Yuuji. What’s wrong with me? I can’t figure out if I’m too much or not enough-”

He spun around and grabbed you by the shoulders, the severe look in his eyes catching you off guard. He was grinding his teeth, his jaw flexing as he stared down at you, his brow knitted in frustration. Sukuna’s eyelids had always made him look more tired than he was. 

“What?” you asked, the rest of the words on your tongue forgotten.

He let go of your shoulders and stepped outside of your reach. You watched as he leaned against the opposite countertop, unscrewed the cap from the whiskey bottle, and took a long, hard swig. 

You slowly took the bottle from his outstretched hand and took a pull of whiskey while watching him rub his eyes with his palms, realizing that your friend seemed a little worse for wear as well. 

“What’s going on, Yuu? I can tell something’s eating at you,” you said, passing the Jack Daniel’s back to him.

He squeezed the bridge of his nose before forcing the most convincing smile he could muster. “Nah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before speaking. “Bullshit. I know the difference between your real smile and your fake one. You know I hate it when you pretend like everything’s okay when I know it’s not.” 

He averted his eyes and took another drink. 

“What’s wrong, Yuuji? Talk to me.”

Before you stood a man with nothing to lose. He’d already decided he would confess to you the next time you came crying to him over some loser who had hurt you. He was sick of seeing you brokenhearted, knowing that he would make you the happiest girl in the world if given half a chance. 

And he was tired of hurting too. You had no idea you’d broken his heart, one hairline crack at a time. 

He knew everything was about to change between you. But it was worth everything to him to risk the loss of your presence from his life - his world - if it meant that you could ultimately be happy and properly loved by someone else. 

Fuck it, he thought. It’s now or never. He took another heavy swallow of liquor. You were about to tell him to stop bogarting the booze when he finally began to talk. 

“Alright, you want the truth? Here it is. You’re fucking gorgeous, (Y/n), and anyone who can’t see or appreciate that and all the other beautiful things about you is the one who’s not enough!” He pointed at you with the bottle in his hand. “And if you’re too much of anything, it’s your light! From the moment I laid eyes on you, you’ve blinded me and I can’t see anyone else! You’re fucking perfect, they don’t deserve you, and I love you!” 

Your heart leapt into your throat, making it difficult to breathe. As did his. He hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.

He looked away before hazarding a glance at you from the corner of his eye, your face clearly indicating your astonishment. “Not that it matters to you.” He took another swig from the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, teeth clenching from the burning in his throat.

“It does matter to m-“

He interrupted you. “I don’t even care if you hate me and never wanna talk to me again after this! But as your friend I’m not gonna stand by and keep my fucking mouth shut anymore while you get treated like some shithead’s pocket pussy! You need to know the truth because you deserve so much better! If you were my girl I’d treat you like a real man should!”

“Then step the fuck up already and make me your girl, damn it!”

“Fine! Wait what?” Surely he hadn’t heard you correctly. He looked down at the label in his hand. Must be the whiskey, he thought.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say those words? Hm? How many times I’ve thought about how much happier I’d be with you?”

It was meant to be a rhetorical question, but he answered anyway. 

“I- I didn’t know.” His softer voice had returned, though raspy from the liquor and the yelling. “How long?”

You picked at the cotton cuff of your hoodie sleeve. “Since the first time I saw you.”

He set the honey whiskey aside and took a step towards you. “Why didn’t you say something to me?”

“You were already dating someone, Yuuji! Even after you broke up I thought you only saw me as a friend. You've never even hinted at anything else!”

“Are you mad at me?”

“A little, yeah. All this time I’ve been fighting my feelings for you just to find out you’ve been too chickenshit to make a move while simultaneously getting my heart broken by fuckboys when I could’ve been with you all along!”

He took another step towards you, glancing at your lips.

“I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship.” He put his hands on your shoulders and slid his thumb along the curve of your neck. Just a subtle touch from him set your skin ablaze. “But I guess now we both know things can’t stay the same anymore.” He furrowed his brow, his eyes still locked on yours, and sighed. “Even if we could forget this conversation ever happened, my heart wouldn’t and if my honesty destroys everything then so fucking be it.”

You thought for a moment, swirling your fingers in a circle along his forearm. “Well. If we’re gonna raze our friendship to the ground,” you said, looking up at him with daring eyes, “we might as well go all out.”

His hands slid down your back and waist before stopping on your hips.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his eager eyes nervously searching yours.

“I really wish you would,” you said. 

His hands cupped your face, his thumb wiping your last tear away. He was in awe of you, admiring the way your eyes slid shut as you leaned into his touch. His sweet breath tickled your cheek, the scent of a charred oak barrel warm against your skin.

Your hearts pounded, your knees felt weak. The whole world stopped moving when Yuuji softly slotted his lips with yours. You matched his pressure and moved your lips with his, the heat between you melding you together with this one kiss. 

Your heavy eyelids opened to find yourself trapped by his adoring gaze.

How was it that he found himself standing in front of you like this? With your hands gripping his broad shoulders and his face mere inches from yours, watching as you licked the taste of his kiss from your lips, sending that familiar ache straight to the base of his spine. 

He looked into your eyes, searching your soul for even a hint of hesitation, but instead found a fire that burned only for him. 

You stood on your tiptoes and pulled him down to you by the fistsful of his t-shirt as your lips crashed together. Your hands slid into his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth. He wrapped his strong arms around your body, squeezing you tightly just as you rolled your tongue over his. 

You gasped when your back was forced against the wall behind you. Yuuji deepened the kiss, his intensity growing in direct proportion to your urgency. 

He pressed himself against you, the shape of his stirring cock obvious against the crease of your leg. You rolled against him, your hip catching the sensitive head through his sweats, making him groan in your mouth. He filled his hands with your ass and squeezed, pulling your lower half tighter against him, craving more of your body’s friction against his growing erection. 

You tugged at his white t-shirt before pushing it up to his chest, urging him to take it off. The first time you saw Yuuji without a shirt on you thought that if you ever got the opportunity you were going to cop a feel of his perfect six pack. Well, now was your chance. 

His warm, soft skin goosebumped under your touch as you explored his twitching muscles and the dips between them. The small patch of hair on his broad chest tickled your fingers, his heart pounding within as he peeled his shirt off for you, teeth clashing as he dove back into your kiss.

Yuuji unzipped your hoodie and pushed it off your shoulders, leaving you in your tank top, braless, your nipples already standing at his attention. Part of him wanted to rip your clothes off, but the bigger part of him wanted to savor this, to indulge in every little step towards the demise of your platonic relationship. In case this was to be the only time his hands would roam your body freely he wanted to take his time and commit every inch of you to his memory.

Your fingers began to play at the top of his sweats, the hair beneath his navel tickling your knuckles. Yuuji gripped the underside of your thighs and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, the warmth of his skin burning against the insides of your thighs. He carried you to his living room and laid you down in the comfortable spot he’d occupied when you walked through his door.

He leaned over you, pitching a prominent tent in his sweats. You shifted and squirmed, positioning your slit against his engorged cock. With his tongue swirling around yours, he cupped his hand under one of your breasts before giving it a slow, firm squeeze. Your back arched, your pebbled tits jutting out and beckoning him for more of his touch. 

Yuuji slipped one of his hands beneath your loose fitting tank, squeezing your nipple between his fingers as his warm hand slid over one of your soft tits. He pulled away from your kiss to help lift your top over your head before tossing it over his shoulder and licking his lips. Your whole future flashed in his honey brown eyes as they took you in and drank you down. 

“Is this okay?” Yuuji asked, still dry humping you as the back of his fingers traced along your jaw. 

You smiled and nodded, answering him with a breathless “yes”.

You could hardly believe this was happening. Here you were with your best friend, Yuuji Itadori - his godlike body hovering above you with your back on his couch. His slow hands touching your searing skin, dipping his head down to lavish your nipple with his tongue, his pink hair tickling the most sensitive spots on your neck. 

He rolled his hips against you, his clothed cock rubbing against your slit with every stroke. Knowing he was this hard for you made you even wetter for him, though you wondered if you’d be able to take him all the way. Even through the thick fabric of his sweats, now with a darkened wet spot from his leaking tip, you’d accurately surmised that Yuuji was well-endowed and you were done waiting to touch him. 

He moaned when your fingertips blazed along the skin above his boxer briefs. 

“(Y/n)...are you sure you mmmmmmm…” He completely lost the ability to speak when your hand slipped inside his underwear and found his hot cock. You coated his thick tip with his pre, massaging it as more leaked out, slowly working the clear fluid along his length with your fist. “Fuuuck…” Yuuji’s head dropped to the crook of your neck, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips. “…feels so good, (Y/n)...touching me like this.”

Your clit buzzed as Yuuji fucked his cockhead into your hand, his clothed shaft grinding down along your slit. Through the thin material of your shorts you could feel the thick vein underneath his cock rolling over your swollen bud. “Yuuji…”

He hummed. 

“Want you t’touch me too,” you cooed.

Slipping his hands between your bare legs somehow felt wrong to him until you reached down and grabbed his wrist, guiding him closer to your moist heat. Still grinding against you he slipped his fingers inside the leg of your shorts. You bit your lip to keep from crying out when his knuckles grazed your wet slit. 

“You’re not wearing any panties?” 

Having lost the ability to speak, you shook your head no. 

He smirked. “Didn’t expect that.” His calloused index and middle fingertips glided over your slippery clit. “Mmm…damn, (Y/n), you’re already so wet for me,” he whispered into your mouth. 

You sighed when he slid his middle finger inside you, your fingertips digging into his arm. Your best friend was going to make you fall apart all around him - right along with your friendship.

Yuuji was knuckle-deep inside your pussy, reaching diligently for that unmistakable rough pad of flesh just inside. The head of his hard cock rubbing his wet spot against your clit.

“Yuuji…” you gasped, thighs squeezing around his ribs as you pushed the waistband of his sweats down with your toes. “Need to feel more of you. P-please.” 

He reached between you and pushed his sweats down to his athletic thighs. You moaned at the sight of his long, thick cock bouncing in its freedom. Licking your lips, you watched as a fresh bead of his precum drooled from the tip. A couple of prominent veins adorned his shaft and his dark pink tip peeked out of his foreskin. He throbbed in your hand as you pulled the sheath of skin back to expose his cockhead. 

Yuuji noticed you staring and smirked, feeling a little shy when you looked up at him again. You moved your shorts to one side for him, letting his bare cockhead kiss your clit. So close to coming already, your heels dug into the backs of his thighs. You swore between gritted teeth at how good it felt when he added his ring finger to tug on your sweet spot. 

You squirmed under him, rocking your hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers. He moaned at the sensation of your soft walls closing in around his digits. He smirked against the curve of your neck, kissing and grazing his teeth along your sensitive skin.

“Is it okay if I make you come?” Yuuji’s breath was uneven against your dampening skin. 

“Oh god yes Yuuji,” you gasped in his ear. 

“That’s it, come for me (Y/n)…”

”Yes…oh fuck…Yuuji!”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, unrelenting in his ministrations.

Your fingertips dug into his bare, wide shoulders when the coil within you snapped.

Yuuji’s heart felt so full when you came apart around his fingers. He knew you needed to feel safe - physically and emotionally. So honored that you trusted him to be there, keeping you close and letting you ride out your orgasm as you ground your weeping slit against his throbbing cock. 

When your waves of pleasure subsided, he slowly withdrew his fingers and licked them before wiping them on his abs. Your eyes remained closed, chest rising and falling as he settled between your legs to be closer to you. He placed a couple of tender kisses on the side of your face, making you smile. 

“Damn, Yuuji…” 

He hummed against your jugular as his hot breath fanned across your throat.

“I haven’t been able to come like that in so long…” Your eyes opened to find him looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His kind eyes reflected back to you all the love and admiration he felt for you. You put your hand on his face, bringing him closer to kiss him. 

Yuuji slid his body further down between your legs, kissing and nipping at your tits and navel and hips as he went. He kissed along your inner thigh, burning a slow trail to your sex before pushing the crotch of your soaked shorts to the side. You looked down to find his lust blown eyes staring into yours with a fire in them you’d never seen before. 

“Yuuji, you don’t have to-ohhhhfuck.” 

His pretty lips closed around your clit as your head fell back onto the couch. You whined and moaned, squirming under his tongue as he lapped at your swollen pink bud. You were close to coming again when he pulled away, tugging urgently at your shorts before yanking them off your legs, rendering you completely naked. 

“Mmm you taste amazing, (Y/n).” 

He dove back in, lapping and licking and suckling at your clit while he slipped his skilled fingers back inside to play with your g-spot. Typically you’d be too sensitive this soon after an orgasm to handle this much stimulation, let alone to find yourself on the precipice of another one.

But Yuuji’s tongue felt so damn good swirling and flicking, teasing your lips, kissing and sucking on your twitching clit. Hands down the best head you’d ever had. It was as though your pussy was the first body of water his tongue had found after seeking it in the desert for centuries, hellbent on devouring every last drop. 

You balled your fists into his pink hair, riding against his face with little regard for his comfort. Not that he paid any mind. He’d die a happy man a million times over if it meant suffocating between your trembling thighs.

“Y-yuuji-“

He closed his eyes and hummed, putting every ounce of focus into your pleasure. He rutted against the couch cushion on instinct, his leaking precum puddling into a dark spot on the fabric.

