#in all honesty idk if i like how i'm doing this au and i might consider a full overhaul and redo of the whole thing

[notiddygothgf]

❛ Talk to me, baby. I'm goin' blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa-oh. Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy. I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean. ❜

★ pairings: choso kamo x f!reader

★ synopsis: you and choso find a way to beat the heat.

★ c.w.: sexual tension, PWP, porn without plot, happy ending! au?, idk everyone's happy lol, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, cowgirl in the backseat, creampie, blowjobs, choso has mommy issues lowkey, and the reader caters to them lowkey. dom/sub undertones, choso doesnt know how to deal with his horniness lol, old fashioned, nasty ass sex, just read it you'll love it.

★ a/n: hi baby girls!! I have been holding onto this one for a MINUTE bc I wanted to make sure it's perfect. im doin a lil bit of a kinktober, so send those requests in! I hope u all love it as much as I do. bitchz w mommy issues wya???🗣️🗣️

★ w.c.; 8.6k

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CHOSO LOVED THE BEACH. Not for the reason one might normally proclaim such affection for an otherwise family-friendly pastime, but it was a valid reason nevertheless. He used to hate it, actually, especially when Getou and Mahito would drag him out there on the hottest day of the summer for their stupid villain conventions. He was quite comfortable at home in all of his layers. But there was something about the beach these days, something that had him reconsidering his bias. 

Call him classless, call him perverted. Whatever it was, there was this strange pull towards the beach that had him in a chokehold. He just couldn’t quite place it.

“You’re staring,” Megumi remarked.

Choso’s brow quirked. Letting his head loll to the side, teetering just off the edge of his beach chair, he offered the following words to his brother’s friend. “No, I wasn’t.”

He totally was. The way his sun glasses slid down the bridge of his nose as you walked past the two was a dead giveaway. But, shit, you looked too good to be true. You were this pretty little thing, strutting around in a pretty pink bikini, soaking in the rays of sunlight, and you were bringing a drink to your friend, Maki. Looked like a lemonade. Also looked like booze. It could have been anything, in all honesty, he wasn’t looking there. 

If there was a god out there, he hoped they would forgive him for his ravenous gaze. He had always had a little thing for you, if you will, but the moment you had walked onto the beach today he found himself completely enamored by you.

As you bent down to set the drink in the sand, the bottom of your small pink bikini slipped inward, revealing the smooth, sand-dusted skin of your plump little butt. Then you plopped down on the beach towel next to your friend and popped open the bottle of sunscreen.

Choso watched – rather shamelessly – as you sprayed some of it onto you arm, rubbing it in. You held the canister towards your chest at arms length and released some more of the sheer spray onto the skin there. It trickled down, catching the light of the sun, dripping down between your breasts–

A pair of hairy, pale legs obstructed the view. 

“Found a sand dollar,” Spoke none other than the world’s quirkiest little brother, Yuuji Itadori. In a rather fitting slow-pan up to his face, Choso took note of the dorky goggles that he had popped over his eyes. He was shirtless. You would think that the man would have learned that you don’t need to go deep sea diving at the beach by now. “You guys coming?”

Megumi took the words right out of Choso’s mouth. Or, actually, ‘word’ might be more fitting. 

“No.”

“I’ll pass,” Choso sighed, repositioning his sunglasses over his eyes. Silently, of course, he cursed his brother for putting on such a show in front of – what was he talking about? Choso Kamo… letting his desires cloud his love for his brother? He usually wasn’t this bad. “I thought I threw those out on you?”

“I bought new ones,” Yuuji muttered. He practically tore the goggles from his face, sending locks of pink hair standing up in the air. Tossing them to the side, he plopped between Megumi and Choso on the picnic blanket.

“Of course you did,” Megumi, who had, for a brief – but beautiful – moment been alluded into believing his friend had decided to keep his remarkable lack of social awareness to himself, reached into the cooler they had filled earlier that day and produced a much needed refreshment. 

“Hi!”

Choso, Yuuji and Megumi all turned their heads toward the sound.

It was you. His ‘crush’, as Yuuji had embarrassingly called it. And, shit, you looked even prettier up close. Your hair looked so soft. So did your–

He shook the thoughts away. 

“Sorry to bother ‘ya,” You lowered your head apologetically. You extended your arm out towards the three men. Clutched in your small hand was the bottle of sunscreen you had been using before Yuuji had caught Choso’s attention. “My friend is out cold. Could you just get my back for me?”

Choso felt his face grow red at the mere prospect of being so close to you. He had never had the courage to actually reach out and touch you. He felt as if, for some odd reason he didn’t quite understand, his touch would have killed you. You had always been so sweet to him, offering him small talk, refreshments, and friendly jokes when it was just the two of you away from the group.

“Not a problem, Sensei,” Yuuji replied rather quickly. 

He reached for the bottle. Before he could grab it, Megumi jabbed his elbow harshly into the back of Yuuji’s neck.

“Bitch, ow,” He hissed.

The glare Megumi shot him could have been heard from ten miles away. Choso sighed, refraining from shaking his head.

“I think he’s sick. I’ll bring him to the infirmary,” Megumi added quietly, standing up rather abruptly and taking Yuuji with him. 

Yuuji babbled mindlessly the whole way back.

Highschoolers.

Choso looked back to you. Just you. Alone. He felt his hands get all clammy again. He blamed it on the sun. You were holding the bottle expectantly. 

“Uh… I can… I can help, if you’re okay with that,” He looked away, internally kicking himself for fumbling so hard. 

You only tilted your head at him. Your eyes were so pretty, wide open as they lingered over his body, his eyes, his nose. Your gaze was a wildfire spreading over the expanse of his face.

It was then that he realized he was very, very shirtless.

“‘Kay, thanks,” you smiled softly.

As you laid down on the beach blanket, Choso felt his heart race even faster. He could hardly believe this was all happening – hell, part of him wondered if he had overstepped by offering his services to you. The sun beat down on your skin, his head, the sand – he blamed the warmth flooding his face on the weather. 

You were laid on your stomach only a few inches away, completely oblivious to his moral dilemma. 

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself while he reached for the bottle of sunscreen you had set onto the blanket beside you. With hands that trembled ever-so-slightly, he uncapped the bottle and squeezed a small amount onto his palm. The sunscreen was cool to the touch – so, not wanting to cause you even the slightest bit of discomfort, he warmed it up between his hands.

He then hesitantly placed his hands on the smooth valley of your upper back. 

You gasped, twitching beneath his palms. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly, withdrawing his hands.

“No, sorry,” You sighed, shifting on the blanket and then relaxing once more. “Your hands are cold ‘s all.”

Choso felt the blush coming on all over again. He hoped you wouldn’t turn your head back around and see him like this. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, averting his gaze. 

“You’re all good, hot stuff,” You offered. “You can keep going.”

His face burned like hell at your compliment. He knew you were that way with everyone, dropping little ‘babe’s and ‘honey’s to your friends and fellow sorcerers. He wasn’t anything special, anyway. Surely, you weren’t talking to him.

He replaced his hands on your back, touch delicate like your skin would crack if he pressed too hard. He started with broad strokes, making sure to spread the sunscreen across your skin evenly. His fingers splayed out over your warm, soft skin, moving in circles. He massaged the sunscreen into your back with a tenderness that surprised even himself.

He wasn’t sure what this stuff actually did. He had seen some of Yuuji’s Jujutsu friends slather some on earlier. Judging by the name, he assumed it protected them from the sun. From what, though? Could the sun hurt some humans? He didn’t really understand.

“You’re wondering something,” You asked, seemingly sensing his pensiveness by the way his hands slowed. “Ask away.”

Choso bit the skin on the inside of his lip, “This lotion…” he asked, “What does it do?”

“Sunscreen?” You hummed. “It forms a layer over your skin so you don’t get sunburnt.”

“Sunburnt…” He reiterated. 

“Yeah, that shit hurts,” You added. “I’m guessing Itadori never gave you the run-up on beach necessities…?”

“I guess not,” He remarked quietly.

“I can show you how to apply yours if you want,” You said.

Choso’s heart felt like it would burst. “Okay,” he said, pausing slightly. “I’d like that, thanks.”

Then he was back to his job. His hands smoothed over your back, dipping down a little lower until his thumb brushed against the strap of your bikini. He felt suddenly aware of how soft and warm you felt beneath his touch. 

He was dangerously close to the knot in the string that held your whole getup together. He worried for a moment that the dainty bow would come undone – by some strange, supernatural turn of events – despite him making a great effort to move around it. 

Choso’s breath hitched when his finger caught on the string, making the knot snap against your skin. He froze up, heart pounding in his chest, perfectly still over your body. The string felt like a fragile barrier between your warm skin and his cold touch, between your body and the thoughts that raced through his mind.

He wondered if you found him weird and off-putting. His gaze flickered up to your face, leaning over slightly, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. 

But when he looked into your eyes, he found you were looking at him with the same curiosity. You smiled at him, pretty lips forming a reassuring expression, wordlessly encouraging him to keep going. 

Slowly, unsurely, Choso continued his ministrations. He trailed two digits down your spine, stopping at the string. He felt a knot beneath the skin there. He knew sorcerers put themselves through rigorous training. He didn’t doubt that you were feeling sore from the mission you had just come back from a few days ago.

“You’re tense here,” He said quietly.

You turned your head to look at him, “Yeah?” 

“Right here,” He pinpointed the exact area with his knuckles, pressing deep into the tissue. 

In response, you moaned quietly, back shifting beneath his touch. His shorts seemed to get just a little bit tighter. 

Calm down.

“You got magic hands, Choso,” You quipped, though your voice was strained as he passed over the knot a second time. “You could be a masseuse.”

He felt his nerves subside only slightly, though he felt flustered by your words.

You got magic hands.

You could be a masseuse.

Unbeknownst to him, the sensation of his touch created a pleasant tingling beneath your skin. You closed your eyes, letting him take the reins.

Choso continued to work his fingers over your back, feeling the tension slowly melt away beneath his touch. He had used up the last of the sunscreen to cover your lower back, the skin just above your bottom, and he realized his job was done.

“I think that should do it,” He said softly, voice tinged with reluctance as he removed his hands from your back.

You sat up, stretching, turning towards him, eyes sparkling, “Thanks, Cho, you’re a lifesaver.”

You’re a lifesaver.

A shy smile tugged at his lips, “Of course.”

Then, to his surprise, you asked. “You’re sweet. Mind if I sit with you?”

Choso felt his heart skip more than one beat. His eyes widened. He looked at the sand, the shoreline, anything but you. “Sure,” he said.

Smooth, dumbass.

You grinned and pushed yourself up, saying, “I’ll be right back.”

Choso took a moment to collect his thoughts as you left. He was getting ahead of himself. Way ahead of himself. Stll, you had chosen to spend more time with him. You wanted to sit with him. 

Conveniently, only a brief moment after you had stepped away, Megumi returned with Yuuji in tow. Choso quirked a brow at the speed of their return.

“That was quick,” he remarked.

Megumi shrugged, “Took him to get ice cream on the boardwalk instead.”

“You get her number?” Yuuji asked.

“I was doing her a favor,” Choso’s calm facade broke. With wide eyes, he hissed, “Pervert.”

“Dumbass,” Yuuji sucked his teeth.. “Look, tonight’s the night to make a move. When else would you find yourself alone with her like this?”

And before Choso could respond, you came back, holding a speaker in one hand. “I brought snacks!” You smiled.

Some time around sundown, sometime after Getou had summoned up one of his low-grade curses to start a fire, the beach day transformed itself into a fireside chat. It was a picturesque scene. The sky was a canvas of blue, with hues of pink and orange painted over the horizon. It was mostly empty there, now. The waves lapped calmly at the shore, a quiet noise that seemed to accompany the quiet chatter of friends gathered around a fire.

There was laughter, groups of people indulged in conversations. Everyone seemed so calm, so happy, it almost seemed to good to be true.

Megumi and Itadori were caught in a cock-off with Maki. Nobara stargazing on her and Maki’s beach blanket. Gojo and Getou were talking in his direction, but not necessarily at him.

“I just think you have an unfair drinking advantage because you’re a man,” You were saying just off to Choso’s side.

The mood was light. Everyone seemed to be content. 

Choso, however, couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. The warm, fading sunlight seemed to caress your features from the side, highlighting your pretty smile and making your eyes shimmer. He found himself completely and utterly enamored by you.

You and Getou had cracked open a bottle of Tequila about an hour ago. Getou’s boyfriend long-term-long-distance-low-commitment-casual-boyfriend, Satoru Gojo was red in the face, slouched against the bare chest revealed by Getou’s unbuttoned floral shirt. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Gojo chuckled, letting Getou top off his fourth shot of the night.

Getou denied any relationship with Gojo. Their eyes betrayed them, though. The connection was evident in the loving glances they exchanged. 

You had a faint flush of your own, though you had only taken two shots so far.

He tried two of his own, only because you didn’t want to do them alone. He had never been big on drinking. He just didn’t want to seem like a pussy.

“Why don’t you pour me one so we can test that theory?” Nobara nudged you in the side.

Choso watched the scene unfold with mild interest.

“Because you’re a minor,” You said.

Nobara pouted, leaning back onto her blanket. “Not like I’ve never drank before.”

Maki chimed in over her shoulder, “Got vomit stains on my carpet to prove it.”

“Shut up,” She bit back. 

You handled the situation effortlessly. “I don’t condone teen drinking,” You began, your voice softening as you continued, “But. I know the four you will probably go hit up one of those beachside bars tonight with your fake IDs anyway.”

“Fake IDs?” Gojo looked at Megumi out of the corner of his eye. Megumi did not look back.

You clapped. Choso’s ears perked up at the sound.

“That being said!” You raised your voice a bit. “I would rather you drink something less potent. Under adult supervision.”

You turned to Getou and Gojo, who exchanged knowing glances before nodding their approval. Choso couldn’t help but be impressed.

“So who wants a Malibu rum spritzer?” You clasped your hands together.

Excitement rippled through the group, and all of the kids, yes all of the kids, Including Yuuji, eagerly raised their hands. 

Choso shot his brother a disapproving glare, one that dissipated the moment you leaned in, laying your head on his shoulder. Your voice, soft and smooth like your skin, enticed him as you sing-songed, “Let the kid live a little.”

It was rather remarkable, actually, how quickly his defenses melted at your gentle persuasion. He sighed in resignation. “Alright.”

You grinned up at him, effortlessly stealing his breath away. 

“Great,” you said, getting up from your spot without another word. “I’ll go get them from my car. Don’t wait up for me, I walk real slow.”

Turning your attention back to Choso, you looked at him with a warmth behind your gaze he couldn’t quite place. “Choso, sweetie, could you help me carry the cooler?”

His heart soared at your request – at the prospect of you wanting his assistance. He got to his feet quickly, eager to help. 

The sand felt cool beneath his feet as he followed your lead. 

The moon hung low in the sky as you and Choso strolled through the parking lot, searching for your jeep. The temperature had dropped quite a few notches from earlier, cold breeze rustling through Choso’s hair. 

When you spotted your ride, you said, “There it is!”

Choso followed wordlessly behind you. He was still quite nervous that – for the second time today – it was just you and him… alone. Yuuji’s words echoed through his mind.

“When else would you find yourself alone with her like this?”

You popped the door to the backseat open, sitting on the floor – your truck was raised a bit off the ground, so it didn’t put you too far below him. 

“My legs are so fucking sore,” You sighed. You dusted your leg off with the backside of your bare foot. When you peered up at him through those long, dense lashes of yours, he felt himself fall for you a second time. 

You asked him, “Mind if we take a little break?”

Choso nodded along like the dumb little dog he was for you.

You pushed yourself up and away from the truck, gesturing for him to get inside. It didn’t take much at all for him to step into it and take a seat. You settled in right next to him – perhaps a little closer to Choso than was strictly necessary. He couldn’nt help the pleasant shiver that went down his spine at the feeling of you sitting next to him; so warm, so soft, so perfect.

You let out a contented sigh and leaned your head on his shoulder once more. “I got tired of bein’ social,” You confessed.

He tried hard not to quirk a brow at the admission. Am I an exception?

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” He asked sincerely. He tried even harder to ignore the warm weight of your small head on his shoulder.

So close.

“No,” You hummed quietly. The interior light faded away, gently submerging the two of you in darkness. He could still see your face, your eyes – the way they seemed to sparkle as they looked up at him. “You’re different.”

Choso’s heart took the liberty of skipping one, two, three beats. 

You continued without allowing him time to come up with an adequate response. “Can I be honest with you, Choso?”

His cheeks flushed. Still, curiosity piqued, he muttered, “Of course.”

