#not surprised I didn’t get any pop up tags for him lol

[iridescent-serpent]

Been watching some bayverse review stuff (shoutout to PointlessHub he does Not miss) and I entirely forgot about Cogman from the fifth movie, and I’ll be honest, I kinda enjoy the concept of him

Anyways, my re-write (aka Bay-1) version of him (plus the build up for his existence) would go more along the lines of this:

Keep the Unicorn is earth bit and use that to explain Why so many cybertronian artifacts and people keep falling there. Anyways have the whole transformers have been here awhile bit but more specifically their corpses have (not everyone can survive a crash landing, looking at you Optimus). And thanks to human need for deconstruction to understand they end up disassembling several cybertronians, which leads to robots as a concept spawning into existence much more quickly. Cogworth (aka cogman but bc I don’t like his name I am changing it) is one of the first produced and functional robots. However due to him being new technology (at his production) it makes it far harder to later on update and upgrade him as technology advances, and add in the fact that at the time of his creation people didn’t know about there being a difference between decepticons and autobots (different internal structures for my bay-1 version) made Cogsworth extremely unstable personality wise (leading to his movie version of kinda Always being off his rocker with occasional bouts of calming).

So, in Bay-1 Cogsworth IS cybertronian, but in a similar manner to how a second generation immigrant is still tied to their parents birth country. Also I’m giving him kleptomania, so every single artifact the autobots and decepticons have fought over and then completely forgot about afterwards in pursuit of a new one (aka how every movie had a new mcguffin and they Never really brought back the old ones), Cogsworth just HAS it now. Got a lil rat nest somewhere with just a bunch of stolen cybertronian artifacts.

Also comic of what I’d imagine would happen when/if the autobots picked up Cogsworth as a sort of semi-minibot buddy

The chihuahua anger effect would hit him hard (or maybe that’s why he’s so angry, some instinct telling himself he’s too dang small)

[irisintheafterglow]

OKAY A FELLOW SWIFTY I SEE

Okay here me out I need to express this with another SWIFTY

ALL THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE IS SO GOJO X READER CODED!!

Gege confirmed gojo was canon a player right??

He’s all about fuckboy life but THEN then he meets you and is so inlove he becomes so domestic and just <333

I NEEDED TO SHARE THIS WITH ANOTHER SWOFTY FOR YEARS OKAY THANKS BYE

every dead end street led you straight to me

wc: 2.1k

cw/tags: established relationship, first meeting, creepy guy at a club but he doesn't get very far because of unofficial bodyguard™ satoru, mostly just fluff and taylor references, little fun surprise at the very end in case it wasn't tooth-rotting enough

note: hi anon!!! first off, i'm so sorry this took so long to complete; i literally love aotgylb and so i was a little stumped for how to write this because it's just,,,,so him. i love him. i love taylor. i hope you love this lol. enjoy!!!

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“I really wish I found you sooner.”

“How so?”

“I wouldn’t have needed all that dumb shit with other girls if I knew you were waiting for me. All the lame fights, feeling alone even when I wake up next to someone. That dumb shit.”

“Who said I wasn’t doing dumb shit too?” You look at him with a sleepy smile, warm despite the biting chill of the early morning air. "You couldn't fathom how many boys I was crying in the bathroom about."

"Do you remember their names?"

"Of course not." While you press against the personal heater that is your boyfriend, the long-awaited sunlight starts to touch the very tips of the mountains before you. “You remember my first boyfriend, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yeah. The one from Kyoto that dropped out ‘cause he couldn’t stand being weaker than his partner,” he recalls. “He’s also the ugliest of your exes; it’s hard to forget him when I almost exorcized him before I met you.” You burst out laughing at the memory and a puff of your breath appears in front of your face. Satoru follows suit, exhaling a long breath and making boyish dragon noises. “See, aren’t I so much better?”

“Yes love, no one can compete with your dragon impressions,” you tease. With a shiver, you wrap your coat tighter around your body. “I won’t lie, though. My ass is freezing.”

“I was just about to say that,” he agrees, shifting uncomfortably on the stone bench. Even with the several layers of thermal long sleeves, jackets, and gloves, the winter weather seemed adamant on giving you frostbite. “Remind me to never suggest a sunrise hike ever again.” 

“But isn’t it romantic? Freezing our asses off and shit-talking our exes?” 

“I would not enjoy this if I was with anyone else,” he concludes. “That’s all I’ll say about that.”

“Fine, then go back to that other thing, the one about finding me sooner.” 

“Oh, that?” He pauses for a moment, jutting his lips to the side in deep thought. Spots of gold start to catch on his bright white hair, strikingly similar to the snow crunching under your boots. “I was just thinking how much time I wouldn’t have wasted if I simply found you sooner.”

“What do you mean, ‘found me?’” 

“I was searching for someone, you know, and I didn’t know what I wanted until I met you.” The corner of his mouth quirks as a memory pops into his mind. “Even though you hated me.”

“I did not hate you,” you argue in vain since you did, in fact, hate him when you first met him. In need of a new partner after your boyfriend (the ugly one, Satoru notes) fell ill the night before a mission, you considered feigning sickness yourself when you saw who the higher ups assigned. It was easier, logistically, to slap on the most powerful asset they had on a mission where a sorcerer dropped out, but it didn’t make him any less annoying when he picked you up at the airport. It was before the days of his current blindfold, when he wrapped strips of white linen over his eyes during the times he opted for no sunglasses. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t unnerve you, the way he navigated through the airport crowds as if his vision wasn’t impeded in the slightest. The aura that he emanated was intimidating and one of sheer power, but the goofy smile and melodic voice contradicted any assumptions you made about the strongest being alive. 

“Gojo Satoru?”

“That’s me. I like it when you say my name,” he drawls and you make a quiet gagging noise in your throat. 

“Please don’t ever say that again,” you say, walking in a random direction where you hope the driver is parked. To your embarrassment, you turn around to see him standing in the same spot, a smug grin on his face and a thumb pointing in the opposite direction. “I thought I read the lot was this way,” you mutter in irritation while he falls into step next to you. 

“Oh, it was,” he affirms and you stop mid-stride. The shit-eating expression on his face only grows wider when he senses your increasing annoyance. “But there’s a dango stand over here and you look like you could use a snack.” He was right, of course, but you didn’t admit it until much later in your relationship. The first twelve hours with him were painfully awkward, to say the least. You shoved dango in your mouth to avoid answering any questions about yourself and stared out the dark window of the car while he snuck glances at you in the backseat. After dropping your stuff at the hotel and slipping into nicer clothes, you walk out onto the crowded street to find Satoru waiting in a sleek-looking suit that would have the girls back home fainting on the spot. He opens the door with a flirty remark that you immediately tune out and you recheck the Cursed Tools in your clutch while he slides into the seat beside you. 

“You know your role?” 

“I’m a wealthy businessman gunning for the weapon with the blue handle,” he states confidently.

“Green handle, not blue.”

“What’s the difference?”

“One of them has an eons-old Curse stuffed into its hilt…and the other is blue.” He makes a small noise of amusement in his throat and you feel yourself relax a little bit more. “I’ll camp out at the bar and wait for the owner to make a move. Apparently, he’s the type to bite pretty easily if he sees something good-looking and alone. When he’s distracted, you grab the weapon. Got it?”

“Clear as crystal,” he says, swiping his tongue over his top lip absentmindedly. A serious look washes over his face, something in his head making his eyebrows draw together. “What if the guy starts getting handsy with you?”

“I’ll…handle it,” you reply slowly, slightly confused as to why he cares. “Just get the weapon, Gojo. You can stall or kill time however you want before that, but we don’t have the luxury of being able to make a mess.”

“Easier said than done,” he says quietly, “So, no promises.” 

It turned out that making messes was simply a part of Satoru’s daily routine. Perched on a bar stool and barely nursing a weak drink, you clearly saw what his idea of killing time was. Lean arms stretched over the back of an overstuffed corner booth in a corner of the club, pulling several nice-looking women into his side while they giggled in his lap. He’d swapped the strips of linen for an expensive pair of sunglasses and he peered over the rim at regular intervals to keep an eye on you. It made your heart pang just a little bit, seeing him easily attract girls to him like a magnet in a paper clip factory. There was no doubt that Gojo Satoru was attractive, yet every doubt existed in your mind as to whether you would ever have a chance with him. You didn’t mean to look so mopey and sad at the counter, but it seems to play to your advantage when the owner of the weapon creeps over with a sinister smile on his face. 

“Hello, dear,” he purrs and it takes all of your willpower not to slap him for looking at you like a pretty thing. “Nothing is sadder than a beauty at the bar, all alone.”

“And what were you going to do about it?” You drop the volume of your voice to an enticing volume, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Inject a bit more excitement into your evening,” he replies daringly and the insinuation makes you nauseous. “That man, with the glasses? He broke your heart?” He leans on your shoulder and looks in the direction of your partner, the one who was supposed to be grabbing the weapon while you were busy being ogled by this narcissist. “You need to watch out for men like him, throwing around money and women like they’re of no value. Both have value. You have value.” Great, you groan in your head, he’s gross and a hypocrite, too.

“I wouldn’t say broke it,” you murmur mysteriously. “More like, doesn’t deserve it.”

“You’re feisty,” he observes. “I’m incredibly attracted to it.” Shit. On pure instinct, you feel your Cursed Energy flare up as his hand roams dangerously close to your thigh, sliding down your arm with a clammy palm. Despite not being a sorcerer, you know he feels the energy shift when his eyes dart up to yours not with lust, but suspicion. By some stupid twist of Fate, you’d blown your own cover. The weapon owner’s hand suddenly tightens around your wrist, chaining you to the bar counter. 

“Let go of me,” you order, completely rid of the stupidly airy voice and naive smiles. 

“What did you just–”

“My love, we’re leaving.” Elegant fingers effortlessly pry the man’s hand from your skin and toss them aside like garbage. You find your coat gently draped around your shoulders, and only then does he guide you up and away from the bar, with the weapon owner still gawking in his stool. Somewhere between your Cursed Energy flaring and the man grabbing your wrist, Satoru must have left his posse of gorgeous women to pull you out of your present situation. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, slightly embarrassed that he had to come in and save you. “Thanks for doing that, even though you had to leave your girlfriends.” 

“Of course. They never mean anything to me, nor do I mean anything to them,” he replies and it sounds genuine, without any sort of mockery or indication that he was holding it above your head. With one arm still wrapped around your shoulders, he calls the valet to retrieve the car and you find that you don’t mind him holding you close. “Nice play with the energy flare-up, by the way. That was really smart.”

“What do you mean?”

“Smoking out the weapon’s energy signature by making it butt against your own?” He shakes his head in disbelief, city lights catching in the lenses of his glasses. “Absolute genius.” 

