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i read this already but never posted my response to it 🥲 let's get into it sista

love reign 😂 stay ready so you don't have to get ready 😂 she got her spinnanight bag packed and ready 😂 iktr gurl

they can't even act right on the elevator he feeling all up on her she moaning and breathing hard might as well say fuck it and hit the emergency button

buss it wide open in the elevator let's give the ppl a show pookie

this nigga almost knocked the door off the hinges getting into the bathroom

"....the more you come for me, the more you become mine. you ready for that?"

Sir please don't threaten me with a good time 🥲

oh we are def gonna be saying please and thank you we you give em that 🍆 and take IT ALL

"Yeah?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You feel...so good here. I don't want this to just be tonight."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she pressed her forehead to his chest, letting the water cascade over them as she whispered, "Then don't let it be."

this moment right here was so sweet and i know it's hard for him to believe that good things are allowed to happen to him but him and reign are a sure thing😍😍🥰

YES sir you gotta shoot the club up fuck a condom bitch(jky'all please practice safe sex)

Terry is so nasty 🫠🥵 he trynna put her through the mattress and my girl can't even get her self together

"Say thank you for making me cum daddy" 😩🙂‍↕️🫢

please talk to me like that right in my ear and i'd die

@sweettea-and-honeybutter i loved it and i love them

Take You There IV

Song that inspired this chapter...it was actually a few honestly

A/N: This was meant to come out yesterday, I just didn't realized how detailed I was gonna make it 🥲 I should know myself better than that by now. I barely proof read this, I pulled an all nighter with it cause ADHD hyper fixation aint no joke, so excuse any typos im too delirious rn to catch them. Also I had Back 2 Luv by Grimm Lyn on repeat for this chapter too 👀

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Reign Adisa (black female OC)

Warning: smut! fucking finally! because you've all been so patient 💕 and I just wanna say that its only up from here 🤭 now that they've finally done it?!?! How will they ever stop??

Word Count: 4,764

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Chapter 4

Reign followed Terry’s SUV through Houston’s winding night traffic, her foot itching to press harder on the gas whenever his tail lights flashed ahead. At every red light, she’d rev her engine playfully, catching his raised eyebrow in the rearview mirror and the hint of a smirk each time he glanced back at her. Her thoughts raced, and she squirmed in her seat, the A/C on high but doing little to cool the warmth of her anticipation.

When they finally pulled into his gated complex, Terry waited by the entrance, gesturing her through the gate and leading her to a spot next to his. He stepped out of his SUV, watching as she grabbed her things, including a sparkly pink “spennanight” bag that caught the light as she slung it over her shoulder.

"I am nothing if not a prepared woman, Terry," she said with a playful shrug, noticing the amused way he looked at her bag.

He took a step closer, his hand finding her waist with a possessive ease, fingers pressing just enough for her to feel the strength in his grip. His voice dropped as he leaned in. “Oh, I’m starting to see that Reign. And I like that… a lot.”

Without another word, he guided her toward the entrance, his hand firm on her waist as they walked. The energy between them was electric, sparking with tension, and Reign felt her breath catch at the intensity radiating from him. He’s just as needy, she can tell, he’s just better at masking it. Terry’s grip was a silent promise, one that sent a thrill through her as they stepped into the dim, private world of his building.

Even the elevator ride was excruciating. His grip on her kept her from swaying to the bland music playing overhead, forcing her to remain still as heat pooled between her thighs. Reign let out a soft whine, feeling her heartbeat race south, where her clit still felt ghosts of his touch. Terry smoothed his big hand from her waist, firmly down to cup her ass, shushing her as his touch grew deliberate, his deep voice doing little to calm her.

“Patience baby girl, I won’t make you wait much longer I promise.” Reign let out the most dramatic sigh of relief when the elevator doors opened and practically skipped out into the hallway, Terry following close behind with an amused chuckle. He showed her to his door, unlocking it and entering first, scanning the familiar shadows as he switched on the lights. Reign stepped in and was immediately struck by the space. His loft fit him perfectly: strong, quietly confident, and magnetically stylish.

As soon as Reign moved further into his apartment, she was immediately met with Houston’s skyline, the industrial windows giving her a stunning panoramic view. His living room was divided by a dark leather couch that looked both inviting and like something he never actually used. It faced an expensive looking suede ottoman that sat on top of a dark gray rug, softening up the feel of his sitting area. His large tv mounted on the wall was framed by a few minimalistic art prints in black and white, abstract and slightly edgy, yet tasteful.

Reign ran her fingers over the couch’s leather as she walked in, turning to face the rest of his apartment, noticing a dark sleek kitchen next to a spiral staircase that led to his lofted bedroom. His room looked like a cave from this angle behind the metal railing up there. She could imagine someone like him never actually wanting to leave a home this reclusive.

And the smell—it was unmistakably him, a blend of sandalwood, whiskey, and something richly spicy that filled her senses the moment she walked in. Reign’s mouth watered as she took it all in, feeling like she’d walked into a private corner of Terry’s mind. She looked over her shoulder at him, and he watched her with a glint of pride in his eyes, clearly pleased with her reaction.

"Your home is so nice, Terry. It really suits you,” she gave him a little smile gesturing to the shadows, “maybe a little too serious at first glance… but there’s something comforting about it."

Terry stepped closer, his gaze intense as he watched her move around more comfortably. "I like having you here, Reign." His voice was low, his words laced with a budding possessiveness that sent goosebumps racing across her skin. She noticed the way his fingers twitched as if he had to keep himself from reaching out to touch her right then.

She nodded, biting her lip, trying not to let her shy nature win over in this moment, not when it feels like it took her a lifetime to get here with him. She forced herself to hold his gaze, voice coming out breathless as she suggested, "why don’t I go get the shower started for us?"

Terry’s eyes darkened to a murky green, his stance relaxing as he nodded. "Upstairs to the left, I’ll be right behind you," he said, his voice thick with yearning.

With a final look, Reign headed for the spiral staircase, feeling his gaze attempt to undress her as she ascended, her heart pounding with each step.

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Reign tied her braids up around themselves in a messy bun, her fingers trembling as she stripped off her clothes, her skin prickling at the rush of cool air as she leaned over to turn the shower on. Her glasses fogged as the heat rose around her, blurring the room in a soft haze. She could hear Terry moving around just on the other side of the bathroom door, and her entire body pulsed with the anticipation of him joining her. She grabbed her loofah and soap out of her bag she’d placed on the wide counter, and opened the shower door, stepping into the scalding water, letting it pour over her and coax the tension from her muscles.

She placed her glasses on the tiled shelf and turned towards the water, wetting her loofa and adding her sweet floral soap. Reign began to lather her skin softly, moaning at how sensitive her body was. She ran her soapy hands up to her neck, imagining Terry’s hands replacing her own, his warm lips finding the delicate spot behind her ear, kissing her there, and making her body melt against him.

Reign lathered her breasts, her fingers grazing over her pebbled nipples, and she called out his name sweetly. She pinched them gently and she grew impossibly wetter, letting her hand drift lower down her body. The hot water cascaded over her curves as she trailed her loofah down her stomach, scrubbing gently across her thighs, imagining Terry’s firm grip there, his fingers pressing into her softness just hard enough to leave marks against her mahogany complexion.

The faint sound of music drifted through the door, a sensual beat that seemed to echo her pulse, and Reign leaned back against the cool glass wall. She lifted one leg, balancing it high against the opposing tiled wall, her muscles stretching as she held herself open to the hot water. The contrast of the cold glass against her back and the steaming water against her front heightened every sensation, her heart pounding at the idea of Terry stepping in to find her like this.

Reign moaned more uninhibited now, hooking one hand under her thigh to brace herself, and taking the fingers of her other hand to delicately open herself up, unwrapping her pussy like a gift as she spread her puffy lips, unveiling her clit. Her fingers mimicked the circles Terry made at the park, and a feverish desire made her standing knee buckle.

“Terry please…” she called to him louder, growing impatient, losing herself in pleasure he should be causing. Reign heard the bathroom door slam open and thud against the wall as cool air flooded in.

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Terry was just trying to set the mood—a nice experience for them both, that’s all! Poor guy was running around lighting candles, tripping slightly as he yanked off his cargo pants, dropping his portable speaker when he caught her first moan. She didn’t need to see him this flustered, overwhelmed just by having her in his private space. Hell, it’d be over in 5 minutes if he didn’t get his shit together.

He shrugged off his shirt, sprayed a touch of cologne on his bed seeing as how she loved his scent, and tossed water bottles onto the side table. He was reaching to turn on the ceiling fan when he heard her again—her voice melodic, rising in pitch, like a siren calling him to drown in her depths.

Without realizing it, he was through the door, gaze zeroing in on the round curve of her ass pressed against the glass shower wall. Fuck. His needy girl, so lost in her own pleasure she hadn’t even waited for him.

Terry actually couldn’t be bothered with anything else but going to her aid—not his boxers that were still snug on his hips, getting tighter as his dick swelled, not the speaker still thumping on his floor which would surely cause Ms. Sheila downstairs to cuss him out the next time she saw him—he was helplessly drawn to her as her energy anchored him to this moment.

Terry stalked forward, pushing the shower door open, barely registering the steaming water pelting his skin, coming to stand in the space her open legs created just for him. All words lodged in his throat as his intense gaze observed every little thing—the way her eyes were desperately squeezed shut, sweet whimpers leaving her where she bit her plump bottom lip harshly, her own nails digging into her thigh where she was holding it up against the wall, her other hand creating intoxicating wet sloshes where she thrusted two of her fingers deep into her pussy.

“Terry I need-” that was all it took to snap Terry out of the trance she put him in, hearing her voice whine his name.

“Shh baby I’m here,” he grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, bringing their wet lips to press together hungrily as his other hand replaced her own on her thigh, hoisting her leg up higher to hook around his waist. They both moaned into the heated kiss, tongues fighting for dominance, stealing each other's breath. Terry cursed against her lips when she clawed her nails into his back, pulling away from her only to dive to the crevice of her neck, leaving biting kisses that had her mewling sweetly for him.

“I know what you need baby girl,” he licked down her chest, bringing his hand from her neck to cup her breast, teasing her nipple with his soft lips as he looked up at her through his long wet lashes, “let me help you.” His tongue swirled around her nipple and Reign threw her head back as he sucked it into his hot mouth, arching her back to offer more of herself to him.

“Pleaseeee I need more Terry!” He hummed against her, moving to suck her other nipple and bite it softly, causing Reign to gasp, thigh trembling in his hand.

Terry kissed lower and lower down her soft body, making a silent promise to spend time kissing each of her tattoos later, when the need to satiate this hunger wasn’t so suffocating. He fell to his knees before her, wide shoulders forcing her standing leg to spread more, and he placed her thigh to rest heavily on his shoulder.

Terry pressed a fleeting kiss to her hard clit, his teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. “Just so you know, Reign,” his voice deep and unyielding as he spoke, his hands gripping her hips to keep her steady. “the more you cum for me, the more you become mine. You ready for that?”

She didn’t get a chance to say a damn thing. She could only let out a sharp cry of relief as Terry’s thick lips wrapped around her clit, his tongue circling at a maddening pace and his groan of pleasure reverberated up into her body. He could drink her essence for days, her sweet warmth delighting his starving taste buds. Terry grabbed handfuls of her ass, squeezing hungrily and pressing his face harder into her, chasing her honey right to the source with his tongue. Reign’s moans echoed beautifully off every surface in the bathroom, literally music to his ears.