Your voice was soft and vulnerable when you replied, “I think you’re really hot.”

If his face wasn’t hot, it sure was now. He turned away even though he knew you couldn’t see him blushing. 

She thinks I’m hot?

Does that mean she likes me?

You had nothing but sincerity in your eyes while you gazed up at him. “You feel the same way, don’t you?”

He bit his tongue, answering honestly, “I do.”

He hated how calm and collected he sounded. On the outside, he was the image of composure. On the inside, he was dying a hundred times over. 

You grinned at his admission. “Can I ask you something else, then?”

His lips suddenly felt very dry. He tried his best to focus on the street outside, counting landmarks and objects like his life depended on it – two seagulls, five wooden posts, two dim street lights.

“Sure,” he said.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

And, dammit, when you asked him like that – he could practically feel the last of his resolve crumble beneath your gaze, beneath the weight of your head on his shoulder, beneath your gentle touch on his knee that he hadn’t noticed until now.

You were so close. So close that if he turned his head, angled it down just slightly, your noses would touch. He felt your breath, warm and steady against his neck – a calming symphony that contrasted the trembling mess he had become,

Yuuji’s words played on repeat again. Tonight’s the night to make a move.

He was such a fool for you. Still, he considered himself to be a man of restraint.

His voice was small and scarce, hardly above a whisper when he breathed out, “Yeah.”

Time seemed to slow down as your request hung out in the air. He could feel the anticipation building, buzzing. His heart pounded against his ribcage like a mallet to a gong. He had spent months wondering what would happen if you – by some odd, small chance – returned his affections, and now, with your vulnerability laid bare, he couldn’t resist any longer.

He considered himself to be a man of restraint, that was, until he peered into your wide, longingful eyes. 

With a barely noticeable nod, Choso turned his head just slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. Just as he had anticipated, your noses brushed together – he could feel the warmth of your breath on his lips. 

You were magnetic.

And in that final, heart-pounding moment, your lips met in the middle – in a gentle, tender union. Choso’s hand seemed to find its own way to your cheek, touch soft as he cupped your cheek. He felt for some odd reason that you might vanish altogether if he let you go.

He wasn’t entirely sure if it had been you or him who deepened the kiss. Either way, he felt himself melt into the seat. The world outside seemed to fade away, ceasing to exist in your presence. None of it mattered – not the empty, public street, not the group of friends waiting on the beach for his return.

Yuuji. 

Choso pulled away with a shuddering gasp, pressing his forehead against yours. He licked his lips, panting, “The drinks… We– we should probably– uh… get those.”

He feared that if his heart beat any faster he would explode.

You made no effort to put any distance between you and him. In fact, you put your hands on his shoulders, moving yourself so that you were situated comfortably in his lap. 

“There’s no rush,” You hummed. “Getou and Gojo are probably off sucking face somewhere, and those kids have been keeping themselves entertained just fine. Who would notice?”

His eyes were everywhere but your face. For a half-curse, he found himself to be no better than a man, hungry eyes wandering over your body – your eyes, your lips, the subtle curve of your waist, the fabric of your bikini that seemed like it was hugging you just right.

You seemed to have caught him in the act. 

“Do you wanna touch me, Choso?” You asked, and it sounded like an invitation.

Still, he worried he was reading too deeply into things. Doing his best to refrain from making you feel any sort of discomfort, he swallowed, “I…”

He was about to fucking explode – both metaphorically and physically, judging by the way his shorts began to tighten again at your words.

“You think I didn’t see you staring today?” You continued, letting your fingers slip into his hair. 

He wanted to freeze up, wanted to feel some form of remorse, but when you were massaging his scalp so gently, so lovingly…

“I’m  sorry,” he lied.

“Don’t be,” You giggled, and he felt his stomach do a fucking flip at the sound of it. You leaned in close to him, close to his ear, and whispered into it, “I was staring, too.”

He felt like such a virgin, thighs tensing up at your admission. He thought of you on the beach again – sneaking sideways glances at him, at his body, at him…

He felt his resolve break when you pressed a soft kiss to the shell of his ear. 

“Kiss– Kiss me again,” he breathed, feeling slightly lightheaded from all of the attention you were giving him. You placed another kiss to the corner of his jaw. “Please… kiss me again.”

You pulled away, pressing your nose right up against his again. Your breaths were shallow and ragged now – strange. “You want me, baby boy?”

Baby boy. Baby boy, fuck.

He licked his lips, “Please.”

And then your lips were on his without so much as another word. You ate him up like a starved woman, teeth nipping at his lower lip for entry.

The last of his restraint flew out the window.

The kiss was electrifying, sent sparks shooting through his veins, fingertips tingling as they found their way to your hips. It was a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. He could taste you – the sweetness of your lipgloss as it smeared messily over the lower half of his face, the beat of your heart thrumming beneath his touch, the scent of sunscreen that lingered on your skin.

He found himself getting lost in the moment.

He deepened the kiss further, gripping your hips, your lower back with a bit more confidence. For a moment, he could forget about his responsibilities, his past. It didn’t matter; not now, not when he could feel your body pressed up against him, hot and soft and compliant.

His face burned when he felt that familiar tingling feeling – he knew he was getting hard beneath you, he could feel the way your hips lifted when you adjusted yourself over the tent in his shorts. 

However, to his surprise, you didn’t pull away. Instead, you pressed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing yourself even closer. He felt dizzy, sliding his tongue across your wet lips, exploring your mouth. You tangled your fingers in his touseled black locks, rolling your hips against his slowly, hesitantly, like you were testing the waters. 

The jolt of electricity he felt from that small movement had him pulling away. Even in the midst of the fervor, Choso was acutely aware of his own impulses. He feared he was getting too far ahead of himself; if you kept rubbing yourself against him like that, he was gonna cream his fucking pants like a middle schooler.

“Wait, wait– ah–” He grunted, leaning back against the seat.

“Hmm?” You hummed – still, you only slowed down a little bit.

His mouth hung open. It felt so good, the friction, the feeling of your warmth rolling up and down the thin layer of fabric separating the two of you. Fuck — why did he tell you to stop, again?

He fought hard to regain his composure. “I– I’ve never done this before,” he stammered.

“Really?” You asked, teasingly, almost, like you knew the effect you had on him. You rutted up against him again, a little harder. “You’re a natural.”

He could feel you – the thin cloth covering your nether regions left little to the imagination. You felt so warm, so welcoming. He ached to pull the thin fabric to the side and sink into you.

Fuck. Stop. He turned his head away, at war with his impulses.

Again, for a half-curse, he felt like nothing more than a man. A weak man, and it was all your fault.

The whine that left his mouth felt anything but natural. “Won’t– What if someone sees us?”

You said nothing. When he looked back at you, you were undoing the knot behind your head – the one holding your bikini together.

His eyes went wide. If his attraction to you were any more obvious, his jaw would have been on the floor. 

“Let them watch,” You grinned. Then you let your top fall over, breasts spilling out like something out of a porno. 

He was in awe. You were perfect. There were little bits of sand stuck to the skin where your bikini lay only seconds prior, faint tanlines already forming over your skin. He felt his mouth water.

“You can touch them, if you want,” You answered his unasked question.

And he wasted no time, gently cupping one of your tits with his large, warm palm. He gave it an experimental squeeze. Then another. Then his thumb wandered down to your nipple, giving the bud a gentle flick.

You whind, hand sliding up the back of his head. 

She likes that, he noted.

So, deciding to take his experiment a step further – and for the sake of conserving time, he began peppering kisses to your hot skin, to the valley between your soft, plush mounds. He held both in his hands, rolling his thumb over the hardened buds to compensate for the lack of attention.

He wanted nothing more than to take his sweet, precious time with you – committing every curve and valley of your body to memory. But, alas, he knew you were on a time crunch. Any minute now, someone could find the two of you here, like this.

He kissed his way back over to his hands. Then, finally, he wrapped his lips around that place he knew made you feel good. 

Sure enough, you arched into him, pink, swollen lips parting to release a pant of his name, “Choso, baby.”

He flattened his tongue over the tip of your nipple, rolling over it in slow circles – then quicker ones, until he felt the spit gathering between his lips and your skin. You responded in kind by rutting against him a little faster. He had never felt a burn quite so delightful in his life.

He can’t quite help himself from letting out a little whine when you tug on his hair. The flavor of sunscreen and salt lingered on your skin. He felt hot– you were hot, oh so hot.

Before he could return the favor on the other nipple, you pushed him away. You looked disheveled, pupils blown wide, hair frizzed up.

“Y’feel so big,” You gasped, still humping his hard cock like a dog in heat. You stopped, but only to sink into the space between his legs and the back of the driver’s seat. Splaying your fingers over his thighs, his shorts, you panted, “Wanna taste. Can I?”

He could only blink up at you. This isn’t real.

“Of course, baby,” He replied, throwing the nickname from earlier back at you, already reaching for the strings of his swim trunks when you batted his hands away. Your enthusiasm made his head spin.

He let you take the reigns – watching with hungry, lustful eyes as you undid the bow yourself. You reached for the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down and letting his dick spring free. 

It nearly hit you in the face, how big the thing was. He had never actually thought about it that way, at least, not until now, when you were gazing up at it with wide eyes and wet, parted lips. 

Your eyes were on his tip, glistening with a bead of precum, then wandering down the shaft as the two of you watched it drip.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.

You didn’t bother pulling his pants the rest of the way down, or even acknowledging his comment. No, the moment the waistband was out of the way, you were swallowing him whole.

Choso exhaled sharply, nearly doubling over at the sensation of your warm mouth closing in around him. He felt the muscles in his abdomen tense with the strain of it – he thought he could cum like this, with your lips stretched around him, and he didn’t really think he would mind testing that theory.

His skin was hot. He burned for you.

You pulled up. Sucking him back into your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks. Then you throated him again, right up until your nose brushed his navel. He felt himself throb in your mouth.

“Fuck, ‘s good,” He heard himself whimper weakly, tangling a trembling hand in your hair while you picked up the pace.

And you went at it like you were made for it. Up and down, up and down, fitting him all the way in until the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat. Over and over again, until his vision blurred a bit at the edges, mind a little hazy with lust.

You were sucking and slurping on him so lewdly – fuck, he could die like this. 

You didn’t show any signs of stopping, either.

He moaned – much to his embarrassment – actually moaned. You were working him rather quickly up to what he knew would be an earth shattering (albeit poorly timed) orgasm. 

You made a noise in response, though it was broken up by the nasty, dirty sound you made every time you gagged on his dick. You peered up at him through half-lidded eyes, through long, wispy lashes, leaving a trail of saliva running down his thighs that he didn’t even mind.

Choso caressed the side of your face, biting his lip. “Mmh,” he panted, “You do it so well.”

In response, you put a hand over his. You directed his gentle touch to the top of your head, instructing him to push down. Hesitantly, gently, he began to guide your head, bobbing you back and forth on his length while you sat back and let him use you. 

He noticed that you were struggling to fit the whole thing in your mouth. He saw that there were tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but he knew you were determined. He used his thumb to wipe your tears away, tucking your hair behind your ears to keep it out of your face.

With a shudder and a whine, he pushed your head down a little further. You gagged on it again, swallowing him down, tightening your throat around him like you were made to suck dick.

If this was to be his last night alive, he would die a happy man.

His legs felt weak, as did his arms. You took over, gently assisting him in fucking your mouth. 

“Ah– nnh, you’re–” He licked his lips, guiding your head while allowing you to continue setting your own pace. You were making him feel so good, so hot.

You pulled back for a moment to slurp unceremoniously on his tip, letting spit drip down his shaft. You wrapped your hands around him, working what you couldn’t fit into your mouth while your tongue did tricks on his tip – circles, shapes, letters, he didn’t even know anymore.

He felt like he was going dumb.

Just as he leaned his head back into the seat, you pulled off, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Got carried away,” You giggled breathlessly. “Sorry.”

Then you were climbing right back into his lap, bracing your hands on his shoulders, kissing him with a ravenous hunger. 

“I’m not gonna blue ball you, don’t worry,” You licked your lips. Reaching down, you slipped the fabric of your bikini thong to the side. “I want you.”

“H–...” He trailed off, fighting to catch his breath – better yet, to regain his surroundings. “How do you want me?”

In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to feel you sink down onto him, to feel your warmth envelop him entirely. He wanted you to ride him past the point of hypersensitivity. He wanted you to use him until you were satisfied – like some sort of fuck toy.

He didn’t care anymore. He had left his inhibitions at the door. 

“Wanna fuck you right here, like this,” You muttered against his lips, licking a stripe from his chin all the way to his cupid’s bow. You guided the head of his dick between your folds, smearing your slick all over him in a way that made him arch up. “Wanna drain that pretty cock of yours, wanna cum all over it– can you do that for me?”

You were so nasty… so dirty that he found himself a red, blushing mess at your words. But, still…

For you?

Anything.

“Yes,” he groaned. He felt like he was going to melt if he waited another moment longer. “Fuck, please, use me until you’re satisfied.”

He hadn’t even thought about saying it. It had slipped out.

You paused, blinking down at him with wide, lustful eyes. Finally, you said, “you’re such a good puppy, you know that?”

He would be whatever the hell you wanted him to be.

“G’nna let me ride you, pretty boy?” You cooed, sliding your hands up his torso, up his bare chest, up his shoulders while you hovered over him. 

This was moving quickly. Not like he had any objections to that, of course. Clearly, you didn’t either. As you positioned the tip in line with your dripping cunt, sinking down onto him, he felt his eyes roll back into his head.

He gasped, letting his eyelids fall shut. He didn’t even care that he was losing his virginity in the backseat of his coworker’s truck like some cheap whore. He would let you take it, take more, take everything you wanted from him.

You lifted your hips and then sank down on him again, eliciting a strangled grunt of your name from him. The filthy squelching sound your cunt made as it squeezed him in threw him for a loop.

He leaned forward, shivering, burning his head in your neck. “S’too tight,” he panted, though he let you continue working on him with a remarkable amount of ease – sliding back and forth in a way that had the both of you panting for more. “Fucking– shit, ah–”

“Chosooo– ‘S so big,” You moaned his name like it was made of honey, fucking yourself down onto his dick, letting all of the sinful noises flow from your lips. “Fuck, feel it in my guts.”

He would have thought you were lying to him if it weren’t for your spectacle earlier.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he breathed. When he looked up at you again, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You were the image of pornographic beauty – sinful, beautiful, sultry. Your brows were scrunched together with concentration, legs trembling around him as you slowed down to savor the way he worked you open.

“Pretty baby,” He mused, running his hands over your stomach, your hips. “You keep goin’ like that ‘n– fuck– I won’t– Last long.”

“Mmh,” you giggled.

Then you picked up the speed a bit, like you hadn’t even heard what he had just said. You were rising and sinking on his dick with newfound purpose, chasing after the promise of paradise like a wild animal.

“Look at me,” he begged, eyes half-lidded and desperate, tongue running across his lower lip. “Fu-uck– please, ‘M...”

You obeyed, meeting his gaze with such a fiery passion that he almost wished he hadn’t asked you – feeling that coil in his gut grow a little tighter when your hazy eyes were on him. You bounced obediently on his cock, up and down, up and down until you were a grunting, groaning mess. 

“Mm… fuckkk,” You sighed, hips faltering a bit. “Feels good, Choso.”

Choso felt his hips twitch beneath you, hands tensing on your backside. Then, slowly, he began to meet your thrusts midway. His ass lifted off of the seat, legs spreading a bit further apart while he used his strength to continue fucking you senseless.

He was mesmerized by you, by the way you clenched and squeezed him, by the way your mouth lolled open to make way for broken cries of his name, by the way your tits bounced in his face whenever he thrusted up into you.

He worried for a moment that he was being too harsh with you. 

“Harder– please!” You gasped, clawing at his shoulders, at his chest.

Still, he obeyed. He fucked you dumb, hips snapping up against your ass with such strength that the whole car lurched forward. Your head came dangerously close to the ceiling.

But he didn’t have the guts to stop. Not when you were screaming for him, repeating his name like some sort of mantra. He was as weak for you as he had always been.

“Choso– Choso–”

The feeling of your warm, wet walls massaging the head of his cock had him whimpering into the crook of your neck. It was a hot, gummy abyss he wouldn’t mind getting sucked into for the remainder of his life. 

“You like that?” He asked you, spare hand sliding up from your hips, past your breasts, to your neck. 

He knew now that you liked it rough. He could provide that. 

So, with no further warning, he gripped your hip roughly, sliding into you at full force. You cried out his name again, fingernails digging into his skin. 

The car bounced every time he pounded up into you. Faster, faster. 

It felt like you were squeezing him for dear life. 