“Oh-hmmm…Yuuji? M’gonna come again!” you whined. 

With the fingers of one hand gripping his upper arm and the other in his hair you braced yourself for the boulders of ecstasy that began to tumble through your bones. The heels of your bare feet provided little more than a massage against Yuuji’s muscular back when they dug in.

He relished the pain of your fingers tugging at his hair, twisting his powder pink locks in your fist while the other left fresh crescent moons in his tricep. But the sound of his name, his name - Yuuji - falling from your addictive lips just one more time was, to him, worth all the pain and suffering the world had to offer. 

His fingers were still slowly rubbing the inside of your honeyed walls when he raised up to kiss you, your distinct flavor lingering on his tongue. 

Yuuji sat up before leaning back on his heels, his proud cock standing at full mast, aching for your attention. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning towards you again only for his sweet brown eyes to widen when your hand pressed on his hard chest, pushing his back against the couch.

“Mm…wanna taste you…” You slurred your words in your pleasure-drunken state.

Yuuji’s hands gripped the cushions beside him when your teeth playfully grazed his collarbone. “Fuck, (Y/n)...” he groaned.

You sank down between his legs until your knees touched the floor beneath you. 

Yuuji pushed his bottoms down to his knees before working them off one leg at a time. He leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair. He was nervous and comfortable at the same time - comfortable with you but nervous about whether or not you liked his body. He knew he had a decent physique - but did you like it? Then there were the scars. And that random birthmark on the back of his thigh. 

“I never thought I’d find myself in this position with you…” you mused, heat blossoming on the apples of your cheeks. 

“Me either,” Yuuji said. “But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it a thousand times.”

“You fantasize about me?” 

“Yeah?” Yuuji grimaced. “Do you think that’s creepy?”

“Not at all.” Yuuji pressed his fist against his forehead, watching as you kissed the scar next to his navel. You wrapped your nimble fingers around his cock and squeezed his thigh. “I’ve thought about you too while, you know…touching myself.”

Yuuji’s moan was low and deep, his warm pre rolling down along the underside of his shaft, daring you to taste it. “Y-you have?”

You hummed as you kitten-licked the broad head of his cock and giggled at the way Yuuji’s legs jumped. He tasted warm and salty like fresh cream, but better. One sample was all it took - you pulled his foreskin all the way back and swirled your tongue around his spongey tip. 

“Oh shit, (Y/n)…” he moaned. 

You licked along the underside of his glans, seeking every last drop of his flavor that had collected there. Yuuji observed, though struggling to focus through the searing heat that had been pooling at the base of his spine. 

You gracefully wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, stretching them around his girth. Yuuji thought he would lose his mind when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him in a little more. There was no way you could take all of him but you weren’t above choking on him to give him your best effort. 

You wanted every inch of Yuuji. You craved every drop of him. Every moan that poured from his lips. Every ounce of love that he had for you. Every beat of his heart through the pulse of his pretty cock. 

“Ohh fuuhhhh-” Yuuji’s eyes rolled back as they slid shut. The wet heat of your mouth, the drag of your sweet lips along his length as you bobbed up and down made his head spin. 

You did your damnedest to lick the ridge on the underside of his thick shaft with every pass. You gagged on him and he pulled himself out, his big brown eyes filled with worry and regret. 

“Shit, are you okay, (Y/n)? I shouldn’t hahhhfuuuck.” 

You took him deep inside your greedy mouth again, sucking and licking like a woman starved. 

“Ohshit, I-hmm…” He threaded his fingers through your hair, moving it to the side to preserve his view of your perfect face as you stuffed it with his cock. 

“(Y/n)...” 

You knew he was close by the way his balls had been spasming in your hand. 

“Oh damn…” Yuuji clenched his teeth, biting back the whimper that came dangerously close to erupting from his lips. 

“You might wanna…”

He’d never cum in a girl’s mouth before - no one had ever let him. He’d only ever been told that it’s “gross” and that “all cum tastes bad”. 

“…i-if you - ohhshit…”

But unlike them, you’d been eager for him to empty his balls inside your open mouth, to squirt his seed onto your waiting tongue to finally know how Yuuji Itadori tastes. 

“(Y-y/n)!” 

Yuuji threw his head back as his first powerful spurt, hot and bitter, coated the back of your throat. He was coming hard, grunting and squirming. But you kept right on pumping his length with your hand as he filled your suckling mouth. 

When he was spent you slowly pulled off of him, releasing him gently before looking up at him with a satisfied grin. His head was still resting on the back of the couch with his hands covering his eyes. You wiped away a small glob of his semen that had leaked from the corner of your lips before sucking it off your thumb. 

“Oh my god, (Y/n),” he panted. A light sheen of sweat glazed his perfectly sculpted torso, his chiseled chest rising and falling rapidly while his abs flexed and caved. 

He’d never looked sexier and you were aching between your legs again, your need leaving a wet spot on his thigh as you climbed onto his lap. 

You straddled Yuuji’s thighs and gasped when your slick smeared along his softening length. His hands gripped your ass, pulling you closer as you ground your wet clit against him, making him moan in your mouth at the overstim. His distinctly pungent flavor lingered on your tongue as it swirled and danced around his. 

“Yuuji,” you breathed, “need you so bad…please.”

His cock twitched back to life at the sound of your desperate words - things he’d only ever dreamed he’d hear drip from your lips like nectar into his mouth. 

He kneaded the fat of your hips and thighs, encouraging you to keep moving against him, his hardening cock nearly soaked from base to tip with your need. 

Your hands found purchase in his soft pink locks, your elbows resting on his shoulders with your arms curling over the back of his head. Your hopeless little moans breathing more life into his dick. You needed him. 

“You sure this is really what you want? I need to know for sure because I have feelings for you, (Y/n), and I don’t think there’s any going back for me after this.”

“…and I love you.” The words he’d spoken earlier echoed through the halls of your mind. 

“I don’t wanna go back. I’ve ignored my feelings for too long. I care for you too, Yuuji. N’want you.”

He threaded his fingers into your (h/l) hair and pulled you closer. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.” His cock jumped against your sensitive pussy as if to agree with him. 

He helped you onto your feet before standing up in front of you, your wanton hands squeezing and pulling on his nearest body parts. Yuuji’s fingers were in your hair and his heart was in your hands. 

“Hold onto me. I’m taking you to my bed.” With an arm securely around your shoulders he swept you up - making you gasp - and carried you to his bedroom. 

“Really, Yuuji? Bridal style?” You giggled. 

“Damn right. You deserve to be treated like a queen.”

“Oh my god, Yuu! You’re such a cheesy romantic.”

“Shut up. You love it,” he said, laying you down on his cool, unmade sheets. 

You spread your legs and reached for him. He filled the space you made for him, nestling his warm hips between your burning thighs. 

You pulled him down into a deep kiss and whispered, “You’re right, I do love it.” Your focus briefly shifted as you remembered the guys who’d come before him and how they had spoken to you, the things they had said when placed in Yuuji’s position. “M’just not used to it.”

“That’s alright. You will be soon,” Yuuji said, tilting your chin up to meet his adoring gaze. 

You tried to fight it, but a rogue tear escaped from the corner of your burning eyes and rolled across your temple as your hands covered your eyes. “Stop it, Yuuji.” You smiled. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

He wrapped his tender fingers around your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face and shook his head. “I’ll never stop.” He kissed the tear from your temple. “Gonna keep doing what it takes to see you smile. M’gonna make you happy, (Y/n). M’gonna be the guy you talk about when you tell your other friends that you’re finally with someone who treats you right.” Yuuji rolled his languid hips, his hard cock gliding over your swollen clit. 

“Yuuji…” you whined, “please…fuck me.”

“Nuh-uh.” He kissed you slow and sweet. “M’gonna make love to you the way I’ve always wanted.” He chuckled at your pout and said, “Don’t worry - I’ll fuck you later, but -“ He reached between your legs and guided his leaking tip to your aching entrance. “-oh god Yuuji-“ “-I want our first time together to be special.”

Your back arched at the warm stretch of his large cockhead when he pressed it through your opening. His guttural groan softened into a quiet sigh as he sank deeper and deeper until his full length was buried inside you. You bit your lip, eyes locked on Yuuji’s when he started to move. 

“NnnYuuj- ahhhaah…hnnhh…” His girth offered the most delicious stretch you’d ever felt, filling you perfectly as he dragged it against your succulent walls.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long.” His breath hitched as his hips, wet with your arousal, collided with yours, slow and strong. “Feels so good to -mmm- finally be inside you. Your pretty, tight pussy -god- sucking me in.” 

“Mmnhhfuck-“ You sighed. “Your cock feels so amazing.”

“Yeah? I’m not too big for you, am I?”

“No…” You kissed him, your wet tongues dancing between your open mouths. “You’re -hnnm- just right.”

The thick head of his cock kissed the opening of your cervix with each rock of his pelvis. He held onto your thigh as you locked your ankles under his butt. The bed began to creak when Yuuji threw his hips harder against the tender skin of your open legs, his lips grazing yours. 

He hooked a hand behind your knee, opening your thighs wider. He licked the pad of his thumb before pressing it to your clit, rubbing fast circles against it while dipping his slick-coated cock between your pussy lips. 

The pressure that had been building inside you began to collapse in on itself, the searing heat of your impending orgasm pooling into a smaller and smaller space. “Hnnmmm- Yuuji…”

He’d felt it too, the tightening of your core around him and decided that now was the time to start fucking you. 

You were closing in on him so hard and fast, your pussy clamping down so tight that it threatened to push him out. He fucked you harder, forcing his cock back inside you with every snap of his hips.The sound of skin slapping wet skin could just barely be heard over your loud moans and gasping of his name until all the pressure that had mounted within you finally erupted from its point of singularity. 

Yuuji fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy sucking him in so deep, the desperate sound of his name falling from your lips in broken whimpers - pushing him past the point of no return.

You didn’t complain about the overstim, didn’t stop him or even try to slow him down.

You watched him as he moved - the way his flexing arms, chest, and abs shimmered with sweat, the striation of every muscle beneath his skin. Your gaze zeroed in on his face, admiring his handsome features while his eyes were closed, lost in pleasure. 

The sight of Yuuji in the throes of passion, having lost all control, was beyond your wildest fantasies. You couldn’t have torn your eyes away even if you’d wanted to. 

“Fuck! I’m -mmm- so close!” his eyes screwed shut, face twisted in ecstasy.

You grabbed his undulating ass with both hands, squeezing and pulling him into you. “Come inside me, Yuuji,” you moaned.

His hips began to stutter, his violent thrusts becoming more and more erratic.

“(Y/n)! Oh god! I’m coming!”

He plunged his full length into you one last time, his moan echoing off his bedroom walls when his first release of seed spilled inside you. His cock jerked with every subsequent spend of his white hot cum until it began to ooze out around the base of his thick shaft, still buried deep inside your dripping cunt. 

With his palms flat against the sheets he held himself up, his sexy body hovering over you, chest heaving to catch his breath. The widest, goofiest open-mouthed grin you’d ever seen spread across his face as he slowly opened his eyes. You giggled. “Was it good for you, Yuuji?”

He huffed and nodded, still unable to form coherent thoughts. Just a big dumb smile was all he could manage quite yet. He looked so cute, so happy, and it was all because of you. 

He rolled off of you, his sticky seed gushing between your thighs when his softening cock slipped out. You turned over onto your belly as he wrapped a fatigued arm around your back and pulled your naked body flush with his. The kiss you shared was passionate yet unhurried. 

“So…do you think our friendship is ruined now?” he asked, stroking your arm.

Your heart blossomed in your chest and you smiled. “Nah. I think we just leveled up.”

Your legs were tangled with Yuuji’s, toes and feet mindlessly brushing against each other. Yes, this is what you wanted. So much so that your heart twisted, wanting so badly to hear him say those three little words to you again, but too scared to ask. 

What if he didn’t mean it? 

Yuuji opened his eyes and knew something was wrong by the way you averted yours.

His thumb brushed across your cheek. “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

Your cheeks warmed with a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety. “Nothing, it’s fine. I’m okay.” 

He gave you a look that clearly said he wasn’t buying it. “C’mon, what is it, (Y/n)? Talk to me,” he said, his fingers playing with yours. 

You stopped chewing your lip and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “Did you mean it? When you said you love me?”

He hooked a finger under your chin, raising your head to look at him. He rolled onto his side, his chest pressed to yours. “Of course, I meant it.” His breath was hot against your cheek as he kissed it. “Still do.”

“Say it again, Yuuji? Tell me you love me?”

He raised up onto his elbow, those warm honey eyes gazing down on you as he interlaced his fingers with yours. “I love you, (Y/n).”

You cupped his adoring face in your hands, searching his eyes and finding a bottomless well of love inside them. “I love you too, Yuuji,” you confessed.

Yuuji smiled against your lips when you kissed him slow and sweet. Between the lazy shows of affection and in no hurry for any of it to end he thought, Finally.