Terry kept his tongue in her pussy as he hooked his bicep around the thigh resting on his shoulder, bringing his thumb around to massage her clit. His eyes rolled back at the feeling of her pussy clenching around him, and he fisted himself out of his drenched boxers with his other hand, finally remembering the rushed state at which he joined her. He timed his strokes with the way his fingertips danced on her hard nub, pumping his dick firmly and moaning as she left more scratches on his back, grinding her pussy harder against his face.

“Sh-shiiit Terry! You eat my pussy sooo good baby, don't stop!” She grabbed the back of his head, wet body slipping against his hold on her as she chased those crashing waves.

Reign had lost all concepts of time and space and anything that wasn’t Terry’s persistent mouth on her and his pretty eyes boring into her whenever he could keep them open. She felt weightless, save for the heavy pulsing of her pussy seeking to drown him. Neither of them noticed the water growing cold, nor the ache in their muscles. All Reign knew is she was being ruined for anyone else who attempted to bring her to this high.

Squeaky obscenities left her mouth as Terry brought his lips back to her clit, sucking with a stronger pressure now, grunting into her as he palmed the swollen tip of his dick. “Fuck you’re gonna make me cum!” Terry moaned into her, his bright eyes blinking away the water droplets stuck to his lashes so he could see her better, wanting to imprint the sight of her orgasm to his memory for later use. “I’m gonna cum da-” her whole world shattered on his tongue, he could hardly hold on to her slick, wiggling body as she rode each coming wave, blessing him with more of her sweetness.

She whimpered at the overstimulation of his sucking turing to soft kisses to her clit, her positively puffy lips, and all over her mound. His kisses didn’t stop as he eased her thigh off his shoulder, both of his strong hands massaging her legs lightly to get the blood circulating properly. Terry felt dizzy, drunk off her, never wanting his tongue to be rid of her unique flavor.

Terry rose slowly, his lips trailing kisses up her trembling body, letting his hands steady her waist as she caught her breath. Reign sighed softly, her fingers brushing against his jaw to tilt his face up, her smile lazy and satisfied as she looked into his smoldering gaze.

“Baby,” she murmured, her voice still shaky, “if that’s what your mouth can do... I don’t know if I’m ready for the rest of you.”

Terry chuckled low, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. “Oh, you’ll take it. All of it,” he growled, his voice dripping with promise. “And you’ll thank me for it.” His thumb brushed tenderly along her jawline, a stark contrast to the dominance in his tone, and Reign felt her knees nearly buckle again. He pulled her to him for a kiss, letting her taste what was driving him crazy and she moaned, already getting flashbacks of his tongue in her.

Terry took a step back to stand directly under the spray of now icy water and Reign’s eyes flicked down. She laughed softly, her finger trailing playfully over the waistband of his boxers. “You’re over here tryna snatch my soul, and you’re still halfway dressed. Unacceptable.”

Terry tilted his head, amusement flickering in his gaze. “And what do you plan to do about it, Reign?”

She smirked, bending at the waist as her hands hooked under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly. “Guess I’ll have to fix that,” she murmured, the teasing rasp in her voice making him clench his jaw.

Terry’s dick sprang free, almost smacking her in the face, and her lips instinctively brushed against his tip, her tongue poking out curiously to taste the bead of precum leaking from him. Terry’s body jerked involuntarily and he stepped back quickly, his large hands gripping her shoulders gently to stop her and pull her back up. “Reign, if you do that,” he warned, his voice strained, “I won’t last. I’d rather be inside you when I give you my cum.”

Her eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and satisfaction warming her features. Standing gracefully, she let her hands trail over his chest as she moved. “Alright then, let me help get you cleaned up,” she said softly, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

Reign grabbed his soap and loofah, lathering it between her hands, her touch gentle and deliberate as she worked the suds across his broad shoulders. Her hands moved with care, tracing the lines of his muscles and washing him thoroughly, almost reverently.

The confinement of the shower made the moment feel cocooned in intimacy, their previous teasing replaced with something softer. Terry watched her through half-lidded eyes, the weight of her attention making him feel exposed in a way that had nothing to do with his nudity.

“Reign,” he said quietly, his voice full of something unspoken. She looked up at him, her hands pausing on his chest, and for a moment, neither of them moved, the fading steam curling around them like a protective veil.