Choso cried out, a broken whine as he slowed his thrusts for a minute to a much slower pace. Feeling your perfect pussy clenching around him, he nearly doubled over from the sudden pleasure. “Please,” he gasped, laying his head back. “Fuck, that’s good.”

You bit your lip, sliding up until it was just the tip left inside of you, and then slamming back down onto him at full force. You repeated this action a few more times, lips parted to make way for the sinful… sultry moans that passed from between them. Clearly, you were relishing in the way he squirmed and gasped beneath you.

He couldn’t blame you. He knew that he, too was doing everything he could to commit this scene to memory, wild eyes raking over your body, over the junction where you met him. The way you were riding him… shit, he didn’t know he would be able to make the walk back. 

You looked so obscene like this, all fucked out, dumb on his dick.

Throwing your head back, you groaned.

He was gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. Fuck, he knew that– cursed strength and all. But he couldn’t bring himself to slow down.

“So f-fucking good,” he stammered. He sought out your lips again, snapping his hips up against your ass mercilessly. For someone who had been so concerned about being discovered a little while ago, his quiet grunts and gasps turned into moans and whimpers against your sore lips. Louder and louder.

Admittedly, though, he was more focused on the noises coming out of your own mouth. You were practically screaming for him.

He had no idea that sex could even feel so mind-numbingly good. For him, especially, but for you…?

You froze up rather suddenly, hips spasming wildly, toes curling up on either side of his thighs while you gasped brokenly. 

“FUCK!”

There it was.

He felt his face burn. You cried his name again, bouncing up and down on it, wildly chasing after that high. “Choso– m’close–”

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” He hummed, once again throwing your nickname back at you. He grinned, knowing full and well that he had cracked the code. So he kept that same speed, same pace, same everything while his fingers dropped from your neck to the mess you had made between the two of you.

He knew what to do now – surprisingly enough. He had done some… internet research after his brother had broken the meaning of his feelings down to him (along with what Choso was to do when his crush came to fruition). 

What? Curses didn’t make love. Sex was transactional.

He was curious about how sex was on the human side of things.

He ran his tongue over his thumb, reaching between the steamy, sweaty union of your bodies to find your clit. He pressed down, rolling over the nub in quick, expert circles. 

One look up at you, and he knew you were close to your breaking point. You looked like you were about to pass out, letting yourself be thrown around on his wild hips like a ragdoll. You were too weak to move, so you sat there and took his dick like a good girl, eyes glazed over with pleasure while he fucked you dumb.

You looked like you were in love.

Choso sped his ministrations over your clit up a little faster, feeling the knot in his own stomach begin to grow faster than he wanted. He was in another world, out of this plane, hypnotized. 

All he could see in that moment was your angelic face above him, face scrunched up in pleasure – and partially in pain, as he bullied his cock into your cervix – sweat rolling down your neck, your breasts, your voluptuous body.

“Mine–” You gasped out, clawing at his shoulder blades while your back arched. “Oh– fuck! Th’s dick ‘s mine, mmh?”

It was.

He nodded. But, clearly, that wasn’t good enough. Your hand shot out to grip him by the neck, painted fingernails digging into his throat. 

“‘S yours,” He gasped back into your mouth. “All yours, I swear– ah–”

You were so hot. It made him feel things– feel like he was dying over and over again in the best way possible.

That along with the way your hand gripped his throat – using your small thumb to cut off his blood supply for a few seconds too long before loosening your grip, letting him gasp for air as the blood came rushing back – he felt lightheaded.

The way your pussy was spasming around him certainly didn’t do anything to help. He knew you were close, shit, but could you hold on a minute?

You were gonna make him cum too fast.

“You’re mine, yeah?” You asked again, keeping your grip strong on his neck. “All mine?”

“M’yours,” The cursed womb grunted against your neck. His brows were furrowed in concentration. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, careful not to leave marks. “All yours.”

He meant it. Even though he would have said anything you asked him to at this point, he really meant it. He hoped you knew that.

Judging by the way you came a moment later with a stutter of your hips and a strangled cry of, “Cho–”, he assumed you understood. 

Your cunt was a warm, wet, death trap, walls milking his cock for all it was worth. 

Shit, he thought. You really weren’t lying about that.

His dark eyes were burning into yours, burning with a desire so intense he felt he might burst at the seams if he kept looking a moment longer. 

“Want you to cum inside of me,” You commanded him, holding his head in your trembling hands. “Fill me up, please, I need it.”

His eyes widened, blinking down at the white ring you had made around the base of his dick. His eyes flitted back up to you, pleading with you to let him go. Pleading for you to give the soul that you stole from him back,

“I can’t–” he released a trembling breath.  

He thought of himself as a father raising a child. Right now, it didn’t seem so bad.

“Please, ‘m on the pill,” you begged him, gazing into his eyes like you knew he wasn’t strong enough to refuse. “Wanna feel it dripping out of me. Think about it– what– ah– what would they think? … If they knew–”

You gasped when he delivered a harsh smack to your ass, slowing his strokes so that he could savor the way you sucked him in. “If they knew we snuck off to fuck? That– that I had your cum dripping out of me while they ask what took us so long?”

“Fuckk,” Choso groaned, hips trembling beneath you. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, cheeks burning. His breaths – and yours – had fogged the windows up.

You squeezed around him one more time, placing a tender kiss to his lips. You muttered into his mouth, “Do it f’me… please, Choso.”

“Mmh–!” And that was all it took. Choso rolled his hips up into you one more time, twitching, whining, feeling your warmth spasm around him as he spilled into you. He drove as deep up into you as he could – holding onto you for dear life while the coil snap, and he came so hard that his legs gave out. Lots of it. 

So much that he felt it drip out.

You sought another kiss from him, sealing your lips together. When you pulled away, you giggled, “Good boy. Good puppy.”

“God,” he shuddered, falling back against the headrest once his orgasm subsided. You fell against his chest, snuggling up to him.

And Choso, not knowing what else to do, pressed a kiss to the top of your head. To his surprise, you didn’t immediately leave him in the dust. Instead, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, basking in the warmth of your post-coital bliss. 

You broke the silence after a minute or two. 

“So…” You began, trailing a finger up his bare chest. “Help me carry that cooler back to the beach?”

And Choso, breathless, felt himself begin to laugh.

The two of you came back onto the beach. Choso was carting the cooler behind while you walked ahead, waving your friends down. 

As you approached, Itadori remarked with crossed arms, “The hell have you guys been?” His hair was done up into two, pink, little pigtails. It was clear as day that Nobara had a hand in his current hairstyle.

“Oh!” You had grinned rather awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “We– Well, we realized we didn’t have as many spritzers as I thought. Had to make a run to the liquor store.”

Itadori raised a brow. Still, if he noticed something, he didn’t say anything about it. “Uh huh.”

Choso bent down to set the cooler onto the ground, back turned to the group.

Getou peeped up from his paperback novel, lips twitching at the sight of Choso’s back. He nudged his counterpart, Gojo.

Who nearly spat out his drink.

You sat on the beach blanket nearest to Gojo and Getou. The moment your butt hit the sand, you practically collapsed into the ground. 

You could feel eyes on you. So, begrudgingly, you rolled over, throwing Satoru a weak glare. “What?”

He only nodded towards Choso.

You turned around, following his gaze. It settled over his back. He bent down, picking a few spritzers out of the ice. It was then that you noticed the harsh red claw marks on his shoulderblades. 

Subconsciously, your gaze drifted down to your hips, to the skin where purple imprints of Choso’s fingertips stood out as clear as day.

You gasped, then, clamping a hand over your mouth.

“So,” Gojo began casually, handing you a shot. He leaned in, ocean blue eyes twinkling as he teased you, “Was he gentle? He seems like he would give it rough.”

You turned to his not-boyfriend, brows furrowed. “Suguruuu…”

It was with no great amount of satisfaction that Getou looked up from his novel. “Satoru,” he sighed languidly. “Not in front of ths kids.”

Gojo ignored his not-boyfriend’s remark. “Was it big?”

You sank back into the blanket, feeling the heat of your embarrassment burn your cheeks as your words from earlier came back to bite you in the ass.

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love at first squat? → k. sunwoo

Listen I'm a whore for Sunwoo this comeback. I will use every opportunity to praise that beautiful man.

♢ Pairing: Sunwoo x Gym rat!Reader → Idol AU

♢ Word count: 2.2k

♢ Genre: Fluff, suggestive, established relationship

⌲ Description: Inviting you to join him at the gym with his members was supposed to be a cute outing. Instead Sunwoo is left speechless and probably more in love than he thought possible. ↳ Warnings: Cursing, horny thoughts, mentions of sex, Sunwoo is ready to call you mommy (jk. maybe not. idk)

Listen.

Sunwoo wasn’t stupid, okay. 

Besides his obvious talent for being annoyingly witty, he considered himself to be fairly intelligent.

Which is why he was quite certain there were very few situations these days that would make him feel like an idiot. 

But here he was. Feeling like a complete, flustered idiot. 

All because of you. 

Okay fair enough, it was his fault this situation happened at all. But still. 

Being a twenty-three-year-old man, Sunwoo doubted there was much in the world that could turn him back into a speechless, bubbling idiot after being in the entertainment industry as long as he had. 

He’s seen it all. Over-the-top performances, beautiful idols, arenas filled to the brim as well as anything negative to follow those specific areas. 

And so Sunwoo had the brilliant idea of wanting to spend some time with you today that didn’t just include laying around and eating a bunch of snacks. 

Something cute, y’know. Wholesome. Instagram worthy without the posting etc, etc. You get the idea.

Since it’s only been six months since the two of you started dating officially, after all. He had to keep the fun going somehow.

He was also confident that he knew most of your likes and dislikes at this point. 

For instance, Sunwoo knew you loved the gym. You were 110% a gym girl with nearly all stereotypes to follow. 

He rarely saw you outside of comfy hoodies and sweats. He knew about your strict five-day workout routine you kept to almost religiously. He knew you struggled with fulfilling your needed protein count every day because you always complained to him about it. 

In all honesty, Sunwoo shouldn’t have been as surprised to actually see you in a gym environment. He knew you were fit and healthy - Of course he did. He‘s seen your naked body more times than he could count at this point. 

But all those times had also been in a private relaxed space. Often after eating takeout with a bloated stomach each.

So when some of his very avid gym-going members asked if he wanted to join them, he further stretched that invitation to you. Hoping to get a day spent together out of it. 

He had never seen you reply to something as quick as that.

You had met him in front of the private gym their personal trainer owned a walking distance away from the company. Dressed in a comfortable loose set of white sweats and matching hoodie, a black gym bag swung over your shoulder as you skipped the last distance towards him, launching into a tight hug.

“Hi.” Sunwoo smiled down at you, brushed away some stray hair falling into your face.

“Hi.” You returned it with a wide grin, leaning up on your toes to press a series of pecks on his irresistible lips, like an overbearing mother without the maternal instinct obviously.

“Missed me?” It had been a little over a week since you last managed to meet up in the midst of their recent comeback. 

And God, what a comeback that was.

“I always do.” You were never shy of your affection towards him, even to the point of making him shy in front of his members. “It’s unfair how perfect this comeback fits you.”

Your fingers flicked his parted hair with a wink.

Sunwoo only kept grinning - you had already shared your very enthusiastic opinion of him five minutes after the MV had dropped, texting a whole paragraph on how beautiful he looked and how your possessive nature might just turn deadly. (Jokingly, that is)

You had been in his shared dorm with Chanhee, Changmin and Younghoon spread throughout the living room and kitchen, tucked into the corner of their L-formed couch as you watched their most recent live performance - Sunwoo right beside you, waiting for your reaction.

He had paid careful attention, especially when his part had come on. You had watched the entire video silently with a completely straight face.

Chanhee would forever hold his trauma over your heads having been a witness to see you dragging Sunwoo to his room by the front of his shirt, locking the door audibly with a click before the sounds of thumping music came on to hide the sounds of your very obvious antics.

They didn't need to listen to know what the two of you were up to. Not with how Sunwoo seemed to be on cloud nine the rest of the week.

("Best fucking blowjob ever.")

Your screen saver was later a picture of his iconic part in 'Watch it'.

His hand slid a little lower at the memory, against the visible dip of your lower back and perky ass. One of his favourite physical traits on you, and Sunwoo would never be ashamed of being an ass man.

Shaking his head, he gave your butt a fond tap as you both made your way inside the building. The other members were already inside; Sangyeon, Jaehyun, Kevin, and Eric were in various positions stretching their bodies. 

You greeted them all cheerily with a wave and grin, before thanking their PT for allowing you to use the gym. 

Sunwoo was half listening to their workouts planned out while also glancing at you through his peripheral vision - curiosity driving him to see you for the first time in a gym together. 

You were obviously in the zone, within a corner of the private gym, not wanting to get in their way. 

He saw you tipping back a dry scoop of pre-workout and washing it down, before stretching just like them. You were still patiently at it as he began his first workout, falling into the same concentration with his members scattered around him doing their own things; their PT walking around and fixing any details. 

Sunwoo had just finished all his sets of a lat pulldown when the praise came from Sangyeon in a disbelieving mutter, stopping in his DB shoulder presses. 

“Whoa, that’s insane.”

Turning around, Sunwoo’s cough mid-water sip was not subtle. 

You were on whatever set of your hip thrusts, 200kg worth of plates on the bar as you breathed in concentration, not even aware of how much attention you had drawn. Your soundproof headphones made sure of it. 

You had shed the hoodie and sweats, only a pair of navy blue shorts and an oversized t-shirt he recognized as his, tucked into the band of your sports bra behind as you pushed through. The bar clattered slightly as you dropped back down. With a relieved sigh, you stood up only to flinch in shock to see him and his members still staring. 

Pushing back the headphones, you gave an awkward smile. “Hi?”

Sangyeon walked forward with an admiring grin. “Y/N that’s crazy! How long did it take you to get you that weight?” The two of you easily fell into conversation with Sunwoo still on mute. 

You had always clicked quickly with his oldest member, being such big gym goers to the point of obsession. Where Sunwoo also enjoyed going to the gym, he didn’t see it as his priority besides aesthetic pleasure. 

Not that he didn’t appreciate those who did. 

Speaking of...His eyes started to trail down your body. 

How the shorts were clinging to your quads, muscles shifting as your feet moved on the spot while talking, to your damn impressive round ass - frankly looking huge with the pump it had just gone through. He could see a sliver of skin from where your t-shirt was tucked up, showing off the lean lines of your strong back. 

God, Sunwoo was certain your quads were bigger than his head (They were).

Despite your makeup-free face, flushed skin, and sweat coating it - you had never looked hotter to him. 

“Give us a warning if you’re planning to go crazy.” Kevin’s voice snickering next to him snapped Sunwoo out of his stupor.

“Huh?” 

His hyung didn’t stop smirking knowingly. “You’re drooling. So if you’re planning to drag her away, at least warn us of the trauma of witnessing something we don’t want to.”

A blush spread across his face and the tip of his ears as Sunwoo complained. “Ah, hyung! I’m not going to do that.”

He had more decency than that. (Not really.)

Glancing over again, he watched as Sangyeon was helping you rerack the weights and moving the bar to a squat position -your next workout - the two of you moving with surety in every move around the equipment. 

You gave him a perfect view of your ass again as you bent to pick up the last plate, the muscles of your hamstrings tightening impressively, his head tilting to follow the movement.

Sunwoo wondered how he had never noticed that detail before. 

He would have to appreciate your body again (very) carefully once he got the chance. 

If it weren’t for the rough push Kevin put on his shoulder to continue with his workout, Sunwoo would have probably just stood there staring to his own embarrassment. 

“Baby, can you spot me?” 

You waited in patient amusement for his double take at the weights resting on the squat rack before his brows furrowed.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll have to save me if anything happens.”

You snorted out a laugh, his deadpan sense of humour was always a weakness of yours. Making you laugh with a simple sentence even if said in complete seriousness. 

“I’m not hitting over my max today, so you’re good.” You only chuckled, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards you slowly, as if coaxing a frightened animal. Only this one kept his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Nothing is gonna happen, I just need a little bit of support on the last rep.”

“What support am I supposed to give?” Sunwoo eyed the plates carefully, voice flat. “That’s more than my body weight.”

Giving him a quick look up and down; dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants with a fitting tank top, you gave the vision of absolute innocence. “Visual support.” 

Kevin, who was quick to get your innuendo from the bench next to you, laughed out loud. Before Sunwoo could comprehend what you meant, you had already moved into position for the squat. 

Sunwoo could only shake his head as he carefully shifted into a supporting position behind you, knees bending alongside your form but never touching.

"Fine, but if I break something you're taking my place in promotions."