[writteninkat]

Heyy🦙 I'm writing fanfiction for Hinata (form Haikyuu) and I'm gonna post it once I'm done but that's besides the point..

actually request: Any of the MHA/BNHA boys catch you writing/reading/drawing fanfiction/fan art

the characters are your pick

um- I never tell you this but dont stress yourself either🥰😚

BNHA GUYS CATCHING YOU WITH FANFICTION/FANART

w/ Bakugou, Iida, Kirishima, Denki, Shoto

warnings: suggestive themes

a/n: i'm having trouble falling asleep these days and it's taking a toll on my daily activities but i'm sure i'll manage, thank you :")

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

catches you reading fanfiction

blond bb knows you love to read, as a matter of fact, he's aware you read more than you spend time with him. and he's alright with that cause he'd rather chill with you in silence than listen to you talk his ear out lol

just because he doesn't mind you with your hobby doesn't mean he isn't curious about it

what kind of books are you reading that have your eyes glued to your screen the whole day every day?

he never does this and really doesn't want to do it but curiosity killed the cat. as you bake cookies with Mina downstairs, you left your phone in your room to charge

Katsuki takes this as his chance to snoop. He won't go to any other app, he'll head straight to your reading apps and sites.

Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader?

Haikyuu x Reader?

Naruto x Reader?

and what the fuck is 'lemon' and 'smut'?

he puts your phone back, discreetly leaving your room to do some research in his room

ah, so you've been reading 2k-10k worth of words of fanfiction about Jujustu Kaisen, Haikyuu and Naruto characters pleasing you...

he shall now delete his search history and pretend he never found out about this part of you

TENYA IIDA

catches you drawing fanart

everyone in 1A knows you draw and that you're amazing at it

Class press never forgets/fails to compliment your drawings, even if you the pieces are half down

but that's the thing. you always let him see and sometimes you even let him watch as you draw, so why are you hiding this particular piece from him?

he guesses it's a surprise for him- but hold on, he doesn't have tattoos or pink hair. so who is it?

while you're in the bathroom, he sneakily takes a peak at your work and thinks he should regret it but honestly, the art is so good he can't even find it anything remotely negative

it's a fanart of who he remembers is Sukuna, the kind of curses from the TV show Jujutsu Kaisen. he's on a throne with a mountain of skulls underneath it, a corner of his lips tugged up into a smile as a woman's head rests in between his thighs

he probably should regret ever taking a peek but the details, holy shit. the shading, the hand- everything just sends shivers down his spine

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

catches you writing fan fiction

red boi always loves listening to you type as you study or do your homework, he uses it as a sleeping aid. as you work diligently on your desk, he lays on your bed, slowly drifting to sleep land

today, however, your typing sounds different. it's much faster, more rushed and he can't help his curiosity from growing at how you're biting on your lip, smiling as you typed

from what he knows, you absolutely hate typing essays so why do you look so excited right now?

he lets it slide, sleeping to the sound of your rushed typing.

the next day, you ask Eijiro to bring your laptop with him cause you're about to watch a movie with the whole class and the files are in your comouter

it's not even his fault, your laptop was left open and on and when he moved to turn it off, he catches a glimpse of "Tsukishima runs a hand down your thigh, his hot breath rising goosebumps all over your body." and suddenly he's reading the whole chapter

you barge in your room, yelling and asking what took him so long only to catch him glued to your computer screen, mouth left ajar.

you quickly snatch the PC from him, earning a whine. "Give it back! I need to know if Tsukki likes me back!" He pouts.

"This isn't for you to read, Eij! Leave it alone!"

"Oh sure, so your ten thousand followers in tumblr can read it but I, your boyfriend, can't. Okay, yeah. I see just how Eijirophobic you are."

he's pouting the whole day until you finally give in and let him read your drafts. allowing him to correct your grammar and spelling errors along the way

SHOTO TODOROKI

catches you reading fan fiction

this man is utterly confused why you're suddenly reading so much and how your vocabulary is slowly expanding but he's happy for you

as the both of you are in his room, silent as the both of you read your own books, Shoto can't help but get curious

so as you fall asleep with your phone still turned on, he takes his chance to get a peek

he also wants to read the books you're reading, he wants to learn more and improve himself. if your english grades had risen up from reading what you read, surely he'll also learn from how "Toji places your leg on his shoulder as he continues to pound in"-

as a matter of fact maybe he is okay with what he knows now. sometimes ignorance is bliss after all

DENKI KAMINARI

catches you watching fanart

you've forgotten about the wall of mirrors behind you and you're scrolling down your current favorite artist's twitter page, flood liking their posts

mind you their fanarts are 18+ so you thought it'd be best to face your boyfriend so he won't be able to see what you're looking at.

no, yeah you're a complete idiot.

Denki presses his lips together, trying to contain his laughter as he videotapes your reflection. you're zooming into the intricate details of a Gojo fanart with his blue polo shirt completely unbuttoned and sweat glistens over his sculpted abs

"Babe what are you doing?" Denki asks, now zooming into your face after showing to the camera what you're zooming in to

"There's a mirror behind me, is there?" You ask, now feeling like a complete idiot as your boyfriend laughs, absolutely no sound coming out of his mouth as his mouth stretches widely

You face your phone screen at him, showing the fanart. "I'd cheat on you with Gojo."

Denki continues laughing, now out of breath. "And of course I'd be pissed cause why the hell did Gojo pick you and not me?"

[bakubub]

In which racer!kuroo is your roommate, and seems to only like it when you treat his wounds... (word count: 1.9k)

Ngl quite proud of this one!!

Warnings: 18+, a whole lot of swearing, a whole lot of blood, innuendos and implied nsfw, reader almost vomits (NOT from pregnancy chill, I know we're all scarred but its going to be just fine) and if you're squeamish perhaps skip the scene where reader stitches his wound?

Also bit of a disclaimer: I am in NO WAY a med student and literally all of my knowledge is from movies and other fics... so if you acc know what to do in this situation this may be a torturous for you :D

All due credits go to @aikk00​ for this AMAZING fanart!!!!

I watch as my roommate enters the penthouse, once again scratched up and bleeding, covered in so much blood there is no possible way that it was all his- if it was he would not be standing.

I launch myself off the couch- where I was sitting for the past hour nervously waiting for his return- and slip my arm under his, supporting him as we inched towards the bathroom.

"I can do this by myself you know," he grumbles, his grimace revealing just how much pain he was actually in.

"Mhm, I'm sure you can. Just like you boiled that poor egg by yourself last week, hmm?" I say sarcastically, trying to keep my mind calm and clear, because oh my god it looks really bad this time...

"Oi, its not my fault it fuckin' exploded," he mutters, voice laden with pain.

"You put it in the microwave because 'the shitty water wasn't doing its job.' Of course it would explode," I say, gently seating him on the closed toilet seat and taking out my supplies that I unfortunately have become rather accustomed to using. He's made it a habit to get himself injured.

"Where's the injury?" I ask, setting down my half-empty bottle of antiseptic and box of bandages. He peels off his shirt, cringing at the pain it brought him as the fabric was stuck to the gash that went from his left pectoral down to the middle of his chest.

"Pissed off a bidder after winning a race, fucker took out a knife once he realised he couldn't beat me up," he huffs out, arrogance still lacing his tone even with sweat dripping down his brow as he leans the back of his head onto the tile wall behind him. His Adam's apple bobs down his bloodstained neck as he speaks, and I quickly look away, focusing on the injury at hand.

Not his blood soaked, but nevertheless well defined pectoral muscles, nor the abs that my hands occasionally brush up against and know how hard they really are, and definitely not the trail of black hairs that lead down, down, down...

"What's wrong, the view too hot to focus on the work at hand?" He asks suggestively, raising his pierced brow, even in this state.

I'm quick to reply, having gotten used to his flirtatious remarks from the second I moved into his penthouse, "nope can't even see the view from that massive head of yours. Not to mention your permanent bed head."

He huffs out a laugh, then proceeds to flinch from the pain it must have caused.

"Stop moving, idiot. You're going to exacerbate the cut!" I say, quickly grabbing a damp towel and beginning to clean up his abdomen, whilst simultaneously pressing another rag to his wound to stop the bleeding.

“At least you admit that there is a hot view,” he says in his low voice, gazing at me from his position.

I simply roll my eyes.

No falling in love. That was the deal we had made on the day he offered me a place to stay in exchange for my services as a maid and apparently, a nurse. I cook, clean and basically keep the house running while this moron goes out and acts like the idiot he is. In my defense, dorms are expensive as hell, and his penthouse is nearby. Plus, I don't have to pay rent. It's a win-win situation.

But the feelings stirring up inside my heart might just ruin the dynamic we have going on and simultaneously take out a whole lot of cash out of my pocket.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself.

Once his skin isn't completely saturated in blood, and the wound has (thankfully) stopped bleeding, I add some antiseptic onto a make-up pad and begin to dab at his wound, earning winces and slight grunts from the massive man.

"The cut looks deep, Kuroo. You need to go to the hospital," I say, worry lacing my tone as my eyebrows crease and earn yet another huffing laugh.

"Do you want me to rot in prison for the rest of my life?"

I roll my eyes at his response, deliberately dabbing just a little harder which earns me a yelp and an attempted glare in my direction.

"First off, illegal street racing won't send you to prison for your entire life, just for like, half a year. Second, this wound needs stitches, and believe it or not, I'm not a fucking licensed medic. In fact, the only experience I have is with you!" I say, immediately regretting my choice of words as I wait for his remark.

"That's what she said," He says, chuckling at his own innuendo.

I sigh in frustration, pouring more antiseptic to make sure there was no chance of infection from whatever grimy ass knife stabbed him, and beginning to gently scrub the wound with a soft towel, so as to make sure there was no debris left in there.

"You're gonna have ta do it," he mutters, his hazel eyes boring into mine.

"I- I can't Kuroo, you can't possibly think-"

"Fine. I'll do it. Go get me a needle and thread," he states, struggling but nevertheless, sitting upright on the red stained toilet.

I stare at Kuroo in disbelief as he utters these words. Was he dumber than I thought? Does he have some sort of head injury too?

I examine his face and all I come up with is unnerving determination. I exhale out of my nose sharply, "fine, dammit. I'll sew your fucking wound shut."

I am extremely handy with a sewing needle and thread, used to really be into embroidery back when I had the time so...it should be fine.

He just shrugs, leaning his head back against the tiles and closing his eyes.

"Fucking asshole. Can't believe I'm saving your damn life," I mutter, leaving the bathroom to dig through my wardrobe for my sewing box and taking out a gold silk thread that I was saving for a special project.

Well, I guess that will never happen.

"Hey, I found some silk thread. It's literally known for its strength and durability in high temperatures, so it should work like a charm!" I say, walking back into the blood stained bathroom and trying to psych myself up.

He grunts in response. I sigh as I begin with mopping up the excess blood and sanitising the needle and thread before chucking on gloves.

I wipe the antiseptic over the wound once more, and examine it carefully.

Well, if his condition worsens, I can always knock him out and call an ambulance...

I decide, screw it, and thread the needle, pretending it was just another embroidery project.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, I chant as I puncture his skin with the thin needle.

Kuroo gasps in pain, and I place a hand on his knee, telling him to suck it up and deal with it, half talking to him but also to myself.

To my surprise, he listens, stretching his head back once more and gritting his teeth.

"Don't do that, here put this in-between your teeth," I say, grabbing yet another towel and shoving it into his mouth.

He obeys as I continue to stitch. I feel my gag reflex kicking in as I think about how stitching skin feels as though I am stitching leather, it feels hard and tough while pushing the thin needle through.

Must hurt like a bitch.

Once I've completed my neat stitches down the wound, without vomiting, I tie it off as I would with any embroidery, and clean the area free of any remaining blood. After rubbing some antibacterial ointment over the gold stitches, I stick on a particularly large bandage over the wound and start tidying up.

"Thank you," Kuroo mutters, still seated on the toilet seat and practically panting for breath.

"Ah, the criminal knows his damn manners!! Now get up and get in the damn shower. You ruined my pristine bathroom!" I complain, putting the last of the materials away before walking to the door.

"Wait, I- I can't get up." I turn around and look at him incredulously as he utters his next few words, "will you... shower me?"

My eyes just about pop out of their sockets at his request. "Are you insane?! I'm not your mother, nor your wife! Call your pudding haired friend and tell him to come shower you!"

He shakes his head, a rare pleading look taking the place of his usual arrogant smirk, "Kenma's too lazy to shower himself, Y/n, please!"

I contemplated it for a moment. Sure, I've seen him naked before, accidentally of course, and so what if I have to scrub him clean. God knows he can't do it himself with that damn injury.

Fuck this shit.

"Fine, get up right now." I bark at him, leaving to change out of my blood soaked pjs into a pair of shorts and a tank.

"...I just said I can't."

---

"Ow, y/n, you're scrubbing too hard!" He complains, his exfoliating glove around my hand as I rub his toned back clean of any dead skin-cells and blood remains.

"But look how much stuff is coming off!" I say gleefully, enjoying this a little too much.

Kuroo, seated on the built-in bench in the open shower with his red boxers on, looks back to see the satisfaction dripping from my features.

"Are you secretly a sadist?" he whispers. In response, I begin to rinse off his raw back with hot water, causing him to screech like a cat.