“Yeah?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You feel…so good here. I don’t want this to just be tonight.”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she pressed her forehead to his chest, letting the water cascade over them as she whispered, “Then don’t let it be.”

~~~~~~~

Terry didn’t give them much time to dry off; his need for her was impossible to ignore, a force driving him beyond reason. He stepped out of the shower first, water glistening on his skin as he wrapped a fluffy towel low around his waist. Turning to her, his hands were gentle but firm as he gestured for her to step forward, wrapping another towel snugly around her torso.

As soon as the towel was secure, his lips captured hers, hot and insistent, tasting the lingering steam between them. With a deliberate grace, he guided her backward out of the bathroom, his large hands framing her waist as though she might disappear if he let go. When the back of her legs hit the edge of his bed, he expertly nudged his speaker aside with his foot, the motion smooth and instinctual, all his focus locked on her.

Reign pulled away from the kiss, settling herself gently onto his bed. Her hands smoothed over the dark green duvet, fingers tracing the soft fabric as she took in the mood Terry had created with the soft glow of the candles and the sensual thumping music. The room smelled of his cologne, the air thick with unspoken desire. Her gaze flickered back to him—he stood there between her legs, his eyes dark with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. She noticed his dick twitch under the towel, and she bit her lip to stifle a smile. He couldn't help himself. She looked so damn beautiful lying there, waiting for him.

Reign’s lips curved into a teasing smile as she tugged at the edge of his towel, freeing his length, finally able to get an up close and personal view of him. His whole body was absolutely beautiful, she doesn’t know why she was so surprised to find his dick was too as it hung heavily against his thigh, and she could practically see his heartbeat from here with how thick his veins are.

She looked up at him through innocently fluttering lashes, her voice low and playful. “You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” Terry reached forward to gently tug at her own towel, freeing her soft curves and beautifully decorated skin.

“Do you want to use a co-” she cut him off with a sure shake of her head, placing her warm hands on his thighs, feeling them flex as he kneeled over her on to the bed, prompting her to scoot backwards to make space for him.

“Are you on birth-” he stopped talking with a laugh, watching her smile and nod her head, laying back on his pillows, spreading her legs wide for him.

“Don’t make me beg Terry, not again.” He wouldn’t be that cruel with her, yet. Without further prompt, he bent over Reign, hooking a strong bicep around her torso and lifted her against his body, causing her to squeak in surprise. She could feel his tip nudge against her clit, almost slipping inside of her from how wet she was. Terry grabbed two pillows from the head of his bed, placed them under her lower back, and gently set her back down. This way he could stay more elevated on his knees, and her pussy would be right where he needed her. Oh he was not about to play with her at all.

Terry leaned over Reign to give her a wet, sweet kiss, grabbing her wrist and guiding her hands to hold her thighs open for him. Reign silently obeyed, moaning into the kiss as she felt his dick glide over her slick pussy, his length hot and demanding, and she felt her heart start to race faster. Terry broke the kiss, whispering lowly against her lips “keep these hands right here okay? Keep yourself open for me, pretty girl.”

She bit her lip and nodded, watching as Terry straightened back into his kneel, sturdy thighs flexing dangerously. One of his hands coming on top of hers, applying more pressure to her thigh, spreading her open more, the other hand smacking his dick against her puffy pussy, causing her to yelp at how sensitive her clit still was from earlier. Terry couldn’t take his eyes off her, the soft pink peeking out from the brown petals of her lips, it was so fucking pretty, just like his girl. He began to rock his hips against her, his thighs kissing hers as he grinded his dick through her pussy lips with more purpose.

“Remember what I said, Reign? Hmm?” He slapped his tip heavily on her clit to get her attention and Reign nodded frantically, squeezing her eyes shut as she squeaked out—

“The more I cum, the more I’m yours daddy!” Terry groaned at that, at her remembering, at her calling him that already, at her wetness coating his dick and dripping down his length.

“That’s my good fucking girl.” His voice was deep, a growl in the back of his throat as he finally slipped into her. The sensation of her tightness wrapped around him made his eyes roll back for a moment—he was struggling to hold himself together.

She moaned, pulling him deeper as she clenched around him, a natural instinct as her body tried to pull him in. “Let me in, baby girl.” He didn’t ask, and his shallow thrusts seemed to possess a rhythm of their own. His hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he watched her body react. Her tits bounced lightly with each thrust, and his mouth watered at the sight.

Reign bit her lip, a look of strained concentration on her face as she tried to relax her walls. He felt so damn good, filling her completely, stretching her in ways that made her burn. The pillows under her tilted her hips up, causing him to repeatedly hit her g spot. She struggled to hold her composure, the pleasure building in her core.

Terry’s eyes locked on where they connected, primal instinct surging within him. He opened his mouth, not asking but needing to see it—drooling on her pussy as he watched his cock slide into her, slick with her wetness. She moaned loudly, her body tightening at the sensation, her pussy opening up even more as he slowly sank deeper.

“Fucking hell, this pussy feels so good, baby,” he groaned. He slid his hand down, rubbing the extra wetness onto her clit, rewarding her for letting him in, for giving him more.

Eyes hazed and misty, she gripped her thighs tighter, trying to do as he said and keep her legs up and open. She groaned, her body trembling as she fought to hold back another orgasm. Reign bit her lip, muffling an agonized moan at his slow, fluid thrusts. Terry noticed his pretty girl trying to hold back.

“I’ve been wanting to be here…” his voice deeper and husky from his visceral need for her, and Reigns moans increased in volume at how she could somehow feel his voice in the depth of her being, right where his tip repeatedly kissed her cervix.

“…in this moment with you, for too long Reign.” He could hardly speak anymore, the feeling of her warm pussy squeezing around him in response to his words, it was too much. Reign moaned louder, eyes shut tightly at his increased thrusting, getting lost in all he was giving her.

“Don’t hold back shit from me, baby girl. Give me everything.” And Terry watched the dam break, listened to the uninhibited moans she gifted him, the squeal of his name as she gushed and came around his length.

“Yesss” Terry hissed at her, smiling darkly as his fingers sped up on her clit, and he leaned over her, her thighs now pressed against his chest, causing him to dig impossibly deeper. “Keep going baby, give me more”

She missed the crazed look in his eyes, the way this moment solidified her as his new drug. Poor thing was too busy making a mess of his dick, pussy creaming and squeezing, leaking her cum.

"Say thank you for making me cum daddy." Terry started circling his hips every time he bottomed out in her, dragging her orgasm out with a harsh grind.

"Thank you daddy! Fuck its too much baby I—"

Terry cut her off by leaning over her further, her ankles now resting on his broad shoulders. He turned his head to the side and, before he could stop himself, he leaned down, kissing and sucking on her toes. Her squeals hit his ears like music, the sudden shock of the sensation making her pussy gush even more. Everything about her was so natural and so pretty, and Terry found himself hungry for every inch of her—nothing was off limits to his tongue. He could feel his balls tightening; he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Where do you want my cum pretty girl?” his thrusts were sloppy, his breathing was ragged. He stared into her pretty eyes, his brows furrowed with barely restrained ecstasy.

“I want you to nut in me baby.” her sweet voice asking him to mark her walls as his own was too much for him to question if this was a good idea, he simply obeyed his pretty girl’s command with a loud groan, dropping his head to the crook of her neck and slowing his thrusts until he was twitching spurt after spurt of cum deep into her.

Reign ran her hands up and down his back, smoothing over the scratches she left there earlier, trying to ignore the ache in her hip joints at feeling more of his weight rest heavily on her body. The warmth blossoming inside of her as he grew softer within her left her feeling content as exhaustion settled in. After a moment, Terry propped himself up on his forearms, giving Reign room to move her legs further down his body, wrapping around his narrow hips. His piercing eyes implored her own, leaning down to kiss her nose softly and smiling at her sweet laugh.

She brought her hand down to lightly trace the edges of the nicely healing tattoo she’d given him. A new song playing from his speaker caught her attention and he watched that playful glint return to her eyes.

“Hmm I guess this means you’re mine now too, huh soldier?” Her teasing smile softened as she noticed the earnest look of his own.

“I think I’ve always been yours Reign,” the burning intensity in his eyes left her breathless, “I just didn’t know it yet.”

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I'm gonna go take a nap 🥲 let me know what you think! A warning, chapter 5 is way worse than this. I really had so much to get out of my system 💀

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tmnt-tychou · 2 years ago

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Was thinking about head canons and wrote down a list of random thoughts.

Bayverse Random Quirky Head Canons:

Mikey

-Likes to watch cooking shows. Every now and then he gets it in his head he's going to be the world's first turtle chef and starts whipping up things in the kitchen. Most of it is edible.

-Picks up different languages really easily. Fluent in Spanish and can have basic conversations in several other languages.

-Has a weird obsession with the original Space Jam soundtrack. Can sing all the lyrics to “Hit 'em High.” (Okay, all four of them can.)

-Likes a lot of 90′s music in general.

-Knows a lot of drag queens after he foiled a shooting at a drag bar. He is always welcome whenever he comes by. The girls call him “Mitch” or sometimes “Michelle.” You can tell when he's been spending time there as he'll mimic their mannerisms or call his brothers “gurl.”

-He has been IN a pride parade. Leo was pissed when he found out. Mikey made him go to Pride the next year. Leo was propositioned several times. (But he had a blast.)

-April makes Mikey wear an elastic band on his wrist that the brothers can snap when he's running his mouth. (Mostly saying lewd things to/about women.) It was intended to break him of this bad habit so if he ever did meet a girl who likes what he's selling, he doesn't chase her off with his mouth. (It's tough love from April's view point.) This seems to have backfired as Mikey will run his mouth and then ninja away while his brothers chase him. It's now his favorite game as he tries to say the most inappropriate and offensive things at the worst times.

-No, he won't take the band off himself until April says he can.

Raph

-Feels the most unseen of his brothers. Leo is the favorite son, Donnie is the genius middle child and Mikey is the rambunctious baby. The only times Raphael could get any attention from his father is when he started fights. But around age 10 he accidentally broke Mikey's arm in a fight and felt so bad about it, that he began teaching himself to hold back and stopped getting into full out brawls with his brothers. Arguments and a few arm punches yes, but no using his full strength on his brothers in a fit of rage. As such, his one avenue for attention was closed and Raphael has become used to doing his own thing and gets the attention he craves from his brothers and not his father.

-Raph and Casey bond over their anger management journeys.

-He and April are super tight.

-Is the most self aware of the four and the most likely to self-correct if he’s made a mistake.

-Mikey is the brother he is closest to, but Raph absolutely loves spending time with Donatello. When his brother has time for him. If he's having a particularly frustrating day, he will go and sit in the lab to chill out. Because Donnie is zen when he's deep in a project and Raph eats up those calm vibes. The two can and often bond by sitting in a room together not talking, but just being near one another.

-Really values time spent with Leo when they're just chilling and there aren't any arguments.

Donnie

-One of the chillest people (turtles) you will ever meet. Rarely has a temper, though has a short attention span for his brothers (Mikey's) nonsense.

-Very few things phase him. Jump out of an airplane with no parachute? No problem.

-Kills spiders for Raph.

-Introvert. Can go weeks without interacting with another person.

-Cranks the raunchiest rap music you have ever heard while he's working on his projects. (If you peek in, you might catch him dancing to it, too.)

-Raph and Mikey sometimes call him the “Savage” and quote Megan Thee Stallion's song of the same name at him. “Donnie's that bitch. Been that bitch, still that bitch.”

-There's a reason for that nickname. It takes a lot to get under Donnie's skin, but if you cross him looking to start something, he IS going to finish it. Like Batman taking out the whole Justice League, Donnie knows everyone's weakness and he will use it all against them.

-You will never know when it's coming. This bitch can hold a grudge forever, waiting until the right time to drop the bomb on you.

-Cryptid enthusiast. Considers his family to be New York Crypids and entertains the theory that other cryptids could be mutants of some kind.