"I'm sure Deobi's will love me more than you anyways." You stuck out your tongue in retort before starting with a huff.

He could see your strain by the seventh rep, thighs shaking and face scrunching up in concentration. 

But he saw the determination. And despite the risk of his demise, Sunwoo moved closer.

“You got it, come on.” He encouraged you, gently tapping your hip as you let out a large breath and pushed up, succeeding without him having to risk his life. 

“Okay, you two, enough of the lovey-dovey, back to work Sunwoo.” Their PT called out lightly. 

About an hour later, you were resting after finishing stretching, casually leaning against the wall with a hip popped out and scrolling through your phone when Sunwoo snuck up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your body flush against his chest. 

“Hi.” You only smiled up over your shoulder. “All finished?”

“You’re being unfair,” Was all he said, burying his nose into the crook of your neck and shoulder, tickling you as you squirmed. 

“About what?” You laughed. 

“Distracting me…” He mumbled with a pout. “I could hardly concentrate this entire session. I think I fell in love all over again."

"If I knew my legs were so powerful I would have squatted in front of you on our first meeting."

Sunwoo bit his lower lip to hide a smile. "Love at first squat, you say?"

“Unless you're just jealous of my thighs, that is.” Despite the flutter of your heart, you continued to tease him lightly, stretching out a leg and tightening your muscles still pumped out from your session. “I’ll teach you how to get them.”

Sunwoo hummed lowly against your ear, and you knew he was plotting something.

“I’d rather be buried between them.”

Your scandalous gasp was loud as you whirled around to slap his chest, catching the attention of the rest of the guys who were cleaning up. 

“Kim Sunwoo, we are in public!” You whisper-shouted in mortification. It was his turn to smirk at you in satisfaction, only giving an innocent shrug. 

“Ugh, Sunwoo is being indecent, hyung. Scold him.” Eric called out with an exaggerated shudder, turning to Sangyeon. The leader only sighed exasperated. Already far too used to you and Sunwoo's shows of PDA.

“You didn’t even hear what I said,” Sunwoo called out. 

“I didn’t have to! Y/N proved it.”

“Well maybe I offered her ice scream and she got overjoyed.” He retorted, their usual bickering starting up again. 

“Suuuure, if ice cream meant fu-”

“OKAY!” Sangyeon exclaimed loudly before Eric could finish that sentence, causing a fit of snickers from the others watching, as well as your furious blush spreading as you hid behind the palm of your hand. “Let’s not finish that, Youngjae-ah.”

Eric sucked in his lips with a mischievous glint, shoulders shaking in muted laughter. 

Just as everyone finished cleaning up and you put your outer layers back on - Kevin sidled up to you casually, slinging a friendly arm around your shoulders as you walked out of the building and down the street. 

You both watched Sunwoo take a running start before jumping on Eric’s unsuspecting back as they both stumbled with the maknae’s dramatic complaint of his sore legs echoing.

“You should probably cross out working out together.” Kevin had a shit-eating grin on his face. “You know, for public decency.”

“Oh shut up.”

Thank you for reading!

[ozkarrzen]

Sans AUs with Milk in the Microwave songs:

Ink — "I forgot your name (and I'm very sorry about it)" || literally 100% Ink, no questions asked

Error/Nightmare — "One day you'll die (I do not like this)" || It gives off a sort of villain/betrayed vibe so it fits both of these two (and it's very silly and unhinged)

Blue (Swap) — "Everyone's left" || The thought of him being left behind by the star sanses / the fandom in general because there's more interesting aus out there I'm crying

Geno — "No good at being you" || It gives off actor vibes but idk I like the thought of Geno acting and saying the right things and how he wishes he could be like classic again but he can't

Dream — "Another Tuesday Night" || being so fr I'm like not sure about this one,, maybe it could be a comedic sense that Dream is so used to the multiverse that he thinks everyday is the same,, or in a more personal sense that Dream is stuck in this never ending loop of protecting the universe and trying to save his brother, that everyday feels more like the hassle of trying to gain something back.

Fell — "More than skin deep" || I have no explanation for this it just fits him so well

Womp I might make Ink an animatic if I have the motivation but in all honesty I'm just going insane I think

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

hey guys! A little life update.

So, sorry I've been really inactive. I've really been priorizing myself and self improve for the past 3 months and I intend to continue doing so.

I've also had really writers block, and idk what's been going but some of the stuff I've been getting in my inbox isn't stuff that go well with my blog.

I'm sorry to be mean, but I'm sick and tired of saying this. DON'T SEND ME CUTESY SHIT! In all honesty, when y'all send me stuff that's cutesy or stuff that's like "How would so and so react to a reader who's shy or acts like [insert character here]" it makes me in all honesty not want to write. You guys have to understand that with my interpretation of the pastas, your personality doesn't really change how they treat you. SO PLEASE STOP SENDING ME STUFF LIKE THAT.

Requests that I really love are request with story ideas. With the way write, I need room for creative energy to flow. So when I get Requests that's more so a story idea, especially with an AU, and there's like no way for them to tell how the reader is, I can write easier.

Anyways, back to me!

School is starting up for me soon.

I might be getting a job this fall.

Marching Band is...band...

Love life is going well😎

Confidence through the roof.

And so on.

I've honestly haven't really had much time to read or write. And it's honestly something I want to make time for.

I honestly can't say when I'll drop a one shot or set. BUT! Please don't let what I said discourage you from sending me stuff in the inbox. I love it whenever I get ask from you guys❤️

[rainbowninja00]

Bluetale (no real spoilers for Chapter 23 of TSE)

so in the newest chapter of This Solar Eclipse, we are introduced to Aqua, Bluetale Toriel. but what is Bluetale?

I'm glad you asked! I'm gonna have a cut cause this might get long.

Bluetale is just like Undertale, but blue. the characters, locations, and even items are all blue!

the characters are either blue or have a blue tint to them (Toriel and Asgore's fur is lightly tinted blue while Alphys and Undyne are just blue) and use blue magic a lot more. so instead of Undyne using green magic in her fight she uses blue, they all do.

Chara and Frisk have blue streaks in their hair to match their souls. speaking of which! determination isn't the primary soul trait here, integrity is. Frisk has a soul of integrity while Chara has one of patience, that's how they stuck around for so long.

"but what about the human souls?" they got another kid with a patient soul and one with determination instead of integrity.

let's talk character design cause I can't draw :')

Frisk wears a sweater coloured robin's egg blue with baby blue stripes. they look pretty much the same other than the sweater and hair streaks.

Chara has blue eyes instead of red, and their sweater is sky blue with powder blue stripes. they are also pretty much the same other than that.

Flowey resembles an echo flower so he can easily sew seeds of chaos throughout the underground. Asriel has a powder blue sweater with sky-blue stripes and slightly tinted fur!

Toriel has a deep dark blue dress with the original white accents, the delta rune on her chest is the same colour. her fur is slightly tinted blue! (her omega timeline design is a bit different, I will describe it more in the next coming chapter of This Solar Eclipse)

Sans looks relatively the same, he has baby blue mittens and slippers instead of pink.

Papyrus has a deep blue scarf, boots, gloves, and emblem. the yellow parts of his outfit are the same tho. much like how everyone draws him he has the body suit thing covering his arms and legs, but instead of being black, it is a very deep navy.

(all the NPCs look basically the same but recoloured blue, for the shits and giggles I might just photoshop some sprites of UT characters to show what I mean.)

Monster Kid is a very light blue, almost seeming white with how pale they are. In contrast, their lil poncho is sky blue with royal blue stripes.

Undyne is very much the same, but her hair and accents are black. her boots are a pain so I say they are just any fuckin colour cause I can't decide. she already has a lot of blue and idk.

Alphys is the same shade as monster kid, if not a bit more green, think a very pale mint.

Mettaton is just switching the pink for blue, either sky blue or a deep blue im not sure.

Asgore's blonde hair is black and his cape is royal blue.

Last but totally not least, the annoying dog has a slight blue tint to its fur and a dark blue paw print mark over its left eye.

the plot is the same as Undertale, with no real changes except for BLUE.

integrity is so important because it's about honesty and being true to yourself and others!

I am definitely gonna recolour some of the in game sprites to show off what they look like so keep an eye out for that! feel free to ask questions about this au cause I'd love to play with it more.

@dreemurr-skelememer Thought you might be interested in a more classic style AU (big 2015-2016 energy here)

[diamagneticcoordinationcomplex]

Same anon! Sorry for the spam QnA, but it's interesting knowing more about your author's thought processes! If you have the time, I would love to know how do you characterize Ingo and Emmet? other than the fanstories itself of course 😊 Do you have a guideline? Some perspectives on their characters? Some shipping dynamics? I kinda view Ingo as kind of passive in this case, except for a few moments where he has to break out of his shell (like for pokemon battles where he and Emmet whoop everyone's butt 😫😫). He's a very kind character. And Emmet is a great support! He's very energetic and could be in your face, but he has good intentions even if he doesn't like people very much (Noy shy! just prefers solitude!). Except when it comes to Ingo, to which then he will be do everything!!! Pokemon make them reunite!

-💌 anon

Hello! Back at it again, anon!

I'm honoured that you'd want to know about my thought process! (I myself am not very interested in that kind of thing, so this is new!)

How do I characterise the train twins...? I wonder how I do that myself lol

Okay~ buckle in cos this might be long!

Guidelines on their character: Most of these are adapted from the multitudes of submas fics I've read prior to starting my own. These would include:

Ingo being LOUD and verbose

Emmet having clipped speech with barely any intonation

Frowny Ingo (˚∆˚) with minimal facial expressiveness (he can't help it!)

Smiley Emmet (˚v˚) with all the facial expressiveness

Ingo being polite and Emmet not giving a sh*t

I think much of these stem from how I like the twins having this complementary aspect to one another. They match each other's quirks, compensate for each other's weaknesses, encourage each other's strengths... it's just nice and cool imo ♡ A perfect two-car train! Wonderful synchronicity! Bravo!

Personal perspectives on their character: some of these may overlap with the guidelines bc I'm not sure how common these interpretations are...

Ingo being thoughtful, careful and prudent

Emmet being impulsive, active and spontaneous

Conscientious-of-other-people's-feelings Ingo

Honesty-is-the-best-policy Emmet

Ingo leans towards being a pessimist, correlating with his careful nature

Emmet's an optimist and simply wants the people around him to be happy and have a good time

Ingo is the ideals of their dynamic, able to come up with creative ideas and solutions

Emmet is the truth of their dynamic, able to work towards a goal and succeed, to 'turn the ideals into truths'

They work so well together as a two-car train that any arguments that do happen get cleared up almost instantly (idk how often other siblings fight, but I very rarely have any arguments with my own sibling so...yea)

They can be playful with each other (ie. pranks) but they are mature adults with a job, so they know when to pull the brakes and take responsibility

Emmet has this interesting contrast with being a chaotic, playful little sh*t (I say that with the utmost affection♡) but also possessing the level of responsibility and follow-the-rules mindset of a subway boss... so that's interesting to play around with

I'm probably still missing a lot of aspects but I can't think of anything else rn. Hope these little bits were interesting to read about!

Hm, shipping dynamics... I myself am a gen fic writer so I don't have any opinions on shipping. Not sure why, but it's kind of hard for me to see either twin in their own romantic relationship. They seem kind of... untouchable? I suppose? Perhaps that's evident in the Crystal Conductors AU, since the guys are literally immortal rocks lol. Not much romance to be found there, and if there was, it would be a sad one and I ain't gonna subject them to that.

But, I will comment that your thoughts on their shipping dynamics are interesting and do make sense! Ingo's calm passiveness~ Emmet's peppy enthusiasm~

The twins really do need their heartfelt reunion... *sigh* Alas, I shouldn't get my hopes up and expect too much ;;v;;

Thank you for the ask (again)! It was fun to answer your questions and apologies for taking so long to respond!

[madanili]

Describing the bimonthly quartermonthly Braas breakup in an apartment cat parents AU

Baas: brian! I have a great idea! What if we make the broken cat tree and make it into cat celling

Brian: uhhhhhh what? The cat tree isn't broken

Baas: it is brian just look at it, it's slanted, might as well be broken

Brian: wait why do you say it's broken, I don't see it

Baas: meows fatass gonna break it at this rate, do you really not see it?

Brian: I do but you have going to give me more context. Baas you have to keep in mind I spent my day here researching for your birthday dinner all day, the least you can do is elaborate

Baas: I don't think it's complicated brian it's slanted and it is cracked, I swear to god you do this every time

Brian: do what...?

Baas: giving me a hard time, why can't you see this?

Brian: why are you like this? I asked for context and I think it's stupid fixing things that isn't broken

Baas: you dont trust me do you?

Brian: *taken aback

Brian: I do, but.... well nvm you're right, it is broken (as he lies through his teeth)

Baas: brian, just tell me the truth, you know you're the the few people that I want honesty because you're one of the few people i trust in this world

Brian: okay then, it isn't broken. Now here's my argument, it is slanted because Meow keeps putting his fat ass on the left side of the tree, you know that repeated things can manipulate the form. Now at what certain point we can declare it broken?

Baas: yesss I know brian, do you think I'm stupid don't you?

Brian: no i don't think you're stupid

Baas: yeah but I get this feeling you keep not trusting me, idk are you with me brian?

Brian: with what? I'm always with you, I don't know where you get that from

Baas: can't you see it's broken?

Brian: no

Baas: it is, why can't you see it?

(After a lot of going nowhere and everyone is mad)

Brian: I can't believe you question my loyalty, the only person who has your back after all we've gone through

Baas: you always do this shit where you questions every thing I do and know it all, now I want to know that are you with me or not?

Brian: ......how.... yessir

Baas: just say it brian

(And the argument will still continue for about an hour, one of them sleeps on the couch, brian questioning their relationship, baas wants brian to suck it up buttercup it's about the bigger picture)

Meanwhile meow's fat ass is just staring to his parent: meow :3

[albontology]

okay sorry to drag this out of replies but i was exceeding reply character limit, response to @vroomvroom-mfs and more thoughts under the cut

okay i'll be honest i'm so surprised that you mention that because my brain immediately snapped to ryan-> alex:shane->george-- i feel like alex has that more sort of open, kind of hesitant-play/magic-circle ("i'll play in this space until it gets too real") mentality that would best resemble how ryan is open to letting some degree of potential belief through; and then the parallels of car-talk to paranormal research are shared between them both; and then george is kind of this straight-man off that whose contribution to the play is more tongue-in-cheek, nod to the camera. (admittedly there is also the mental association of george and shane both being Tall White Men.) i'd love to hear what characterizations led to your first train of thought :000

i haven't given it much thought because the tension and the slow burn and the miscommunication are so totally my bread and butter,, also, i think half of my thoughts from this au might just be retreadings of unsolved fic i read back in the day so. uh. whoops.

ultimately, george's identity and their romantic thoughts about one another get down to the root of like, personal and emotional honesty, so the reveals would have to be either concatenated or simultaneous. i like the idea of like.. unbeknownst to george, alex would have been picking up on clues for quite some time, though regulating them to kind of paranoid fantasy (and in general repressing the idea that he's so enamored with his coworker he's been noticing every small detail of his person). maybe they've just been told that their viewership is flagging and they're going to be taken off-air following their latest season? and alex is so devastated because it's crashing in to him that he's dedicated the key years of the beginning of his media career to running around like a chicken with his head cut off in front of a camera, blubbering about 'spiritual electro-frequencies' and cursed mineshafts, and it didn't get him anywhere, he's a joke and an idiot. and worst of all-- surely george has just been humoring him, has just been a coworker with clear professional distance, a retainer, at best, and even then alex cares for him so deeply and doesn't want them to break up to have to stop hosting the show together.

george's internalization of the cancellation is very much like: he's got a supernatural connection, he has the power to make the show engaging, to bring views, to give the audience what he wants. he can't, he shouldn't, give in to the urge to meddle with the laws of nature just to make alex smile get views, but all of a sudden he feels like a manipulative creep when he sees how torn up alex is about the show ending. how could he have played along with this whole charade for so long, when clearly alex's passion for the paranormal runs so deep he's this emotionally distraught at the idea of it getting taken away from him?

so. hm. well this didn't get us any closer to the reveal scene. idk, maybe george decides to take that forbidden step and do something for alex to see, to revive their network potentials, but then gets caught out in it. he tries to lie his way out of it, of course, definitely attempts to gaslight the shit out of alex, maybe even actually messes with his memory or perception, but alex doesn't let it go -- he's gathered clues about george all this time, and when he does fully comprehend what's happened, alex is fucking pissed, and good riddance because their show is over and george is gone. alex gets reassigned to research for some other youtube series and all the while his rage is crystallizing into this need for answers-- he tells himself it's about the supernatural, but the "why did this happen" always ends up morphing into "why did this happen to me" into "why did george do this to me, specifically." there must have been some reason george stuck with alex through it all, some genuine desire at the core of it, and alex needs to know what it was, what kept them together...

anyways alex draws a demon summoning circle and george appears in a big poof of diptyque 'orpheon' scented haze and then they have hot sex in the middle of the chalk lines and make all the candles levitate or some shit. love wins!

galex unsolved/ghost files au

[blacknovelist]

Yknow what? This post has been sitting in my goddamn drafts for almost a year, so I’m gonna step back into the BNHA Desolation AU stuff for a bit and do a spontaneous thought dump of timeline, plot, concept, and canon parallel stuff. Not necessarily in that order.