“I…didn’t mean to do that,” you admit and he peers at you out of the corner of his vision. You didn’t know it yet, but to him, you looked prettier than any of the women he was surrounded by inside the club. “It was an accidental reflex when the guy went for my leg.”

“Want me to kill him?” You chuckle, but it dies away when you see the cold expression on his face, nothing like the playful and warm persona you’d just been speaking to. “Say the word and I’ll blow the place to pieces.”

“We’re not supposed to make a mess, remember?” 

“And I said no promises, remember?” He helps you into the passenger’s seat with a gentlemanly hand, shutting it after you before settling into the driver’s seat. “Either way, I got the weapon. It was in the guy’s pocket, not in the safe like we thought it would be. But, more importantly, you got out of that creep’s vicinity.” 

“I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Anytime, pretty.”

“Don’t call me that,” you say firmly and he looks at you curiously. “What?”

“Why not?”

“I’m not interested in being your arm candy; I’m not that type of person.” He pauses for several long moments, stuck in deep thought.

“I didn’t realize I was the type of person to have arm candy,” he states quietly, like it was an epiphany as he pulled away from the club’s valet curb. 

“Something must be wrong with one of your Six Eyes, then, if you truly believe that,” you chuckle, trying to make the mood a little lighter. Yet, he’s still staring straight ahead with a frown on his face and a draw between his eyebrows. It was unsettling, to say the least. “Hey, I really didn’t mean any offense–”

“Let me try.”

“What?”

“Let me try,” he repeats with absolute determination. The streetlight casts his face in a dangerous shade of red.

“Try…what?” 

“To win you over. Teach you what forever feels like,” he answers and your head feels like it’s been submerged underwater, all noises suddenly becoming muddy and irrelevant. “Show you that I don’t think you’re just eye candy.” 

“What the hell are you playing at, Gojo?”

“I’m just tryin’ to show you that I’m not the playboy you have in your head,” he argues and it makes your cheeks heat. “Let me try. If I fail, I’ll go bald or something. Sorcerer's honor.” You burst out laughing, shaking your head in disbelief but feeling comfortable enough to take him up on the offer. Now, a few years and zero bald heads later, you were freezing your ass off with the man of your dreams on a mountain at six in the morning. 

Somehow, you both felt like you’d won the bet when he pulled out that box from his pocket and got down on one knee. 

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Abbacchio x Reader :drabbles

“Just Friends”

Cw: drinking, dubious consent? (It’s like tipsy consenting but imma tag it as dubious just in case. Drink wisely lovelies 🍷) also this is OOC AF but for it’s myself indulgence lol MINOR DNI

Notes: here’s some drabbles from my storage. Hopefully this will keep y’all full until I got my other work completed. Let’s just say there’s some cuck fuckery going on mwahaha 💜 Beryl

Y/N was the 2nd to last addition to Bucciaratis' team. They were quiet,and reserved. They didn’t like to talk much so it was a breath of fresh air for Abbacchio. The last thing he needed was another talkative brat to annoy him. He did find them to be a little suspicious…of course it turned out they just had social anxiety.

The rowdy boys would scare Y/N back into their shell and they’d stop opening up for a while. Much to bucciaratis dismay he would have to scold the others into behaving properly so Y/N felt comfortable enough to open up and bond with the rest of the team.

What’s a way for Y/N to loosen up? Alcohol of course. Specifically wine. The team was celebrating another win for taking down a rivaling group in their territory. It was past hours at the restaurant so they all drank and ate as much as their hearts desired. Now all that’s left is Abbacchio and Y/N. Y/N is much more relaxed and talkative when they are tipsy. They 're pretty fun to be around!

“Prosecco? Pfft you’re a lightweight and a wine newbie.” Abbacchio teased.

“I only like what tastes sweet. The dry stuff makes my face pucker and upsets my stomach.” Y/N stuck their tongue out.

“Of course it upsets your stomach. You’re drinking it way too fast. You’re supposed to sip it.” He snickered. “ Here, try some of mine with the dark chocolate since you like sweet things so much.” He offered his glass to them and they took a sip and ate a piece of chocolate.

“Hmm…tastes better this time .” Y/N said concentrating on the flavors lingering in their mouth.

“See? I told you it’s better when you drink it slowly. Now you don’t have to rely on those cheap newbie wines anymore.” He said acting smug.

“Yeah but… I still like the sweeter one better .” Y/N teased.

“ You uncultured brat.” He chuckled.

Abbacchio was surprised to find someone that he could genuinely get along with. This was the first time Y/N truly bonded with any of the team. When sober, Y/N was still a little shy and pretty reserved but around Abbacchio they felt completely at ease. They were low key about it but they became close friends.

When Y/Ns CD player stopped working they were pretty frustrated. He offered one of his ear buds to listen to his music. This raised a few eyebrows, abbacchio never shared his music before.

You two had an evening ritual that just seemed to develop on its own where you would be the last ones up at night. You both enjoyed each other’s company and the comforting silence that came with it. Just drinking wine and listening to music. An occasional conversation would eventually pop up whenever he felt the need to say something.

“You should really stop biting your nails Y/N. It’s a bad habit and can cause nail damage.” Abbacchio would gently scold. “ Let me paint your nails. That will help you curb your habit. I think this color would look good on you.” He held your hands and filed your nails to an even length. Feeling how soft and small your hands are compared to his larger ones made him feel some sort of way… he never felt a feeling like this before. Is this what love is? No way, you wouldn’t like someone like him. Better suppress those feelings. He doesn’t realize how his low confidence is blinding what he’s seeing in front of them. He can’t see that you like him just as much but lack the confidence yourself as well.

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When Giorno joined he saw how quickly you went back into your shell again. Great- we made all this progress and this brat waltzes in and fucks everything up. You always clam up around new people and get shaky. He’ll gently place his hand over yours under the privacy of the table to calm you down. He’s gonna put you at ease by doing an old party trick…perfect for tea parties. You completely forgot about your anxiety seeing him put his back to you and hear him pissing into the teapot.

“You gotta be shitting me…” You thought in shock.

“Here… I hope you enjoy it. I made it myself.” He said deadpan to the newbie.

“?!” They clasped a hand over their mouth to keep themselves from bursting out laughing. They could feel the tears beginning to prick their eyes.

Of course your laughter would turn to horror when you see the young blonde down the “special tea” like it was his first drink he’s had in days.

Giorno would be a hindrance to your peace of mind but if it wasn’t for him, Abbacchio wouldn’t feel the desperate need to hold onto you tighter.

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“Eggplant parmigiana again Y/N? You don’t wanna try anything new? Here, try my Pasta alla Genovese. You’ll like it I promise.” He knew you were afraid of trying new things in case you didn’t like it and end up offending someone. He didn’t really understand the fear of offending someone but he knew it was just how your personality is. You were considerate of everyone and he thought that endearing but could also be a hindrance to you.

He pushed his plate closer to you so you could get a forkful, and you hesitantly put it in your mouth. He was right! It was delicious, you kinda regret not getting it.

“Wow you were right. That is good. It’s super meaty.” You said covering your full mouth while talking.

“I’ll give you half of mine if you give me half of yours.” He offered.

“Yessssss” You said excitedly.

“But you can only drink Chianti.” He smirked

“ fine— you wine snob.” You huffed pretending to be annoyed.

“Hey- how about sharing with us huh? Give me half of half your Genovese and you can have half of half of my fagioli!” Narancia complained.

“Shut u-“Abbacchio says before getting cut off by a fuming Fugo.

“Half of half?! Don’t you mean a QUARTER?! Have you LEARNED NOTHING?! you STUPID BASTARDO!.”Fugo blew a gasket and stabbed Narancias with a fork…again.

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You have a habit of falling asleep during long travels and you always somehow end up with your head on Abbacchios shoulder knocked out like a log. The smell of his shampoo and his cologne blend together perfectly and listening to the music he shares just puts you into another world where you forget about being crammed in a van with a bunch of rowdy boys.

“Aww aren’t you sweet letting Y/N sleep on you like that!” Mista teased. “You both look adorable ~”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re gonna wake them up and we’re just friends.” He gave Mista and the rest of the giggling crew the middle finger.

“…just friends…” you repeated in your sleep.

“Suuuuurrrreee buddy.” Mista teased as he gave him the finger guns and a cheesy ass wink.

“Get bent.” Abbacchio proceeded to throw an empty water bottle at him for that.

“…Are we there yet..?” You yawn, squinting your eyes as you adjust to the light.

“Not even close…” he growls. “ just go back to sleep. Y/N.”

Abbacchio gives Mista a scornful look that could kill him.

“H-hey don’t look at me like that! You throwing shit is what woke them up!” Mista said, trying not to fuel Abbacchios anger further.

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It was another night of you two drinking together but you decided to take it up into his bedroom for some privacy since a couple were still up playing video games in the living room. You were admiring the amount of makeup he has.

“You always know how to look so nice. I don’t even know how to put the stuff on other than foundation and mascara.” You sheepishly confessed .

“You have a nice natural look. But if you’d like I can show you how to use some of mine to change it up a bit. I have a few lipstick colors that would look amazing on you” he said getting some makeup off his makeup vanity.

His hand was gentle when he held your face, his ametrine eyes felt like they were staring directly into your soul as he applied the eyeliner on your face. You could feel your face getting red from the intense eye contact, his eyes were so gorgeous. You have never seen a 2 toned eye color before.

“If your eyes are hooded it’s best to go with a thinner line so it doesn’t smudge…” he said, focusing on the other eye now. “You can go thicker if you want but you need to wait a little bit to make sure it dries.”

“Okay…” was all you could mutter out. Him being so close made you get a little shy again like when you first met.

He wanted to keep staring into your pretty eyes, they were hypnotizing up close but he had to break contact to get out the lipstick.

It was your favorite color and it compliments your skin tone well. Looking at your lips as he put it on you was giving him impulsive thoughts. The way he instructed you to pout your lips made you look so kissable. His mind went into autopilot mode, he moved closer to you and you did the same. He kept staring at your perfectly colored lips and gently brushed his lavender ones against yours.

“Shit!” He realized what he did and jumped back and started apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that—I’m kinda drunk so I’m not thinking straight-“

You cut him off by kissing him back.

“?!” If it wasn’t for his full coverage foundation his entire face would be red.

“You’re fine.”you say. “I…uh… kinda always wanted to do that.“ you confessed looking away sheepishly. “I really like you a lot .”

“Oh? And you kept this from me all this time?” He said trying to regain his confidence.

“And you didn’t notice all this time?” You gently teased.

“You brat.” He smirked and roughly pulled you closer to kiss you deeply.

You never did get a good look at how he did with your makeup. Confessing your feelings and making out is much more confidence boosting than a makeover.