"It burns, it burns-”

“Shut the fuck up, moron! It's 4 in the morning, you’re going to annoy our neighbours. I tried very hard to get in their good graces, and Mrs. Suzuki still doesn’t like me! She definitely thinks I’m some kind of hooker…” Kuroo laughs at this, and I can’t help but watch as his whole face brightens up from his usual emotionless expression. I find myself smiling in response.

I grab his expensive shampoo and pour some into my hands, beginning to massage it into his scalp. With wet hair, his raven strands are for once flat on his head and reach down to his defined jawline. Kuroo groans under my touch, leaning into my fingers. I snatch my hands back and pour hot water over his head.

"ARGH! Y/N!" He screams, hastily getting up and wetting me in the process.

"Ah- what are you-" I don't get to finish my question as he grabs my arm and yanks me next to him under the hot water, soaking my clothes and my hair.

"You asshole!" I screech as I reach up to pull his hair in defiance, but he only grabs my arm and hooks it around his neck, leaning down to look directly into my eyes.

Our noses brushing against one another, he mutters, "You look pretty with your hair wet and your shirt see through."

It takes me a moment to get past the compliment and to hear the perverted comment that he just uttered.

He sees my look of confusion and laughs, bends over, clutches his stomach and laughs, before bellowing in pain because of his injury.

Smiling smugly down at him as he grimaces, I force him to sit back down and continue massaging the shampoo into his hair, warning him that if he so much as moaned I would leave him in here, dripping wet and in pain.

"That's what he said," is his reply.

I smack his head in response.

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

[couragesun]

January 13th, 2021 - Imagine one member of your OTP is a professional athlete

Welp. This one was too easy. My headcanon involves Taichi being a professional athlete until retiring into politics. So I wanted to challenge myself a little and ask myself ‘What if Yamato was an athlete’.

Aw man. What would his sport be?? Yamato doesn’t strike me as a team-sport kinda guy or someone who wants to spend a lot of time outdoors, so that narrows it down a bit. A part of me really wants him to be, like, a competitive chess player or something more cerebral, but I think Yamato would love something that would be a creative outlet too. He also loves being on stage with his music...

Then it hit me: Yamato as a competitive pole dancer. 

Omg, as someone who has been pole dancing for two years now, I can say that Yamato would be great. I want to stress that anyone can pole dance, but Yamato has some natural advantages: being a musician gives him creativity, musicality, and grip strength, he’s got some nice, wide shoulders, and he would absolutely kill it in a pair of punk-inspired heeled boots. UGH I love it. He’d use a lot of punk/alt/rock music and just be an overall athletic badass. 

Now how will this impact taiyama. I think Yamato would keep this a secret for a while - it’s not something he really shares with people because it’s his thing that he does to look and feel amazing. But I imagine when they move in together it would have to be discussed since there’s a whole closet with his wardrobe and other training pieces. And Taichi would initially be supportive in the ‘hell yea, my partner is so hot’ kind of dude-bro way. But because Taichi is such an athlete himself I think he would eventually grow to respect the hell out of it as a sport. I can imagine him attending competitions to be supportive and meeting other polers and just being in awe the entire time. And everyone would just love this wide-eyed puppy of a man who is so impressed by everything. ‘Yama their tattoos are amazing’ ‘Yamato did you see how high they climbed?’ ‘OMG do you know the ab strength needed for - oh wait. Of course you do.’ ‘Yama that guy over there just bench-pressed me like twenty times!’. And oh man, when Yamato is performing, Taichi is front and center in his ‘I <3 Pole’ tshirt with the dopiest grin on his face because Wow. Everyone knows Yamato is sexy but he’s also so powerful and strong and confident, and whether its performing music or competitive pole, Taichi loves watching Yamato in his element.

Now I need fanart of Yamato in a pair of black Pleasers <3

[dreamywriting]

Shinso Hitoshi // 7 Minutes in Heaven

pairing: shinso x reader (aged up)

word count: 1700+

genre: it’s not smut but 

warnings: alcohol, swearing, slightly suggestive

a/n: yes, it’s a well-used scenario, but it’s still so good. especially for when i’m feeling indulgent like this. i was heavily inspired by some fanart i saw of trunks, so i’ll put i down below ‘cause it is hot. 

-

He really didn’t hold back, huh? 

The bottle was whirling at a rapid speed on the floor. Everyone was gathered in a circle, excitedly anticipating who the bottle would land on. The game had just started and so far only one pair had gone into the closet.

It was the first time the whole class had organized a house party, and the night had been fantastic so far. Mina was the self proclaimed DJ and naturally played a lot of songs that were great for dancing. The atmosphere was dense, hot and filled with excitement. Drinks were flowing and everybody had loosened up quite a bit, hence the mutual agreement to play Seven Minutes in Heaven.

It was a classic party game, and yet it was your first time playing it. You were more giddy than nervous because of the alcohol. You felt fizzy all over and your confidence had gotten a sudden boost. Something in the back of your mind told you it would come in handy, and well, you weren’t wrong.

The bottle was on it’s last reserves, turning in excruciating slow circles before the participants. You followed it with hazy eyes as it finally came to a stop, nose facing you. Oh god.

In a flash everybody’s heads turned to you. It was expected but your face suddenly felt a lot warmer. You did your best to keep your composure. On opposite sides of the circle, you watched Kaminari squeeze Shinso’s shoulders, slurring that he’s the man and you got this, you damn stud. Shinso brushed his enthusiastic classmate off like usual and stood up. He wore a pair of black jeans, a simple dark sweatshirt with the white collar of his t-shirt sticking out from underneath, and his hair was in its usual, messy get up. But you noticed various rings adorning his fingers, accentuating his beautiful hands. His outfit was modest but he looked absolutely delicious in it. And knowing him, he probably wasn’t even trying.

He looked at you expectantly and you took it as your cue to stand up as well. Some of you classmates let out drunken hollers whilst others whispered among themselves, rather indiscreetly at that.

You hadn’t intended it to be so obvious, but a lot of people knew about your crush on Shinso. Your stares had lingered just a tad too long and from there it only got worse. Soon enough people caught on and you begged them to be cool about it. To your surprise they had actually respected your wishes, but the way they were acting right now was far from casual. You just hoped Shinso was intoxicated enough to not notice it.

He took the lead and you followed him into the closet. As expected it was pretty dim and cramped, leaving you with only about half a meter between the two of you. Your pulse was starting to pick up and you cursed yourself for not bringing a drink with you. There was absolutely nothing to distract you from your crush. Nothing to distract him from you. His intense gaze made that very clear, as you could feel his eyes all over you. 

You actually hadn’t intereacted a lot with each other. He was so focused on training and getting stronger while you had your own shit to deal with, and also, the guy was pretty intimidating. So it just didn’t come about that often. Your train of thought was broken up by the stream of light coming through the open door, seeing Shinso’s hand on the knob opening it further. Was he leaving already?

“Calm down, I’m only getting us some drinks.” He said, upon seeing your offended expression.

Oh. You suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

This game was new to you and you honestly had no idea what to do. Of course, you understood the implications of what was expected to happen, but you were not counting on any of the sort with Shinso. Pining for him for so long without getting any signs back said more than you wanted to know. The possibility of you two ever having mutual feelings seemed so distant, even to your drunk and hopeful self.

The door opened once more and Shinso came back holding two cups. By now you’d taken a seat on the floor and Shinso followed suit, mimicking your crossed legs. The tight space made your knees touch as you sat in front of each other, but you tried not to think about it as you took a generous swig of the drink he gave you.

“What the fuck,” you spluttered, “How much alcohol did you put in this?”

“Enough to help you loosen up.” he snorted, finding your reaction amusing.

“You goddamn predator,” you joked, as you took another tentative sip. It wasn’t that bad. Maybe you could need some loosening up.

The atmosphere in the closet felt more pleasant than before. The alcohol was slowly making your initial embarrassment fade away, but Shinso made sure to ignite it once more. He put the cup on the floor and gripped the hem of his sweatshirt. Swiftly pulling it over his head he revealed the white t-shirt underneath, as well as a sliver of his toned stomach. A waft of his delicious cologne hit your senses and it made you slightly dizzy. God, he was so gorgeous. Your heart rate picked up again and you were sure he could see the blush on your face, even in the dim lighting. 

“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to,” he started, definitely noticing your change in demeanor.

“No, I- of course not-”

“But that doesn’t mean much, does it?” he continued. Now you were confused. What the hell was he on about? 

“Because I think you’d let me do a lot of stuff to you.”

Your insides were twisting and turning. Were you just really intoxicated or had he actually just said that? Did he know? His words penetrated right through your foggy mind and brought out your lust for him. You eyed him up. He looked so sexy in front of you; tight jeans outlining his strong thighs, abs and pecs poking through his shirt and thick rings wrapped around his fingers making them look more intimidating, like he could leave a mark or two on your hips.

He was right. 

He could do almost anything to you and he knew it. It turned him on knowing that you were so readily obedient for him, even without the use of his quirk. But you didn’t know that, of course. You were speechless, too busy hanging on to his words.

"Listen, you obviously like me," he said, grinning confidently, “-and I don’t blame you.”

This guy. Out of all the people you could’ve fallen for, it had to be this bratty, overconfident, smug, strong, intelligent, irresistible insomniac.

"I- I swear to god I will end your life right now."

Your poor threat made his smile widen even more, effectively urging your embarrassment. There was no way you could get out of this one. He had used this stupid game to finally get you to confess and it worked. You felt like a clown and the whole ass circus. You hadn’t known what to expect upon joining the circle, but definitely not this. And how many minutes had passed? Five, maybe?

His silence was killing you. Your proximity just made it worse. What else could you say? Everything was already on the table to the person who mattered the most. Ultimately, the ball was in his court. 

He noticed your faltered spirit and he actually felt a bit bad. Maybe this wasn’t the best way to go about it after all.

Of course, he had noticed your pining. Even Aizawa had. Whilst patiently waiting for you to confess, Shinso eventually realised that he had to make the first move if anything was going to happen between the two of you. And what better opportunity than now, convinced his drunken mind.

There wasn’t a lot of time left, but he couldn’t let it end like this. At this rate nothing was ever going to happen. 

You were still avoiding his eyes like the plague, so he gently brought a hand to your jaw and turned your head to face his. You looked into his purple irises, seeing certain colors and emotions in him for the first time. It was captivating. You watched him slightly angle his head and lean in closer to you. His fingers felt rough against your jaw but his entire demeanor breathed of softness. When he was impossibly close to your lips, he whispered a small can I? still asking for permission, even though he knew you could never deny him. You were in shock. Your whole body on fire. Nodding breathlessly, your lips accidentally brushed against his and that’s when he lost it.

When he closed the gap your eyes instinctively close shut. All your focus was directed toward the sensations of your crush against you; his smell, his taste, his touch. He was so eager to feel you. His hands moved down your legs to uncross them so he could slide in their place, while your mouths worked together in an eager kiss. It was wet and filled with need. It tasted like alcohol and first love.

Your sitting form was forced against the wall as he pushed onto you and you felt his hands slide up your thighs. One of them latched onto your waist and the other snaked up your arm, caressed your neck and eventually settled on your throat. The feeling of his cold rings against your beating pulse made you want to rub your legs together. The slight pressure he applied to your throat made you want to moan, so you did.

This invoked something in Shinso and he couldn’t help but mumble a you’re so fucking hot, against your swollen lips. Because you really were. He had imagined you in all kinds of positions, all of the sounds you would make, how you’d writhe underneath him, how well you’d take him. He had been good at keeping it to himself, but you drove him absolutely wild. There was no place he’d rather be than in this murky closet, absolutely devouring you.

“Yo guys, your seven minutes-” Sero opened the door to an image that was burned into his retinas for months to come. Somewhere in the background you heard a drunken Denki yelling excitedly. It was a lot.

And you two were certainly in for it now.

-

a/n: might fuck around and make this into a series? who knows. 

here’s the picture i was inspired by. isn’t it just the best?

(x) 

[lildevyl]

The Darkiplier Origin Story

Alright, guys, gals, demons, ghouls and Multi-Fandom Fiends!  Well, this is going to be a bit of a different kind of post!  You see a friend of mine @weirdmixofweirdness​ did a livestream early today (weirdmix17) on twitch celebrating the 3 Year Anniversary of Who Killed Markiplier!  Unfortunately I had to miss it, due to being at work.  However, a Creative Buddy of ours @shark-unus-buddy​ popped in!  Now, this was the first time that they watched Who Killed Markiplier and they asked if I could “Info Dump” about a couple of my all time favorite Egos of Markiplier!  Darkiplier and Wilford Warfstashe!

*Cracks Knuckles*

Alright, Darkiplier, where do I even start with this Ego?  Well, to be honest, Darkiplier is literally one of the most popular Egos of Mark’s.  Now I could just let MatPat here explain everything on what’s going on, on Markiplier’s Channel with the Egos.  But since you, @shark-unus-buddy​, gave me permission, I’m going to be using all the notes that I’ve been secretly taking from Game Theorist for the past 3 years to good use!

So, for me to explain Darkiplier things here are going to get very meta.  What I mean by that is I’m going to be explaining a lot of things that I know of to the best of my knowledge, of things that happened in Mark’s life to help lead him to YouTube and all the things that I put together with a lot of other theorist of the Storyline of the Egos.  Does this make sense?  I’ll try to explain things as best as I can!  If you have any questions, feel free to DM me or pop in my inbox!