-Likes to watch true crime shows with Leo.

Leo

-Turns into an old man whenever he has to interact with technology.

-Never texts unless he has to. “Forgets” his phone a lot so he doesn't have to deal with it.

- A little OCD.

-Can get over stimulated when there's too much noise and will need quiet time to decompress. This was difficult growing up as all three of his brothers enjoy constant music and chatter. It's one of the main reasons he gets cranky if his brothers have been smothering him all day. (They all want his attention and sometimes they're exhausting and he has to go find a place to hide.)

-If he's feeling social, he likes to de-stress with Mikey. Mikey is nearly insufferable when they're all together, but when they have one on one time, Mikey's more chill and will talk in lower tones when he isn't trying to talk above the other brothers.

-Leo will plop down next to him and just say “I need a laugh.” Mikey will spin all sorts ofjokes and dumb stories about Raph to make Leo snort. Then he'll share any new music he's found. (Played on low for Leo's sake, and also so the others don't find them because Mikey treasures one on one time with Leo.)

-Many songs on Leo's playlist have come from Mikey. (The one thing he does use his phone for.) He will sometimes listen to them while he trains.

-Donnie and Mikey quote Mean Girls at Leo all the time. “Stop trying to make fetch happen, Leo.” Leonardo had no idea what they were talking about for the longest time. Which confused them because he was in the room when they were watching the movie. He finally realized when they were quoting and watched it again.

-He once said “Boo, you whores” to his brothers and they all LOST THEIR SHIT.

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theasexuwhalestuff · 3 years ago

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Thoughts while watching Part VI of the Kenobi Series

Obi-Wan's proud smile as he watches Leia cheer another kid up with Lola.

Ex-fucking-cuse me how tf is Reva alive??? Everyone is not fucking Darth Maul, okay? And neither does she have two stomachs like the Grand Inquisitor so what fucking gives?? Guess surviving being impaled isn't a big deal these days, huh? I can just hear Qui-Gon looking down from Force Heaven in utter contempt. He died, but these bitches be prancing around all over the place.

Owen is so gruff but so fond of baby Luke I can't.

Obi finally ready to continue the cycle of sacrificing himself for the greater good. Yay, I guess?? Since that's who he was as a Jedi?? Going back to normal.

Lmao Beru snarking back "Whose fault is that?" when Owen says Obi-Wan's gone.

Beru pulling out a giant blaster and Owen just going O.O is my new favourite thing.

Baby Leia sad that the battered grimy old man is going out to get himself killed.

"You're ten years old. But you won't always be." Excuse you STFU how dARE.

Yay sad parting hugs.

The way he smiles and promises he'll come back. That's the our old Obi-Wan right there. Ewan McGregor go OFF.

See the Grand Inquisitor knows exactly when to STFU and keep his head. But his tiny conceding nod to Vader tho LMAO. Like okay, do as you wish dumbass.

The Lars Parents tryna seem hopeful and putting on a brave face for Luke, but you know that kid knows this might be the last time he sees 'em.

Obi-Wan's twinkly-eyed smile at finding Lola in his robe 😭😭😭 Our man is back.

Lola's nervous beep omg.

"I will do what I must," my ass. Bitch can't kill his son-brother for shit.

Omg omg the old lightsaber-over-shoulder-one-hand-out pose is BACK!!!!!

Oh, so he's suddenly back in his old form now? After being fucking roasted days ago? Nice.

Owen and Beru are such icons. Going up against an Inquisitor for their baby boy.

Okay, but Reva severed a woman's hand for talking back. And you're telling me he left Owen and Beru alive? For what reason exactly?

Run, Luke, run.

Ok NOW the duel's starting to get interesting.

Obi-Wan Kenobi fucking smiling as he flings boulders at Vader with the Force is not something I knew I needed.

What an icon. Yet he still won't be able to kill him. 😒

Reva, you're really gonna stoop as low as Anakin, huh? That's the hill you wanna die on? Killing children? Okay gurl. You do you I guess.

DARTH VADER WHEEZING AND GROANING AND TOPPLING OVER OH MY FUCKING GOD YESSSS

Obi-Wan you are such a fucking wimp oh my FUCKING God. Yes, that's the child you raised and loved. But you saw with your own eyes the kinda destruction and carnage he leaves in his wake. And still you thought he might be worth saving?? And even when you realised he couldn't be saved you just up and left????? Explain this to me. You brought fucking Darth Vader to his knees--one of the few ppl who can even do that--and yet you just chose to not kill him??? Have you learnt NOTHING from Mustafar?? You're just gonna let him crawl wheezing back to his bacta tank so he can unleash the rage he has built up for you on innocent people?? Like WHAT THE FUCK MAN. Make it make sense.

Idk why Obi-Wan and other ppl choose to see it like Vader killed Anakin BS. Vader IS Anakin. That's what he became. That's what he chose. That's who he is now. His upbringing might not have been ideal and he might have been groomed. But the choices we make are ultimately our own. Ppl be actin' like his life trauma absolves him of killing literal children lmfaoo. Carry on.

Wow. Luke lost in the desert is the ONE TIME Owen doesn't look like he's contemplating physical violence when he sees Obi-Wan.

Beru not batting an eye at all at Obi-Wan's appearance pretty much confirms she sees him around often. At the market at Anchorhead, when she's out with Luke, maybe.

Reva showing up with a slumped Luke is a sight. Owen and Beru's faces. Thinking she carried over their child's body. Good God. I'm not even a parent but man the chills. Wondering how actual parents would react upon watching that scene.

Their look of confusion, caution and wtf is wrong with you directed at Reva.

Reva seeing real parents actually loving their kid. Their whole world stopping when they think their kid's dead. 💔💔💔

Owen's final look of pure contempt and what tf do you think you accomplished at Reva. Owen, my man, pls stop being such an icon.

Reva crying and Obi-Wan comforting her is another thing I didn't know I needed.

Reva trying to get revenge by killing Vader's kid, to avenge the kids he killed, but failing cuz Luke is a kid and someone else's family is just poetic.

"He killed them all, and I couldn't do it."

And yet she's afraid of becoming the monster that slaughtered her family.

I'm actually gonna thank Star Wars for showing how deep childhood trauma and hurt run.

Vader abt to force-choke the nearest being and Palpatine just goes you seem agitated, bro.

Palpatine tryna figure out if he needs to have his pet cyborg murdered.

Alderaan my beloved.

Dang nooo why is it so beautiful it's all gonna get destroyed.

Baby Leia getting ready for her next adventure. I need more wholesome scenes like this in movies 😭❤😭❤😭❤

Ok but literally HOW did they think Vivian Lyra Blair was gonna pass for a 10-year-old??? She was eight during filming and she looks even more baby. Look at how smol she is and her chubby baby hands 😭❤😭❤😭❤

I just keep rewatching the scene and laughing. How are her chubby baby hands actually doing any fastening??

How did Breha not see the holster before? No srsly? Did Bail help her hide it? Cuz if not, what in the rich parent BS...

Wow. Imagine having loving, supportive parents when you needed it the most as a kid. Just wow.

I fucking love Alderaan so much.

OMG. THERE IT IS. THERE'S OBI-WAN. It's the same smile from ROTS--the EXACT same smile. Our man is truly back for good holy shit look at his happy smile 😭❤😭❤😭❤

HOLY FUCK his old cadence and playful tone--they're BACK. THIS IS OBI-WAN KENOBI FRIENDS. NOT BEN.

Hugging Bail 😭

Omg him just crossing his arms and giving her a playful smile. THIS is the Obi-Wan we know. This is how he is with kids.

"I think you should sleep." DAMN.

Alderaan is so beautiful, but for what? To just get destroyed. ☹

Obi-Wan's voice breaking as he talks abt the things Leia inherited from her bio parents.

"Both were exceptional people." 🤡🤡🤡

I am so sad. We coulda had so much. If Obi-Wan had just killed Anakin during Order 66, we coulda had Uncle Obi visiting Leia in Alderaan and going on adventures with her. No sad goodbyes. More Alderaan. More uncle/grandpa-niece/granddaughter shenanigans. But nO.

Sad parting hugs. AGAIN.

And Obi's just soaking it up cuz he knows this might well be the last time he sees her. Life is pain.

No. Don't let go. Of her baby hand.

Omg it's the outfit from the comics YESSS. That and the teal outfit are my fave.

He leavin' the cave 😔

Owen looking suspicious, but not as suspicious as usual .

"Take good care of him." Like they haven't been for years. Like they didn't just throw hands with an Inquisitor. Bitch STFU.

Owen doesn't like Obi-Wan. But he knows just how much that boy means to Obi-Wan. He's the son of the boy Obi-Wan himself raised. So he gives in begrudgingly and actually smiles at Obi-Wan. "BEN! You wanna meet him?" Owen Lars. What a man.

Baby Luke immediately starts smiling at him 😭😭😭

HELLO THERE

Really liking Obi's new fit.

Bro, the moment I saw Qui-Gon's blue behind HOLY FUCK. CHILLS. I had to pause and scream into my hands and get up and jump around my room. The adrenaline was too much.

And then he turned around and everything went to shit. They spent the entire budget on TBOBF on a fucking perfect-looking deepfake Luke but here we are with 40-yr-old padawan Anakin, AOTC Obi-Wan just aged up a bit, and Qui-Gon who doesn't even look like Qui-Gon. They couldn't age ANY of them down a little???

Before I bitch abt Qui-Gon, does anyone remember Liam Neeson denying being in this series?? He pulled the same thing as McGregor but that bastard not only said they couldn't afford him, but also pretended to not know abt anything going on w Star Wars rn. He literally went do ppl still like Star Wars? As if he never heard of the sequels or oh idk baby yoda??? Played a bit too dumb honey.

Anyway, back to Qui-Gon bashing. This man. Bitch sees his son for the first time in 23 years and the first thing he says is took you long enough?? No greeting, no smile, no reassurance, comfort or an apology, nothing. Bitch ditched his son with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and now after years of that same son desperately calling out to him he responds, saying Obi-Wan's the one who wasn't ready to see him. Bruh. What a fucking bitch. Srsly Qui-Gon? WTAF.

#kenobi series #kenobi spoilers #obi-wan kenobi #darth vader #owen lars #beru lars #reva #leia organa #luke skywalker #bail organa #breha organa #star wars

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hanii-rose · 4 years ago

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hiii...ok so your headcanons are amazing and ily. could i request headcanons on garou with a s/o with thick thighs. i'm super insecure of my thighs because i don't have a thigh gap and it's super embarrassing

My headcanons are amazing? You love me? I-

Here you go baby( ˘ ³˘)♥

Also, no need to be embarrassed. I also don't have thigh gaps which really helps when I feel like crushing the heads of my enemies between my thighs...

We strong ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

And so is the sexual tension in dis fic lol

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Garou With An S/O Who Has Thick Thighs

If you think having thick thighs in this relationship is a drawback then you are absolutely correct.

When I say it's a drawback, I don't mean it's ugly or unwanted, no no no.

I mean Garou will drive you mad for a chance to put his head on your lap, all day, everyday!

And when I say he wants to put his head on your lap, I mean he wants to bury his face in the soft, supple flesh of your thighs.

Just let him live there, c'mon!

You can bet your non-existant thigh gaps that he's kissing and biting you there, very harshly might I add.

He's always telling you, "Gah, it's so soft!" or "Fuck, I want this here!"

If you're just sitting on the couch and he's stealing meat from your fridge, he'll notice what you're wearing and if it's even slightly exposed above the knee, he's there. Like, HE. IS. THERE.

Meat long forgotten, your thighs are his new meal lol.

Let's say you're just coming out of the shower, towel wrapped securely around your gorgeous frame. He's pouncing on you, specifically getting handsy with your thighs and calves.

He likes natural looks so cellulite doesn't bother him. In fact, he's poking and caressing them fairly often.

If you're talking bad about yourself then he's slamming that shit down and showing you how much he loves you. Like really showing you...

If you wear something like thigh-highs, gurl- He'll be taking them off with his teeth, thank you.

★★★

You sit curled up on your window seat, the soft light of the sun shimmering in through the transparent glass of your window. Your hair fell daintily around your shoulders, arms resting on folded knees, novel in hand, dressed in nothing but a loose shirt and a pair of sheer white, lace-wrapped thigh high socks. Oh, the serenity that's surrounding you right now, indescribable.

Your boyfriend concentrated on doing push-ups outside in your backyard. You could see him from the corner of your eye behind you, pushing himself up and down, an extraordinary array of large rocks or maybe...boulders on his back....?

You tore your eyes away from the worn, coffee stained pages of your vintage fantasy novel, intrigued in the way he worked on himself. Taut muscles contracting and loosening, glistening beads of sweat slowly gliding down his bare, shaped biceps. Hair tussled and messier than usual, a few rebel strands falling onto his forehead from his otherwise proud-spiky style. His face, dark, focused and handsome... oh my

Whenever Garou worked out, he really worked out.

Nothing could distract him from his daily routine of exercising, flexing and unintentional teasing. He was hell bent on being fit and able. He used to be the infamous Hero Hunter ya'know! He has to be sharp and ready at all times.

Can't be caught off guard like that one time while delivering boxes. That dude had no chill, throwing darts at him like that...