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You two decided to be lowkey about your relationship, the last thing you two wanted was to be teased by the others. Also neither of you are a fan of PDA, it just adds unwanted attention and it’s kinda gross having people watch you.

That doesn't mean he doesn’t mean doesn’t make his affection known. Under the privacy of the table he likes to hold your hand. If he’s feeling flirtatious his hand is on your thigh. He'll run his hand up your inner thigh, give a good squeeze and massage it a bit. You have to do everything you can not to blush or just cream yourself.

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At the restaurant he would sneak off with you into the bathroom to have some impromptu alone time. Around you he just gets so needy so easily. He has you against the wall with one of your legs hiked around his hip as he grinds his clothed erection into your crotch. He’s muffling your moans with open mouth kisses and lots of tongue. He always tastes like his favorite wine and with how good he makes you feel it’s like you could get drunk off of his kisses.

He always has to have a handkerchief and an extra tube of lipstick on him to keep both of your little secrets a secret. He’s definitely looking for a transfer proof brand of lipstick for both of you to wear so you don't have to worry about all the smudging. But… seeing his lip prints all over you gets him off hard.

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When you don’t have missions together and you’re spending a few nights apart it’s tough on you both. But distance does make the heart grow stronger, and so does your neediness for him. You both make the best of the situation with what you have. Late night conversations that end up leading to some heavy sexual topics. He texts the lewdest things that you have to go read in private and even touch yourself to due to how graphic he’s being.

“Oh the things I would like to do to you right now... I’d kill just to have you with me.”

“You think you could ride me when I get home? I love watching your cute face as you try to take me all in.”

“ I want to watch your mascara run down your face as I make you cry my name.”

“You think you can take my entire load or do you think it will leak out? The thought of creampie-ing you is making me feral.”

“I can’t wait to get out of this hell hole. These brats are annoying me. The minute I get home I’m going to blow your back out. I swear I’m going to fuck the living hell out of you”

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When you have missions together you make sure to get a room. Bucciarati spares no expense and makes sure that everyone has at least a decent place to stay for the night. You think a nice hotel would have thicker walls but poor Narancia and Fugo did NOT get any sleep that night.

He had you on to your back in a mating press pounding mercilessly into your sopping wet cunt.

“Shit Leone~!”you mewled clinging on to him.

“That’s right bambina. You keep saying my name” he panted while nibbling on your ear.

“Fuck you’re tight… I’m never sharing you. You’re all mine” he growled.

Your feet were hitting the wall as he buried his cock deep into your tight cunt at a brutal pace. He let go of one of your legs and rubbed circles on your clit.

“Oh god~ Leone~ you’re going to make me cum!” You cried as tears ran down your cheeks.

“That’s right- you cum for me. Cum with me!” He grunted.

You felt the warm release inside making you feel pleasantly full. The knot in your belly tightened and legs spasmed, your toes curled, you felt the fire in you intensify and the knot finally snapped.

“Oh fuck~ Leo I’m cumming!” You howled as you arched your back.

You didn’t have time to bask in the afterglow, you both suddenly felt weightless for a brief second and a loud crash. You both broke the hotel bed!

A zip sound came from the door-“ I heard a commotion! Abbacchio are you being attacked?!” Bucciarati burst in and his eyes fell on the both of you and his face went red.

“!!!” You quickly covered your chest with the sheet. “Uh-um….” You couldn’t form any sentences.

“Let me guess…Just friends huh?” Bucciarati teased with a shit eating grin

“Bucciarati…with all due respect-please get the fuck out.” Abbacchio said deadpan trying not to get embarrassed.

“Oh alright… but you’re paying for the damages.” He smirked as he opened the door and left.

So much for keeping everything a secret…

[whispering-ways]

•♡✷ matched hearts (pt. 1) ✷♡•

✷ summary: shinsou downloads a dating app and starts talking to you

✷ pairing: hitoshi shinsou x reader

✷ tags: no warnings, just fluff!

✷ notes: slanted texts indicate actual text messages (purple is shinsou, white is reader) :)

Shinsou wasn’t a big fan of dating apps. He wasn’t even a big fan of talking to the people around him nevertheless new people. It’s not that he didn’t like people, he liked his friends of course, it was just hard to maintain a conversation with people is all.

But seeing all the couples on campus did honestly make him feel a bit lonely, leading him to download Hinge. He honestly never took it seriously; it was fun to swipe through profiles but he never took the time to have any sort of deep conversation with anyone. That is until he saw your profile.

He’d seen you around UA a couple of times and thought you were pretty, but Hinge let him see you in a whole new light. Apparently, you really liked crocheting, which he found interesting because he always wanted to learn how to do it, but never quite found the time to actually learn. You were a huge movie buff which was yet another plus since he was too. You also seemed to be really smart; UA didn’t just choose any old student to be part of the Department of Support after all. Something about you just carried this bright aura that pulled him in. Soon enough he was liking your profile and sending you his best pickup line in hopes of talking to you more.

You’d just gotten home from a long day of tinkering with a new gadget you’d been working on recently when you saw that someone liked your Hinge profile. At first, you were going to ignore the notification; you were way too tired. But even after you took a shower, ate dinner, and took a melatonin gummy, it seemed like you’d never be able to fall asleep. So you opened up Hinge, thinking that if you were going to be up, you might as well look through some profiles.

That’s when you saw that Shinsou liked your profile. You didn’t know him too well, but you had seen him pop into the support department a couple of times. You definitely thought he was cute, but you’d never really gotten a chance to talk to him since he mostly just talked to Mei when he needed repairs. But his pick-up line?

“‘Is your name yarn? Because you’ve got me all tangled up in your stitches’?” you said with a laugh. It was for sure one of the cheesier pick-up lines you’d been told, but still pretty sweet. You thought about it for a second and then decided to reply. I mean it’s not like you were falling asleep anytime soon anyways.

Lol that’s really cheesy, but you’re in luck bc cheesy pick-up lines are my fav :)

After a few minutes, you thought you wouldn’t hear a reply back till tomorrow morning so you started scrolling through Instagram. But after looking through a couple of posts, you saw that Shinsou sent you a reply back.

Haha, well I’m glad you like it. How has your day been?

Its been a little tiring tbh, I’ve been working on this one gadget for who knows how long and I just can’t seem to get it to do what I want it to do lol. How’s yours been?

This time the reply was instantaneous.

Tiring as well. I’ve been doing nothing but training all day today. What sort of gadget are you making?

That surprised you; most people thought making gadgets was boring and didn’t want to know too much about it. But as you gave him more details about what you were building, he seemed genuinely interested. It was refreshing, to say the least. That question lead you both into talking about your careers and the passion he had to be a hero was evident. It was inspiring to see how much he cared about quirks that were looked down on in society. To you, it was certainly admirable and made you want to work harder in your own career.

Shinsou thought your dedication to the support department was amazing. It was good to talk to someone who was equally as ambitious as he was, but not actively trying to be competitive, which was a big issue between students in the hero industry. As the night carried on, the both of you kept texting about anything and everything.

There was just something so comforting and natural when talking to you. It was just simple. Before you two knew it, it was 4 am and you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. You’d felt yourself drifting off a couple of hours ago, but the conversation was just too good for you to end it then. You and Shinsou said goodnight and you hoped that this wasn’t the end of the both of you talking.

When you woke up the next morning after talking to him, you were greeted with a text from Shinsou which immediately put a smile on your face.

Good morning. I hope you have a nice and hopefully less tiring day :)

It was simple, but sweet and lead you both to continue talking throughout the rest of the day. It had been now about three days since your initial conversation and you both had been texting the entire time. Getting texts from Shinsou had now become one of the most delightful parts of the day. Whenever you saw a notification from him, you felt a wave of giddiness flood through you.

Shinsou, although he didn’t want to admit it, also found himself grinning at your daily texts. Every time he heard the chime of his notifications, he secretly hoped it was you texting him back. And while he knew he shouldn’t be so quick to answer, he couldn’t help texting you back instantaneously. You were one of the only people he enjoyed talking to after all.

It took a lot of courage out of him, but after an hour of hyping himself up and drafting out the text in his mind, Shinsou finally asked you out on a date.

Would you happen to be free this weekend? I’ve really enjoyed talking to you and I’d like to take you out on a date if that’s okay with you.

When you saw that text, you squealed and threw your phone on your bed in excitement. After a moment, you realized that you’d actually need to settle yourself and reply to him.

I’d love that! Are you free on Saturday around 11am?

Shinsou’s nerves instantly settled; he was absolutely elated reading your last text. He took a minute or two to think of some places he thought you’d enjoy and then sent his reply.

Yeah, that works for me :) there’s a cat cafe nearby UA, would you like to go there?

That sounds lovely! I love cats, so thats acc perfect!

Great! I’m a big cat fan myself. I guess its a date then ♡

Soon after you two had set up your date, you both said your goodnights. But you were far too excited to fall asleep any time soon. You were already laying in bed, planning your outfit, and thinking about how you wanted to do your makeup even though the date was two days away

. A couple of blocks away, Shinsou was thinking about the date too. The more he'd talked to you, the more he truly felt this connection with you. It just felt like kismet. All he was hoping for now is that you weren't any different in person.

You spent most of the night thinking of different scenarios of how you thought the date would go in hopes of calming you down enough to fall asleep. However, it did the exact opposite, the lovely thoughts keeping you awake. After a while though (and with the help of a melatonin gummy), you were able to fall asleep and you dreamt of your date the whole night.

[vulpisnocturna]

Itachi reaction when he accidentally saw his lover talk to his cousin and few of his ANBU cell, when he search for them to have some time together. when said lover ignore him,his mind start to run a wild. what he didn't know is, yn didn't even saw him as they currently busy making mental check to make sure the surprise they try to make for him success and without any chaos.

after all it is surprise that even they didn't expect to happen so early in both of their life. even Mikoto is excited to hear the result of said surprise that yn about to spring toward her son

I’m not sure I catch your drift for this “surprise” anon, so I went with the first thing that popped into my head lol.

Tags: HAPPY ITACHI 🥰

• Itachi would see that you were talking in a hushed voice with his teammates, and though he hadn’t been inclined to think anything of it, you stopped as you saw him enter the room, your eyes wide. His cousin averted his eyes from you, clearing his throat and greeting you. It sparked his curiosity, because you two had such a close relationship that he struggled to see why you would not want him to hear whatever you had been saying

• he didn’t let it be seen, but that little interaction was eating away at him. They seemed to know something he did not, and it was maddening. It happened again the day after, and you ignored him as he went to ask some of his teammates about a mission they had been assigned to. It was as if you hadn’t even noticed him.