So the timeline of Desolation AU is a looooooot more stretched out than in Canon, bc everyone needs time to do pretty much everything (Adjust to moving to Musutafu, train for the military, practice with and learn about Quirk Replacement/Simulation tech and actual Quirks, etc.), and as a result of this, Izuku does actually go out on missions without One for All. Its necessary as part of his regime (since he’s to be All Might’s successor, presumably, and Toshinori had to do this stuff too), and it helps promote good bonding with the rest of his troops. Izuku spends a good few years out on the field without the Quirk before Toshinori officially declares him his successor.

Nana died in battle against AfO and his men (AfO himself was mostly watching, and was not part of the battle until the end of it, when he and Nana fought briefly before he mortally wounded her and ordered a retreat). Toshinori was with her along with a few others like Gran Torino, and though they successfully got her back to Musutafu, she died of her injuries some time later. By this point, Nana has already passed on leadership over to Toshinori, but that didn’t make things easier. A lot of people really loved her.

Anyway; most of the Desolation AU stuff I’ve already talked about concerns backstory and world building and is generally really dark and dry and stuff, but that’s not really how the actual plot is. Like canon BNHA, I really want it to be kind of hopeful, kind of bright, kind of optimistic of a story even though everything is shit right now (and will be for some time). I’m a sucker for that kind of stuff.

While the song (Cut Apart from the Transistor OST) is very empty and, well, desolate sounding, which is why I though of a wrecked post-war world, I like the eventual progression back into a brighter and happy world (which is why I mentioned elements of both Transistor and Bastion in Desolation AU’s original ask post, since Bastion is much happier of a game)

The plot itself is, more or less; Following decades of war, the two factions have finally reached a tentative peace. Both sides are looking for a way to restart the war and end it once and for all, but a secret third faction from a city called Musutafu is moving in to combat years of ingrained hatred against the other side and encourage peace and prevent war from erupting again. All Might is the leader of Musutafu and the face of peace between Quirked and Quirkless people, but he’s looking for a successor to inherit both his Quirk and the responsibilities of being the head like he is. So, more or less the same plot as BNHA, except instead of heroes and villains it’s military factions. Did I mention I don’t really know much about what I’m talking about like, 85% of the time?

For the Kamino Ward stuff (my honest to God favorite stuff to think about at all times), I’m thinking that what happens is Musutafu’s camps are breached for the first time by AfO, who sends Shigaraki to oversee the operation with everyone without taking part. Bakugou is dragged off, presumably so they can try and sway over to their side and, failing that, get info from him. Musutafu stage raids on the area they confirm he’s being held - the group who snuck out in Canon (Deku, Shouto, Creatie, Red Riot, Ingenium) are, in the AU, instead assigned the warehouse area to raid with several others, since at this point Izuku has inherited OfA (not that anyone knows yet) and they are all soldiers in their own right (due to timeline stretching, they should be in their early twenties or older at this point). I’m playing with the idea of this being when the world at Large learns that Toshinori no longer has the quirk that put All Might/Musutafu on the map and the Musutafu guys leak it that he gave it to his successor like all the other Musutafu leaders, to make him into the symbol of peace and sacrifice I mentioned in previous posts, but I’m not sure I wanna keep that. Either way, like in Canon, this is the end of his career.

The equivalent of the sports fest arc will probably end up being a rapid fire series of missions and raids that put them into the spotlight for a bit and garner attention from the big man Endeavor himself.

To steer my conscience back to the timeline itself though, here’s a rough draft of the timelines (canonically AfO’s reign presumably spans several generations, and the same goes for Desolation. Let me know if I messed up somewhere though, I did this half asleep):

–> The start: Quirks start cropping up. Later on, AfO makes his debut on the world scene. –> He publically goes too far, provoking tensions between Quirked and Quirkless and thereby instigating a slowly escalating war between these two factions –> What starts as one region of the world at war with itself turns into pretty much the whole world fighting against itself –> At some point, OfA slips off, rescues people, and founds Musutafu –> Timeskip at several generations: the treaty is signed –> A couple years later; Musutafu surfaces the world scene, and stays in the shadows –> Nana Shimura leaves her family behind to join Musutafu –> A couple years later, she joins the mission that rescues Toshinori’s hijacked convoy and takes them to the city –> About five to ten years later, when Toshinori is a teen, he joins the military –> Less than a year later, the news of her husband’s death reaches her. She spends months using her resources to look for her son before being forced to assume him dead –> A few years after Toshinori’s enrollment, Nana declares him her successor and gives him her Quirk to start direct training –> After two and a half years of training, Toshinori takes on his mantle of All Might and becomes leader of Musutafu. Nana conditionally retires and continues to work with their troops and go on missions. –> Over the course of the next fifteen to twenty years (give or take a good few years), All Might puts Musutafu onto the map and world scene as a radical declaring peace, and turns himself and Musutafu into symbols of peace –> Towards the 10-year mark (give or take a couple), Nana Shimura is mortally wounded in battle against AfO and dies to her injuries –> Several years later (anywhere from two to five), AfO stages a drifter attack to kill All Might, only to be mortally wounded. All Might is likewise injured but the city is saved, marking victory for Musutafu. Both are forced to temporarily fade from whatever spotlights they’d been under –> A few months after that, AfO finds Nana Shimura’s son being shipped off via convoy and spirits him away –> Toshinori spends his time looking for a successor when he’s not hiding his condition and going on missions, before the eventual mission to Izuku’s hometown –> Musutafu receive Intel about a series of drifter raids on a group of cities and set out to intercept them –> Following the First Episode-equivalent events of the drifter attack, Izuku and Bakugou’s families decide to move to Musutafu (for their own safeties) –> Izuku and Bakugou enlist in the military cadets program (not unlike cadets irl, except a little more intensive) for the UA corps (TBD if that’s the name I’m keeping) so they can join properly when they’re of age. –> Izuku is doing this on Toshinori’s recommendation, and they meet regularly to talk about pretty much anything –> *Insert several year training montage here* (the entrance exam, hero vs villain and USJ arcs all fall under here) –> They’re eventually enlisted formally (approx age is likely 18-early twenties), after this is prob the sports fest equiv. –> Toshinori gives Izuku OfA somewhere in here. –> That’s more or less all I got for now (chronologically at least)

[ruby-serpentis]

How about horror au teachers?

honestly, i can see it working.

these ideas are not official, i'm just running them off the top of my head.

doren as a werewolf. sydney already talks about the rumors of him being a werewolf. but maybe this is too easy.

mason as a creature from the black lagoon. don't think i need to explain myself. mayhaps shape of water but turn it into a more traditional horror setup.

winter...witch...or even a witch hunter. something along those lines you know.

sirris could be a mad scientist type but i feel like that's way too simple and easy. like i could do a seth brundle deal. but it's so obvious? and i wanna challenge myself when it comes to these hcs especially as someone who really loves horror.

leighton...slasher probably? maybe? idk what would fit our lovely pervy headteacher.

i made sydney a demon so making river a demon seems so obvious. but i'm not opposed to it. but in all honesty, slasher might work. especially because the slasher genre is so heavily rooted in upholding conservative values. definitely could give off pearl vibes (as in pearl from x, one of my favorites movies ever).

[brainmaniaman]

2019 Kia Soul (Bertholdt Hoover/Reader Smut)

PAIRING: Bertholdt Hoover/Reader, mentions of Eren Yeager/Reader AU: my own personal toxic!roommate eren/reader/stoner bertholdt hoover au PLOT LINE: your toxic roommate eren has been telling everyone that you've been official for nearly a month now, despite only having what you thought to be casual hookups. you decide it's in best practice to flex your freedom as a single woman and fuck one of his friends. bertholdt was always nicer to you, anyways. BACKGROUND: basically . . . like my friend and i came up with a toxic eren / reader alternate universe but i am too lazy to actually put it into an actual cohesive storyline so i'm just going to make different works of fiction and put it in the same cinematic universe ig. idk my friend basically said "i feel like bertholdt would have so much anxiety in a modern au that he'd self-medicate with marijuana and become a major pothead" and like, idk i fell in love with it. i literally do not care if you don't like toxic eren because he is the love of my life and that's just how it be. there's actually a cohesive storyline it'll come together somehow it's just not in sequential order. TAGS/WARNINGS: NSFW, recreational drug use, sex while high, reader is definitely topping bertholdt i'm not sorry, car sex, dry grinding, top!fem reader, bottom!bertholdt, light toxic! eren/reader, lots of exposition WORD COUNT: 5,436

JANUARY 23RD, 2021

Even though you loved Historia, you hated parties. It wasn't that you thought you were better parties - in fact, you could see why people enjoyed them. Even so, there was something about the noise and the strobe vicious lighting that assaulted your eyes. Despite this, Historia's parties were always incredibly fun - something about the overall vibe of her parties was excellent simply based on the fact that they weren't normal. Sure, the atmosphere was normal. Drunk people still stumbled and fumbled all over the lawn, laughing as they danced and toppled over each other. It was no different inside, either. All sorts of people stumbled up and down the large bannister inside of a very large home. (One might even call it a mansion, but for some reason - you hated the word mansion. It just felt pretentious. )The only difference? Everyone was dressed to the absolute nines. Those who weren't in suits or small dresses were in outfits branded with all sorts of designer logos - some so high-end that you couldn't even recognize them. In all honesty, it felt like something ripped straight out of The Great Gatsby. For a second, you surveyed your surroundings. Despite it only being 10pm, you could already pinpoint a few people who were passed out in the front yard. "(Name) -" Historia had practically bound down the front steps of her home, waving at you with a big smile. Trailing lazily behind her was her girlfriend Ymir, who defied the dress code of the party by simply wearing jeans and a nice top, with her hands shoved in her pockets. "So good to see you!" A few guys dressed in very nice, but now very crumpled, suits pushed past the three of you, though only made it a few steps before leaning over to hurl. "Wonderful . . ." you muttered to yourself. "Good to see you, too" You leaned down and exchanged a hug with Historia. For a second, you and Ymir shared a tense moment - but both of you relented, simply nodding in each other's direction. Given that the two of you had a somewhat intense relationship, one that was characterized by constant banter and quips, simply acknowledging each other's existence without bursting into flames was a great step in the right direction for the both of you. "You look good!" Historia complimented the very tiny red dress and very high heels you donned. "Thanks." was your short response, unsure of how exactly to proceed with the conversation. What else were you supposed to say? There was a silent pause. "Look - there's Armin!" Historia broke the silence, desperately grasping for any form of conversation. She raised herself onto her toes, waving at Armin above the crowd. Armin waved back cheerfully, uncharacteristically happy to be at the party; perhaps it was because he was content being surrounded by his friends. "And don't forget (Name)'s boyfriend, Eren" You almost choked on your spit. "Excuse me?" You interjected, your head creaking in Ymir's direction, clearly in a state of shock and disbelief. "Your boyfriend, Eren." Ymir repeated, this time slower - as though you were stupid. "I don't know what you see in that asshole, though" You turned your head towards Eren, who stood several feet away from you, seemed clearly pleased - you could tell by the way that the corners of his mouth turned upwards in a slight smirk. He even had the audacity to send you an arrogant little wave, his fingers wriggling playfully. I'm - you thought, I'm going to suffocate him in his sleep - "Oh, hush" Historia interrupted, "You don't know what their relationship is like - besides, Eren isn't all the bad. I'm sure the two of you have quite an interesting dynamic going on between you . . ." Ymir scoffed at Historia's comment, ". . . one that isn't any of our business!" ". . . right, because Eren is the world's best boyfriend. . ." Ymir wasn't convinced. For a bit, you were too stunned to speak - but after the three of you fell into another uncomfortable

silence, the anger radiating from you being so thick that you could cut it with a knife, you finally spoke up. "Who . . . who the fuck did you hear that shit from?" You were livid. "Whoever told you that . . . was a fucking idiot and you're a dumbass for believing it" "Woah, what the fuck?" Ymir responded quickly, "I don't know who you think you're talking to, but it's sure as hell not me. Why don't you take a couple steps and calm the fuck down? Eren told everyone last month's game night at my place that you two had been at it for a while and were now a thing. Maybe if you actually came to a game night, you'd know what the fuck is going on -" "Ymir." Historia breathed out a word of caution, a slight edge in her voice. "That's not -" "For Christ's sake, Historia? You're just gonna let her talk shit like that? Man, fuck this - I'm not going to sit around and let someone talk to me like this, I'm going inside." It wasn't like Ymir to leave Historia's side, but the reality was that she was beyond pissed; that and she had the confidence that Historia would follow shortly after - which she was right about. "I'm sorry" Historia let out a flurry of apologies. "We all thought it was kind of weird, given how tough your housing situation is . . ." "No," You responded sheepishly, "I should apologize . . . I shouldn't have lashed out like that" You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. "I should probably apologize to . . ." "Now probably isn't the best time . . . maybe later?" Historia answered honestly. You nodded a bit, the palm of your hand still resting on the back of your neck. "I don't want to leave you here alone, but . . ." You were about to interrupt Historia and tell her that you would fare fine, but her expression seemed to light up a bit as she saw Armin approaching. "Oh, perfect - Armin is this way! I'll let you two talk a bit while I go see where Ymir went off to . . . talk to you soon!" "Talk to you soon . . ." "Hey!" Now you were face to face with Armin, who was beaming straight at you, only looking away for a split second to exchange a quick hello with Historia once moer. However, his smile faded a bit when he noticed the frown that was curling at your lips. ". . . are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm uh . . . fine" You were scratching nervous rash into the back of your neck by now, "I like your new haircut. It looks nice on you." "You think so?" Armin ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it around a bit, though was clearly happy with the compliment. "Eren suggested it . . . said my hair was getting too long . . . kind of ironic, considering his hair is so long he keeps it in a bun - right?" "Right . . . right . . ." You trailed off a bit. You wet your dry bottom lip with your tongue, clearly uncomfortable. "So, uh . . . speaking of Eren . . . did he, uh . . . he hasn't said anything about us being like, a thing or anything right?" What little smile was left on Armin's face completely disappeared. "Uh - you're not dating?" "Nooo . . ." You drawled out the o's, so embarrassed that you couldn't even make eye contact with him. ". . . well, this is awkward." Armin pinched the bridge of his nose. As far as he had been concerned, both you and Eren had been dating for nearly a month now. "Yeah . . . it is. It's just . . . well, he said at the group game night that you two were . . . you know, a thing, and . . . well, we just assumed because the two of you live together and you're . . . well, you know . . . you've -" "Had sex?" Armin's face turned red at your statement. "Well, yeah - but that was a mistake on our part." "Clearly." He was growing increasingly more nervous. "I - I'm sorry" Armin sputtered out, wringing his hands together in front of him. "It's not your fault." "I know - but -" Armin pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead, clearly very stressed out. " - I'll fix it. Just

stay here."