Alright, so from the beginning!  Well, still to this day there is a huge debate on whether or not Darkiplier or Wilford Warfstashe is actually the first Ego.  Now, if you ask Mark himself, he will say that Wilford is the very first Ego, going all the way back to the video, The Fall of the Slender Man.  However, many fans believe that Darkiplier is the first Ego of the Channel.  Me, I have no clue on which it right.   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

But getting back on topic here!  Darkiplier like AntiSepticeye, started out as a Fan Creation, from when Mark started to do “Creepy Edits” in different videos, usually in “Horror Games” or he just wanted to make “Creepy Edits” for the aesthetic of October and Halloween.  Many people in the Community loved the “Creepy Edits” and began to make a Character based on that.

Now, when Mark first started YouTube and started to do the “Creepy Edits” it wasn’t the best time, of his life.  Mark like a lot of us, turned toward YouTube b/c he needed a Creative Outlet.  During that time, he (Mark) was in a very bad/very dark place.  I don’t know all the details, but what I do know is, Mark didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life.  College wasn’t for him, and unfortunately, he wound up in some debt due to some medical bills from his surgeries.  During this time, he started his YouTube Channel, but even that almost didn’t last long.  The YouTube Channel that Mark has now, is literally his fourth, yes you read that right, his fourth Channel.  And this was way before the Demonizations, Copy Rights, and COPPA came along!

When Mark started his Channel and began doing the “Creep Edits” the fans began to make all kinds of fanart of Darkiplier.  Darkiplier even was added into a lot of different fan games as well.  One the most popular ones is Hearts and Heros.  However, Darkiplier didn’t really became a thing or Canon on the Channel until about 2k17, with Mark’s first ever Choose Your Own Adventure, A Date With Markiplier.  Mark himself said during a charity livestream that he wanted to bring Darkiplier back and started to make that character as his own character.

2k17 literally became the year that the “Lore” of Darkiplier started to come about.  With a little skit comedy video called Markiplier TV we start to see somethings with Wilford and Dark.  Dark and Wilford of course breaking the fourth wall.

“Look, Wilford, I appreciate what you’ve done for us, but how is this suppose to help us take back control?  We’re the heart and soul of this Channel after all.”

Yes, you’ve read that right!  Darkiplier knows that he is an Ego and the Channel exists!  Actually, come to think of it, he actually acknowledge that in A Date With Markiplier.

“Did you miss me?  I’ve been waiting a long time to see you again.  I’ve been pushed aside.  Replaced.  Mocked.  And then he had the gull to not invite me on his little adventure with you.  Never again.  I’ve been waiting patiently!  He promise to let me again!  I’m tired of giving people a choice!”

And if your wondering yes, some of this is very familiar!  Why you may ask?  Well, for starters, some these lines were reintroduced in the Origin story of Darkiplier and Wilford Warfstashe in the four part mini series that Mark launched called Who Killed Markiplier.  Now Mark actually talks about the behind the scenes of Who Killed Markiplier, the story behind it, and all during a livestream.  I’m just going to give some bullet points here.

*Actor!Mark decides to gather the gang back together for a Poker Night

*Actor!Mark winds up and you (The DA) and Abe the Detective go on to try and figure out who’s the murderer.

*Along the way you meet a lot of different characters, one of them is Damien’s sister and Mark’s ex-wife Celine.

*And there is a bunch of Supernatural Activity going on, that we later find out, and then we see Darkiplier.

It’s a lot more then that, but I don’t want to make this super long post and longer then it should!

Now, we fast forward to 2k18.  We don’t really see much of Darkiplier except for a couple of videos.  One being the very popular fangame Hearts and Heroes.  Now, this is actually one of my favorite fangames, and has a really good storyline if you want to watch Mark play it or can play it yourself for free on Gamejolt!  The other video was literally a teaser called Go Back to Sleep.

Last year though! 2k19, was literally the year for all of us theorists!  Mark had gotten inspired by the AntiSepticeye videos that Sean (JackSepticeye) did and the amount of praise and positive feed back that Sean had gotten.  And Sean being Sean loves to throw out some hints for the Egos every now and then.  Mark decided to do some of his biggest projects to date!  One of them of course is Damien!  An animation about the characters Damien and his sister Celine and there is a nice little surprise at the end of the video! ;)  But after that video came one of Mark’s biggest projects to date.  A Heist With Markiplier.  The sequel to A Date With Markiplier.

Now, there hasn’t been anything as of this year with Darkiplier.  Although, if you watch Unus Annus, you can see that sometimes, Darkiplier and Wilford tend to come out in a few videos.

But that’s all I have for the Origin Story of Darkiplier!  Let me know what you think!

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

More Than Just A Quirk - ShindoDeku

A/N: Back with some smutttttt lmao, my first M/M nsfw fic actually! This fic was inspired by a ShindoDeku nsfw fanart by @ spacenipnops on twitter! The link to her artwork is here . Please take a look at her lovely work. This is my interpretation of her piece. Also, Midoriya and Shindo are over 18! If you want to read it on my ao3 account, click here.

~ NSFW Tags: Quirk Play, Oral, Fingering, Body Praise, Aftercare, Bisexual Shindo & Deku, Dom Shindo & Sub Deku

~

There were a lot of things Midoriya tried in his life. Things like a new video game or a new ice cream flavor, but one thing he never tried was was having sex with a guy. He wasn't a virgin, since he's had a girlfriend in the past and had sex with her but with a guy? No, that was completely out his zone. He didn't even know he liked guys until he caught a look at some guy Kirishima was having a quick chat with. From what he heard later on from Kiri was that his name was Shindo Yo, a recent graduate from a different school and now a pro hero, who was only a year older than he was. From afar, he noticed his dark colored hair which was similar to Midoriya’s style and the way his chest and abs were exposed due to his green and black hero costume. His smile was also something he took note of, especially when he gave Midoriya a smirk when he caught him looking at him. Turning away, Midoriya was having a hard time processing in his mind what he was feeling. He's seen guys shirtless, hell, Kirishima was shirtless all the time in his pro hero outfit, but no. Something about Shindo was different. Shindo made him hard. Days went by after that encounter and Midoriya tried to push the thought of him away, yet it wouldn't. He wanted him. He didn't know how exactly that would happen, especially since he wasn't sure of his feelings and didn't think he would see him again but fate had set in that day when Midoriya caught him talking to another one of his friends again while on patrol. Shindo caught a glimpse of him in return and approached him afterwards which made Midoriya panic internally. Turned out though he wanted the same thing Midoriya did.

"Hey, you're that kid I saw last time while I was talking to your friend Kirishima. 3rd year right? What's your name?"

"Midoriya Izuku, and yeah it's my 3rd year ", Midoriya responded a little nervously.

"Midoriya Izuku, huh? Almost done with UA then", Shindo replied. The way his name rolled off his tongue made Midoriya practically melt right there.

"Well, since I've caught you staring at me more than once, I'll tell you what. Let's meet up at my place this weekend since it's my only time off. Give me your phone number and I'll text you the address".

Not believing how straight forward Shindo was, his eyes widened and he almost froze where he stood but his mind was able to process his phone number as he gave it to Shindo.

"See you there," Shindo said to him as he got close to his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Without another word, he walked away, leaving Midoriya right there.

~

It was now the weekend, and here Midoriya was waiting in front of Shindo's door. He wasn't fully hard but the idea of what was to come made himself feel a little stiff in his boxers. He knocked, only having to wait a few seconds before he was greeted by a smiling Shindo at the door.

"Midoriya, you made it! Come in", he said, allowing him to enter his place. It was pretty organized for the most part and he had the place to himself. Since it was the evening and the night would be there soon, the place was dimly lit with what natural light was left before it was gone. Midoriya removed his shoes before he walked further in.

"Want a drink?" Shindo asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. His eyes motioned towards the kitchen where he saw Shindo holding up a soda can in his hand.

"No thanks", Midoriya replied.

"Suit yourself then. You can wait for me in my room. It's down the hall to the right".

Giving the ok to go, Midoriya slowly walked down the hallway and found Shindo's room. The main light was off but the lamp at his desk was the only light source lighting up the room for the moment. The bed was neatly made and the room was cleaned up as well. Midoriya liked that.

He sat down on the chair Shindo had by his desk, not wanting to be intrusive by sitting on his bed. He waited for Shindo, feeling his heart racing and his hands slightly sweaty from the nerves. This was it. He had plenty of time to think about if he really wanted to do this and was pretty okay with it during the week but actually being here felt different. It wasn't a fight or flight moment but just butterflies in his stomach. His mind went on to wonder what Shindo would do to him, if he would suck him off or if Midoriya would have to please him first. Would he enjoy it, or would he regret it? That he did not know.

Shindo walked into the room a few minutes later, spotting Midoriya on the chair. He walked in front of him and greeted him again.

"Hey sorry man, I was just cleaning up something in the kitchen."

"It's fine", Midoriya replied. Seeing Shindo's bangs hang over his forehead being dimly litt by the lamp on his desk gave him a slight shadow to his face, something that seemed oddly hot to him. He was wearing a white t-shirt that had purple colored short sleeves and black sweats with white stripes on the sides.. He felt his cock twitch a bit, hoping that Shindo didn't notice but of course he did.

"Heh, you're that excited for me already? You just got here", Shindo jokingly said, shooting Midoriya a smirk as he looked at his dick print and then at his eyes. Midoriya, feeling slightly embarrassed, attempted to hide it with his yellow sweater. This only made Shindo laugh.

"Hey man, no need to hide it. If you're hard you're hard", he said as he crouched down in front of him, being eye level with his print.

Midoriya's breath hitched at the sight, his face turning bright pink at the realization that Shindo was probably going to be the one to please him first. He slowly let go of his hoodie, leaving his print to be exposed through his pants.

"So, you're ready for this?" Shindo asked him as he placed his hands on Midoriya's thighs.

Midoriya took a deep breath and swallowed thickly and nodded yes. Just as Shindo placed his hands on the sides of his pants to pull them down, Midoriya stopped him.

"Wait", he said quickly, motioning his hands to stop Shindo from pulling his pants down. Taken a little aback, Shindo let go, placing his hands back on Midoriya's thighs.

"What's wrong?" Shindo asked, confused. He was looking at Midoriya's face, searching for worry which is what he found.

"I uh..." Midoriya began. "I've never done this..."

Shindo's eyes met Midoriya's, listening to him express his concern. "Had sex?" he asked.

"N-no I have, just never.... with... y'know..." Midoriya stammered off.

"A guy?", Shindo asked.

"Yeah"... Midoriya said quietly. His head hung low as he messed with the strings of his sweater, saving himself further embarrassment. He was sure that he was ready but cursed at himself internally for stopping him.

"I see.. Well Midoriya, if you don't wanna do this, you don't have to. I won't push you. If you still want to, we'll move at your pace."

Midoriya looked up from his sweater to Shindo's eyes. Shindo gave him a reassuring smile while slowly rubbing his thumb side to side on Midoriya's thigh. He didn't know that Shindo could be this nice and caring. The reassurance was comforting. Maybe he could go through with this. Taking another deep breath, he spoke.

"I'll do it."

Shindo tilted his head slightly to the side. "You sure? I'll only do this if you really want to".

Midoriya smiled a bit. "Yeah I'm sure".

Shindo nodded at him. "Okay then but if you want to stop, you let me know, alright?"

"Okay" Midoriya replied.

~

Shindo was going to pull down Midoriya's pants again but realized that he had gotten soft again. He also realized that if Midoriya had never had sex with a guy, then there was something else he never had done either.

Shindo slowly stood up, his body a little bent towards Midoriya. Midoriya didn't know what made him suddenly change his stance. Was something wrong?

"I take it you've never kissed a guy either, right?"

"No...", Midoriya said lowly, realizing that he hasn't. Having Shindo this close to his face was making his heart race more and he felt his face still hot from blushing but after seeing how reassuring Shindo was towards him, he was sure this time that he wanted him. He wanted to taste him somehow. This was the moment to finally experience how kissing a guy felt.. His eyes stared at his lips, lips barely brushing each other. He waited for Shindo to make the move.

"Come here then" Shindo said as his hand found his way under Midoriya’s undercut and motioned his lips to the other. The kiss was sweet at first, then slowly started to intensify when Midoriya felt Shindo's tongue pass his lips. Their tongues slid into each other's mouth, Midorya tasting what he assumed was some candy Shindo had in his mouth before this. The taste was so good and he could feel his body tingle and get hot as he got hard again. His hand found their way to Shindo's hair as he tugged him closer than he already was, desperate to feel more. The experience was definitely different for him, yet he liked it. A soft moan escaped his lips as they continued to make out, Shindo's free hand sliding down Midoriya's body to stroke his print slightly. After a few seconds more, Shindo pulled back, a string of saliva connecting the two.

Shindo brushed his thumb against his lips to wipe off the saliva. He looked down and noticed Midoriya’s eyes were half lidded and filled with lust. Midoriya would have kept going, had Shindo not pulled away.

"Shit man... you're a pretty good kisser," Shindo said. Midoriya looked down Shindo's body and saw he was hard as well. He could only wonder what his dick looked like underneath.

"You too", Midoriya said, slightly out of breath.