• when he went home that day, even his mother seemed to know something he didn’t. She kept humming a singsong, seemingly happy, and smirking knowingly every time she looked at him. When he asked her what was on her mind, she said she was just happy and asked when he would see you next. He told her he’d planned to spend some time together the day after, and she told him to invite you for dinner

• Itachi was nervous as he stood in front of your door, holding your favourite flowers. He had figured he might have done something to displease you, and was willing to get to the bottom of it and make up for anything. He loved you with all his heart, and he needed to know you still felt the same. When you opened the door and smiled with a pretty blush on your cheeks at the sight of the flowers before you kissed him, he was relieved

• but still, the thought of what had happened was still on his mind. What had you been talking about? What was on your mind as you looked at him and pulled him into your flat, your eyes bright and nervous?

• ‘Itachi- I have something to tell you’ you started, breath slightly ragged. He stared, swallowing. What was it? Did you have doubts about your relationship? Itachi didn’t want to say it now, but he had been thinking of asking you to marry him. He had always known he wanted to build a family with you, to be with you for the rest of his life. But did you?

• Your hand cupped your own stomach, and Itachi’s eyes scanned you, his lips parting. You couldn’t mean…

‘I’m pregnant’ you whispered, your eyes shimmering with tears, a smile on your lips. He gulped, his fingertips trembling at the sheer volume of his emotions as his heart fluttered in his chest.

‘You’re going to be a dad’ you continued. Itachi’s eyes stung. This was what he had always dreamed of. A family with you. A child you’d both made.

‘I- thank you’ he breathed, unknowing of what he should say as his heart filled with more joy than he’d ever felt in his life. He wrapped his arms around you, a tear overflowing from his eyes as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

‘You’ll be the best father’ you said, laughing softly, holding onto him. He picked you up effortlessly, gently, kissing you and pouring all of his love and happiness into the kiss.

‘Thank you’ he repeated, because he was so, so grateful for you. So in awe of the life you were creating already.

[rainmustfallts4]

Rain Must Fall (Commentary Ed.) ◇ Episode 32: promised

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Since the slumber party failed, I hosted a Weenie Roast? I think that’s the one I picked. I invited everyone over again!

It does look pretty neat to have everyone gathered around the fire like this. Feels like a real friend group c:

“Gather around everyone! I have a spooky tale to share. One upon a time, in a hidden world far away from society, lived a man named Bob. Bob enjoyed his life living alone in the woods, surrounded by fauna and flora. He had an appreciation for life that most people did not. Do you know why?”

The group shook their heads, listening closely.

She paused for a moment, glancing around at the group. “Because he was a zombie! Rah!” She lunged at them, hands held up like a t-rex. Half the group cried out in surprise while the other half laughed at the ridiculousness of the story.

Name a cuter couple. I’ll wait.

They exchanged promise rings ;_;) BRB gonna go cry.

Wooo making some aspiration progress! Not sure why this one worked and the other party didn’t but meh.

Game, are you drunk? We literally just completed a PARTY where one of the main goals is to SOCIALIZE.

To be fair, I’ve gotten this pop up like 5 times lol I think the achievs are broken.

😮 We got a chess table!

I read online that having high logic skill makes you gain other skills faster? I have no idea if that’s true but this chess table is great to have. It also looks pretty cool.

Dude, this kid was being a total bitch. As soon as we got to school, he starting yelling at literally everyone, including the poor old janitor.

“Don’t try me, bro. You can’t tell me anything worse than what I say to myself!” 😉

Oh hell no. No one picks on Jeb without getting chewed out!

He thanked her for standing up for him. I picture Jeb as a cute little outcast Geek that doesn’t really fit in but he’s super sweet and doesn’t cause drama. I must protec.

And there it is, another best friend for the list. I think this is #2?

I have to gain a bunch of followers for the next milestone.

Another level up c: I wonder which skill we’ll max first. I’m not particularly focused on any one skill atm, which may mess me up in the long run, but I’m kind of just making small progress on many at a time.

[applcrumbl]

SEVEN STAGES

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Ex! Reader, JJ Maybank X Reader Warnings: Strong Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Physical violence, Accidental domestic abuse, driving under the influence, i think that's it? Author’s Note: I promise i wont take 6 months to post again lol

Summary: When your boyfriend Rafe leaves you for another woman, You find solace in JJ Maybank.

ii. denial and anger.

Rafe stumbled backwards, his calves knocking Sarah’s bedframe as he sat down, her phone still in hand. She shoots him a disapproving look before trying to snatch the technology back.

“Give me my phone, Rafe” She spits.

He tosses the device behind him uncaringly, there is a thud as it bounces from the mattress to the floor. Rafe makes no other effort to move.

“Get out of my room.” Sarah follows, picking up the phone and scanning it for any cracks.

“Shut up.” Rafe spits back, still unmoving.

“I mean it. Get out!”

But Rafe wasn’t listening. His mind swirled with emotion as his eyes were drawn to the framed picture on his sister’s bedside table. It was a few years old and taken on a cheap disposable camera, you could barely make out the kids playing in the sand. His hands shook as he picked the glass frame up.

“Rafe, put that down.” Sarah continues, her annoyance growing “Get out of my room!”

His fingers swipe along the frame’s rim, collecting the thin layer of dust that had gathered. He admired your swimsuit and the way the sun brightened your squinted eyes. His heart hurt at the thought of you ever looking that happy with another man. He rises from his spot on the bed and throws the frame to his feet. It shatters across the floor and Rafe leaves the room.

The next few days panned out exactly as like a poster for self-destructive behaviour. Rafe drowned his sorrows in the bottom of a whiskey glass. Reckless partying and more cocaine than he’d ever bought at one time. His comedown was muffled by a hair of the dog, and repeated for weeks afterwards. 

One particular party saw half of Figure 8 at Tannyhill, dancing, drinking, drugs and debauchery in every corner of the plantation house. Rafe sat with Topper and Kelce on the balcony, a healthy amount of cocaine cut on the table before them. Topper had tapped out hours ago and Kelce was preoccupied by the touron girl on his lap. There was nothing for Rafe to do but sniff, drink, and scroll through his instagram.

He swore to all that he was over you. After all, it was his fault you’d broken up. This was what he wanted, he wanted to stay out as late as he pleased and see any girl that would have him. He wasn’t a monogamy man, and he didn’t like that he’d changed for you. But 5 minutes on his newsfeed had him questioning every choice he’d made.

Rafe didn’t follow pogues. He barely even followed his kook friends. But, he couldn’t help but click on the tagged accounts when a picture of you popped up on his sister’s Instagram. He couldn’t help but scroll through your page, and see what you’d been doing. He couldn’t help but stop to stare at the picture of you and JJ, cosied up together by a bonfire, your head on his shoulder and his arm around yours. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. He couldn’t help but get up and make his way to his bike. He couldn’t help but drive to your house.

He probably could’ve helped himself when he hesitated to knock, the drink and drugs slowly exiting his system. Realisation setting in.

“Rafe?” You gaped, standing behind him as his hands lifted to knock.

He turned quickly, shocked to hear your voice. He’d come to see you, but it still surprised him.

“Baby.” he almost whispered.

“Why are you here?” you ask, grocery bags in hand. You hear JJ shut the car door in the distance. 

“I’m here to see you.”

You stutter, unsure how to respond. “You don’t get to see me anymore.”

JJ is behind you now, eyes surveying the situation before him. He stays quiet, for once, and you are thankful for that.

“I just want to talk, Y/N” Rafe tries.

“Get off my porch.”

“Y/N.”

“Now.” You snap. Fueled by the tire from your long day, but also the headache you feel looming in your temples.

JJ speaks up, “I think it’s time for you to leave, shitbrain.”

“Don’t talk to me, Pogue.” Rafe slurs, walking slowly down the porch stairs. A threatening look in his eye that’s trained on JJ. You put your hand out to stop him as he steps 

“Rafe, just go.” You plead.

“I just want to talk to you.”

"We have nothing left to say, Rafe.” You shake your head, frustration building,  “It's over. You made your choice, and I've moved on."

Rafe, seemingly unaffected by your words, takes a step closer, his eyes still locked onto JJ. 

"You think you can just waltz back into her life whenever you please?" JJ retorts, his tone firm. "She doesn't need you causing more trouble."

“And you think that? Why?”

“Because I’m her boyfriend.”

“For now.” Rafe laughs, “A rebound.”

"Rafe, enough!" you warn, stepping between the two. Perhaps not your bravest idea, but avoiding a fight was the only thing on your mind. Rafe's jaw clenches, and an angry glint flashes in his eyes. Ignoring your pleas, he takes another step towards JJ, his hands curling into fists.

JJ simply laughs. It’s dry and humourless. “Funny.” he starts, finally putting down the small brown grocery bag. “That’s not what she was saying to me last night. In my bed”

“JayJ” you warn again, turning to face the blond directly. “Go inside, please.”

Where JJ Maybank may have your best interest at heart, most of the time, he can't help but revel when that coincides with rubbing a Kook’s nose in it. He leans down to kiss you before he goes. Passionate and slow. Rafe sees red.

Driven by a mixture of anger and intoxication, the older boy loses control. He disregards your presence and launches himself at JJ, throwing a punch that connects square to JJ's jaw. The impact sends JJ stumbling backwards, his grip on you faltering to none. 

The dim glow of the porch light cast flickered shadows on their strained faces, the crashing of ocean waves playing as underscore to the fight that took place on your front grass. JJ, quick on his feet, dodged another of Rafe’s blows and retaliated with a powerful counterpunch to the Rafe’s middle.

You rushed forward, arms outstretched, desperate to separate the two combatants. Your heart beat louder than your yells. Pleaded words falling on deaf ears. 

"Stop it, both of you!" you begged, voice drowned by the sounds of grunts and punches.

“She’s just using you as a rebound.” Rafe quips, voice strained under the pressure of JJ’s hands around his throat.

“And you’re just in denial” JJ jabs, fighting his corner as Rafe wrestles from his grip.

“Please, stop!” You beg from the sidelines, Nosy neighbours now watching from windows, or with trash bags in hand. “Boys, I mean it!”

Ignoring your attempts to intervene, Rafe and JJ continued their assertion of male dominance. Now fighting for their own lives instead of your honour. It was bloody, and you could’ve sworn you heard a bone break. You step forward, all of your might directed into pulling the pair from one another. Perhaps if you weren’t so focused on stopping the fight, you’d have avoided getting hurt. You found herself inadvertently in the trajectory of JJ's next swing. 

Your eyes widened with shock, as the punch, originally intended for Rafe, connected with the side of your face. The impact sent you stumbling backwards, a sharp pain blossoming across your cheek.

"Y/N!" JJ exclaimed, horror crossing his features as he realised what had happened. Breaking apart from Rafe, he rushed to your side, shock palpable,  "Y/N, I—I didn't mean to..."

Your cheek stung like it had been pricked by a 50-foot rose. Growing more scarlet by the second, you slap away JJ’s badgering hand. "Not now, JJ. "

“What the fuck have you done, Maybank” Rafe spits at the boy, almost intending to start another fight.