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You did not stay in your place. In fact, mere seconds after Armin had disappeared into the crowd to find his friend and sort out this awful situation, you found yourself awfully angry, bored, and alone - and there was nobody around you to take your mind off the fact that your roommate wasn't only an asshole but he was also a liar. Of course, that was before you saw a very familiar figure huddled over the fence at the edge of the property, holding in his hand what was very clearly a blunt. Much like Ymir, he was very casually dressed - except unlike Ymir, he hadn't even bothered wearing a nice shirt with his jeans . . . simply his standard, oversized, blue sweater with the white collar of his shirt folded over the edges. Excitement bubbled in your stomach at the sight of Bertholdt - someone you actually liked. "Hey - Bert - !" You were waddling in your heels over to him, desperately trying to keep your heels from sinking into the dirt, "Don't finish that blunt! Save some for me!" He looked over his shoulder, his eyes locking with yours. For a second, it seemed like he didn't recognize you. You tripped over your heels, stumbling forward. It wasn't until he caught you, hoisting you up by the elbows back onto your feet, that he realized who you were. Bertholdt's gaze moved from your eyes to your chest and his face exploded red before he respectfully shot his eyes in a separate direction out of sheer panic. "Don't be stingy -!" You exclaimed, pointing your index finger to your lips, "Put the damn thing between my lips! I know you keep like, an ounce on you at all times - so you can miss me with that but this is my last joint shit" Bertholdt seemed beside himself by your sudden demands. For a second, it even took him quite a bit to process what the hell you were even saying. "Eh -?" "Are you too high to understand me?" You teased. "Weed. Lips. Now." "I don't know . . . last time you smoked, you didn't seem too good . . ." Bertholdt responded slowly. You frowned at the comment. He wasn't wrong. The last time he had seen you smoke, which was the first time you had ever smoked, you had become a bit paranoid and out of it - reacting rather adversely to the weed. However, you and your special roommate had become quite frequent smokers. "Well, the last time you saw me smoke was the first time I had ever smoked in my life. It's been a month since then, and I've smoked more since then. Also, last time I was drinking and smoking - a lethal combination, you know." The irritation in your voice was quite obvious. The last thing you wanted right now was to be judged by someone. Bertholdt grew somewhat anxious, growing more nervous and anxious as he became increasingly more aware of your frustration. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to, uh -" Bertholdt scratched the side of his face uncomfortably. "Offend you . . ." Now that he wasn't hunched over you and his shoulders were pulled back, it was apparent just how much taller he was than you. "Well, I suppose if you promise not to drink . . . I can let you smoke" He offered you a rather meek smile as he tried to crack a joke. Once he could tell you had received the joke well, his shoulders relaxed a bit. Once more, he leaned against the fence - adjusting himself down to your height. "Here -" He held the blunt in front of you. Without second-guessing, you leaned forward - wrapping your lips around the end of the blunt tightly and taking a few puffs. Bertholdt grew silent - his cheeks flaring a bright red. "You know, I don't know why you do that?" You pulled back, coughing up a bit of smoke. "Do what?" "You don't grab your own blunt, like -" He brought the end of it back to his own lips, finishing off the end of it. He dropped it into the dirt, smudging it out with the toe of his shoe. "- you just smoke it straight from someone's hand. And by someone's hand, I mean -" He wanted to finish his comment with Eren's

hand - but the sharp look in your eye warned him not to. "It's just, you know - you act strong, and in many respects you are . . . but you know, for someone who claims that they don't rely on anyone - you sure rely on someone a lot -" "I didn't know you liked to get into other people's fucking business when you're high -" "Hey, hey, hey -" Bertholdt held his hands up in defense, as though he were trying to pump the breaks, "I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Relying on someone isn't bad. I rely on Reiner and Annie regularly . . ." He bent his neck backwards, his lips parting in the cold air as his adam's apple slid up and down his throat a bit nervously. ". . . we're not meant to be alone or anything. But, I should say . . . you might want to find better people to rely on, you know?" "We're not the same" You blurted out in the spur of the moment. There was an awkward pause of silence. Man, it seemed like tonight was full of awkward pauses. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to come off like a bitch . . . like, you can depend on whoever you want just . . . don't go projecting your shit on me, okay? That's between you and your friends." You turned your head away from him, watching as strobe lights lit the night sky. "You can be dependent on whoever you want . . . I'm just not like that." It was a lie, of course. You depended on people more than anything. Eren, your next door neighbors Erwin and Levi, Armin, Mikasa . . . you just hated to admit it. "Alright" Bertholdt laughed out loud, "So you come over here and demand me to share my weed and you can't even pretend to go along with what I have to say? I see how it is" He jested, nudging you in your side lightly. Relaxing a bit, you let out your own laugh. "I'm a bit uptight, aren't I?" Bertholdt made a small gesture with his thumb and index finger. "Just a little bit" "It's okay, you can say a-lot-a-bit" You poked your tongue out from in between your lips, the familiar pressure of the high building up in the front of your head. A few moments of silence passed by as both you and Bertholdt watched strangers stumble by, tripping over their laces. "So are you . . . actually dating Eren? When we first met, you and Eren didn't seem to be exactly on . . . the same page . . . you know?" You let out a hefty sigh. He felt like he was walking on eggshells. "Well -" you began to answer his question honestly, but were interrupted by a few girls in the distance whispering. "What the hell is he wearing? Is he seriously wearing that sweater at a fucking party? Isn't that the guy who hangs out on campus and drinks monster like, every day?" Bertholdt pulled at the collar of his shirt, as though he were trying to relieve the choking feeling that was building in his throat. "And what about that girl next to him?" the other one chimed in, "Isn't that the girl that like, got so fucked at a party everyone had to leave and go home?" "Isn't she supposed to be Eren's girlfriend?" the first one scoffed, "What's she doing hanging out with some other guy what a -" "What a what?!" You let out a loud holler, practically ready to throw hands, "Come on! Finish the damn sentence -!" You were about to speak out more until you felt Bertholdt's hand grip gently at your upper arm, tugging you in the opposite direction. "Let's go sit in my car. It's quieter - which will probably make it a better place to talk about . . . you know, this whole debacle"

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Sitting in the passenger's seat, you couldn't help but squirm a little bit. "You didn't strike me as the kind of guy that drove a 2019 Kia Soul" You spoke, leaning your chair back as far as possible. "What did you expect? A 1999 Honda Civic?" "I mean . . ." You trailed off a bit, "Yeah . . . you know, it's a classic stoner car." "So you're stereotyping me?" He laughed, leaning over and opening the glover compartment. He pulled out the fake bottom, revealing a few more pre-rolled blunts underneath it. "Jesus - how much do you smoke?" You inquired, somewhat surprised. "A lot. And you would, too, if you lived the life I did." "Someone's moody." "I'm just being honest" He retorted, placing the pre-rolled blunt between his lips. For a second, the only sound that filled the air was the steady clicking of his lighter as he struggled to light the end of it. Upon finally lighting it, Bertholdt reached beside him - pulling at the seat's lever and sliding himself all the way back. As he puffed on the end of the blunt, smoke began to accumulate and fill the entire car. "You know, during moments like these, I wish I had a sunroof." "So everyone can smell the weed coming out of your car?" You asked sarcastically. He turned his head to face you, his eyebrows furrowing. When you squinted, you could see the red lining the whites of his eyes - indicating just how high he was climbing. "No, so I can see the stars." He answered bluntly. "I would have never guessed." He chuckled. "So . . . you aren't actually dating Eren?" Bertholdt asked, passing the blunt over to you. "No." You took the blunt from his hand, holding it between your index finger and thumb before bringing it to your lips. "In all honesty . . . I don't blame anyone for not asking you. To go around lying about dating someone . . . you'd have to be . . ." Bertholdt coughed as more smoke began to accumulate in the car, ". . . well . . ." "Insane?" You finished his sentence. "Yeah." More silence filled the air as the two of you passed the blunt between each other until he finally reached its bitter end. Bertholdt finished the end of the blunt, as you weren't a big fan of the way the last little bits of weed mixed with ash made your throat burn, before putting it out in the ashtray he kept in the car. "It wouldn't surprise me if he was a clinical psychopath" Bertholdt said. He paused for a second, staring up at the ceiling. The silence became deafening again as he furrowed his eyebrows in thought, his hands folded over his abdomen. "Are psychopaths the ones who don't have feelings? Or are those sociopaths?" Bertholdt appeared genuinely confused. "I can't remember." "Fuck if I know." You shrugged. "A sunroof would be pretty cool . . ." Your gaze lazily slid from looking outside of the passenger's window to staring directly at Bertholdt. "Either way, he's a complete mental case . . . hasn't really been the same since . . ." He squinted, ". . . since that thing in his life happened. But he wasn't always like this, you know - and he's not really a bad guy. Just . . . has a lot of baggage. He used to be really nice, just very angry and loud. Now he's just . . . very angry and quiet. Don't know what clicked in his brain." "Can we change the subject?" You asked, "This talk about Eren is really ruining my high." "Oh. Uh. Yeah. Sorry." His movements and statements were slow, primarily from the weed. Turning on his side, Bertholdt stared rather intently at you. "What are you looking at?" You asked him rather lazily. "You got -" Bertholdt reached his large hand out, gently pressing his index finger underneath your eye without a thought, "An eyelash." He also took the time to tuck a few stray hairs of yours behind your ear. You could feel your body temperature rise.

"Uh . . ." Bertholdt was beginning to panic a bit, suddenly aware of what exactly he had just done. "Sorry . . . I just . . ." He swallowed hard, suddenly jerking onto his back again and stared at the ceiling - his arms rigid at his sides. "I shouldn't have -" "When's the last time you had sex?" You asked bluntly. "E-Excuse me?" "That was really blunt. I'm sorry. It's just, you seem constantly anxious, which is ironic considering how much weed you smoke. Isn't weed supposed to relax you?" "Well, it does . . . most of the time. But

sometimes it can cause a bit of paranoia, you know . . . but for the most part, it kind of helps not think about some of the things that stress me out . . . but that's . . . that's not really important . . ." "I can fuck you, if you want. Like friends do." "L-Like friends do?!" Bertholdt practically choked. "Friends fuck? - I don't think -" "You can say no, if you want. I just thought I'd ask you because I thought it'd relieve you of some of the anxiety." A few months ago, you wouldn't have thought to ask a question this bold. However, in your string of hookups with Eren - you had learned firsthand that sex could be rough and even emotionless. But you imagined that with Bertholdt, it'd be different. For starters, the two of you actually got along - and he was nice to you. And if someone was nice to you, then you were nice back - right? And what was nicer than sex? You probably needed therapy. "Look honestly . . ." He was staring intently up at the ceiling now, squinting, "I'd love to . . . I mean I feel comfortable with you, I like talking to you, we get along . . . but . . ." He became a bit more nervous. How did someone even say that they were a virgin? It made him uncomfortable. "I haven't - you know - like I've done bits - but not -" Bertholdt let out a sign of defeat. "You probably think I'm a loser . . ." "No, I don't think -" "Oh, God!" Bertholdt propped himself up on his elbows, becoming increasingly more frantic as something in his brain seemed to click. "I don't want you to think that I brought you to my car just for sex! Please don't think of me like that - ! I'd never take advantage of someone -" "Hu?" You asked, raising a lethargic eyebrow, "Uh - no. I don't think that you're the type of guy to take advantage of anyone. I was the one who asked you" You were struggling to crawl over the console now, fumbling a bit. Bertholdt's hands came out to grab you by the elbows in order to give you better balance. Once you found your equilibrium, you pulled yourself over into his seat - straddling him. "You're just -" You dipped your head downwards, brushing your nose against his. "You're overthinking it. Don't overthink it." "Oh . . . okay . . ." He laid on his back, looking up at you. Anxiety dripped on his face and he couldn't help but reach upwards, resting his hand on the side of your face. "I just . . . I don't want this to be a high mistake, you know? Like I don't want this to be something where you have sex with me because you're upset. I don't want to be your mistake" "You -" Your dress was hitched up to your thigh now and when you shifted against his dick, he couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan. "- you're not a mistake" Your breath fanned against his face and he could feel his heartrate quickening in his chest. Tilting your head, you leaned forward - placing a very gentle kiss to his lips. - When your lips met his, Bertholdt felt as though a fire had been lit in his stomach. It took him a second to adjust, but soon he was lifting his head upwards - both hands on the side of your face as he returned the kiss with the same fervor. His hands slowly moved from the sides of your face, to your neck, and very hesitantly gripped at your ass. When his long, thin, fingers did grip at your ass, you couldn't help but grind down against his hardening dick in response. In all honesty, this wasn't how he planned on losing his virginity. In fact, he always somewhat hoped and assumed that the first time he had sex, it would be with Annie in a really nice hotel room after a few months of dating. But this? This was pretty fucking great, too. Your hands gripped at his face, pushing him back down in the chair as you slowly slipped your tongue between his lips, using it to push against his own tongue before biting the bottom of his lip and pulling it gently between your teeth before letting it ping back into place. The man looked obviously starstruck by the mere fact you were even touching

him. Your hips, which sat heavy on him, pushed downwards slowly and rocked. His breath hitched in his throat as you rocked against his dick, which was growing uncomfortably hard in his jeans. Instinctively, he rolled his hips against you - albeit a bit awkward and clunky. Is this really happening? he thought to himself. Man, Reiner was not going to believe this - and if he did, he was going to absolutely lose his shit. Your fingers trailed up underneath his shirt, trickling against his skin - causing him to shudder. Small gasps, sighs, and moans left his lips as you continued to grind against him. Dipping your head downwards, you stole another kiss - swallowing his moans in your own mouth. Soon, you broke the kiss - taking the time to drag your tongue down the right side of his neck, biting and sucking on the soft skin. When your mouth hit the crook of his neck, your lips latched themselves onto the skin - sucking and biting the same spot as you continued to grind down into him - the only thing separating you being the fabric of your very thin panties and his jeans. "Christ -" He breathed out. This man was going to go crazy. Soon, you became impatient and unzipped his pants, struggling a bit to push his jeans down. "Here -" He exclaimed excitedly, "Let me help -!" Bertholdt had lifted his hips a bit, shimmying his pants down his hips slightly but quickly became incredibly self-conscious when he realized that his dick was hard and pressing against his boxers. You palmed his dick, rubbing your hand gently in a back and forth motion against him. Bertholdt let out a moan that was so guttural, it startled him. "I bet you'd feel wonderful inside of me" You cooed. His face turned red and he turned his head away in embarassment. You captured his chin in your right hand, your left hand still palming him. "Look at me." You breathed out, "I want to see every expression you make." Bertholdt's eyebrows furrowed together with embarrassment as his lips parted involuntarily, his chest rising and falling at an accelerated rate. You couldn't help but mimic the mouth movements he was making, your mouth forming into various shapes as his did. "Keep eye contact with me." You breathed out. You were pushing down his boxers down, now, bringing them down to his upper thighs. Your eyes slid down to look at him. His dick was very clearly larger than average. Despite being long, it was fairly average in girth - cautioning on the skinnier side. It was only half-erect, pre-cum dripping from the tip, which seemed to fluster him even more. "I'm sor-" "Let me help" You interjected. Gently, you wrapped your hand around his cock - your hand gliding from the its base to the top. When your thumb gently rolled against the tip of his dick, his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. He was wriggling and shimmying beneath you as you continued to stroke at his cock. "Good boy" Your purred. He wasn't sure what it was about good boy but something about it drove him wild. His fingers curled against the palms of his hands before stretching outwards. As you used your free hand to move some hair from his forehead, Bertholdt nervously reached his hand up, letting it hover over your breast. "Can I -" "You can touch me." Hesitantly, Bertholdt pushed the strap of your dress down underneath your breasts and let gripped at the flesh, the entirety of his hand covering your entire breast. Nervously, his index finger and thumb pinched and pulled at your nipple. You couldn't help but moan yourself. "you . . ." Bertholdt found himself growing more confident, ". . . like that?" "Christ -" You breathed out, "I want to ruin you -" His dick grew fully erect in your hand at your statement.

"I'm gonna -" With your free hand, you began to work your underwear off your body. Eager to help rid you of your panties, Bertholdt helped guide the fabric off of you as well. You guided the tip of his cock to your entrance, "Are you ready - don't want to back out or anything?" "Back out?!" Bertholdt exclaimed, almost desperate, "God, no - please don't stop - " That was confirmation enough for you. When you lowered yourself onto him, Bertholdt leaned his head back. The hand stuff? That was pretty great. But this? Being inside of her felt so good he was pretty sure he could base an entire religion around how fantastic your slick pussy felt around his hard dick. As you slid up and down against him, Bertholdt let out small whimpers and whines - his hands gripping at your hips almost desperately. "You're so pretty -" He whimpered out, "You feel so good - keep going . . . please." Bertholdt's whimpers only encouraged you to bounce up and down faster, the sounds of how slick and wet both of you were filling the car alongside his whimpers, moans, and pleas for you to keep going. His hips rolled upwards to meet your in a way that was clunky and awkward, but cute nonetheless. Your fingers curled around the side of his neck, gripping his flesh gently. Surprisingly, he found that he enjoyed the way your small hands curled around his neck. In many ways, it made him feel like a toy beneath you meant to be used for your pleasure only - and admittedly, he liked that. When you squeezed his neck gently, he couldn't help but sputter a bit. Soon, you found your fingers slipping into his mouth - his sliding and wrapping around the appendages, sucking on them without a second thought.

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing everything in. The heavy high that kept him rooted on his back made it more excellent. As he continued to climb his high, his brain clouded by both pleasure and the extreme amounts of dopamine from his high, Bertholdt ran his hands over your body, pushing your dress further up your body. His heavy hand gripped at every bit of skin he could and you groaned as his hand ran up your abdomen.