Shindo resumed his position of being crouched down at Midoriya’s legs with one knee touching the floor, ready to pull his pants down. He looked at Midoriya, his eyes questioning if he was sure, to which Midoriya nodded in return.

Pulling his pants down slowly along with his boxers, his cock sprang out which made Shindo grin again. He continued to pull his pants all the way down until they were off and tossed them to the side, leaving only his socks on. His focus went back to Midoriya’s dick, as he grabbed it in his hand to have a closer look. It was of average size with a nice pink tip. He had some hair in his pubic area, which didn't matter too much to him. He liked what he saw anyways.

"So pretty and pink", he said.

Midoriya had his finger on his lip as he bit down on it a bit. Shindo's hand was warm, making his cock twitch again in his hand.

"Spread your legs a bit for me", Shindo instructed, then noticing how many freckles he had on his thighs, to which he found cute. Midoriya listened to him.

Never taking his eyes off of him, Shindo took his place between his legs and lowered his mouth onto Midoriya's cock, his lips closing around the tip. Midoriya gasped at the feeling, since his mouth felt so warm around him. He kept his hand around his mouth softly as if he was holding in his moans and other sounds.

Shindo continued sucking at a slow and steady pace, wanting Midoriya to feel every moment of this fully. He watched for signs of discomfort as a precaution but also looked for signs of pleasure to which he found. Midoriya's eyes closed from time to time and his lower body bucked up, feeling not only pleasure but the need for Shindo to take him in more.

Shindo got the memo and slid his mouth down his length more. He tongue slid up and down his underside, gripping the base of his dick to keep it steady in his mouth. Excess saliva began to build up in his mouth, the sounds of him sucking filling up the room. He could hear little whimpers from Midoriya’s lips, but not loud enough like he wanted to. He decided to try something different. Popping his dick out of his mouth, he heard a whine from Midoriya as if asking why he stopped.

"I want to try something, if you'll let me. Spread your legs higher and let them lay on the arm rest of the chair".

Shindo immediately could tell that Midoriya got shy and embarrassed, seeing how slow and unsure he was of himself as he moved his legs up.

"Hey, relax... I'm gonna take care of you", Shindo said softly. "Nothing to feel embarrassed about".

Attempting to relax himself, Midoriya let his legs rest on the arm chair as he was told but Shindo took his right leg and let it rest on his shoulder instead. He couldn't deny that he was still embarrassed being exposed like this infront of Shindo but he believed in his words. He waited to see what Shindo would do next.

Having his mouth still filled with excess saliva, he let spit drip down from his mouth and onto his fingertips on his right hand. He then looked up at Midoriya.

"This might feel uncomfortable, let me know if you want me to stop, okay?"

"O-okay", Midoriya replied, stumbling over the word. He had never been fingered before, so this definitely was new. Bracing himself for what was to come, Shindo rimmed his entrance with his fingertips coated in saliva. It felt slimey to Midoriya, but thankfully it wasn't cold since Shindo's mouth was warm. Shindo then began moving his pointer finger inside of him, which made Midoriya's breath hitch again and he immediately tightened up around him.

"Relax, relax", Shindo instructed, his voice still soft to keep Midoriya calm.

He pumped his finger in and out of him to get him used to the feeling which left Midoriya letting out a few "haah's" and tiny whimpers in the process. Shindo slowly stroked Midoriya's cock which had been left unattended for some time, before deciding that he could try to add another finger in.

He slid in another finger, in which Midoriya hissed at the intrusion but moaned when Shindo continued to pump two fingers in and out of him and then scissors his fingers inside to open him up. He began leaving kisses and gentle sucks on his dick tip while he did so. Midoriya clutched his sweater with his left hand on his chest, wondering how he had never thought about experiencing this before. No, the timing wasn't right. The person wasn't right. It was meant to be this way. He was meant to experience this with Shindo.

Shindo spit again on his fingers to add more lube to them before adding a third finger slowly, stretching Midoriya out even more than he already was and made him moan a little louder. He pumped into him a little faster, the squelching sound of saliva and moans filling up the room. Shindo was impressed honestly. He had thought that Midoriya would have told him to stop by now but he didn't. Oh how his cock ached in his boxers, feeling precum build up at the tip but he let himself focus on Midoriya for now. His own pleasure would come later.

"Look at you, you're doing so good. I got three fingers in you already" Shindo praised.

"Haah.. y-yea", Midoriya moaned. He did feel good, not only physically but mentally that he was able to do this and felt good about having someone care for his needs.

~

"Hey... is there another name I can call you besides Midoriya?", Shindo asked as he teasingly kissed and sucked the underside of Midoriya’s tip slowly while staring into his eyes.

"Ahh... uh.. D-Deku", he replied.

"Deku.... did I ever tell you what kind of quirk I have?"

Midoriya's eyes continued to be in a state of opening and closing and the sensation of being fingered and having his dick sucked. He left his eyes half lidded, trying to think of his quirk but still being lost in pleasure.

"N-no you didn't", he huffed out.

"Well, I can make anything I touch vibrate. But I'll have you know that it's good for other things besides combat. Wanna see?"

Midoriya opened his eyes the best way he could, trying to understand what else his quirk could possibly be used for. He nodded in response.

Suddenly, Shindo's hands began to vibrate, his fingers making his insides tremble as he stopped pumping them and kept them in a downwards position for Midoriya to feel. His hand on his dick also began to vibrate, sending a wave of pleasure throughout Midoriya's body.

"Ahhhhhh", Midoriya cried out, his breathing becoming faster with every passing second as he clutched his sweater tighter and his eyes were forced shut. Shindo kept his mouth on his dick tip but slowly moved his hand up and down Midoriya's length, allowing him to feel the sensation of the vibration everywhere. The way his three fingers vibrated inside of him were making his legs shake. It was hard to keep them open and Shindo took notice.

"Keep those legs open for me Deku", he instructed, nudging his shoulder to the left to keep Midoriya from closing his legs on him.

"S-Shindo... ah"

"Call me Yo. We're personal now", Shindo said, shooting him a smirk.

"Mmm.. ahh.. ah.. Yo", Midoriya panted. He felt himself close to cumming. He was still holding back from making too much noise, which didn't make sense to Shindo because it was just the two of them alone.

"You don't have to keep quiet y'know. I wanna hear more of how good I'm making you feel", Shindo explained.

"I'm.. close", Midoriya replied. Shindo then knew that there could be one thing that would get Midoriya to make the noises that he wanted to.

Having his fingers in a downward position this whole time, he decided to turn them upwards and press against Midoriya's prostate. He also increased the pressure of his fingers and the vibrations coming from his hand.

Midoriya cried out even louder, never feeling a sensation as good as this. He didn't know what changed, what was making him feel so good. His hands left his face and sweater as he clutched the arm rest of the chair hard and tilted his head back. His legs were violently shaking now, his voice no longer being held back by his hand.

"Ahhhh.. Yo! Ahhh!!", he wailed as he arched his back on the chair. His moans were music to Shindo's ears as he finally heard what he wanted to hear.

"That's it baby, let me hear you." He fingered his entrance harder, rubbing against his prostate each time, which had Midoriya seeing stars.

"I'm gonna cum", Midoriya cried out. His face was beet red, his voice shuttering and crying out from time to time. He felt the need to release himself, to no longer hold back.

"Cum for me baby, let me see how much you got for me", Shindo said lowly. His voice was too sexy for Midoriya to handle. Shindo kept his mouth on the underside of his dick tip, waiting for his release.

"Ahhh!!", Midoriya yelled out as thick ropes of cum shot out from his dick. Shindo had moved back slightly to allow himself to see how much cum Midoriya had for him but still slowly milked his cock as his cum came out. His body continued to shake as his orgasm ripped through his body, his vision turning white at the feeling.

~

Turning off his quirk, Shindo slowly removed his fingers from Midoriya’s hole as he examined how soaked they were in saliva. His other hand was coated in cum, not that he complained. He was pleased with himself that he could make Midoriya feel so good, especially knowing that this was his first time experiencing it. He looked up to check on Midoriya, whose head was still leaning back against the chair.

"Hey, you alright up there?" Shindo asked.

Midoriya couldn't even speak. All he could do was raise his hand into a thumbs up as he continued to try to control his breathing. Shindo laughed.

"Ha, well that's good then. You made a pretty big mess on me here. Glad to see I could make you feel so good".

Shindo stood up, which made Midoriya open his eyes to look up at him.

"Let me clean my hands and then I'll come clean you up", Shindo said as he walked out the room. Midoriya was too exhausted to follow his trail with his eyes but stared at the ceiling while Shindo left. He loved the new experience that he felt, also realizing how funny it was at the same time that Shindo was basically a walking vibrator. He would have never guessed that he could use his quirk for that, let alone use a quirk during sex anyways. It was something he would keep in his head, instead of writing down in his notebook.

Shindo came back with his hands clean and a bottle of water to offer Midoriya. He accepted the bottle, drinking the water quickly as if he hasn't drank water in hours. Shindo had brought wipes from the bathroom and cleaned Midoriya up until Midoriya noticed something.

"You're still hard", he pointed out, looking at the budget in Shindo's pants.

Shindo stood up, folding the wipes in his hands as Midoriya set his legs down. He chuckled to himself.

"Well after all that, how could I not be", he smiled, looking down at Midoriya.

"Do you want me to...?", Midoriya asked, switching his view from Shindo to his bulge.

"Well you could but... I wanted to show you another way I could make you feel good", as he motioned his head towards the bed.

Midoriya looked at the bed and then back at him. After the intense orgasm that he had, he didn't know how else it could possibly feel better than that. He wasn't going to turn it down though.

He nodded his head, wanting to feel that experience again...

~

Tag List: @babydabi @bakugousidehoe @xsugarysweetsx @huntersbunker

[tokyosteakydon-chloe]

Thoughts on sinner & tat2luv

I’m using this post to keep track of receipts & my personal thoughts on rennis & tat2luv. As new findings seem to come to light regularly, I’ve noted down dates of updates of the post to hopefully keep confusions to a minimum.

(Big thank you to all my dear friends who helped provide receipts I love you all so so much)

first update - 20th Sep

second update - 25th Sep

I’ll cut to the chase. rennis is nothing but a famewhore, possibly even worse. 

She’s relishing in all this new found fame and passively promoting herself. It is not entirely impossible she is the one or part of the ones who planned this , a few reasons:

1. She is at 90k followers on ig as of 20th sep morning , She’s gained tens & thousands of followers since the incident . She has not once gone private . Wouldn’t a normal person get tired of the attacks, the constant DM’s and want to lay low for a while temporarily? Why hasn’t she gone private ? 

attached is ss of her follower count a few days ago, she was at 66k 

this is ss of her current follower count as of 25th Sep , how fast was the growth! 

I regret not capturing a ss of her follower count when this all started but I think it is clear enough how much clout she’s gotten since

2. She posted on ig tat of sunset in the middle of the mess tagging geoje island . The location was later deleted but why doing so in the first place , right in the middle of the incident ? 

3. In her apology post which she deleted later, she referred to JK as ‘close friend’.  Idk about you but if I were to be close friends with someone like JK , knowing the impact of that knowledge may have on JK I would have said ‘friends’ at the most , saying you are ‘close friends ‘ and being a female, she was baiting for more

Please also pay attention to her last paragraph “ I won’t say anything later “ because I will come back to this

4. On wed 10am 18th sep she updated her facebook page with her number . Why ? Again she’s thriving in this, the business is thriving too. Back to point 1 on why she hasn’t gone private - she clearly has no intention to do so she clearly wants to go as public as possible. She’s provided her phone#, her kakao ID , updated fb, updated ig to be as ‘contactable’ as possible. She must love it when every person who visits next until 2030 she gets to spill tea on her close friendship with Jk for a thorough 3 hours

5. On her ig profile she is tagged in many incident-related posts. Why didn’t she untag herself ? This means when someone who has no prior knowledge of this incident visits her page , they will learn ab the incident . Again she is passively promoting it 

This is a ss of her ‘tagged’ page, you can easily spot the ones where she’s linked to JK. and No she isn’t tagged in thousands of posts so she has time to untag herself off them. The # of posts she is tagged in that’s related to jk are very manageable if she wants to untag herself. So it’s clear she has no plan to untag herself at all.

6. starting from 23rd Sep (note this was just before BTS returned from NZ) , she opened up her ig for comments. She not only liked comments that are supportive, but she also liked comments that insinuates there is more going on between her and jk. see receipts below: 

I heard she was also liking fanarts of her & jk , I don’t have receipts however. 

7. She follows a suspicious account on ig @/noor_jimin 

And this is ig story from that account  

Note the caption says : Cloutjjk  Do I even need to explain what this could mean? 

The picture is a death scene from save me , whatever they are up to honestly scares me 

8. rennis is also very busy deleting comments that go against her silent propaganda , comments in my ss below have all been deleted. Some were deleted within 1 min of being posted. Is she just 247 camping on social media right now? 

below ss belongs to @diminology from twt (thanks for sharing) 

The last ss shows someone commenting ‘stop harassing her, she’s not dating JK’ , which according to her apology is exactly what she asked for right?!? Yet it was deleted as well. She’s completely doing the opposite of what was said in the apology. 