“Fuck off Rafe” JJ bites back.

“Go inside” You state, blunt, eyes focused on your boyfriend. “Let me fix this.”

Normally, JJ would fight you on this. Make his case on why he should stay, and why he should handle it. But today, given all that had transpired in the last 5 minutes, he thought it best to follow your wishes. 

“Yeah, that’s right, bitch boy” Rafe whistles. A final retort.

JJ continues his journey, but not without a reply of his own. “Yeah, but she’s still my girlfriend at the end of the day”

Rafe's eyes follow JJ inside. He was hesitant to look at you, knowing exactly how you’d be looking back.

“Why did you come.” you spit, tender cheek pulsating. You wipe a small trickle of blood from a cut on your face. Rafe wants to reach out and wipe it for you, but refrains. “Is this what you wanted?”

He can’t reply.

“Go home, Rafe.” you whisper, picking up the last of your groceries from beside the porch stairs. “Don’t come back here.”

"I still love you, Y/N."

Your eyes narrow at him, "You need help."

“I need you.”

“You need a therapist. Rehab. You need to go home, and get out of my life.”

He takes a step back, his adrenaline wearing off. He notices the bystanders watching from their windows. He feels the bitter cold of the night on his skin. The drink and drugs long gone from his system, he finally feels sober for the first time. 

"I didn't mean for it to go this far," he mutters, remorse thick in his voice.

“Intentions don't excuse the consequences," you reply sternly, opening your front door ro reveal the box of Rafe’s belongings, "Here..."

He watches as you deposit the box on the porch, replacing it with your fresh groceries. 

“Don’t come back”

With that, you turn away from him, shutting and locking the door behind you. Rafe stands there for a moment, tasting the salt from the sea in the air. He looks at the box on the porch and debates taking it. On one hand, it’s the right thing to do, plus he needs the cufflinks in it, and his favourite polo shirt. On the other, he has his bike, and no way of getting it home safely. Deep down, he also wants to prolong the end. He knows he can win you back, and he knows that you’ve just told him exactly how to do it.

The distant sound of approaching police sirens prompts him to make a hasty retreat into the night, kicking his bike into gear and speeding off. The box left unattended on the porch, and JJ pressing frozen peas into your burning cheek.

Rafe doesn’t sleep, he packs his bags and deletes Barry’s number.

[romanstheory]

Rage A Solo Sikoa One Shot

Warnings: Smut, Laughing, Roughness (lol), oral sex fem receiving

Word count:863

18+

It’s my time….. finally…… the main roster. I’ve worked what feels like my whole life for this moment, and I have tunnel vision to say the least. My intentions are dead set on getting back at Solo Sikoa. We were tag partners in NXT, and he left me in the midst of a heated rivalry… he threw me to the wolves to go be the henchmen to his meathead cousin.

Nonetheless, I knew what I was about to do and I knew it was risky stepping to anyone in the bloodline. But truthfully… I don’t give a shit. Nobody knows what’s about to happen, I can hear the bloodline cutting a promo. I nod to the sound tech to play my music and I hear the crowd pop. I storm down the ramp and into the ring, eyes locked on solo. For the first time ever a look of concern grows across his face. Jimmy, Jey, and Roman all look over to him, Paul behind them with his head resting in his palms.

I grab a mic “Surprise!” I say with a smug smile “Didn’t think you’d see me again did you?”. Solo flares his nostrils and leans his head back. Roman begins to attempt to speak but I put up a finger stopping him dead in his tracks. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” I continue “oh! I know! Romans got your balls!” The crowd goes wild as solo gets enraged from embarrassment. I let out a loud cackle as Solo snatches the mic from one of his brothers “What the hell are you doing here” He growls

“I’m here for revenge” I growl back “you left me! And for what? To be the heavy for you punk ass cousin who doesn’t even really like any of you?” Roman raises an eyebrow, in shock that I said what everyone else was already thinking. Solo and I get into each others faces, ready to fight right there. “What are you gonna do?” Solo barks at me. I pull back and throw a punch at Solo, landing right on his jaw “fuck around and find out” I cackle as I leave the ring leaving the bloodline embarrassed and infuriated.

A week passed and Solo has blown my phone up. Text message after Text message, call after call all ignored. I didn’t even hear from him this much when we were a tag team. My phone rings again, it’s him and I finally decide to answer. “Meet me at catering” he says and hangs up. I smirk and make my way to catering, it’s just him there everyone else has come and gone by then. “What” I say with an eye roll. “Look I’m sorry” he says.

“Apology not accepted” I reply “Was that it?”. “That was a mean ass right” he chuckles “I deserved that”. I sit down next to him “you deserved a few”. There’s a brief pause…. Neither of us said anything but the silence was loud. “Kinda turned me on a little bit” he says finally looking me in my face. The blind could see that Solo and I had a thing for each other during our tag days, and I tried to bury them after he left but it never quite worked out completely.

“You put me in my place on national tv in front of my family” He continues “that was sexy”. My face begins getting hot, only he could do that to me. “Good… Hopefully you stay in it” I say kicking eyes with him. “Let me show you your place” He says, eyes dark with lust. “Huh?” I say. He grabs me, pulling me onto his lap, gripping my ass tight causing me to gasp. “Solo!” I say just above a whisper “we’re literally in catering someone can just walk in here!”

“You talk too much” Solo says as he pulls me into a kiss. I seemingly melt into him as our lips collided. Is this what I’ve been waiting for? What about my plan? Is he distracting me? So many questions go running through my mind as his hands run down my pants sliding my athletic shorts off. He sits me on the table “don’t be getting obsessed with me after this” he says cockily. He is pushes my legs apart, gently kissing my other lips sending a surge of lightning through my body. He gently licks around my soaked vagina causing me to exhale loudly. Suddenly I didn’t give a shit who might walk in

He begins flicking ans moving his tongue in waves around my clit, I can’t even catch my breath. He looks up at me sort of like a lion drinking water, just watching me melt further and further into him. He continues massaging my clit with his warm tongue as I feel my climax approaching quickly. “I- oh my god” I squeal loudly before squirting my juices onto Solo. He licks his lips and sits up while I collect myself and slide my shorts back on. “do you forgive me now?” He asks wiping his face. “Mmmhhh nah, good head tho” I cackle as I walk away

[namor-shuri]

Your tags on my venn diagram post are gold and should be a fic.

LMAOOO not me forgetting y’all read my tags 😭 Look, your venn diagram is accurate af and I really hope you bless us with more. The world wants to see these talented men come together and team up on a project [or in my case, tag team me]. But hey, I support both scenarios. Your fic comment got me thinking “what if I actually wrote a fantasy, porn without plot one shot about them?” So then I attempted it [HEAVY on attempt because I haven’t written a fic before 🥲] But here goes nothing *gulps*. Hope you like it op! @scruffylookingpiratecaptain 💗 *deletes my entire account and moves across state lines afterwards* lol

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Gael Bernal Diego Luna Tenoch Huerta Pedro Pascal Oscar Isaac

“I want to fuck like we’re filming in the valley.”

**Warnings/ Disclaimers: NSFW, 18+, group sex, language, fiction [this is only intended to be fantasy], porn without plot**

We have a routine down. They stop by my apartment Friday night, fuck me, we eat together, and then they leave. Repeat. No cuddles. No pillow talk. No strings attached. No bullshit. Just straight fucking. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I didn’t develop feelings somewhere along the way for each and every one of them, but I’ll take that to my grave.

It wasn’t always like this.

It first started off with just Tenoch and I. We met one another through a drunk threesome one night after a friend’s birthday party. We instantly clicked and he quickly learned how to turn me on. The man could make me cum round after round till I forgot my first and last name. He knew all the right buttons to push and he got me hooked on him quickly. His dick game drove me insane and I hated that it admittedly elevated my standards for any man who was blessed to be entangled in my sheets. We became a casual “friends with benefits” type of a situation until one day he wanted to spice things up between us.

“Have you ever had sex with more than one guy at the same time?” He asks me out of the blue while we chill at a nearby cafe.

To my surprise, he wanted to add more guys to the mix. I wasn’t opposed to the idea but was honestly a little concerned at first.

“I want to watch other guys fuck you while I take part. That would be so fucking hot, you know? And I promise you would be safe, no funny business. I know these guys. They’re good guys, trust me. What do you think?”

Call me a whore. Lonely. Bored. A pick me. A girl with daddy issues. Some twenty-something big tit wide-eyed naive bitch finding intimacy in all the wrong places. Whatever. I could care less. I don’t need the judgement from my girlfriends, friends, family, or coworkers and I sure as hell don’t need it from you. The only thing that was running through my mind in that very moment was having an adventure and so I kept our little arrangement to myself. No one has to know.

I sipped my drink watching him over the rim of my cup. He met my gaze with those curious eyes of his like he was trying to read my mind. I looked down and smirked, finally swallowing.

“I’m in.”

*bzzzzz*

Like clockwork, Tenoch always came by my apartment first. I opened the door to the sight of this goober holding a pack of beers and striking a funny pose with damp curls. He must of showered before heading over because he smelled heavenly.

“Hey beautiful.” He kissed my forehead then waltzed right in, draping his stuff over a nearby chair.

We made small talk about his shit boss and how she underpays her staff. “And now she’s doing layoffs!” In this economy?? I crack open a couple of beers for us and hear the doorbell ring. “Tenoch, can you get that?” Diego and Oscar are here. Funny enough, they live in another apartment complex only a couple of streets down. What are the odds, right? Shockingly it’s not weird, but hopefully it stays that way.

Tenoch throws a movie on while I pop open a bag of chips Oscar brought over. Gael swings by next and as always, without fail, Pedro comes last. Hours later, I might add!

“Sorry for the delay guys, I had an emergency come up.”

We all boo him in unison while Tenoch throws a cheeto at his head.

“I don’t deserve this abuse! I promise I have a good excuse this time.” Pedro chuckles, dodging another chip successfully.

Yeah don’t feel bad for him. This fucker always has an “emergency”. He couldn’t be on time if his actual life depended on it.

“Blah blah blah. Just hurry up and sit down. You’re interrupting an important part of the movie dipshit. Mulan is meeting Mushu.” Oscar excitedly motions him over to the couch like we all haven’t seen this masterpiece 50+ times already.

I giggle and look around at everyone enjoying themselves. I have a lot of fun with them. I mean outside of our little scheduled orgy we got going on, I truly enjoy their companionship. I know they have my back and I have theirs. I wouldn’t dare be sappy and say this out loud but I love these guys and would do anything for them.