"Sex while high feels like watching TV in 4K" You breathed out. He couldn't help but agree with and laugh at your comment. However, his laugh was swallowed by more moans as you began to pick up your pace, becoming more and more needy as you slid up and down his cock. "Smoking certainly does make most things b-better -" His statement was cut short as his body jutted dramatically "I'm -" He could feel a tingling sensation build up in his body, his legs beginning to twitch just a bit, "Close - are you -" Despite the immense amount of pleasure that was pooling in his body and his absolute inability to spit out a full, cohesive, sentences due to three of your fingers pressed into his mouth - he still found himself heavily concerned with your own pleasure. "Yeah -" Your choked out, feeling pleasure pool in your abdomen as the tip of his dick thrust into that perfect gummy spot inside of you. You dropped your head back, breathing heavy and accelerated as his thrusts upwards became sloppier and more desperate. As the smoke began to clear in the car, he finally reached his climax - his body tense as he came into you - spilling onto your thighs and the driver's seat of his car, which was now probably ruined. Shortly after, you reached your own orgasm - your wetness dribbling down his cock and dripping onto both your thighs and his own. There was a moment of awkward silence as you pulled yourself off of him and the two of you spend the next couple of minutes desperately trying to clean yourselves up. "That was -" You began. "Amazing." Bertholdt interrupted. "Yeah." You couldn't help but crack a smile. Bertholdt couldn't help but think to himself -

I can't believe I just lost my virginity in my Kia Soul.

[scarlet-fantasies]

can I request when they cheat or if their the type to? thanks ^^

Hi anon,

yes of course, sorry it's been taking forever but on the bright side it's a long post. I don't think I'm good with angst but I did my best. I included a fuckboy version too.

-Scarlet

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Prompt

Inbox is open

Cheating on their gf (hcs)

::Warning:: angst

::Description:: Just Eren and Zeke arguing and cheating on their gf.

General hcs (includes both)

I’m just gonna show you the dialogue for the most part for both brothers but I don’t think they are somewhat capable of cheating I think Eren might be if he thought the girl he had was easy. I see that Zeke might be more of a cheater than Eren cause Eren usually gets to clingy with his gf and meanwhile I think is all about the experience and playing around. But if we put them in the sense that they are fuckboys then Eren is more of a cheater.

Like hands down.

Zeke, on the other hand, is less of a cheater as a fuck boy he just kinda stays in the relationship or he just breaks up with you he doesn’t cheat as much. But I’m his regular state he’d cheat more. Idk it’s just what I see. Oh btw in a werewolf au, Zeke is the cheating type of boyfriend.

Anyways let’s get to the convos.

::Eren::

I picture that he came back from work and you two haven’t been married for long in this scene and maybe you might have a little toddler who’s asleep. Anyways you two are in the kitchen arguing. You were opening the cabinet still giving the silent treatment to Eren when he came clean with the truth which heart to hear.

“Y/n, I’ve been cheating on you.” He’d say looking down at tiles not knowing how to look at you.

You paused, before resuming back to everything. You’d bite your lip before saying, “Yeah I know.”

“That’s it you’re not mad?” He’d approach you not being able to understand.

You’d turn to Eren with your arms crossed, “No I’m not mad Eren. This just means I can do the same so there are no hard feelings.” You’d answer bitterly before turning your back to him again.

“Y/n. Please I love you.” He’d say apologetically resting a hand on your shoulder.

You’d turn to look at him again looking anger but only sighed. “Obviously if you cared you wouldn’t have started seeing someone else.”

He’d take your hand in his before looking up at you with sorrowful eyes. “Y/n I’m not seeing her anymore, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

You’d look at him unphased as you pulling your hand away from his. “You think that changes everything?”

“Look I know it doesn’t but I don’t want to see you like this.” He’d explain with a frown whilst you looked fed up with your husband’s affair.

“Do you love her?” You’d ask dryly.

“What? No!” He’d shake his head at your assumption.

“Don’t lie to me Eren!” You’d tell, now losing yourself bc he was lying right to you but you wanted to test him on his honesty.

“I swear—“

“Then why did you give her a ring?!” You’d argue.

“No, that’s not true. Look I just—I used to like her too. I’m not gonna lie.” He’d say regretful of actually feeling that way.

Eren could see how quickly your eyes flashed from angry to hurt.

“So, you l-love her?” You’d mumble loud enough for him to hear.

“. . . Y/n—please I didn’t know what to do.”

You’d snap hearing this, “Oh, really? Then let me make it simple for you. If you loved me, and then you started to love someone else, don’t choose me!”

“Y/n I’m sorry! But I do love you, I still love you and I always will! So please don’t leave.”

Hearing his words you’d while your tears away as you’d try to walk away only for him to follow.

You’d turn around to face him as he caught your arm, “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me h-hate you?” You’d ask tears streaming down your face as you waited for an answer.

“What? No.”

“Then why did you do it, Eren? W-why? We were h-happy!”

“I don’t know.” He’d frown while wiping the tears on your cheeks away.

“Am I not enough to you!? What is it my hair? My weight? My eyes?” You’d yell still crying.

“No, no, no.”

“Then what? What is it that I don’t have for you to do this!? Tell me! Why am not enough to you!?” You’d scream pushing him away from you.

“You are enough! I Just don’t know why I did it okay.”

“So that’s just it? You just didn’t care so you just went with her.”

“No that’s not—“

“Eren, if you weren’t ever interested then why did you pursue it? I don’t choose people easily and I don’t fall in and out of love easily. Okay?!”

“Y/n I’m sorry—“

“Sorry? Is that all you can say?! . . . You were the only person I ever cared for, I was faithful while you were sleeping with her. What did I ever do to deserve this?”

“Nothing!”

“Then why did you have to do this to me Eren? You had me, you were enough for me. You always used to say I was enough for you.”

“And you are.”

“I’m really not to sure about that. Because it looks like to me that that whore is enough to you.” You’d frown before walking away from him and not talking to him for the rest of the night.

Now as a fuck boi it would be a whole different story. And I picture you two have a daughter. And Eren has gotten better with you and things were looking up and all and bc he was picking himself up and he was going to be a better father and then he could see his daughter but he just blew it tbh. You went to see just him bc you wanted to tell him that he should see his baby bc he’s really improved and changed. but after seeing the hoe he was with you just had to have a fight.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Out.”

“Y/n-“

“I—I just need some air, and maybe when I g-get back we can talk about this o-okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“To see my friends? The beach? I don’t know Eren?! Like as if you’d even care.”

“You’re not leaving.” He’d say approaching you as you were getting ready to leave.

“Get out of my way . . . Eren? Move.”

“No.”

“Eren stop it, move.” You’d argue being block by him. See this you hit his chest only for him to grab ahold of you.

“No, ugh let go of me! This is your fault Damn it!” You screamed at him whilst try to hit and kick him as he didn’t let you go. He wasn’t hurting you he was just preventing you from hitting him and leaving.

“Y/n stop, stop fighting me! Look, I didn’t do this to hurt you. She just came on to me.” He’d argue trying to hold you still as you look like you wanted to cry.

“Oh really, how many times is a woman going to come on to you Eren?! Huh?! How many?! How many more?!” It’s true it wasn’t the first time this happened but all those times you weren’t exactly with Eren. You were fighting with him for a good while bc he didn’t want to get help and support his kid.

“Shut up, you’re the one that left all those times!” He’d yell releasing you from his grip.

“I left for our child! Our daughter, Eren!” You cried a hand resting on your chest as you felt your heart as tears streamed down your face.

“Oh right the one you didn’t give me any custody to?” He’d point, being annoyed at the fact he could only see his daughter if you allowed it.

“You never wanted a baby and you made it clear so I never forced you to be a dad, okay?!”

“I never said I didn’t want her, I love her! Even if I haven’t seen her!” He’d shout hitting his fist on the counter, he hated it when you said he didn’t care, bc he actually did care.

“You are unstable Eren, I did it to keep her safe. What’s wrong with you? When I first met you, you were nothing like this. . . I remember when we first talked about kids you always used to say that you wanted a better life for them if we ever had any . . . What happened to that, Eren? Where’s the Eren I met? That I fell in love with—The one that didn’t cheat on me all the time?!” You’d scream, tears running down your face.

It hurt to hear this and hurt him even more than it was making you be like this. He wished he could take it all back. “Things are different now. Stop trying to change me into the man you want me to be.”

But still, you proceeded to rant.“All those nights I left you it was for her! So that she could have something, something better! And all you did was sleep with someone else just like your father!!” You’d yell pointing a finger at him.

“Don’t ever talk about him!” He’d shout. It’s true his father was a mess and treated Eren’s mom horrible and he never wanted to talk about it.

“Oh what? Did I touch a nerve?! Did I hurt you Eren?! Well, I can definitely tell you one thing, it never hurts as much as when a family is counting on you. I bet that’s what you’re mother felt all the time, didn’t she? If that’s the case then why hell do you keep doing it to me!?”

“Shut up, you don’t know what that was like!” Now he looked hurt.

“Look Eren, I’m sorry you had to go through that growing up! I’m sorry your father did that to your mother and that he wasn’t there for you. But you need to grow up and take responsibility! You screwed up and you left me alone when I needed you most, when our daughter needed you! If you cared even just the slightest you would’ve been there for us but instead, you decided to sleep around!”

“I do care! And I slept with girls bc we were on and off! I was angry I made a mistake when I did that. But I love you both! And you can’t tell me that’s not true because I want to Rehab for the both of you! I tried!”

You’d shake your head left and right as you cried. “Then why did you stop, Eren? If you love us don’t stop. All we want is for you to get better and come home. I’m not saying you need to be with me but just be there for our daughter Eren. Be better than your dad. Get out of this whole and come home.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I don’t wanna stop for you both, I don’t want to keep making mistakes but even if I change I can’t be a good father to her.”

“Yes you can, she needs you and I’m here. So please don’t make any more mistakes.” You’d frown looking at him, your hands cupping his face as he looked to be on the verge of tears.

“You don’t need to apologize to me, apologize to our daughter when you get better.” You’d continue as you wiped a tear away from his cheek.

“You know this is why I love you.” He’d say embracing you into a hug.

“I-I love you too.” You cried, hoping that he’d come home at one point.

Okay, so this one needed better? Idk but you get the point.

::Zeke::

You two were happy, nothing was going wrong or anything.

But of course, there had to be ups and downs in life.

You just didn’t expect to be something as horrible as this.

I feel like in a modern au setting, Zeke’s biggest problem is that he doesn’t believe in commitment and he isn’t a big fan of it. Like it’s hard for him to care a lot tbh.

Like he’s dated a fair amount of women but he just moves on quite quickly.

So yes he’s cheated before and he’s always the one to break up, but now it was your turn.

Also I feel like he might be the type to have you walk in on him.

“You wanted to see me today, you miss me that much?” He’d smile approaching you about to give you a kiss on the lips.

You’d doge his kiss, looking up at him with a stressed expression. “I called you over because were over, Zeke.”

His brows arched at this, “Babe, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head before mustering up the courage to not get angry. “Do you think I’m delusional?”

“What, no.”

“Why did you do it then?!”

“What are you talking about?!”

“Zeke, I saw you. You told me you had to cancel but you were kissing her on your motorcycle like it was no big deal . . .”

“Y/n-”

“H-how do you even just!?--How do you go on not feeling guilty, at all?” You’d ask, your voice was soft and your eyes glassy.

It was hard to believe it was all happening and truly wished it was just some nightmare but it wasn’t.

“Y/n I told you I’m not big on commitment.” He’d frown looking down feeling horrible, mostly bc of how you were taking this.

“I know that! But damn it, you could’ve just broken up with me at least!”

“I didn’t want to--”

“I don’t wanna be kept in the dark! You hurt me more by not telling me.”

“Y/n, listen to me—“

You shook your head not wanting to hear his explanation for hurting you. “Don’t you think I have the right to know if you’ve moved on at least?! . . .”

“Hey, hey, look at me. I feel guilty every day I wronged you.”

“S-Stop lying! You could’ve talked to me, or even by the phone or by text! Why’d you have to go and rip my heart out?!”

“I don’t know! I don’t know why I can’t just stay with someone Y/n, I never feel complete!”

“So then when I asked you you were lying just so I’d stay with you.”

“No, I didn’t lie-“

“Zeke!”

“Look, you are very good to me and I don’t deserve that and I’ve said that. We’ve talked about this c’mon.”

“I know we have, but that doesn’t justify anything that you did. I don’t care that you moved on, Zeke. What matters is that you didn’t have the decency to tell me.” You’d say wiping a few tears away.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t always work!”

So yeah I think it would end there and I don’t see them going back and working things out.

Tbh once you break up with someone it’s kind of. a deal by that point.

Don’t take my advice but I just don’t believe in going back with your ex. Like most of the time there was a reason you broke up, so stay that way.

But I mean some circumstances are different.

Here is another convo, I picture this convo more if he’s a werewolf and your human. Cause yeah that’s just a thing and I see it, so here we go.

“Zeke—“

“I told you not to stay with me, Y/n. Now you have a reason to go.”

“Oh so is that how you intend to push me away, because I’m good to you, you just have to throw it away.”

“I’m not throwing you away Y/n! I’m giving you a better shot at life, where you can walk out that door right now! With no strings attached.”

“So you don’t even care that you did it?”

“I can’t change who I am, I’ve told you that. And you were okay with it. So why is it so important for you to change that?!”

“I’m not trying to change you, I can’t even control you. If you’re changing, that’s because it’s your doing. Even tho I know that you weren’t committed, I can’t force you to change!”

“Then why did you stay?!”

“Because I cared; because you didn’t hurt me, I loved you and I had hope. But after what you’ve done it makes it so much harder to even look at you. And I’m not talking about what you’ve done to others in past, I’m talking about right now, what you did to me. You cheated on me, not just because you don’t care but in hopes of pushing me away. Is that it, or am I wrong?”

He’d look at you with his cold eyes before answering, “. . . No.”

“So then, we’re done here.” You’d say before walking out the door, just like he wanted you to. Although it seemed he wanted the exact opposite this moment and he most definitely wasn’t getting what he wanted.

You two may or may not patch things up I feel undecided on this one.

As a fuckboy he also doesn’t believe in being committed and he doesn’t care.

He’s probably heavily on drugs and hasn’t been in love ever since he was a teen.

Now he just doesn’t want to know anything about real relationships.

“God, you make a big deal out of everything.” He’d say annoyed.

“Oh really?!” You’d snap.

“Yeah, what’s the big deal anyway? We weren’t even on speaking terms.”

“Zeke, just because we fight doesn’t give you the right to do any of this.”

He’d look at you only to answer with a smart remark. “Huh, but you have the right to leave whenever you want?”

You’d narrow your eyes in confusion and sadness, “I’m not bound to you, and neither are you. So if you want to end this, then fine. Let’s end it.”

“You are such a drama queen.” He’d shake his head completely ignoring you as he was about to light a cigarette.

You to snatched the object from his hand before tossing it afar. “So that’s just how it is, women are always crazy right!? Men, always have the right when she’s crazy don’t they?!”

“You need to relax it was just a fling.” He’d say looking at you in what seemed to be an annoyance.

“No! I will not relax about your meaningless flings. Do you know what it’s like to hope or wait on someone who’s slacking in rehab?!” You’d scream, being fed up with him.

“If you’re so disappointed about my choices why don’t you get a new boyfriend!?” He’d argue.

“Maybe I will then!” You’d hold back your tears.

“Fine!”

“Fine!” You’d yell before leaving him.

After this convo you would just be sad that he didn’t stop you and that he didn’t care, even just a little.

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[sunlightandsuffering]

I have another btl hc. Mikasa is smart istg but so innocent at the same time and when Eren is fucking her, she just becomes a little dumb bitch. Eren loves how she can't say something coherent or how she cries bc his dick it's too big and she is trying to take it. So when he is really horny (all the time) he's breeding kink show up and start to ask her if she knows how the babies are made, she is to busy being fucked dumb and just say no with the head

Idk why a man explaining this to me while he is hitting makes me horny lmfo

STOP THIS IS SO HOT I LOVE IT!! NO I totally get u anon, something about being fucked so dumb u can't think just 🥵🥵 I think this might be better in corruption AU? Because in that one Mikasa is like crazy smart, she's only a little bit ditzy when it comes to Eren and I could totally see this happening especially bc Eren has his whole complex about secretly hating her. He'd be so happy if he fucked her so dumb she didn't know.