You bit your lip in admiration of his movements, your thighs coming together, unable to contain your excitement for a touch from him. He noticed you shyly peeking from the other side of your bay window and he silently beckoned you over, tilting his head to gesture for you to come around.

You gave a little nod to his beckoning, placing your book neatly on the tall bookshelf next to you and dusting yourself off, readying yourself to see him.

When Garou had come to visit you this morning you had been wearing one of his trousers, knowing him, if he saw even a tiny section of your thighs, the man would go absolutely feral. But since he had went outside for a 3 hour work out earlier, you decided pants were too overrated for you and you easily discarded them, got comfortable and started reading.

Garou was very serious about his workouts. He would never stop, not for anything...

Except maybe you. And thats when you had a stroke of genius. He was teasing you all this time, flexing and sweating. Time for a little payback.

You peeked around the doorframe that led to your backyard where Garou stayed, exercising.

"Well, aren't you working hard?"

You slyly spoke, smile coy.

Garou grunted in response and you sighed, slowly walking around to him, hips deliciously swaying, shirt hiked up above your thighs and socks visibly tight around your ample flesh.

You stood bold in front of his head as he pushed himself up. His eyes widening at your apparel. What are you doing?

You licked your lips teasingly, and lowered yourself down onto the grass, knees folded, sitting upright.

Garou stopped momentarily, craning his neck for a kiss and you gladly obliged, leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Finally took...my advice, huh...?"

He said in between breaths.

"Who... needs pants...right? Heh..."

He lowered down slowly and you copied, your head resting on your arms on the ground, fingers playing with the little blades of grass, butt in the air

"Mmm, it just feels so good outside."

He grunted, agreeing.

Your eyes trailed up to his face and you cast him an innocent smile.

You slowly raised yourself up in front of him, pushing up your hair and sitting straight, knees folded in a 'W' position.

"What...are you...tryna' do?'

He breathed out.

"Hm? Nothing, I just wanted to come outside and spend time with you..."

You responded in the sweetest tone.

Oh please. He knows what game you're playin'.

Comin' out in nothin' but a shirt and socks? Sweetie, ya' can't take him for a fool...

He ain't stoppin' for you.

"Funny... you've never been... into fitness that...much..."

He slowly spoke.

"Oh, well I just wanted to be closer to you. Is that such a crime?"

He snorted. You wanted to be closer to him? Why not just lay down under him and wrap your gorgeous legs around him then? Let him feel the plumpness.

"Don't you want to be with me too? Why don't you stop what you're doing and come here."

Your innocent voice matched with your sultry expression did a number on him. He bit his lip, trying to resist the temptation.

You outstretched your arms, fingers opening and closing, waiting for a hug.

"Nice try, I ain't stoppin' love."

You chuckled and got into position.

"Not even for this?"

You unfolded your knees, sitting so close in front of his face, that every time he'd go down for a push, his cheek or chin would brush against your thigh.

Tantalising,tempting...

You leaned back on your elbows, your hair now spilling onto the grassy mat under you.

Garou licked his lips, golden eyes flicking up to look into your innocently coy ones.

He lowered himself down once, his chin lightly coming into contact with the lace of your frilly socks.

Raising himself up, he looked at you with irritation, behind that expression lingered want.

Going back down again, your knee bent slightly inwards and gently touched his cheek. He took a whiff.

C I T R U S

Delicious.

Coming back up, he balanced his whole body weight on one arm, an impressive feat with all of those massive rocks on his back.

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖."

You slyly laughed, his statement so shamelessly flattering.

"Yes, I do know that, Garou..."

His movements stopped momentarily as his free hand softly caressed the exposed part of your thigh, between the hem of your shirt and the frills of your socks.

"𝕊𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥..."

"Hmm, do you like it like this?"

He chuckled, raspy and short of breath.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥."

He was struggling, it was obvious. He wasn't trying to hide it anyway. He couldn't if he wanted to.

Dammit, yer' too good!

And in 3 2 1...

The rocks start slipping off of his back, landing on the ground with hard, muffled thuds. Oh, you've really done it now...

Garou sits up, stretching. He grips both of your calves hard and pulls, bringing you onto his thighs, holding you in place.

No squirmin', just sit still...

"Do you have any idea what you've done...?"

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding his face close to yours.

"What if I do?"

His lips came mere centimetres from yours and he whispered roguishly.

"You've made me drop my rocks..."

Silence overtook you until you burst out laughing. What does that even mean?!?!

"Wha... Garou haha, what are you even saying?"

He growled menacingly. How dare you? First you tease him into being distracted and now you make fun of him?

Ohhh, yer' in for a good one...

"Listen here sweetie, we're gonna head on inside, and I'm goin' to finish you, do ya' hear me?"

You nodded, obligingly.

"Yes, sweetie ♡"

He stood up tall, carrying you by the strong grip he had on your plump thighs.

"So beautiful. I'm gonna bite em'..."

You giggled softly, and held onto him tightly.

You knew what was coming next, craving it. And you'll give it to him too.

Ah, there we go...

Garou's setting you down onto your window seat again and looking softly into your eyes.

"Are ya' ready? We're gonna go for a long time today."

You shyly nodded, confirming.

He sat himself down on the ground near your legs, getting into the correct position. His head coming down to rest upon your thighs, your frilly socks tickling his face, breathing calm.

And then, he's baring his teeth, biting and sucking on your ample skin. He's pulling your thigh-highs down inch by inch, kissing.

"Oh, Garou!"

He's smirking victoriously.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

It's safe to assume he got a different kind of workout that day. The one where he's goin' up and down on you nonstop, if you know what I mean (ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ)

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some-dr-writings · 4 years ago

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Fuyuhiko x Reader who won’t confess

· Of all people you could have fallen for, why did it have t be the YAKUZA BOSS!? He has a bad temper on top of that! What if you tried asking him out and he was insulted by it so he had you killed!? Nope! No! You couldn’t do it! You were way too scared! It would be best you ignore the feelings…

· …

· But how could you!? Sure, he was a hot head, but he was a good guy, kind and loyal to his friends. It didn’t help either that you saw each other every day because you were in the same class. It also REALLY didn’t help that your best friend there was Peko, her and Fuyuhiko never spent much time together but the few times they did they seems to be good friends, and Peko seemed to know a lot about Fuyuhiko, so the pair of you would end up talking about him and your crush on him often.

· “I understand your apprehension, but you can try talking to him more, nothing has happened to our other classmates who have gotten close to him.” “Peko. Gurl. I am the Super High School Level Crime Boss. I may be bold and cunning, but I’m not going to approach the heir of the biggest and greatest crime syndicate in Japan with something like this. I could go with the excuse we are both great powers and should be on amicable terms so we don’t slaughter one another, but that would be a lie, and we don’t lie in my family.” “… Would it be a lie to say you wanted to get to know him because you like him, and he is your classmate?” “… Hmm… perhaps. Even so, I don’t need others on looking, possibly seeing us getting chummy and taking that as a threat.”

· You didn’t avoid the man per se, but you did try to spend as little time with him as possible, fearful of him asking something in just the right way where you couldn’t dance around it and would have to confess. The few times you did get to spend time together was rather nice.

· The wind rolled past carrying bright green leaves along with it, a much-needed break from the heat that came pouring down from the cloudless sky. You sighed, taking a sip of your cold drink. With the condensation on the glass, it slipped in your hands for a moment, almost spilling into your lap. You and Peko chatted away at the balcony of the café, loving the summer day. You sighed noticing Fuyuhiko from the corner of your eye. You had figured out long ago that Peko was Fuyuhiko’s secret bodyguard, the man always was near by whenever the pair of you spent time together outside of school. He was even generous and kind to his subordinates letting them live life outside of his syndicate. It truly kind man.

· “Hmm, oh, Kuzuruyu, hello.” “Huh?” “What?” Clearly both you and the man were caught off guard, it evident on your faces. “What are you doing here?” “Uh… Well, this place just opened but I’ve heard nothing but good things, so I decided to check it out.” “Same with us. Say why don’t you join us?” You spat out your drink, choking on it mid-sip hearing the suggestion, thankfully for the heir who only would have gotten flustered if you had noticed the bright scarlet that had erupted on his cheeks when he approached you and Peko. “Y/N!?” “I’ll get some more napkins.” Peko immediately dashed off, leaving Fuyuhiko with you. You were still coughing, covering your face with napkins, embarrassed by the whole situation and not wanting your crush to see you like this. Nervously Fuyuhiko pat your back, feeling too awkward to do much else. When you settled down you were completely embarrassed but tried to remain calm and let the staff clean the table. “You okay?” “Physically, yes. Emotionally, no, I am a wreak right now.” “Ah.” …

· …

· Thankfully for the awkwardness neither of you tried to make idle chit-chat allowing you to notice… something. “Since the staff are taking care of things let’s look for Peko.” “Yeah.” Instead, you both immediately left the premises. Your suspicion was confirmed, you were being followed. At the first opportunity you raced to anything you could use for a quick getaway, a motorcycle this time. Mentally you apologized to the couple and made sure make a note to repay them with a new motorbike later as you slammed a helmet on Fuyuhiko’s head, dashing away on the bike.

· “Sorry for getting you caught up in this. I recognize the bastard, some assassin who’s like a cockroach, won’t just die no matter how much lead I pump into em’!” A bang sounded, a gun having been fired, the bullet landing right beside the tire sending a few sparks flying. “A cockroach. I’ve dealt with the likes before. Focus on driving, I’ll take care of them.” “Alright. Let’s see how good of a shot you are!” A chuckle seeped out of you, the thrill of the chase always something you couldn’t help but enjoy no matter the danger. With a rev of the engine you took a sharp turn, turning around, leaving skid marks on the pavement as you did so before charging head on for the car behind you. Fuyuhiko blew out a tire as you raced past. “Only two in the car, usually has at least ten assistants. Don’t let your guard down!” “Wasn’t going too. This isn’t my first assassination plot.” “Except you’re a bystander who got dragged in this time, so at least you aren’t the primary target.”

· Fuyuhiko kept up carefully aimed fire, only having so-many bullets, but you though trying to escape and dodge fire you also specifically made opportunities for Fuyuhiko to get good shots in on any attackers.

· “Fuck! Gun’s jammed!” “OF COURSE!” Fuyuhiko kept muttering swears under his breath desperately trying to get the damn thing to work again. You looked over your shoulder for a moment, finding Fuyuhiko opted the hurl the junk at the car, cracking the windshield right on the driver’s side. “Hah! Nice one.” “Don’t celebrate just yet. We’re out of fire now.” “Hell no! We could die at any moment, so we’ve gotta celebrate when we can!” You laughed, speeding away as the car behind you wavered, almost crashing. Still though it made chase. Now it was completely up to you to keep you both alive. Taking a sharp turn off the street you instead raced down an alleyway in between buildings. You smiled seeing where you were. “Take in that ocean air Kuzuryu! We’re almost home free!” “Home free you say? Alright, show me what you’ve got!”

· “There’s more assassins!” “Got it.” Unfortunately the streets by the sea side were much narrower than deeper in the city so dodging was near impossible, all you could do was weave between cars and hope for the best.

· “Kuzu, Hold on tight!” You dashed through traffic, turning into the opposite lane and cutting across it, slipping between spaces in the railing. Unfortunately, the hill beyond the railing was a bit steeper than you remembered, the pair of you being in the air for a while before crashing down, wavering too much you could only keep balance for a few moments before flipping over.

· “Hey. Hey, Y/N!” You groaned, slowly getting up, your head ringing and the world swirling and spinning. “Y-you alright?” “For now, but we need to go!” Taking your arm he pulled you up and ran along. The motorcycle left deep marks in the ground, signaling where it crashed, pointing out where you were. “Just gotta get to the docks. We’ll be safe there.” “Got it!”

· Quickly the pair of you ran along, hiding behind anything you could, from shrubbery to beach umbrellas, the gun fire raining down around you. However for a short time it did suddenly come to a stop. “Peko!” Indeed it was the swords woman, putting a stop to the attacks as long as she could.

· “Young Master!” Finally you had reunited on the docks. Not stopping for even a moment you raced for a building, kicking the door down upon entering. “Get in the seaplane, now!” The moment your companions were in, you started the engine, immediately going not even giving them the opportunity to strap in.