What’s wild to me is even though we have made this a routine by now, they still get shy around me before we start. No one wants to make me feel uncomfortable and I appreciate that more than they’ll ever know, but someone has to have the balls to make the first move. Thankfully, Diego does. He starts to massage the back of my neck while we all laugh at Mushu screaming “dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!” He looks over at me and notices me purr in approval. While his hand works out the kinks in my neck, he leans in and sensually kisses the side of my neck licking all the way up to my earlobe, catching it in between his teeth. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear about how gorgeous I am and how he can satisfy me better than any of these so called “men” here. I know it’s all for the fantasy factor but fuck does it turn me on. Only I can hear his ramblings and that gets me even hotter. He invades my personal space and breathes me in deep. I tilt my head and expose my throat to him like a cat on it’s back surrendering. Mark me, Diego. I start to squirm in my seat. I can feel my wetness already pooling in my panties.

My whimpers play over the movie and Oscar proceeds to join in on the fun. He directs my attention towards him and softly cups my cheek before going in for a blistering kiss. I close my eyes and let him lick into my mouth greedily. I surrender to his demanding touch while Diego starts to leave a trail of hickeys from my neck down to my clavicle.

Gael gets up from the other side of the couch and kneels down in front of me. He carefully unties my shoes and slips off my socks. He starts to caress my legs and massage my feet, looking up at me with heat behind his eyes. I watch his eyes shift to peek underneath my skirt. I’m trying to get friction to my clit by grinding my thighs together but Gael holds my legs in place with a strong grip. He then slides his hands slowly up my thighs till he gets to his destination. He hooks his finger over the top of my lingerie and brings them down one inch at a time, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the way.

I shutter as the air immediately exposes my wetness, revealing my sweet arousal. Gael finally slips my panties off and takes in its dampness. Oscar distracts me by gliding his hand over my breasts till he settles on my neck, roughly gripping my throat while he licks up into my ear.

I yelp.

“Be gentle.” Tenoch possessively asserts while he comes over and starts to pull his shirt over his head, exposing his happy trail and tattoo.

“Calm down. I’m only doing what the slut likes.” Oscar counters, looking over at Tenoch with a challenging stare before directing his sexual frustration back to me.

“Isn’t that right, baby? I want to hear you beg for Daddy.” He taunts while I make eye contact with him through submissive eyes. I’m thoroughly turned on right now and he knows it. Oscar’s tight grip on my neck is sending me over the edge and I want more. I need more. His authority is sending waves of pleasure through out my entire body and my hair raises on my arms. My pierced nipples start to harden and peak through my shirt and a wave of desire goes straight to my cunt.

Diego ceases to kiss my shoulder and looks down at my pebbled flesh.

“Well, would you look at that. Our brat likes to be choked.”

Diego goes to undress my top half and unclasps my bra with a swiftness. My breasts spill out of their cups one by one and he fondles one nipple as he laps up the other in his mouth eagerly. My breath hitches. I bite my lip, holding in a strangled noise.

Pedro moves over to my line of vision and begins to unbotton his pants in front of me, giving me a show. He starts touching himself as we lock eyes and creates a mess in his jeans. He whips out his exuding member and I shamelessly stare, taking in all of its glory. He watches me watch him and delights in the attention. This fucker.

“You like what you see, sweetheart? It’s all yours, just be a good girl and open your mouth wide for me.”

I love it when he calls me his good girl and tells me what to do. He doesn’t repeat himself twice. Ever. Whatever Pedro wants, Pedro gets. I pay the consequence if I misbehave. But God, do I love misbehaving.

I don’t budge one inch and go to kiss Oscar, dismissing Pedro’s very existence. That sets him off. Mission accomplished.

“Alright, play times over Princess.” he snarls.

Pedro yanks me away from Diego and Oscar by my hair and forces me forward to the edge of the couch, bringing me at eye level with his hardened cock. He holds my head firm in place as he steadily rubs his throbbing wood over my lips, painting them with his pre-cum. His breath goes ragged and his composure quickly diminishes. He wants this badly, but so do I. Pedro shoves his dick past my lips to the back of my throat without warning and I can see his pupils blow from his dominance over me. He tastes like sea salt and musk. I bring my hands up to grip his shaft and brace myself on his waist, sliding back and forth. He’s rough with me and forces me all the way down till my nose touches his pubes. I gag and my eyes starts to water. He finally releases his grip on me, and I exhale and spit on his dick. I go in for seconds and savor the taste, licking circles around his sensitive tip.

“Ah, just like that.” He affirms, letting his head fall back.

Everyone moves to claim a piece of my flesh to grab, squeeze, suck or fuck. I aspire to be their personal fuck toy to use and abuse for their own selfish gain. Is that too much to ask for?

Oscar repositions me on the couch so that I’m flat on my back as I resume sucking Pedro off. He pushes my skirt up out of the way and coats his fingers with saliva. He begins to slick up my folds, steadily working his way into my tight entrance. “Look at you.” He coos. He kneels down and without hesitation shoves his face into my juices and begins to devour me whole. He licks a line from my tight asshole to my sopping pussy lips and engulfs my clit with his large tongue. He hums around it, sending a wave of vibration to my core.

I loudly moan with Pedro’s penis down my throat, generating a low growl from him. I take him out of my mouth and start to plead as Oscar relentlessly works my sensitive clit with no sign of letting up. He sets my body aflame with little to no effort and it’s truly diabolical.

Tenoch comes to my side and begins to gently massage my breasts, bending down and taking one nipple in his mouth while he jerks himself off. Oscar prys my legs open to stop me from squirming. The overwhelming sensation of his scruff on my bundle of nerves is killing me and the mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating. Gael grabs my calf and begins to suck my toes, one by one while touching himself. He closes his eyes and takes his time savoring them greedily. He sucks and sucks like he’s making love to them and perverted noises start to fill up the room. My body riddles with ecstasy and the heat in my lower belly grows.

Diego squeezes some lube on his hand and continues to jerk himself off while watching this provocative scene unfold in front of him. He comes over to my side and replaces his hand with mine on his leaking erection. I slowly jerk him off while not breaking eye contact with him.

I can feel my arousal taking over. My brain is having trouble functioning and focusing on one particular thing at once. I am incoherent. I know I definitely heard my phone go off three separate times by now. Mulan is already beating Shan Yu’s ass on the roof. My AC unit turned off about an hour ago and it’s hot as shit in here. But none of these distractions matter to me right now. My ears tune into the sweet symphony of their joint moans and hisses, while I witness their hungry eyes fixate on me, mouths slightly parted in a fucked out bliss. The air is thick with sweat, sex and sin.

I come to and feel Oscar between my legs as I jerk Diego off with purpose while Pedro tilts my head towards him and fucks into my mouth, panting with each thrust. I create a tight vacuum, swallowing him with intense suction that my lips create a *pop* sound when I let go. He curses under his breath in satisfaction.

Tenoch breaks things up and takes control. He grabs hold of me and tears me away from everyone’s touch. He picks me up with one arm and lays back on the couch’s sweaty surface before positioning me on top of him. I straddle his waist and lean down for a kiss, exchanging fluids in a raunchy french kiss. He matches my energy and sucks on my tongue. Fuck, he’s such a freak. We continue to make out as he reaches over my ass and rubs my entrance in a circular motion, slowly dragging his thick digits along my folds. Tenoch replaces his fingers with his slick dick and coats his penis in my juices before tapping himself on my clit. Oscar prepared me for the taking and Tenoch is about to have his way with me. His thick cock promptly slides right into my walls and we moan in each other’s mouths. I’m convinced my vagina was made to please him. I try and adjust to his thickness, slowly making room for his size. My greedy cunt eventually swallows him whole. He gasps in approval. I dig my nails into his big chest as I begin to ride him, throwing my head back. Oscar promptly grabs my neck from behind and whispers nasty shit in my ear while I take Tenoch’s cock like a good girl. Tenoch holds onto my waist with a bruising grip, displaying his possessiveness over me. He sits up on one elbow and sucks my sensitive nipples, playing with my piercing with his tongue in a circle motion. My cunt flutters around him, making him buck.

Goosebumps break out all over my skin as a chill runs down my spine. I whine loudly, succumbing to my pleasure in waves. The sounds of Tenoch’s dick slamming into my tight hole as my ass cheeks hit his pelvis is delicious and it makes me wetter each thrust. He’s giving it to me so good right now but Oscar decides to test how much I can truly take at once.

He cups my ass and halts my bouncing. Tenoch’s member slowly slides out. He grabs my cheeks and spreads me wide, admiring the stretch of my asshole and vagina with his tight grip. Oscar leans in and dips his tongue in and out of both holes, indulging in my natural taste. He pulls back and spits on my tight asshole. He sucks his thumb first before bringing his slick finger to my hole, spreading his spit in a circular motion. Oscar deepens the pressure until his thumb successfully slides in.

A raspy moan leaves my lips and I cry out.

“Mmmm I know baby, I know. Daddy knows what to do.“ He confidently mutters between pants. He’s so turned on right now.

He spits on his pointer and middle finger next, slipping in two digits and stretching me out. His calculated process is driving me crazy and my thighs tremble around Tenoch’s waist. I gasp and stop sucking and jerking off Pedro and Diego, focusing on my breathing.

“Don’t be greedy Oscar, there’s enough of her to go around.” Tenoch gripes, assisting in spreading my cheeks to give Oscar better access. I whimper in anticipation.

Oscar continues to work open my hole with a squirt of lube, fucking me with his fingers until he deems I’m ready for his thick shaft. I grow impatient.

“Ah…f-fuck me Oscar, please. I need you!”

Pedro starts to laugh.

“Stop playing with your food Oscar. The lady is getting tired of you.”

“I thought you like when Daddy plays with you, baby.” Oscar taunts before spontaneously slapping both of my ass cheeks one by one, again and again and again. Left. Right. Left. Right. He spanks me so hard that the pain becomes unbearable. Tenoch proceeds to choke me, holding my neck in place. I scream but no sound comes out. My voice is hoarse from sucking and fucking. Gael ducks down and starts to suck on my nipple while twisting the other between two fingers, playing with its jewelry.

Once he deems me ready, Oscar takes his throbbing wood in hand and aligns his coated head with my stretched hole. He grabs some lube one last time, lathers me up and slides in. He takes his time to make sure he doesn’t hurt me but I want it now. He relishes in my tightness and cusses under his breath. Tenoch licks his fingers and lubricates my pussy with his saliva before re-entering me. My eyes roll back with the overstimulation of being filled to the brim. They start to move together in unison and I resume bouncing on both Tenoch’s and Oscar’s dicks together. Oscar looks down, watching himself go in and out of my ass, cheeks bouncing back on his pelvis and jiggling. He bites his lip from the glorious sight.

“Fuck y-your so tight…ah-“ They both rant together.