Now onto the tat2luv shop

1. They certainly are letting rennis do whatever she pleases. And for them of course business is booming

2. They have posts of other celebs on their ig , ie mino . It’s a way of promoting your profile and perfectly normal . Now imagine if/when Jk got his tat done there , the shop asked to get a photo with Jk for that purpose , Jk denied the request ( downy adorable duh) . The follow on question is ‘how do you let people know Jk visits the shop if the usual means is not allowed ‘

3. They recently changed their kakao ID to ‘army3186′ . I don’t have ss of their previous kakao ID but it was not remotely related to army or bts. why the sudden change of ID ? and why the choice of ‘army’? I have to laugh, it is way too obvious. 

These are all I have so far. At this point I have no doubt 

1) the scandal is complete false.  2) tat2luv, rennis are literal human trash who are benefiting from this mess at the expense of jk . they have absolute no regard for him whatsoever  3) army or anyone need to stop considering them as victims , stop licking their boots , stop giving them the attention 

[taking-chences]

YALL

(Please refer to my explaination post here as it seems this is being misinterpreted)

Ok so I’ve been on the fence ab Staja and Steli and whatnot but seeing the discourse going on made me start thinking.

It’s completely understandable if you feel queerbaited by the show I honestly felt that a little too.

It’s also completely understandable if you like/love Staja.

But we must take all things into consideration.

Shipping can be fun and a great way to entertain yourself and stuff while watching a show, however, you can’t let it cover your eyes and filter everything to cater to your ship. For me, i did feel like Steve and Eli were being queer coded but i didnt expect a relationship out of them. I did, however, hope to see their characters evolve and grow. In my opinion, i think it’s good that Steli isnt canon mostly due to the fact of their voice actors’ age gap and just feeling uncomfortable with the idea of them having to flirt for the characters. But seeing Steve and/or Eli come to terms with their sexuality could be a great arc and very good for representation. And dont get me wrong i think steli is real cute but im not oppsed to staja either. We also cant forget that having a good non toxic relationship between boys is a really nice thing to see because we oftentimes never get a good close friendship between guys. Of course im still waiting for an apology from Steve for bullying Eli but what they have right now is nice. Eli is learning to stand up for himself and Steve is making a good friendship and learning to take other people’s feelings into consideration.

Im all for Staja as well AS LONG AS it’s not a forced het relationship which is oftentimes the case. Seeing Steve learn to fall for someone and develop a connection with them is a good arc in my eyes. Steve has gone through so much and seeing him develop his own definition of love would just be so touching. He focused on getting “hot babes” rather than wanting an actual relationship due to growing up with toxic masculinity being forced upon him and if Aja can open up his heart then by all means go collect your mans.

And PLEASE dont read this as me being a hater on steli like i love me a good creepslayerz fanart and i do feel as though the creators kinda queerbaited us with Steve and Eli i just hope this fandom doesnt spiral down the shipwar path. I hope that we can all be respectful of eachother and our views on the show.

So go ahead and create your fanart of your favourite ships i will gladly eat it all up and gawk and blab ab how beautiful it is but please be mindful of all factors that go into the show. The characters are more than just characters, their actors are what gives them life. Idk ab you guys but a man fake flirting with a kid for the sake of a show isn’t worth having a ship become canon. There’s plenty of fics and fanart out there. Do not hold a show responsible for satisfying your need of ship content but also dont forget the fun you can have within the fandom.

Give the show a chance and try to watch it with a cleared state of mind. Of course not everyone will like it but please be respectful. Thanks this has been my tedtalk.

[yoshibb]

It’s been a rough month for me and one of the things that helped me through it is @seraphinitegames The Wayhaven Chronicles. A couple playthroughs of this game truly helped lift my spirits. So I wanted to do some fanart for it. I also wrote some fanfiction for this picture too which will hopefully not break the lore too much >.> But seriously, thank you Sera for creating such a lovely and romantic game for all of us. 

F!DetectivexNate fiction with a hint of Adam on the side (spoilers: takes place over halfway through the game)

"I'll stay," he offered, the second Adam asked for a volunteer. Nate realized how eager he sounded and attempted to temper his enthusiasm, "I doubt you'll have need for me if you're planning to knock a few heads together."

"I'm sure that's the only reason," Felix grinned at him and Nate rolled his eyes. He never missed an opportunity to grind him. 

"Sounds good. Call us if anything happens," Adam said, although he could sense the slightest bit of hesitation in his friend. Adam had seemed reluctant to watch Nate's relationship become any closer with Emma since they'd returned from the Agency. 

"I'm sure the Detective and I will be quite capable of handling things while you're gone," he smiled, playing ignorant to it all. Adam's mouth opened and closed, some prudent piece of advice hanging on his best friend's tongue before his lips snapped shut, deciding against it. 

"By handling, do you mean--" Felix filled in the gap.

"Felix, that's enough," Adam cut him off, tired of hearing his quips. Nate threw Adam a grateful expression and headed back into the apartment.

"Try not to have too much fun, Natey!" Felix couldn't resist throwing one last dagger over his shoulder as they parted. Nate pursed his lips, shaking his head at his immaturity. Once back inside, he found Emma leaning into the fridge. He stumbled briefly, not sure how much of the conversation she'd overhead.

"I thought today was our day off," she said. She pulled a carton of eggs out of the fridge along with a gallon of milk. 

"Something came up that needed our immediate attention. It'll be just the two of us until later in the afternoon," Nate said. Her bare feet padded across the tiled floor, mind set on breakfast. Her robe draped casually off her right shoulder and her hair was tied up in a loose bun. He wondered sometimes if she was doing it on purpose. It wasn't polite to stare but he couldn't draw his eyes away. 

"That's too bad," she said. He frowned but quickly hid his expression before she could see.

"That disappointed to be stuck with me?" he asked. She chuckled, throwing half a smile over her shoulder at him.

"Don't be ridiculous, you're my absolute favorite vampire to spend time with," she said as she reached into a cabinet to pull out a pair of bowls. 

"I'd be flattered, but technically you only know five of us personally," he said. She clicked her tongue, lightly jabbing his shoulder with her fingers as if scolding him for his pessimistic view. 

She pushed up onto her tip toes to reach the dishes and he closed the distance between them instinctively. Pressing his chest to her back, he reached up and easily extracted the mixing bowl her fingers were grasping for. Her pulse jumped at their contact. While not the initial intent, he was more than pleased by her reaction.

"Well, aren't you handy," she played it off as best as she could, getting her revenge by leaning back against him briefly as she examined the dish in her hands as if it were a piece of fine art. His pulse sped to keep pace with hers, "How about... I can't think of anyone I'd enjoy spending time with more?"

"Now you're teasing me," he said and he gripped the top shelf of the cabinet to keep from following her as she moved away.

"I'm thinking french toast. It's been awhile since I had a chance to make breakfast," she said, "What about you? Want some?"

"That sounds delightful," he leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Ok, come take a bite then," she opened up her neck, brushing her loose strands of hair away and gesturing for him to come closer. Nate's eyes widened.

"I would never--"

"I'm kidding. Don't worry," she laughed, reveling in his response. He sighed at one of the oldest jokes in the book. Yet it had still flustered him, "Come on, you know me. I had to use that one at least once."

He finally cracked a smile if only amused at how pleased she was with herself, "The french toast will more than suffice," his eyes lingered a shade longer on her skin, briefly imagining his lips pressing against her porcelain skin. He swallowed, "Do you cook often?"

"Not as much as I'd like to. Being the lone detective in town doesn't give you a lot of free time, especially during a murder investigation," she said, "Not to fear, I won't poison you."

"On the contrary, I was only thinking about what a privilege it is to taste something you've homemade," he said. She mixed together the eggs, milk, and spices. 

"Charmer," she said and his smile turned into more of a smirk, his gaze falling, half lidded and low. 

"You underestimate me, Detective. I can be much more charming than that," he said. He reveled in the slight flush on her cheeks. However, she matched him blow for blow, smirking as she casually licked her fingers clean of the liquid mix. She turned on the cooktop burner adding to the heat coursing through the apartment. 

"How about yourself, Agent, you ever tried cooking?" she asked as she dipped a slice of bread in the mix. 

"I've dabbled in it," he shrugged.

"I can understand. You're a little lacking in test subjects," she said, "I really don't want to think what a vampire delicacy would be like."

He shifted uncomfortably at the topic, "I enjoy going out to eat when I can as well, as long as the place is reputable."

"So you're a food snob?" she said with a laugh. 

He pouted, "Is it so wrong to appreciate quality?" She chuckled at his reaction as she laid out each individual slice of bread on the griddle.

"You're right, I can't say I enjoy wasting calories on bad food," she said. He maintained his sour expression until she reached up and tapped his pursed lips. He startled and blinked his gaze back to her, "I've never seen you make that face before."

His regular smile returned again, wider than ever, "You always pull the most unique expressions out of me," she shook her head at his flirting, putting her full attention on the french toast. What was it that caused his fingers to tremble in the ache to touch her? He dreamed of peeling off her robe, his course knuckles mapping her curves, relishing in every small shiver of her body. Tsk... he was starting sound like Mason.

In the midst of his thoughts, he found himself surprisingly swaying. He caught himself quickly enough, blinking rapidly in response. He shook the cobwebs out of his head. He frowned knowing the sure signs of rare exhaustion. He tried to recall the last time he even lied down for a nap and came up empty. He could usually last longer than this, but he supposed they'd all been under quite a bit of stress. 

He would let Adam know he needed a break when he returned. When he focused his attention on her again, she was plating the french toast.

"Whipped cream? Syrup? Butter?" she raised a brow in question. 

"All of the above," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets to ground himself.

"Ugh, I bet you have abs like a washboard too," she said disgusted. He laughed.

"How do you know? You haven't been peeking, have you?" he said mock disturbed. 

"I have been unsuccessful so far," she said. He stood up from his lounging position and making his move, capturing her with his gaze. The back of his fingers grazed against the line of her jaw causing her to reflexively tip her chin up to him. A thrill coursed through his veins knowing that she responded to him naturally without any complicated pheromones clouding her judgement.

"You don't need to resort to such desperate measures, Emma," he said. Her heart skipped when he said her name. Not to be outdone, her free hand enveloped his caressing one and tangling her fingers through his. He smiled moving even closer, wondering if he was turning from predator to prey as she drew him within striking distance. 

His thigh bumped against the burner, causing it to click and light again. They both turned their attention away from each other, ending the heated moment as she extinguished the flame once again. She picked up their plates, bringing them over to the couch, gesturing for him to follow. 

Sometimes he felt like there was otherworldly activity keeping them apart. He stifled his sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he trailed behind her. After he sat down next to her, she handed him a plate and utensils. He held them for a moment not satisfied eating with the plate in his lap. He ended up pulling the coffee table closer and cutting his food from there. 

"So, were you a prince in your past life?" she asked. He noticed she'd haphazardly cut her french toast into chunks. He lulled his head in her direction, giving her a weary look, "What?"

"You remind me too much of Felix, sometimes," he sighed.

"That's better than Mason or God forbid, Adam," she said in mock horror eliciting another laugh from him.

"He grows on you," Nate said.

"Like a tumor?" she asked. He blinked, eyes curious, "Did you know that's what he said about Wayhaven?" He closed his eyes, silently cursing his best friend's poor attitude, "Well, it must have, as terrible as it sounds. He's a bit less knotted up now."

"You've noticed?" he asked and she took a large bite with a nod.

"Mm-hmm," she said, "He's even cracked a smile at a few of my jokes."

"He's warmed up to you at least. It may take a little more time for the rest of the town," he finally took his first bite. He let out a muffled groan, savoring the flavor as the bread melted on his tongue.

"Oh come on, it's not that good," her voice cracked although he found her smiling while she watched him. 

"It is! I had no idea you were such a talented chef. Why are we even bothering to visit Haley's?" he said. She shoved him lightly, telling him to stop, "Strangely, I usually have to work a bit harder to enjoy food this rich, too."

"Because of your sensitive taste, right? I went a bit lighter on the spices in the mix," she said. He was taken back by the consideration. He let another forkful linger in his mouth for a moment, so he could properly collect his thoughts. When he remained speechless for too long she started to worry, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, of course not, I'm just-- I'm not used to such thoughtful gestures," he said honestly, making direct eye contact. She smiled initially thinking he was joking but her brows raised, smile fading after studying his reaction.

"Serious?" she asked to confirm nonetheless. He ate another bite, not able to deprive himself too long.

"This may surprise you, Detective, but most humans do not react as well as you did to our secret," he said. He averts his gaze, trying not to give away how much that fact hurts him, "It's hard to empathize with your perceived predators," he continues to eat to distract himself, enjoying it until the last piece.

"I guess that was what Felix was hinting at," she said. He glanced back at her in question, "Honestly, I thought the revelation that demons were walking around was much more terrifying. I mean, maybe last century it would be different but have you seen the vampire literature recently? The most terrible you lot are portrayed as anymore is a tad too sexually aggressive," he almost choked as he started to laugh, "Besides, I'm not afraid of things that will eat me. I think lions and tigers are adorable."

"To be fair, it wouldn't be wise to step into a cage unguarded with one either," he warned, his protective side winning out even at his own detriment. His thoughts drifted somewhere distant for a moment, imagining Emma on the other side of a barrier to keep herself safe from the monster. Never truly trusting him, never letting her guard down. His heart clenched slightly until her hand landed on his thigh.