· You were surrounded by nothing but blue. Blue skys, blue water, not another plane or boat in sight. You let out a shaky breath, shuttering. “Holy hell, I have not had a chase like that in a while! You two okay? If not there’s a first aid kit under my seat. If you have any serious injuries we’ll have to land and do work on the wing of the plane. But if it can wait for an hour or so we can take care of it on the island.” It was a rather small plane, just for personal use so there was little room, only enough for four seats to be squished against to one another. “I’m fine. Peko-” “I am unharmed. However, you have several cuts.” “Y/N, you’ve been shot!” You gritted your teeth, instead focusing on piloting. “Maybe… but it can wait.” “No! You’re landing this thing right now!” “Kuzuryu! The island has much better supplies for this, and though I know there are no other sea planes in the docks they could have them hidden elsewhere and I want minimal risk of them finding us and my private hideaway. So we have to out run them” “… Fine, but we’re using the first aid kit on you.”

· You winced as Peko and Fuyuhiko tried patching the wound as best they could. The bullet didn’t get in too deeply but the longer your flight went on the more that fiery pain seeped into you, it no longer being ignorable as your adrenaline lowered and slowed. You could feel our heart pounding against your rib cage, your breathing getting heavier. “Y/N, you’re pale.” “I-I’m fine.” “Like Hell you are! Don’t pull that bull shit with me!” “I can fly this thing, if I can keep doing that I’m fine. It… it’s not too much farther now.”

· …

· You were in the cabin. “A-aunty, Uncle.” You smiled, knowing you had arrived at the island safely seeing the elderly pair. “Wh-where’s my guests? How are they?” The woman simply gestured to the wide open doors leading to your tropical paradise, the sand and ocean waves so close, Fuyuhiko and Peko standing in the frame. Fuyuhiko had a few bandages but seemed fine. Both of them looked relived. “Boss shall we leave you with your guests?” “Yeah, but before you go, how long till I’m healed?” “You may get up now.” You looked questioningly to the older gentleman. “We sedated you with sleeping drugs this time so you would not have to just lie in bed and constantly sneak out instead of resting for your health.” “H-hey! I’m not that reckless!” “Boss, you had three bullet wounds.” You simply shriveled in your bed. “I-I needed to check on everyone else myself. Too many got injured that time. Those basters needed to pay.” “And you can not risk your health when doing so, Boss.” “… Thank you, Uncle. You and Aunty prepare some food for us.” In unison the elderly folk said ‘Yes, boss’ heeding your command and making their leave. “I shall assist.” And Peko left with them. Slowly you sat up, getting out of bed. “Well… care for a walk? I feel rather sluggish from having slept for several days at least apparently.” “Sure.”

· Even if you would regret it later, you could safely spend time with the man now, knowing none other than Peko where here to protect him and heed his command. Just this once you could get a little closer without fear, and more importantly, learn exactly how bad his injuries were.

· You took the chance to explain to Fuyuhiko just who exactly your assailants were, how they were actually an organization made by rogue government officials who wanted you dead no matter the consequences. How this island was your personal place you only allowed the most trusted of family members in your organization to go to, or those injured should this place be the most convenient, how you ‘Aunty’ and ‘Uncle’ were individuals who had worked in your organization since you first created it and were like family though not actually being blood related to you or even married to one another. And… you just kept talking like how you found this island and made it your home away from home, about school and your classmates. You both just talked about whatever through the day.

· And soon there you were sitting on the sandy shore, looking up to the starlit sky. “Really? I don’t believe it.” “No, I really did crash the car there.” “You call the assassins cockroaches, but that more so describes you.” “What!?” Fuyuhiko couldn’t help but chuckle a little seeing your reaction. “Yeah, surviving car crashes, being shot through the chest, poisoning, now a motorcycle crash. Seems you’re unkillable.” “Excuse me, but all of those were calculated risks!” “Exactly. Even in crazy situations you can keep calm and take the less disastrous outcome…” His smile faded, a more serious expression taking on his features. “Y’know… When I step up as the leader of the Kuzuryu clan, I’ll need someone strong, and capable by my side… maybe… someone like you.” “……… Are you… confessing, or am I horribly misreading this.” Fuyuhiko froze, a blush flaring up on his cheeks. “Well, I think we worked rather well together today so… W-wanna go out?” “Yes! Absolutely yes!” “O-oh… alright then.” Clearing his throat he stood up. “Well… it’s getting late, I’m shoving off to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow… maybe you could give me a run of the grounds here?” “Yeah, definitely!” “Good… I’m looking forward to it.”

· “Oh my god, Peko, I finally asked them out! And they said ‘Yes’!” “Good for you, Young Master.” “I didn’t even hesitate! I know you said they it would be safe since nothing had happened to our other classmates, but… they’re still the Boss of the greatest crime syndicate over seas! This could have gone horribly and I just did it! I didn’t even use the excuse we should be on good terms or allies, so we don’t kill each other. I just asked them out!”

· Even if Peko’s plan didn’t go quite as she thought it would it still worked out. Her duty is to protect her young master, so it would not do for him to kill himself due to stressing over asking his crush out. She already knew things were going to turn out great for the pair of you. You were so alike and so drastically different you just complimented one another perfectly.

#fuyuhiko kuzuryu #fuyuhiko x reader #Mod Gundham #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa2 #Super Danganronpa 2 #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa 2 imagine #danganronpa 2 imagines #dr imagine #dr imagines #dr 2 imagine #dr 2 imagines #danganronpa x reader #peko pekoyama

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tenkoscumslut · 4 years ago

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How you calm your boyfriends/girlfriend down

OKIE SO I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS So YA TAKE IT >:3

Dabi

- it’s gonna be about his father

- like rlly his trauma revolves around Enji

- So you always tell him he is amazing

- And fuck endeavor

- you have to kiss everyone of his staples

- like rly it makes him feel loved just the way he is

- worship him (not in a sexual way)

- just tell him hwo much you love him

- kiss his neck

- his shoulder

- his forehead

- but he absolutely loves it when you boop his nose with you lips

- that just makes him turn into soft bby

- he also loves it when you wrap both of you in a blanket

- you grab his hand

- entwine it with yours

- sit on his lap

- tell him you love him

- and just rest your head on his shoulder

- (btw he doesn’t like talking about his past so don’t even try when he’s angry or he’s going thro a panic/anxiety attack)

- mans get’s attacks 24/7

- so just embrass him

- tell him how much you love him

- give him kisses

- hug him

- and just say he’s perfect the way he is

- and he will calm down

- yall do go back home after that bc fuck the league :/

Shigaraki

- it’s gonna be about video games

- you cannot convince me other wise

- he literally doesn’t care about his past

- other than his family

- but he is constantly stressing over his video games

- so just let him touch your breasts

- like he is booooooob guy

- he uses them like stress balls

- he pinches them

- squeezes them

- or he just rests his head on them

- he loves them a lot

- it just makes him feel calm

- he loves u

- but your b r e a s t s

- if u a boy

- he justs rests his head on your chest

- and gives ur nips kissies

Twice

- So ya know he has trouble with his head shit?

- Ye so

- He want’s to burry his face between your breasts and just stay there

- he lifts your shirt

- and them presses his head between your brests

- it’s his safe space

- Dabi and Toga might look at you weird

- but when they figure out it his safe space

- and keeping him from boing completly insane

- they don’t give a fuck

- he likes to fall alseep between them

- he loves kissing them

- giving then hickeys

- and love bites

- mans just loves your boobs

- like rly

- he writes about them

- to remember what they feel like when u gone

- he tries to mimic the feeling with pillows

- but it isn’t as good

Toga

- give her izukus blood ;-;

- like rlly that will calm her

- she likes bitting your neck a lot

- s your neck is normally super bruised

- but u don’t mind

- anything for u bby gurl

- she is also huge sub

- so she also just likes eating you out a lot

- or she will rap her body around you

- and just snuggle into you

- she bites you in her sleep

- like she has her face burried in your neck

- and then you just feel pain in your neck

- when you first started dating

- you would wince in pain and slightly cry

- but by know ur use to getting randomly bit at 3 in the morning

- she likes your flesh

- it’s just so soft and amazing

- she also collects your blood :D

Spinner

- v i d e o g a m e s a n d s t a i n

- stain got arrested? A N G E R

- Shigaraki won the beauty pagent in royale high? A N G E R

- You win the beauty pagent in royale high? A N G R Y S E X

- like rlly mans gets upset over a l ot of things

- he takes his frustration on your cunt

- like you were just sleeping in his bed

- then the door opened

- you already knew what’s up

- he grabbs you

- sets you on his lap

- and just fucks you while he keeps playing video games

Mr. Compress

- just-

- he gets angry when you show slight dissitrest in his magic shows

- so when u look away for a few seconds

- he pouts

- picks you up

- brings you to the room

- grabs his fake marbles

- and shoves em up your pussy

- then eats you out

- edges you

- then makes you watch the rest of the show

- then he makes you cum

- like these shows can go on for 5 hours :o

- so good luck if you upset him :)

- but honestly

- he would probably just wrap you in a jacket

- and just squish your cheeks together

- and admire your beauty

#dabi #dabi x y/n #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x y/n #toga #toga x y/n #twice #twice x y/n #mr. compress #compress x y/n #head canon #lov #pl fanfic

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tsuki-sennin · 3 years ago

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Itadakimasu~! Time for another great Sunday lunch with our Cure friends~! Today I'm having a couple slices of leftover pizza. And what a crap pizza it is. Very flat and floppy, the cheese is all off, the pepperoni is weak... I don't even know who made it, the box it came in just said "Pizza!" And let me tell you, microwaving it just made me real sad.

Anyways, Spoilers, I guess...

-Chururin, the world's deadliest serial killer.

-CureSta seems a lot less terrible than the real thing, I tell you what.

-Wǒ ài lāmiàn~! I'd argue that the professional kind is worth moving straight to the Far East for.

-Mem-Mem,,,

-Member's Only Churro Kururun Glutten Free Meme Dragon.

-Hanamichi~! Good to see you.

-That's a whole-ass panda.

-I rarely order ramen from actual restaurants, and I'm personally more of an udon kinda guy anyway, but last year, I ordered a bowl of noodles from a semi-local sushi place with shio broth, bamboo shoots, spinach, a whole boiled egg, and some narutomaki. Now I'm told that the perfect compliment to any perfectly crafted bowl of noodles is a beer, but I couldn't buy any at the time, so...

-Yui Nagomi, a connoisseur fluent in the art of noodle.

-Ran's dad lookin' pretty DILF-y, ngl. Kinda looks like Tao Pai Pai from Dragon Ball though. Makes sense, considering Toei Animation, but...

-The passion in the art of fine cuisine is nothing to be ashamed of.

-Ramen Fairy~! They bring

-Chururin~!

-Mari-chan, she's already seen the Recipeppi, I don't think covering poor Mem-Mem's gonna do much.

-Oyone :O

-Do ALL the old people in this town know each other?

-Act natural, Mem-Mem. Ran won't suspect a thing.

-Panda Get!

-Dwagon...

-Oh yeah, there's a ton of fairies! Mermaids too! And aliens, and time travel! Robots too!

-Ran's got poise!

-The power of love for cuisine...

-God, Gentle is like... peak character design.

-And yes, I'm calling her Gentle. "Jentoru" is that word written in katakana, Gentlu is a stupid romanization, Crunchyroll sucks, moving on.

-I guess they wouldn't show up in a public library, even in a food-devoted town like this.

-PRESIDENT AMANE IS GENTLE :O

-I mean, it's not that big a twist, considering how similar their designs are, but damn.

-...Cure Gentle confirmed?

-We're having a sale~!

-Working for a day, huh?

-Damn, I've got a hankerin' for ramen now. Even the cheap stuff feels like a gentle mid-summer kiss if you use the right ingredients!

-Ramen Musume. Coming soon to HiDive.

-Mem-Mem said "Peace out, yo."

-We're gonna share an asswhoopin!

-He go zoom.

-Oh man, I just realized. It's not just the food that suffers, it's business too!

-Beat 'em up, Ram!

-Ohhhhhh, bringin' up the price. That's cruel.

-Oh c'mon Mari, she's been working all day and has been getting tossed around for like five minutes. She's earned a big fuck-off bowl of premium ramen.

-Yeeeeeah, that's right Mari! Kokone too!

-Hanyaaaa~!

-Fuck 'em up, sweetie!

-Get 'er!

-Daaaamn, Mem-Mem got some fire!

-Mega sized rarity!

-Yum-Yum Dragon! Are you ready? Wake up burning! Get Yum-Yum Dragon! Yeah~!

-Cure Yum-Yum is the funniest and cutest goddamn name I've ever heard.

-Ohhhh, she got slashes!

-Traingles, Circles, and now Lines... Geometry.

-Well, two seems like the minimum Cure number, so...

-They're all together now!

-Yui-pyon~! Koko-pi~! Yep, definitely OT3 material.

-Marippe~!

-Our gurl is an influencer! ...I sure hope she doesn't find herself in cancellation range.

-Mmm... pineapple juice. Great for immune system health and heart rates.