Sounds of skin slapping skin echo throughout my entire apartment and Oscar steadily grips my shoulder while Tenoch grabs my waist. I feel like I am being split in two as my holes stretch and adjust to being double penetrated. A bitch is on cloud nine and I can barely string two sentences together. They are deep in my guts and I think I’m going to black out from the overwhelming sensation. This is a ride I never want to get off of. Tenoch picks up the pace and fucks up into me with no mercy while Oscar follows suit. He looks determined, sweat dripping down his forehead. Tenoch gawks at my bouncing breasts in his face, matching the fast pace. He reaches down and thumbs my clit.

My orgasm is on the rise and I can feel my climax is near.

“Daddy, I’m….I’m close!” I moan.

Gael lets go of my breast and runs to grab my vibrator from my bedroom. He turns it to the setting I like and places it close to Tenoch’s groan so that it’s touching my clit at the right angle. He looks up at me as my mouth falls open. I’m slowly becoming undone and can’t hold on any longer.

Diego makes the split decision to get up on the couch and position himself in line to face fuck me. He holds my hair as I bounce and proceeds to have his way with me. I moan around his dick as spit pools and drips down my chin. Pedro leans down and fondles a breast while biting one nipple just the way I like it.

It was truly a sight to see. A real group effort. The one group project where everybody wins. My question is why didn’t we think to film any of this and post it to porn sites world wide or only fans and make millions?? You should have seen us! We fucked like real professionals. I could see it now: “Sexy whore takes 5 big cocks like a champ” as the title. Hmmm. Now that I think about it, we would have probably ran into some copyright issues with Mulan playing in the background. The “A girl worth fighting for” song blasting at full volume was a nice touch though.

I feel myself choking on his penis and Diego reminds me to breath through my nostrils as he shoves my head forward. He yanks me off of his dick to give me a second to breath and a string of saliva connects from my lips to his tip. He slaps me a bit and roughly grabs my cheeks. Diego leans in for a sloppy kiss and purrs “that’s my fucking slut.” He’s genuinely proud of me.

“Now suck!” He demands and plunges back into my mouth without any hesitation. He’s pumping me so fucking good while his thrusts start to become sporadic and his breath goes ragged. I know he’s close. He slips his throbbing dick out of my mouth and readjusts so that I give his neglected balls some lovin. He bites his lip in approval.

“I’m cumming…I’m cu-“ Tenoch goes silent as he spills his hot seed deep into my swollen pussy. My vagina pulses around him as I feel him paint my walls. I shake involuntarily as he comes down off of his high. His dick slides out of me and goes limp, while his seed leaks down my thigh. He lays there catching his breath as everyone continues to use me for their own satisfaction. He watches me bounce on top of him as Oscar continues to pound me from behind.

I quickly follow suit and climax hard, squirting all over Tenoch with Oscar deep in my ass, Pedro sucking my nipple rings hard, Gael rubbing my clit with my vibrator on high and Diego stuffing his balls in my mouth.

Everyone let’s go of me for a second as I buckle and grip Tenoch’s chest before completely collapsing on top of him. All of my energy leaves my body. He catches me in his arms and caresses my back, making sure I’m okay. He kisses my forehead and I feel his chest rise and fall.

Once my breath evens out, I look up and see everyone staring at me with concern. The Mulan end credits continue to roll on the TV. I sheepishly look around and immediately get shy in front of them for the first time.

“So…..round two?”

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[fnaffersblog]

Wawawa you're fine! I love reading your thoughts about the show. You always have great takes so it's always a treat to read! Honestly you are completely correct that both Sun and Moon have too much problems to work through alone. Like they're getting better, but if someone doesn't intervene soon something is going to happen that might actually cause unfixable damage.

I can't help but wonder if part of New Moon's improvement in the emotions department has to do with Earth. Like it's a given that the old Moon didn't know how to deal with social issues at all, but honestly considering how he came to be it's surprising he wasn't worse off. The newer Moon though had a much more tolerant beginning. Sure it sucked that he literally woke up just to find out that he has a lot of problems to look forward to, but at least he had a supportive family (even if he didn't know them) to help him get his footing. I feel like that helped Moon a lot in being able to process things and helped him have a more healthy mindset. Earth probably led to a good chunk of the positive coping skills. Moon knows Earth is probably the most emotionally intelligent of them all so why not try to emulate some of her caring nature though emulating can only do so much if you're still clueless on the emotional cues :')

Also thank you for saying the part where the old Moon and Sun really didn't know each other as well as they thought they did. I've always sort of had that thought in the back of my mind but I never really gave it much thought, and now I'm sad thinking about how Sun really never got to know old Moon personally before he got erased. Sure the newer Moon is basically the same just reset but there are certain things that the old Moon experienced that the new one will never truly get because it didn't happen to him.

As for the name choice, Spigot is what Lunar named the toy reindeer he got for Christmas :) Also for your consideration, Cherrim for Sun.

I’m so glad folks like my deep dives! Everyone has been so kind in my comments n stuff, I appreciate that a lot, it makes me really happy. I love seeing other people’s long posts too when I pop into the various SaMs tags. It’s always interesting to see how someone perceived an episode differently than I did, I always end up being like ‘I thought that too!’ or ‘I didn’t even notice that!’ when I read other people’s stuff. It’s great, my favorite part of this. :D

“If someone doesn't intervene soon something is going to happen that might actually cause unfixable damage.” So, this. Yes. Yeah. Took the words right out of my mouth. I’ve been thinking this for awhile now.

It’s… a weird situation. Moon’s reset, even though it happened months ago at this point, has thrown a wrench in the situation.

At this point, Moon… doesn’t really have any issues?

Yeah this is all… a mess to talk about lol.

Old Moon? Yes. Old Moon had a LOT of issues he needed to work through. Had he not been reset, I think he’d be at a breaking point right now right alongside Sun, if he wasn’t actively pushing Sun towards one. Or both.

New Moon is… well, I don’t think we’ve really gotten any sort of indication that he’s having trouble reconciling with the reset. In fact, I don’t think we’ve gotten ANYTHING in regards to how New Moon feels about the reset. I did SAY that in the previous post but it was more me waxing poetic and less concrete proof has been provided that he’s struggling with any emotional turmoil due to the reset. At most, maybe he’s stressed with all the stuff that he’s dealing with all at once?

Like, yeah, he’s annoyed and disturbed by the actions of Old Moon and he thinks Old Moon was a dick but like… does he see that as himself? As a different person? Does he ever think about it at all? Is it on his mind a lot, or is it just something he’s reminded of sometimes? Like, Old Moon is just some guy to him people bring up, or whose stuff he has to sort through sometimes. We’ve gotten nothing as far as I can remember. I don’t think we have any perspective on how New Moon sees the reset at all. We don’t know at all. NOTHING. Which is funny because I really did think, well this was such a huge event for us and for the show, there’s gotta be something unresolved there for New Moon but… I don’t know? It feels more like, considering the way he’s reacted when Sun has brought up stuff Old Moon has done… Like, when Sun talks about stuff Old Moon to New Moon did he says things like, ‘you used to do’ or ‘you did before’ or ‘when old you’ and New Moon always just kinda seems to go ‘huh’ or get quiet, sometimes correcting Sun ‘well I can’t do that now’ and then the conversation moves on. At the very least he must know Sun sees it as Old Moon or previous version of Moon and New Moon or current version of Moon. I can see that causing some contention no matter how New Moon perceives Old Moon in relation to himself.

He’s stressed out because he’s juggling a lot of plates right now, for sure. I mean, he was basically just born and now he’s trying to save the world from six different angles, on top of re-learning/learning everything for the first time. I’d be a little irritable too. But I think that that’s it. He’s at most annoyed and a little burnt out, but all that previous trauma is gone and it’s gone for good, if the most recent lore ep told us anything.

Suns isn’t. Obviously, lol. In fact he kinda called this out himself, that Moon just got to start over and Sun doesn’t. Which is going to cause contention from Suns side.

It’s a mess.

Earth is a TREASURE. I love her. She’s a wonderful character and I’m so happy for her inclusion in the show. She fits so well into Sun and Moon’s dynamic, she’s like a piece that was always missing that no one knew about. Had I more time, I’d talk about her for awhile, because she’s such a sweetheart.

But I agree with literally everything you said in the paragraph about her and Moon. I couldn’t say it better myself. Her being around to help contextualize New Moon’s formative experiences alongside Sun has definitely been a massive factor in his changes.

It makes me curious about her relationship with the creator. The Creator refers to her as daughter and Sun and Moon as mistakes (Though he also talks about her as an object, much like he does the others, tools he created to do things. Even so, he is miles more respectful towards her than he is towards Sun and Moon). If she’s anything like Sun and Moon she was ‘raised’ in the sense that she had programs written into her, but her experiences after she turned on were what shaped her current personality. She is SO MUCH MORE well adjusted than Sun and Moon. Does he… love her? She refers to him as father and is defensive about his actions towards Sun and Moon, she took care of him. It makes me super interested to leanr even more about her ‘childhood’ so to say.

I like Earth.

There’s a lot to grieve about in regards to New Moon. I know a lot of folks were holding onto the idea that perhaps there was a way to return Moon’s memories and I’ll admit I was one of those people. But with what amounts to a concrete confirmation from Golden Freddy alongside just the fact that it happened at all, I think it’s safe to say that Old Moon, ALL of Old Moon is gone. There’s more to say about it, but that’s a longer discussion for a different post.

I did not remember that detail about the reindeer for Lunar! That’s perfect. Also how did I not think of Cherrim for Sun?? It’s literally the perfect Pokemon for him! It’s whole gimmick is the sun AND it’s rays look like petals just like Sun’s rays, I LOVE that. Perfect perfect perfect.

[jackiequick]

A simple meeting between looks <3

She met him at the Hard Deck, seeing him flirting with another girl as she sat down in front of counter. She sat quietly, obviously deserving every facial feature and movement, getting jags from the other pilot.

She clearly recognized Rooster, no doubt about it and didn’t notice her Uncle Mav walking into the bar as she spaced out. Suddenly she felt a pair of eyes on her, as she eyed him immediately. Like a deer in headlights, their eyes flicker around the room then back at each other side.

He watched her simple deter aura from across the way. She was gorgeous in his eyes, blonde, pretty cute curls and green almost blue eyes. Lips oh so plump and juicy as a smile rose to the corner of her cheeks. Her class smile just showed creativity and love, attitude towards the attention seeker that he was. Jake didn’t hesitate and walked up to her lowering his drink on the counter, “Hi.”

She turned to face him returning the smile, “Hello there.” Her eyes watch the pilot knowing that ‘Oh he was confident and a good trouble from a mile away’ but she loved that about it. She continued, “May I help you Mr…?”

“Seresin. Jake. At your service ma’am. What’s a fine gal like you doing in a place like this?” He replied with that honey covered southern charm and voice that can make any girl melt. Weak at the knees and hardly breathe kinda charm. Damn was he good. He watched her eyes flash and cheeks blushing a rosy red grin, knowing he got her now..hopefully. He then asked, “Did get your name..”