Eren doesn't know why this turns him on so much, probably some psychologically messed up crap but he can't help it, it's so hot. Smart, elite, prim Mikasa at his mercy, the smartest girl in their grade and his tutor, in his arms while he fucks her into the navy blue sheets of his bed. Her eyes are glassy, glazed over a bit, she's cum so many times now he can't blame her. The first when he'd eaten her out and then when he'd teased her with her vibrator until she screamed for him, and now as he hits her deep, every time, his fat cock disappearing inside her so easily, she's so sensitive, letting out these sweet little whimpers whenever he bumps at her cervix.

Eren leans in closer, one hand holding himself up above her while the other holds her leg up to his shoulder for better access and she cries as he stretches it back a little further, forcing himself deeper. He's close, so close, his stomach muscles twitching with how he holds back but he wants something, he's not entirely sure what until he opens his mouth, but Mikasa at his mercy is everything. "'M gonna cum inside you Miks."

She squints her eyes shut, nodding as she bites her lip, completely engulfed by the pleasure. He pushes just a little more, "Know what happens when I do that Mikasa?" Her eyes open up a little bit, tilting her head curiously and he hits her just right, she whines around him.

"Mikasa, I asked you a question?" He stops his motion, letting himself rest inside her for a second and it's so deliciously warm and tight, it's everything. She shakes her head aggressively, "No, Ren, please?" She doesn't even care, that's obvious and he smirks. "Baby so fucked out she doesn't know huh?"

She's still shaking her head, in the fog of lust and he moves just slightly, circling his hips, his cock moving inside her for her honesty and she sighs in relief.

"Should I tell you Miks? Tell my little slut how if I fuck her she'll get pregnant?" Mikasa nods, as soon as soon as she hears the phrase "fuck her" she's nodding so vehemently her whole body shakes. And Eren can't say no, not to her. He resumes a slow pace inside her, rocking into her all the way, his hips connecting with her, giving it to her deep so she can feel every precious inch of him, all that he's got to give.

"First baby, I fuck you nice and deep, make sure you're all wet for me, just like you are now." Her hands grip his arm for purchase, "Then," he picks up his pace, thrusting a little harder, "you start squeezing me, lets me know you want to take it, you want to take all my cum, fuck." He groans as he feels her walls contract around him, another orgasm for his pretty girl. she's convulsing in his arms and he doesn't care how overstimulated she is, he hits her womb every time, leaning in to whisper, "I fuck you so deep you can feel me in ur tummy yeah?In your womb, that's where I'm gonna put a baby."

He moves a hand down to rub at her stomach, slowing down again and Mikasa cries for him, "Eren please!" He's rubbing it so tenderly, his brain fogged with Mikasa, all nice and round with his kid, and he knows she's on birth control right now, but fuck one day.

He picks up his pace brutally, Mikasa basically permanently pressed into the bed, no escape, all she can do is take him, take his cock and nothing else. "Then baby, when I'm as deep as I can get," he groans as her hands tangle in his hair, "I give you all my cum, and you take it baby. All of it." And that's exactly what she does as Eren paints her walls white, shooting as deep as he can get, pulling her thighs up to tilt her hips back so she can keep it all inside. She might be on birth control now, but this is good practice for one day.

[jacqcrisis]

ok, so... i hope I'm not bothering you or anything by going into your tags and liking every single thing I can find about the fallout AU. I just, really love the story. and also, I'm reading Watch the Tide Come I and I'm on the verge of a breakdown because it's so good I cannot believe it's even real. Honesty, you're so talented that makes me want to cry everytime a read a tender scene between them. (Or maybe I'm just feeling quite emotional lately? likely, but my point still stands!) i know you haven't even finished Show Me How to Dance yet, but I can't help but wonder if you any other project on the horizon for us? thank you for being such an incredible person and for putting your work out there for us 💕

Thank you for all your kind words! I’m glad you’re enjoying my stuff! Also, listen, I genuinely enjoy when people find the tags and shift through them. Whether its for beach fic, or the fallout au, or any of the writing tags, it makes me extremely happy to see.

The potential project on the horizon is editing beach fic into something publishable. I gotta talk to some people about it, but I'm more than tentatively interested in doing it just so I can hold something physical in my hand and be like 'I did this'. Also I really like how Tide turned out and I want a version not beholden to its original context. That sounds neat.

As for fanfiction projects...idk. I'm not having the itch for anything right now. I started fallout au to keep me thinking about hades while I was doing the zine. There will most likely not be another hades fic from me cause i’ve tapped out on it and there’s not really any other fandoms that are bringing up the ole writing itch at the moment. Might be a bit dormant on that front until something sparks my interest though I’ll probably also work on some original stuff (either timeloop or orc marriage cause those are the most interesting to me right now) in the meantime

Anyways, thank you again!

[bansheeoftheforest]

Look!! Another dead bird for you!!

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Okay, have you seen Wolf Children? Because that's my thought process here. One of Jekyll's parents was a cat-shifter and Jekyll inherited that ability. When he gets emotional he can start transforming, so at times he might have to hastily smooth his hair back in an attempt to hide a sudden cat ear or something. Nobody knows what he is because his human parent was kinda sorta ashamed about him, so he's hidden it all his life.

Just.. Cat Jekyll napping in Maijabi's lap. He feels so guilty because no one knows it's him but Maijabi pets so gently and coos at him in a language he isn't quite fluent in and he feels so safe. Cat Jekyll going to injured Lodgers to purr and nuzzle them. Cat Jekyll pointedly knocking things off of tables that could very well end in Lodger stupidity if left intact. Cat Jekyll climbing Adam/Creature and he is so enamoured with this little animal that doesn't fear him in the slightest.

Okay but also Jekyll slipping up in human form. He slow blinks at Jasper and Maijabi and Zosi and everyone else he likes. He starts to purr whenever he's happy and scrambles to cover it with a cough. He plays with string and gets tangled in it. He hears someone mention that Jekyll Jr. looks a bit funny with his curled ears and bob tail and just grumbles 'that's a standard appearance for Highlander cats, you arseholes-'

Does he bring people dead animals? Does Hyde? Hyde definitely would, just 'oh there's Rachel! I'm gonna put a dead mouse in her pocket :3' and she gets a feelimg of deja vu because it feels like Hyde's pranks but cats don't prank do they?? Cat Hyde showing off his new injuries proudly to the others then trying to run away when they try to patch him up because NO, he wants them to SCAR so he can look TOUGH.

If you go the Jekffin route, maybe Griffin's cat is normally skittish of others but just.. adores Jekyll. They're always rushing to greet him and rub on his legs and Jekyll just understands their body language and needs so well and is so patient with them and ah FUCK, he's crushing on Jekyll, god this is the worst-

Y'all at this point I get so many dead critters from you guys I could make a tiny graveyard sdfsdf

I have not seen wolf children but in all fair honesty, it looks like something my weeb-friend-trying-to-force-me-to-watch-anime would force me to watch <3 ANYWAYS. Still love that idea. Ooohohoho I don't know what's better, his father being the catshifter and his mother being deeply ashamed of the relationship combined with the premarital stuff bc of societal rules (hence why she was immediately scolding Henry for that dead bird) or his mother being the catshifter in a classic fairytale-esque way but being ashamed of it herself or knowing the father is ashamed about it, trying to hide all cat-ness with both her and Henry... Mmm, angst and parental trauma my beloved <3

...My brain immediately started thinking Henry's father getting seduced by a catshifter, accidentally fathering Henry, only for the catshifter to leave bby Henry on his doorstep and then just... Fuck off into the woods again. Does not make sense bc Henry has a mo- NO WAIT. OOHOH I GOT A BRANCH IDEA. His father already being married when Henry was born or his father marrying when he already had Henry, but telling Henry that his wife is his mom and that Henry was cursed from birth and that's why he can transform into a cat? Idk if Highlanders can be black but especially if he is a black cat??? ohoohohhoho ...Maybe that's why Morcant took such a liking to him immediately when they met, because he was supernatural? oohohoOHOO

I also just want to imagine that, despite his catness, his parents still loved him, even if they were a bit ashamed of who he was. Bby Jekyll having nightmares and it made him so upset he is stuck in cat form for a bit, creeping down the stairs to find his parents in the living room in front of the fireplace, him slowly creeping up on them and his parents immediately cuddling and doting on him when they see him... <3 (also this is just a bit of a branch, any other idea /idea for how Henry's relationship w his parents are welcome! <3)

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I'm half if Maijabi should know about Jekyll being the cat bc of his spirit eye or not, bc that is used so much in my aus that it's kinda becoming cliche so I'm going to use the route that he doesn't. Just finding this lil cat with funny ears and a bobtail and immediately taking a liking to it. Debating adopting him because he knows that Jekyll would not have had the heart to kick Jr out if he has already adopted him. Scratching him under his chin and being the only one allowed to rub his belly. Henry getting so used to Maijabi's cuddles that the moment he is near him (in cat form) he stands on his hind legs and reaches his front legs up like a child wanting to get picked up and Maijabi always chuckles and picks him up, resting him against his shoulder. Henry sometimes getting a bit possessive bc Maijabi is his favorite lodger and tries to groom his beard and hair because it's always so wild. Maijabi just getting used to carrying a basket around or an extra shirt where JR can hang in bc he is so clingy and always wants attention. The Lodgers joking that Jekyll JR can sense sadness like a shark can smell blood and immediately rushes towards them to cuddle the everloving fuck out of them. The Lodgers cooing over him and telling him that he is so smart when he accidentally saves them from disaster, making sure to give him extra treats. Henry prowling the Society where he suddenly meets Adam. Adam stops dead in his tracks, having never seen this tiny cat before and being thoroughly confused as to why he isn't running away from him. Henry immediately walking up to him and rubbing his face against his leg, Adam hesitantly crouching down and reaching out his hand and Henry continues to happily sniff them and rub his face against them in that "I'm going to rub my teeth against your hand so you are mine now and you can't do anything about it" kinda way, Adam being close to tears bc this is the first time a living thing hasn't immediately run in fear away from him, Henry immediately using him as a stepping stool and climbing his arm until he can lounge over his broad shoulders, which quickly becomes his favorite nap spot.

(Adam secretly being very very amused when this tiny lil cat loves him immediately but hisses at Frankenstein)

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Catboy Henry my beloved <3 Henry often not noticing how long he lets his nails grow until he accidentally scratches a Lodger (or the Lodgers clip his claws in cat form and it suddenly feels like his nails are going down to his bone. He never forgives them for that, even if he reluctantly accepts the treats). Loving to run his hand through his own hair with the perfect excuse that he is just making sure it doesn't get in his eyes. Him being so caught up in an experiment he doesn't notice that happy little butt wiggle he makes when he is focused. Him just being very loud and very yelly whenever someone isn't listening or giving him attention (although it's much more whiney and "PaaaaYyYYY aaaAAaAattention to meeEEeEEeEEE" kinda way). Just... Oh my god. Such an adorable lil bastards sjdfhsjdfh jshd <3<3<3

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I have a feeling his instincts would get the best of him and he would start hunting the rodents around the Society when he is bored or hungry. Sometimes he sees a Lodger staying up late and the cat in him decides that they are not taking care of themselves and if they aren't taking care of themselves, they need food. Or that they have done such a good job and they deserve a reward. Maybe the longer he stays in cat form the more he gets into that "cat mindset" and doesn't realize what he just did until he is human again. Just... Drags a dead mouse over to a Lodger, jumps onto their table, proudly sets it down, and yells for them to get a snack. Maybe he would do a good job at hunting the invisible mice around the Society? Hyde definitely would hunt and bring in dead animals just because, although mostly bc he wants to show off his hunting skills. Him parading injuries and running away when people try to help him is so on brand sdfsdfsdfs

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Griffin's cat loving Henry more than Griffin my beloved <3 Griffin realizing quite quickly that if he can't find his cat, they're with Henry. Griffin being so confused as to why his cat was never scared of Henry when they were even scared of Maijabi and Lavender. Griffin wondering if his cat genuinely fell in love with Jekyll JR bc he always finds them cuddled up together. Would Henry be able to understand Griffin's cat and be able to speak with them? Would he understand other animals as well? Jekyll and Cat having a deep conversation about the best lodger to cuddle or who gives them the best treats <3

[deathbydarkelves]

So here's the timeline for my personal AU, where all my fics and art take place (minus that one drawing of Cathala and Tarinne in Ardenweald but shhhh). Basically everything up until BfA is the same, except there's a much longer period in between events. Year dates start at the beginning of Warcraft 1 with the opening of the Dark Portal, for clarity (and because that's how it is on Wowpedia). I can't necessarily account for every single canon character who's age has been flip-flopped a million times, but if my new timeline means Jaina is in her early 50s now or whatever, so be it. I'm not a coward, unlike the cishet men at Blizzard.

Note: Since I want to keep the burning of Teldrassil, but am fully aware Sylvanas as a character had like... no lead up to doing that... I'll need to workshop her character arc to make it make sense 😅 I have some ideas.

Note #2: This is heavily focused on what happens with the night elves because in all honesty, I mostly made this to soothe my aching night elf-loving heart. At last I can know some semblance of peace.

Year 0 - First War begins

3 - First War ends

4 - Second War begins

8 - Second War ends

20 - Third War begins

22/23 - Third War ends

27 - whatever happened in vanilla WoW, I still don't know

29 - Burning Crusade

32 - Wrath of the Lich King

36 - Cataclysm

38 - Mists of Pandaria

?? - idk I guess Warlords or whatever. I don't remember much of that expansion and I'm honestly just cutting it entirely lol I think that's fine. The environments were beautiful but idfk what happened in the story.

43 - Legion

45 - Fourth War begins with the burning of Teldrassil

-Most of the events carry out as they did in-game. Azerite, the night elves won the Battle for Darkshore, Stromgarde was reclaimed by the Alliance (had to google the outcome of that one bc blizz sucked at getting that info across. or maybe that was just me), the same general stuff with Zandalar and Kul Tiras, blah blah blah, except all the stuff with N'Zoth never happened.

-After Tyrande leaves as the Night Warrior, Malfurion becomes the temporary leader of the night elves, aided by Shandris.

47 - Fourth War ends

-Night Warrior Tyrande disappears with Maiev on a mission to hunt down Sylvanas, who herself disappeared after killing Saurfang.

-While the Horde ditches the idea of a warchief and settles on having a ruling council instead bc they're not stupid, internal friction in the Alliance grows.

49 - Portions of Darkshore are habitable again, courtesy of druids from both factions. Not many people want to move back though, as a recent warzone isn't really the most homely or welcoming place. Similar thing goes for Arathi.

50 - My fic, Black Rain (beta title), begins and ends (it takes place over like a week lol). Technically not much of massive importance happens, as I'm writing it to be a standalone, self-contained story, but this is my timeline so I'm including it.

Future

-Tyrande and Maiev kill Sylvanas after tracking her down in Northrend, where she and her loyalists were planning on hiding out for a while until the dust settled.

-Tyrande returns to her role of High Priestess and begins severing already strained ties with the Alliance, in preparation for another long period of isolation for the night elves.

-The Alliance finds another allied race to fill the gap and keep the factions balanced jk

-There is an exodus of most night elves (and some worgen) from the Eastern Kingdoms back to Kalimdor, with a new capital forming around Nordrassil, as they settle into what's essentially a second Long Vigil. Tyrande agrees on a "don't fuck with us, and we won't fuck with you" policy with Orgrimmar. Darkshore, Moonglade, Winterspring, Felwood, Mount Hyjal, most of Ashenvale, and portions of Stonetalon become incredibly risky territory for outsiders as the night elves heavily fortify their borders.

-The sword in the planet gets fixed, somehow. Might have to wait and see how Blizzard decides on doing it before I settle on a method. Either their idea is good and I steal it, or it's bad and I fix it.

-And then everyone gets to relax for a while. Well, if you're not an Alliance politician, because after the Fourth War there's a lot of questioning the validity and intelligence of monarchies, especially HUMAN monarchies because why the hell did we let this college student lead nations in a war? Also why is the shortest-lived race the leader of the Alliance at all? Maybe this leads to a civil war, I think that would be spicy and interesting.

-Lordaeron/Undercity is cleared of Plague and technically habitable again.

-Gilneas is properly reclaimed by the Gilneans/Alliance. (Unless it already has been? idk all the pages I read were confusing)

-N'Zoth and Azshara will have to be dealt with some day, but not for a little while.

-The Horde and Alliance probably fight some more I guess. I haven't thought that far ahead.

Again, I mostly made this to soothe my bleeding elf-loving heart, and this is all extremely self-indulgent. Canon Warcraft lore is in a bad place right now, but it's all made up anyway so I'm just gonna make up my own version and go with that. I'm here for a good time not a long time. And I'm calling this my comfort AU. Might as well just say it like it is.