-A tour of the town, huh? That sounds like a great time! I hope nothing wacky or uncharacteristic happens~!

-Man, PreCure towns just seem like the best place to be in the world, no matter the season, huh? ...the travel blog potential must be incredible.

-Alright, I uh... wound up getting a real hankerin' for some ramen, but I'll be coming back later today for Revice content! Probably over dinner, judging by the way my schedule currently looks right now.

#delicious party precure #depapre #delicious party pretty cure #if you receive a little kindness give them a large serving!#pretty cure #precure

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everythingaboutmamamoo · 4 years ago

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# 우리의여름_퀸화사데이

# OurSummerHwasa

First of all, happy birthday to the youngest of MAMAMOO! Yes, Hwasa, or going by her real name, Hyejin, is the youngest!!

I chose these pictures because I want to talk about Hyejin’s duality. If you notice, they come in pairs. One showing her deadly stage presence aka Hwasa, the other showing her baby side aka Hyejin. I’ve always looked up to how powerful she is whenever she performs on stage. One of the more iconic performances she had was in MAMA 2018. I thought that performance really brought a lot of attention to her and MAMAMOO. And was really thankful for this attention because it helped MAMAMOO gained more recognition. She mentioned that she cried after going backstage once that performance ended and this showed that she went out of her comfort zone in that performance, but her professionalism and ambition left us with a legendary performance. Another one was also MAMA but in 2019, which as a whole, helped MAMAMOO reach even greater heights. Apart from her stage presence, she also has been dominating many off-stage activities like variety shows (I Live Alone) and CFs. She has so many products under her name, and she deserves it. Go get ‘em money gurl!

With more fame, comes more opinions. Both good and bad ones. Being more internationally known due to her fame in variety shows and TWIT which caught the public’s attention, she has been a target for online harassment and I really do not understand why people like to drag her name down. Her most recent music depicts how she feels, and I hope she is able to disregard all the nasty things that people say to her or about her. I also hope she is mentally healthy and strong.

If you haven’t seen the other side of her aka Hyejin, you should really do so. It’s the entire opposite of what you see on stage. You may begin by watching the fansigns, then you will get what I mean. I really like how sincere and humble she is despite the amount of popularity she has. Also, she often gives very good advice and wise words, showing how matured she is. She’s as real as she can get, and someone who is very relatable and approachable too despite being a celebrity/idol.

I hope that she continues to do it her way. Wear what she wants, say what she wants, be who she is. Let’s always support her no matter what. It pains me to see her in pain, so I really hope that she can take good care of herself and rest when needed. (Sigh, MAMAMOO is really working so hard for us -tears-)

Once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY HWASA / HYEJIN 🥳 I wish you the best of health, happiness and may you be surrounded with love.

#mamamoo #hwasa #OurSummerHwasa #우리의여름_퀸화사데이 #happy birthday

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a-simp-20 · 4 years ago

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"FAMILY??" [DORI SAKURADA FAN FIC]

Pt.1 Pt.11 Pt.111

Pt.1v [wip]

[AIB Cast Masterlist]

Summary: Ila,Ace and Chloe discover's that Dori's Characters are in their universe,but not only those 3 will know..but the other's will know too..soon enough

Warning!: none

Genre: Crack

ENJOY THE STORY

Everyone stood silently there in the middle of the room,Dori and Ila went to the couch to sit down. Dori gesturing his Character's to si down too,Dori wad sitting right beside all of his Character's while Ila,Chloe and Ace were in front of them all. Chloe's eyes we're focused on Niragi and Suguru, she tried to hold back a smile that was forming on her face.

She was smiling all because of her favorite character existing in her universe,every fan would react just like her..except for Ace,her curiosity got the best of her as she examined all of Dori's character's is curiosity. Ila being herself didn't say a word,she is right now too focused on thinking on how Dori's Character's get into their universe.

"Okay now,how can I explain this to the three of you?" Dori said,clapping his hands while getting up from his seat "Oh!,I know how..so..ano...yesterday I came home from work and well..got inside my house to see these dudes here" Dori said,gesturing to the 6 of his character's.

"Just like that?,you didn't questioned them on how they all got here?" Ila asked,arching a brow"Well I did,and they were all the same. They said they fell asleep and just ended up in my house" Dori said,going back to the kitchen to grab the popcorn he made"So you guys just fell asleep?" Ace asked. All of them nodded eagerly at her "THAT IS SO COOL!" "I've Always want to meet you!" Chloe said excitedly pointing at Suguru and Niragi "well I would like it if you shut your trap!" "EEEEEEEEK!" She screeched almost passing out on the couch"gurl!,you Better calm down" Ila told her,while patting her shoulder"Oh come on Ila!,I know you're a Niragi Simp too!,you have to screech inside right?" Chloe said with a wide smile of excitement "well..i mean you're not wrong...BUT THATS NOT THE PROBLEM HERE" Ila said shutting everyone up"the problem is,is that why did they suddenly got to our universe?" She asked"true" Ace said crossing her arms against her chest.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves?,or do you guy's already know who we are??" Ryuichi said,while petting Fanta that is on his lap.

[AFTER EXPLAINING]

After the whole chaotic explaining to the three girls,they all decided to hang out with each other..for example!,Niragi trying to avoid Chloe AKA his number one fangirl by running around the living room for some reason.

Ryuichi,Suguru,Mugi and Ace are in the backyard playing with Fanta,teaching Fanta Some tricks that the four know that dogs do. They even tried to train Fanta on trying steal Niragis rifle so that the four of them could bury it somewhere in the backyard as a prank...even though they are going to get killed after they got caught.

Fukami trying to flirt with Ila on the couch,as she watches the man's hand getting closer to her cheek,she panicked so she grabbed the nearest object that she could grab,and that object is Fanta as she held Fanta in front of Fukami's face as Fanta looked at him cutely and proceeded to lick Fukami on the face multiple times,which made Fukami scrunch up his nose in annoyance as Ila just wheezes in the background at Fukami's change of emotions.

Dori smiles at the whole scene as he was in the kitchen making sandwiches for everyone.Fukami came in the kitchen, turning on the tap and rubbing his face with water all because of Fanta's slobber on his face. Dori just chuckled as Fukami looked at him squinting his eyes a bit annoyed "And what are you laughing about?" Fukami asked him "Nothing,nothing!..it's just that try not to flirt with her,she's Islam and in Islam you shall not date but instantly get married with the one that you love the most" Dori said with a soft smile "Wait..so that means will she accept if i propose to her-" "No!,no she will not Fukami. She already showed on how she doesn't like you and that she is completely uncomfortable on watching your drama" Dori said,putting the sandwiches on a metal tray while grabbing one to only shove it inside Fukami's mouth to shut him up "Have fun eating Fukami kun!" Dori said grabbing the tray and walking out of the kitchen.

"Hey guys!,I made sandwiches!. Come and get em!" Dori sat the tray down onto the coffee table of the living room,grabbing one sandwich for himself. Ila grabbing one,when she was about to bite it she noticed a piece of meat in there "Is this halal meat or did you buy it from the supermarket?" She asked Dori "Don't worry,I bought the meat from the halal mini market that you always go to,so you can eat it" Dori replies,she shrugs and bit on the sandwich.

When Niragi was going to bite on his sandwich, Fanta quickly took it out of his hand and ran away to his dog bowl to eat it "Oi!,I already gave you food!" Niragi said as he chases Fanta around the living room. Everyone laughed at the scene as they all sit on the living room couches and decided to watch a movie together.

[TIME SKIP]

The three girls said their good bye after the movie ended, Dori closing the door as they left.

The next day,Dori already signed Suguru,Mugi and Ryuichi into their schools. Suguru explains to Dori that,that he forgot the he was a highschooler,Dori didn't believed him at first until he told Dori tye things that he learned from his school. Right now Dori is in his car with the three of them plus Taketo in there too,when the three of them first saw the principal of the school,they though that the principal will question on why Dori's so called Son's look exactly the same like on of his characters from his drama's..but surprisingly,the principal didn't asked at all. So all its left to do is to drop off the three of them at their school "Okay,we're here. You three behave..Especially YOU yous mister" Dori said,looking at Mugi from through the mirror "psh! What about me?" "Do not be H#rny to girls,just do whatever a normal high schooler would do,you got that?..or do you want to be suspended,because this is the only school that is a bit far away from the house" Dori explains "Okay okay!,I'll try my be-" "There is no trying Mugi,I want you to just be normal..ONCE!,I'm going to kick you out of the house if you ever touch any girls in this school" "Fine!" Mugi said crossing his arms. Taketo smiling at him "C'mon Mugi kun,you can do it!. And make sure you get straight A's!" Taketo said Patting Mugi's back,him still holding his broken electric guitar "Can we get out now?" Suguru asked,looking at Dori from the passenger seat "Yes you may,just keep an eye on Mugi here" Dori said,looking Mugi then to Ryuichi "We will!" Ryuichi chimes as the three of them got out of the car,leaving only Dori and Taketo in there.

"So,where are we going?" Taketo asked Dori "We're going to my work place where I'm going to shoot as Niragi and Suguru" Dori explains as he starts up the car again "And? Why are you bringing me?" "Because,remember that I told you I have a friend of mine that's in a band?,yeah that. He said that he needs one more guitarist in his band" Dori say's again as he drove off from the school. Fukami and Niragi found their usual jobs,Niragi as a game engineer and Fukami works at a Café and a partpart time professor at a college,than unfortunately..Ila was in.

Fukami begged to Dori that he wanted to be a part time professor in that college,Dori was confused until he realized that Ila and her other friends were in that college. He knew that Fukami liked Ila,since the other day Fukami was flirting at her,resulting a slobbery lick from Fanta after that. Back again,Dori parks the car at the parking lot of the studio as he and Taketo got out of the car,walking towards the studio "So who's this friend of yours Dori kun?" Fukami asked as he clutched on his broken guitar more "You'll see" Dori responded "What if people would question on why I look like you,or maybe they watched my movie?" "Well,most of them Watched Even" "Whaaaat!?,that's the title of my movie!?,pff- Lameee~" Taketo whined as they both got in front of the studio's door "Okay..you ready Takehito?" Dori asked looking at him "Yup!,ready as I can be!,can't wait to see my new teacher!" Taketo chirps as they got in the studio.

They got in the studio to be met with stares and whispers,Dori noticed this and so does Taketo,the only one that is nervous between the both of them is Dori,while Taketo just greets at people with his sweet and playful smile. Dori gets annoyed by this and grabs Taketo's wrist,dragging him through the halls of the studio to the main one.

They got in the main studio to be met with then one and only Director Shinsuke Sato "Dori!- what the who's this-" "I can explain later,can you gather everyone so that I can like..explain??" Shinsuke nodded as he called everyone to gather around Dori.

[HOW MANY MINUTES LATER]

After explaining,everyone understood and started chatting with Taketo being friends with him. Dori just sigh's and sit's on a nearby chair as he looks at Taketo from a far "So..why is he carrying a broken guitar?" Dori looks at Nobuaki who asked him,Dori was already in his Niragi costume While Nobuaki is already in his Hatter costume that had fake blood on bus chest..a hole to be specific..a fake one "Well,he's a band leader. He plays the electric Guitar,it's broken because he threw it by accident because he couldn't controll his anger" Dori explains to Nobuaki "I see he has some pride In him..but ok guess he's just frustrated and and went back to his normal giddy happy self" Nobuaki said sitting besides Dori "Hey Nobu do you remember that you told me that you needed another guitarist in your band?..well Taketo here..is the perfect person to be in your band"

Sorry for the shooty ending...i'm tired right now and I'm trying to find some fluffy Niragi fics..i really want a pre broderlnad Niragi fic right now,but I can't seem to find one.

Can you guys like recommend me some fluffy Niragi fics? Thanks and love all of you :3.

#alice in borderland #sakurada dori #dori sakurada #niragi suguru #suguru niragi #fukami hiroto #mugi #ryuichi #taketo #Even #coffe and vanilla #aib #Koe koi #scums wish

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wellthatsonewaytofuckyourself · 5 years ago

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hold on to me (cause i’m a little unsteady)

A/N: so after a long period of relative radio silence on my part, I wrote some saucy and soft Remile goodness! Enjoy!

Warnings: gentle dom Emile, mildly bratty sub Remy, trans Remy, fem terms to describe a transman’s genitals, light dom/sub, light bondage (ish), kissing, hickeys, eating out, fingering, praise kink, hair-pulling, teasing, emotional sex, getting overwhelmed, crying, mild self-confidence issues, kink negotiation (sorta), riding