"Well, not until I tamed him first," she said, rubbing his leg in a comforting gesture mixed with a suggestive smirk. He returned a sad smile and slid his hand over top of hers.

"There will always be a risk, though," he leaned closer. When her gaze lifted to connect with his, there was determination there, causing his heart to skip, matching hers. 

"A risk worth taking," she whispered. Their lips pulled within a hair's width apart. Her fingertips climbed up his thigh and her pupils dulled slightly. The jolt from his nerve endings almost tore a moan out of his throat.

RRRRing!

He twitched in annoyance, gritting his teeth at the grating sound of his cell phone. He retrieved the phone from his pocket and almost crushed it in his grip. He still put on his best smile for the Detective.

"It's Adam," he lightened up when he saw the name.

"It's alright, I need to get dressed anyway," she patted his knee before getting up and heading into her bedroom. His eyes followed her and his lips quirked at the brief stutter in her step. He barely registered Adam calling for him on the other end of the line. 

"Nate, are you there?" Nate juggled the phone before putting it to his ear.

"Yeah, Adam, sorry about that," he quickly apologized, "Is everything alright?"

"It's fine, but this might take a bit longer than we thought. We're having trouble locating the suspect," he sighed. 

"I thought he was already in custody?" he said. He grabbed the used plates to wash them in the sink.

"Yes, he was," his voice inflects as if he's sending a very scathing look towards someone nearby, "We're going to search the area, see if we can pick up a scent of where he went. We'll probably be here awhile. How are things there?"

"Great, no signs of trouble here, why?" he asked, scrubbing the plates rougher than necessary, unconsciously trying to peel the paint off with the sponge.

"Well, you sound..."

"What?"

"Cranky," he said and Nate stopped cleaning for a moment, surprised. 

"I'm fine, what would I have to be irritated about?" he asked. 

"I bet you interrupted a moment with the Detective," he heard Felix clearly and Nate was suddenly glad that they couldn't see him right now. He dropped the plate in the sink before he could crack it beneath his grip.

"Felix..." Adam said exasperated.

"I don't hear him denying it," he could hear his grin from over the phone. Nate rolled his eyes.

"I guess the stress is catching up with me a little," Nate pivoted to another excuse, "It's been awhile since I got any rest."

"I'll send Felix back--"

"No, there's no need for that. You need everyone you can get down there," he said. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck with Felix and his jokes for the day every time he merely glanced in Emma's direction. 

"Are you sure? If anything happens and you aren't in shape to defend--"

"Nothing is going to happen in the middle of the day, Adam. Even if it does, I'm sure the Detective is capable of protecting the both of us," Nate said.

"You can't seriously expect--"

"Goodbye, Adam," he said decidedly ending the call. He leaned over the kitchen counter briefly letting out a long shaky breath. Adam could be overbearing to even Nate sometimes. He frowned thinking of the real reason he was irked. There were many complicated emotions rolling through him at the moment. 

Especially after what the Detective had just said to him.

"Everything alright?" he turned around, finding core of his thoughts behind him. He ran a hand through his loosely styled hair as Emma fixed him with a curious stare.

"Yeah, apparently they are having trouble locating the man they were supposed to interrogate," he said.

"An interogee is sorta necessary for the process," she said with a smile and he returned it, shoulders loosening. 

"They won't be back until late, so I hope you were serious when you said you enjoyed my company," he shrugged. 

"You mean I get bonus time? What did I do to deserve such a prize?" she asked with feigning surprise, pressing a flourished hand against her chest. Nate was always happy to see how eager Emma was to return his flirting, "I was thinking of watching a movie. You want to help me pick?"

"Sure," he said. It was probably best that they didn't go out and mingle about town without backup. He hid a small yawn behind his fist as he sat down once again on the couch. She took up a remote and he stared at her in confusion.

"Don't you have a collection somewhere to choose from?" he said.

"Oh, no, I have streaming services so we just pick one from the list and it'll come directly to--" she interrupted herself when she saw Nate's blank stare, "Do you not know what internet streaming is?"

"No--I know--I just find it impersonal and unnecessary," he said crossing his arms with a small pout. Her grin only widened, "What's with that look?"

"You're like my grandfather," she teased him, and he practically repelled, "'What do we need all these new fangled contraptions for? Back in my day we wrote everything by hand. Walked twenty miles in the snow back and forth from school, uphill both ways.'"

"That's not even possible," he said with a roll of his eyes. He noticed she continued to stare at him with an amused grin and he cocked his head. "It's kind of nice knowing that you aren't the master of everything. Makes you seem--"

"More Human?" he finished for her, a disappointed inflection in his tone.

"I was going to say less like a romantic god," she corrected him. His gaze snapped to her in shock as she caught him off guard, "You cook, you clean, you know all the right things to say, and you could make a person swoon with a mere glance. You're a bit much, Adonis."

He chuckled, caught off guard. He rubbed the back of his neck, sinking under the shower of praises, "I'm sure you'll find I have plenty of weaknesses. I'm certainly not perfect."

"Says the guy that can speak almost every known language and could probably recite the periodic table of elements backwards," she said sipping on her tea. 

"I've had my share of free time," he mumbled, now thoroughly embarrassed.  

"The funny thing is I'm usually turned off by genius types. I'm a B average at best, so it's almost intimidating to spend time with a person that above my head," she said and he tried to ignore the niggling anxiety building inside of him as he waited for her to mention an exception after she finished sipping her tea, "And yet I find you charming."

It was exactly what he wished she'd say so he was speechless for a moment when he heard it. Finally he came up with a standard response, "I'm honored to be considered a special case," he tried not to sound overly relieved, "Still not thrilled about this method of entertainment," he gestures towards the TV screen.

"Come on, old man. Just help me pick," she said, poking him playfully. As they scanned to movie titles and descriptions, he found himself losing focus a number of times. He braced his chin on his palm, resting his elbow on his thigh.

"We could watch Twilight and you could tell me all the things they got wrong," she asked with a chuckle. His lips tugged up for a moment in response and then he inwardly groaned.

"Sounds exhausting," he said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't even subject Adam to that torture," she said. He noted the way it bugged him slightly whenever she spoke fondly or playfully of Adam. It was an unpleasant and unfamiliar feeling. He pushed down the disgraceful emotion and returned his gaze to the screen, "I think I'm gonna go with La La Land. I heard that was good. Will that work for you?" 

"Mm-hmm," he answered, his eyelids drooping a tad.

"Nate, are you alright?" she asked, her hand resting on his back, causing him to sit up in alarm. 

"Sorry, I'm fine. La La Land is a good choice," he said, answering her worried frown with his usual smile. 

"I know this is a strange thing to say to a vampire, but... you look exhausted," she said. He sighed, drawing a hand across his face.

"I'm a little tired, but it's nothing serious. The long week must be catching up to me," he assured her. 

"You could rest in my bedroom if you want. I'm sure I can guard the apartment for a few hours," she offered. He put his hand over the one now resting on his shoulder, mimicking her earlier move.

"Thank you, truly, but I could go another week without sleep. Let's just enjoy the movie," he said. She gave in seeing how emphatic he was. To be honest, his reasons for staying awake were two fold. He was dedicated to do his job and that meant protecting Emma at all times. Secondly, he'd finally gotten a chance to spend some alone time with her and he didn't want to waste it. When she turned back to the TV, her hand twisted around and cupped his. She let their clasped hands rest between them and he noted the increase in her pulse and the spreading warmth of her palm. He tightened his grip, assuring her that he enjoyed it as much as she did. -------------------- This movie was not as good as she'd hoped. She didn't know why she kept trying Oscar movies. She should stick with action schlock. However, she had a feeling action wasn't Nate's favorite genre and she wanted to find something he'd enjoy too. Speaking of Nate, he'd made a few observations at the beginning of the movie, talking about the last time he'd been to Los Angeles, but he'd been quiet for awhile now. 

She found out why when she felt a sudden pressure against her side, his head perching on her shoulder. She didn't move for a moment, not sure what to do. She'd never seen any of them even close their eyes for too long. She turned her head enough to see his awkward position had to be uncomfortable, as much as she enjoyed it. 

Carefully, she guided his body down so his head was pillowed on her lap. He was so peaceful. Her mind flashed back to the moment she'd found out he and the rest of the team were vampires. She managed to bottle it at the time, but between her fear of an unknown world and anger at being lied to, she wondered how everything would effect her relationship with Unit Bravo. Nate in particular. 

She knew he'd wanted to tell her the truth for awhile, only to be interrupted every time by Adam. So when he froze, not chancing a blink while waiting anxiously for her response after she'd discovered their secret, she couldn't bear to hurt him. And she was glad she didn't say anything rash because once everything was out in the open and she'd had time to calm down, the whole thing was much easier to accept.

Well, she wasn't going to wake him now that he was out. She'd noticed Nate had been the most dedicated to researching and catching Murphy of all of them. He'd poured over documents and books and went through old Agency files searching for a lead. She guessed even supernaturals wore out after enough stress. She took the blanket that was laying over the back of the couch and tossed it over him. 

He released a soft moan and she acted quickly, stroking gentle fingers through his hair, brushing any stray bangs from his forehead. He relaxed again with a sigh of contentment. However, she continued combing his soft locks. They felt like silk sliding through the gaps in her fingers. It was just as soothing for her as it seemed to be for him.

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Nate wanted to get up but it was like he was paralyzed. He felt so at ease with Emma by his side. Her intoxicating scent, her open body language, the gentle way she touched and held his hand, it was too hard to resist. He'd passed out on her shoulder. His mind cried for him to awaken again but it was as if ten tons of weight were pressing down on top of him. 

Instead, her careful hands were guiding him down, safely cradling his head to come to rest in her lap. It felt heavenly, relaxing against her warmth. But now it became an almost impossible nest to escape from. He felt something spread across him, sending him even deeper. He tried to speak and tell her not to worry about him, but instead all that came out was the weakest of protests.

With delicate fingers, she sent him under for good, brushing his hair from his face and caressing him until he let out a content sigh and lost consciousness.

---------------- It was just past sunset when the rest of the team returned. Emma had moved on to watching sports after the movie ended. Nate never woke up the rest of the afternoon. She was actually contemplating nudging him right before the guys had walked in.

"Nate?!" Adam called and Emma sighed in annoyance as Nate bolted awake. 

"You could at least be a little gentle about it," she scolded Adam.

"W-What--Emma--Adam--" he came back to his senses, brushing his hair back, and looking between the two of them in utter confusion.

Felix's laughter cut through the tension and Nate visibly winced, "Oh my God, you actually fell asleep and on her lap no less?"

She couldn't help but take a little pleasure in Adam's horrified expression. Mason stood in the background, leaning casually against the wall, smirking at them with approval. 

"So how'd the interrogation go?" she asked if only to bail out Nate, who seemed to be computing things at about half his normal speed. Adam jumped at the chance to change topics.

"It was a waste of time. He managed to escape us before we even had a chance to talk to him," Adam said.

"But how about you two, you seem to have made some significant progress?" Felix smirked, mercilessly shifting back to the previous topic. 

"I apologize, Detective. That was very irresponsible of me," Nate seemed a bit more with it this time around. She shrugged at his apology.

"You couldn't have been out for more than a few minutes. Pretty impressive how dedicated you were to your job even when you were obviously running on fumes," she said. He kept his gaze on her, smiling bashfully as he knew she was trying to cover for him, "I know you guys don't need that much sleep, but I think there's a limit."

"Well, if you're offering your bed--" Mason finally added to the conversation only for Nate to immediately shut him down with a glare.

"Seriously, Mason?" Nate said.

"Aw come on, Nate. I want some snuggle time with the detective," Felix quipped and Adam finally put a stop to it. 

"Alright, alright, this whole conversation needs to end, now," he said as if the topic was physically hurting him. She held up her hands, leaving them to their own devices as she got up from the couch. 

"Why don't you all have yourselves a break? I'll be in my room if you need me," she said.

"We don't need to rest. Not to mention it would be reckless to let our guard down for even a moment--"

"Adam, I promise to keep away from all sharp objects and electric sockets. I'm just going to be reading," she mock gasped in horror, "Oh no, that's a terrible idea, I could suffer death by papercut."

Adam ignored the numerous snickers behind him, narrowing his gaze at her with a growing frown, "This isn't a joke, Detective."

"Certainly not, and neither is your health. So please do whatever it is hardasses like you do to relax. Lift weights, wrestle bears, whatever," she said and before he could talk back she jabbed a finger into the center of his chest, "Don't make me pepper spray you again, mister."

"Oh please do, the audience demands an encore," Felix laughed, unable to hold his tongue any longer. Adam growled at the reminder, letting go a huff of frustration.

"You are the most impossible woman," he said thoroughly flustered. She smiled at the reaction, briefly glancing at Nate before she went into her room. She expected to see him enjoying the lighthearted exchange but instead she saw him staring at Adam with a complicated expression, trying to work out a problem he couldn't quite solve. It was as if something was gnawing on him, a mixture of shame and worry. The next time she blinked, however, his furrowed brow had relaxed and he was returning her gaze with his trademark soft smile. 

She resisted blowing him a kiss, shaking off her suspicions and making her full retreat.