Remy still isn’t sure how he ended up so lucky, so in love. It almost seems like a dream- or more accurately, Emile is a dream, with the way he’s above him now, practically kissing the air from his lungs and one hand slowly but surely inching its way beneath Remy’s shirt. His movements are gentle and methodic, and nothing like Remy’s frantic tugging at his shirt, cardigan, tie, hair- really anywhere he could try and tug Emile closer, closer, more, more-

“Relax, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere,” Emile says with an airy chuckle as he (much to Remy’s chagrin) pulls away from the kiss.

“Gurl, I am going to lose my ever-loving mind if your cock isn’t buried inside me within the within the next few minutes,” Remy says, trying to sound demanding, but it comes out as more of a petulant whine (and Emile pressing nipping kisses to his neck certainly doesn’t help that either).

“Mmm… I was hoping to taste you first, but if that’s what you want-” Remy cuts him off with a soft moan, tugging Emile away from his neck to kiss him frantically.

“Fuck- yes, please!” Remy begs after he pulls away. Emile giggles, which has no right sending shivers down Remy’s spine, but it does all the same, and he helps Remy out of his shirt before continuing. He kisses at Remy’s neck again, trailing them down lower until he can suck a mark into where Remy’s neck meets his collarbone. Remy all but wails at this, hands going to tangle in Emile’s hair. Emile pulls away from his collarbone with a slick pop, and he gently removes Remy’s hands from his hair. He takes Remy’s wrists and pins them to either side of his head, and Emile looming over him causes Remy’s breath to catch in his throat.

“Keep them there for me?” Emile asks, his voice soft, but it has the firmness of an order. Remy nods, hands gripping the pillow beneath his head.

“Good boy,” Emile murmurs, causing Remy to shiver at the praise. Emile steals a quick kiss before moving down Remy’s body, taking a moment to lavish kisses to the scars on his chest before he reaches the waistline of Remy’s sweatpants. He tugs down his sweatpants and boxers in one movement, revealing his slick cunt. Emile pulls off his sweatpants and boxers completely, leaving Remy completely naked whlie Emile, although a little rumpled, is still completely clothed. And fuck if that doesn’t do things to Remy.

“Em, babes- please!” Remy gasps out when Emile doesn’t do anything right away. Emile giggles again (damn that giggle), and he ducks his head down to teasingly drag his tongue through his folds and up to his clit. Remy involuntarily bucks his hips forwards with a groan, and Emile pins his hips to the bed with a smirk. Remy opens his mouth to ask what the smug look was about, but all that comes out is a mewl due to Emile suddenly taking his clit into his mouth and sucking firmly. Remy’s hips try to cant up, but Emile’s hands keep him pinned down. Emile releases Remy’s clit after a moment or two so his mouth can move down to Remy’s pussy. His tongue laps across the opening a few times before it delves in, wriggling and causing Remy to squirm and cry out.

Before Remy is really aware of what he’s doing, his hands shoot down so that his fingers can bury themselves in Emile’s curly locks. He tugs at them, trying to get Emile’s tongue deeper, when he suddenly realizes his mistake, and his hands fly out of Emile’s hair like he’s been burned. Emile pulls away, mouth and chin shiny with his spit and Remy’s slick.

“Am I going to have to tie you down, baby?” Emile jokes, but his eyes widen when Remy moans at the words. His expression grows into a smirk, and he lets out a chuckle.

“Let’s save that for a different time… I wanna make sure we set proper limits,” Emile says, and Remy nods in response, hands going back to grip at the pillow. Seeming satisfied with Remy’s response, he lowers himself back down to tease his tongue along Remy’s clit. Remy lets out a wordless whine, head dropping back as he writhes against Emile’s grip. Emile’s tongue teases for a few moments more, until he fully took Remy’s clit into his mouth again. He sucks vigorously, the sloppy, wet sounds sending pleasure rocketing through Remy’s veins. He’s so lost in the sensation that he hadn’t even realized Emile had moved one of his hands until his fingers were teasing at his entrance.

“Oh god, yes, please- want your fingers!” Remy pleads, hands clenching the pillow tighter. Emile obliges, and slips one finger into Remy with little resistance, considering how worked up he had gotten. He pumps it in and out slowly, contrasting with the intense attention he’s giving Remy’s clit. He gradually ramps up the pace, eventually adding a second finger.

Remy suddenly cries out when a bolt of pleasure rockets up his spine, and it takes all of his willpower to keep his hands gripping the pillow. Emile pulls away to chuckle and meet Remy’s gaze. He presses his fingers in deeper, right against Remy’s g-spot, and Remy finds himself fighting Emile’s grip again, trying to get more sensation as he moans unabashedly.

“Do you have any idea how hot you sound? How gorgeous you look, all laid out for me? My good boy,” Emile murmurs, thrusting his fingers again.

“F-fuck, Em!” Remy moans, voice coming out mildly strangled- both from the praise and Emile’s fingers.

“And you taste exquisite,” Emile says, nearly purring as he lowers himself to lap at Remy’s clit again. He sucks it into his mouth once more, and between that and his fingers thrusting faster, Remy could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Nngh- fuck, Em, Emile, please- I’m so close!” Remy cries out, fingers digging into the pillow and eyes squeezing shut. When he opens them again, Emile is gazing up at him, a blazing, passionate fire in his eyes, and that is what does Remy in. He comes around Emile’s fingers with a drawn out moan of his name, his whole body trembling. He vaguely registers Emile pulling his fingers free (and if Remy let out a whimper because of it, that was his business), and he crawls up to first kiss his cheek, then peck a quick kiss to his lips.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Emile asks, running the fingers of his clean hand through Remy’s hair.

“Hun, I told you that I want your cock inside me and one mind-blowing orgasm isn’t gonna change that,” Remy huffs. Emile laughs and kisses Remy again, this time longer, deeper, and messier as Remy tastes himself on Emile’s tongue.

“Lemme get undressed so you can catch your breath, okay sweetheart?” Emile says with a giggle, clambering off of Remy and loosening his tie further. Once the tie is off, then comes the cardigan, his white button down- and soon enough, Emile is in his naked glory, and Remy shamelessly lets his eyes travel up and down Emile’s body. Emile flushes at the attention, but grins and makes his way back to the bed. He lays himself over Remy once more, kissing him softly but still deep and dirty at the same time. Remy moans into Emile’s mouth, subtly grinding his hips up into Emile’s.

“Easy, baby, gotta grab a condom first,” Emile murmurs against his lips, leaning over to their bedside table and blindly fumbling in the drawer until he grabs a condom with a victorious sound. He sits up and tears the packet open, then rolls the condom on. He lays over Remy once more, one hand braced next to Remy’s head while the other helps guide his cock to Remy’s slick folds.

“Emile!” Remy gasps out.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” Emile asks, teasingly rocking his hips forwards so that the head of his cock just barely dips in before trailing back out.

“Nngh- yes, please!” Remy groans, hips involuntarily jerking up. Emile chuckles, and with that, pushes his cock in. He goes slow, but there is little resistance as he slides home, Remy feeling so full and body shuddering as Emile’s length fits inside him so perfectly.

“G-god, Remy! You feel so good around me, so hot and wet and perfect,” Emile groans out, leaning down to capture Remy’s lips with his own as he slowly rolls his hips. Remy moans into the kiss, hands scrabbling at Emile’s hair, shoulders, back, impossibly trying to draw him in closer.

“You really are handsy today, aren’t you?” Emile chuckles when he breaks the kiss. Remy smirks, rolling his hips up into Emile’s thrusts.

“Maybe you should do something about it,” he says cheekily. Emile giggles and takes Remy’s hands in his own, gently intertwining their fingers together and pressing his hands to the pillow on either side of his head.

“How’s this work for you, baby?” Emile murmurs.

“Mmm, it’s almost perfect, but weren’t you doing something? Specifically me?” Remy huffs, squirming his hips to try and get Emile deeper.

“Pushy,” Emile teases, slowly pulling out to the tip before slamming in again, causing Remy to arch and cry out. Emile attaches his lips to Remy’s neck as he slowly builds up the pace, leaving Remy a babbling, moaning mess.

“Ungh- Em, Emile!” Remy cries out when Emile sucks a particularly dark mark into his skin. Emile shows some mercy on his neck, and pulls away to look Remy in the eyes, the heat in his gaze almost overwhelming.

“God, I love the sound of your voice, the way you scream my name- my good boy,” Emile gasps out, sounding about as wrecked as Remy feels. It’s almost too much- with Emile on top of him, pinning him down with his hands and his gaze, and with him deep inside of Remy, praising him all the while- and suddenly Remy is aware of tears gathering in his eyes… maybe it was too much. He doesn’t really want Emile to stop, but something was- he couldn’t place it, but-

“Remy? Sweetheart, talk to me,” Emile says, concern in his eyes as he lets go of one of Remy’s hands to brush a tear away.

“I- I just got a little overwhelmed, that’s all,” Remy says, beginning to full-on cry despite his assurances to Emile.

“Was it me pinning you down? I knew we should’ve waited until we talked it out more…” Emile trails off, looking guilty.

“No! It was good, at first. I- I think it just became too much when y-you were looking at me, and uh… complimenting me,” Remy admits, cheeks tinging pink with embarrassment. Concern mixes with the guilt in Emile’s expression, and he gently brushes a thumb across Emile’s cheek. Despite the confusing mess of emotions, Remy feels a jolt of arousal at the simple touch.

“Sweetheart… you aren’t being mean to my boyfriend, are you?” Emile asks, raising an eyebrow. Remy sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Babes, I know I can be an insecure bitch sometimes, but I like it when you- you say nice things about me. You know I have a praise kink, you use it against me constantly,” Remy teases.

“I do not! And you’re not a bitch,” Emile protests.

“You do, and you’re right- I’m your bitch,” Remy says in a near purr.

“Remy,” Emile admonishes, but flushes all the same.

“It’s true! I like being yours, now stop beating yourself up for making me cry. I just had too much of a good thing,” Remy says with a wink. Emile huffs out a laugh, and Remy admires his blush growing deeper.

“Do you want to keep going? It’s okay if you want to stop, but if you’re up for continuing, I think we should try something different,” Emile suggests, peaking Remy’s interest.

“I definitely want to keep going… what do you have in mind?” Remy asks, eyebrow raised.

“Do you think it would help if you could set the pace?” Emile asks, and Remy shivers.

“You- you mean like riding you?” he gasps out. Emile doesn’t reply at first, instead shifting to wrap his arms around Remy’s waist and rolling them over- his cock staying firmly buried in Remy, but the angle shifts slightly and causes Remy to let out a long drawn-out moan.

“Something like that,” Emile says, voice low and sending shivers down Remy’s spine.

“Ohhhh- fuck, Emile,” Remy gasps out, shifting so that he’s more or less sitting up in Emile’s lap.

“I’m hoping you’ll get to that, yes,” Emile teases. Remy huffs out a mildly irritated breath, bracing his hands on Emile’s chest and rising his hips up before bringing them down again. Emile thrusts up to meet him with a moan, hands flying up to grip at Remy’s hips.

“Oh- sh-shoot, sorry, is that okay?” Emile asks breathily, hands loosening their grip slightly.

“You can grab at me, babes… you’re gonna need something to hold on to,” Remy replies with a grin, lifting his hips up again and then slamming them down, setting a brutal pace. Emile’s hips snap up to meet each thrust, nails digging in at Remy’s hips as he holds on for dear life.

“Ohhhh, baby, Remy! I’m so close, you feel so good, so hot-” Emile cries out, sentence cutting off with a moan. Remy lets out a groan, leaning down to kiss Emile, letting him buck his hips up into Remy. Emile moans into his mouth, thrusting faster as he let one hand release his hip and trail down to his clit. He rubs at it firmly, causing Remy to break away from the kiss and cry out as he comes around Emile. The feeling of Remy pulsing and shuddering around him, combined with a few sharp thrusts up, draws out Emile’s orgasm as well. He moans out Remy’s name, rolling his hips up to help both of them along. Remy all but collapses against Emile’s chest, moaning softly.

“Fucking hell… should’ve ridden you sooner,” Remy huffs out, breathless.

“It looked like you were enjoying yourself… maybe I should give it a try once your strap-on comes in,” Emile hums thoughtfully, running a hand through Remy’s slightly sweaty hair. A low whimper escapes Remy’s throat against his will.

“Gurl, you’re gonna kill me at this rate… you can’t just say things like that without giving me a chance to catch my breath before you work me up again,” Remy whines. Emile chuckles, pressing a kiss to Remy’s hair.

“Sorry, sweetheart. As fun as it would be to go again, you tired me out pretty good! Now, do you think you could get off of me so I can get rid of this condom, clean us both up a little bit, and cuddle you properly?” Emile asks. Remy groans dramatically, but he pushes himself up off of Emile’s chest, and lets out a soft moan as he rises up and lets Emile slip out of him. He flops over to the other side of Emile, causing his boyfriend to giggle at his dramatics. He presses a soft kiss to Remy’s cheek before getting up.

“I’ll be right back, okay Remy?” he asks softly.

“M’kay. Love you,” Remy replies with a yawn. Emile chuckles, then leans down to kiss Remy, this time on the mouth.

“Love you too.”

#not safe for sanders #remile smut #gentle dom emile #sub remy #trans remy #sage writes

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