“Damn your good. You are good, Jake. I’m Amber. Amber Kazansky, Lieutenant or should I call you, Hangman?” She smirked hanging off every word grinning ear to ear, as her cheeks popped out with natural rose color watching his face light up. A deer in headlights watching the realization hit his face like a ton of bricks, of course she figured out who he was. She looked over the paperwork on the pilots and their RIO. She continued her line, “You alright darling?”

To say Jake was supposedly surprised was a nothing, he was beyond flabbergasted at his realization, his eyes said it all. He was crushing on the Admiral’s kid, of course he would. In his eyes, he saw the first opening scene and a level of opportunities he would get with her by his side. He barley knew her, at least only heard stories how she knows things like your Callsign before you even said by just the guessing words..by he never saw the face to claim that beauty or the voice it belong to her. Yup he’s falling in love with images he’s playing in his head.

But he played it cool and laughs enjoying your company. She laughed shaking her head liking the Ken Doll already. In her eyes Amber had plenty of imagine playing in her head of him. She heard of the man who leave you solo in the skys only since he doesn’t know how to play correctly, always prepared for almost anything and has his ego shine whenever needed. She heard and saw on photo of the beautiful man in front of her who smelled like spring sun and warm hot chocolate after a stressful day. Heavenly to her eyes and ears. They stayed in that calming zone of pure silence trying to read each other like a news letter, smiling and a scene of pure chaos playing in the background.

Until Jake broke the gaze they were in grinning brightly, “I would say if i may buy you a drink? But it seems you already got one.” He chuckled pointing to the drink served by Penny just a while back that was sitting next to his. She chuckled matching the grin, “Well you may buy me the next around.”

Neither of the two thought much it the rest of the afternoon, but little did they know they would see each other a lot more often. With the Lieutenant on his mission and The Admiral’s daughter keeping watch of the playing field. 

Hope you enjoy the mini short! What do you guys think? I tried my best lol

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[moonchild-things]

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Stepping Stone

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 3738

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A/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR WELCOME TO 2024! I got back from a family vacation to Aruba so my mind is still on vacation mode lol I finished a chapter tho! 

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THE SAME OLD, SAME OLD WAS HAPPENING in the Karasuno photography club. Wada Katski and Ito Miki were arguing, not surprising. It had started with Shimada telling the club about the finishing touches for the set up and layout for the gallery that was about an hour away from starting. Then Wada had made a suggestion, one that Ito disagreed with, and then the bickering ensued. 

Sakura had already tuned the pair out as she’s gotten used to it by now. Besides she had her own internal debate to deal with right now. When she had first been given the topic for this gallery, there was an instant idea that popped into her head. Who did she really find inspiration? Who did she see as her hero? That was obviously her brother. People might think that it was cute for her to think of her twin brother as her hero and looked up(more like down) to him and his passions. Though after their fight, after her own realization, she found herself seeing that her constant need to have him a part of every aspect of her life and vice versa was not too healthy. 

It left quite a bit of a bitter taste in her mouth, if she were to be honest. She was obviously going to keep this topic for her entry into the gallery. It was too late for her to change it. Though it wasn’t like she really wanted to. Even if they had this fight, it didn't mean she didn't value him any less.

If anything, she was using this moment as a stepping stone, at least in her eyes. One of the last odes to her brother before she finally goes all in on finding who she is as a person. A dedication to him, going to the Tokyo practice camp as her one last volleyball adventure for them both also being a part of that. Perhaps she should have said that she wasn’t going to go. Just like the last training camp, she didn’t really think that there was a need for her to be there. Getting a few photos would be nice, but she didn’t have to be there the entire time.

That was something she usually wondered about. Why Ukai and Takeda let her tag along for so long. It wasn’t like she was a manager or anything. She didn’t provide all too much, in her eyes, to the team besides helping Yachi and Kiyoko with some managerial stuff. Perhaps she made some comments about the guys and how they played, but nothing more. Maybe they had her there because she was a good way to reign in her brother and Kageyama sometimes. Whatever the reason is, she didn’t really care. She got the opportunity to be with her brother, and she was grateful for that. Though she certainly wouldn’t be asking to go along after this one. Doubt she’d really be missed, she might miss getting to see Kiyoko and the others she tolerated most days, but it would have to happen. The real question was whether she would miss it herself.

Just as Sakura was going to continue over-thinking things about her and her brother, it seemed like the bickering that had been happening in the background had suddenly become nonexistent. Looming over the once arguing pair, the angelic Mori was giving them a closed-eyed smile. Quite a menacing aura surrounding her and stealing the breath from the others in the room.  

“I think that the layout would look better with Yokoyama placed here, Ito, Shimada, Wada, Hinata and myself.” She gave them all an angelic smile that had an edge to it. Despite giving them a pleasant expression, they all knew that she was daring any of them to speak up again. A silent threat that no one wanted to see her make a promise. It caused them all to shiver, even Sakura who never really gets scared by anything.

Shimada clapped her hands loudly, causing the others to jump, “well, with that settled, we should get these to the art club too. Wada take these to them, please.”

The boy pouted, “Oh, why me?” Though he did just take the papers from her without saying anything else.

“Because you annoyed me the most, now let’s go!” Wada, sulking just a little bit, but doing as he was told. As he left, Ito stuck her tongue out at him, just being as childish as possible. Shimada then spun to scold her, “Ito! Stop antagonizing him! Now you and Yokoyama make sure that the displays are all set.”

Yokoyama stood up and saluted, “yes, ma’am.” So they grabbed Ito and started to drag her away to do as they were told. All the while, the mousy second-year was complaining about Wada as they went. Though after the two start going, it’s normal for Ito to start whining about him.

So that left Shimada, Mori and Sakura in the club room. With most of the preparations more or less done, besides some odds and ends that have to be taken care of, things were going smoothly as usual. That meant that the president and vice-president could relax. So while the others were tying up those loose ends, Shimada took this as an opportunity to slide over to Sakura.

“So are you excited?” She asked the younger girl, “Last time you were obviously quite anxious about it, so you must have gotten over your nerves this time!”

Sakura pursed her lips, “That’s not entirely how it works. But I am less nervous this time.” The initial fear of showing others her work was more or less overcome last time. She had grown confident enough in herself and her photography to be in the gallery. So it certainly wasn’t like she was going to be nervous about it this time.

“Great!” Shimada smiled, nearly jumping for joy. Obviously, she was happy for her underclassmen and her getting over her nerves. The last thing that she would want is for Sakura to end up as nervous as she was last time. “You’ll definitely enjoy this one more, I think.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “maybe.” Though she knew that Shimada was right. However, she wouldn’t want to admit that Shimada was right to her face, that would just cause the older girl’s ego to grow bigger. Sakura definitely doesn't need that, in her opinion.

Shimada nodded her head, content with her underclassmen’s lack of nerves over this. “I’m gonna finish up anything and make sure the set up is the right way.” With a short pat on Sakura’s head, Shimada skipped out of the room to supervise anything that she could find to keep herself occupied.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mori’s angelic voice asked, now that it was just her and Sakura in the room. She sat down on the chair in front of Sakura with a slightly apprehensive, yet encouraging, expression on her porcelain face. “I know that your subject is probably going to be a bit… awkward to talk about.”

Sakura thought for a moment, really trying to think about this. Yes, the subject of her photos, her hero, really was going to be awkward to talk about. Even more so if he did actually show up to the gallery. It certainly was a thought that had crossed her mind. More like it hadn’t really left her mind all too much. She cleared her throat, “I’m more than happy with who I chose as my hero. It's not like I could lie to myself about who I have viewed as my hero for basically my entire life, you know.” She drummed her fingers on the table in front of her. “My hero has always been my brother. He’s resilient and stubborn, determined and certainly never one to back down from a challenge. He’s also quite an idiot, but he has his moments.”

Mori gave her a sweet smile, “having a brother you admire is adorable, you know.” There are times that Mori wished that she had siblings. Younger or older, brother or sister, it didn’t matter to her. Though she then hears some stories about her friends and their siblings that makes her glad to not have one. Still doesn’t stop her from thinking about what it would be like.

She supposed that she could see her closest friends as siblings. Shimada was very much a sister to her, since they had joined the photography club in their first-year. The others who have come and gone in their little club held a place in her heart. She values her friends as much as she would family. Sakura certainly was a part of that sentiment too, even if they weren’t that close with each other. Mori was more than aware that Sakura liked to keep to herself, only opening up every once in a while. Shimada had really taken the younger girl under her wing, and Sakura really confided in her the most. So attempting to have a bit of a heart-to-heart with her, Mori figured that it was going to be a bit more difficult than with others. Though it was going pretty well for the time being.

Sakura blushed at her words, “Well, it’s not like he’s actually going to come to see it.”

There was a bitter undertone to her words. One that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to admit to. Either way she could still taste how sour her mood and words were. It definitely wasn’t pleasant. She did want her brother to be there for her, to support her in the same way that she has supported him. He has encouraged her and been to the first gallery, but who knew if he was going to be at this one. They hadn’t been talking to each other, at least the way that they usually have. So there was no telling if he would come to this. Sakura really hoped he did, even if she was still a bit annoyed with him.

Mori nodded her head, “Still, whether he’s there or not, you’re going to do amazing. He should be proud of you regardless.”

It wasn’t necessarily about if Sakura thought her brother was going to be proud of her or not. She is more than assured in the idea that no matter what argument or disagreement that the two could be in they would never stop supporting each other. No matter what he might say to her, or vice-versa, they would help each other achieve their goal. This misunderstanding wasn’t going to stop them from being family. They really just needed a moment. Though that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less. 

So this was that moment, a stepping-stone for both of the teens to skip their way onto a new chapter of their lives. A time where they could develop themselves in the right way as individuals. It could be hard right now, however, it certainly would have some happy outcomes at some point. 

Sakura let out a heavy sigh, “I just figured… This is a point that we can move onto a new point in our life. After this and the Tokyo camp, I think it’s best that Shōyō and I… do our own things. Actually, do our own things.”

“A good step forward.” Mori cheered her on. While she didn’t completely know how Sakura was feeling about this or her brother, she really hoped that this was a good thing for the both of them. The last thing that they would need is for something like this to just hurt them further. Mori didn’t want to see her good friend hurt or worse because of the relationship with her brother deteriorating further.

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Tsukishima shouldn’t be here. Really he shouldn’t. Whatever had possessed him to walk towards the commotion by the art club, was completely unknown to him. He already knew what was going on there, since he had been here for the last gallery that they had. Though that time he didn’t really have a choice. The entire team had wanted to go, and Yamaguchi had asked him to come with. Of course, he went.

Perhaps that was due to his own curiosity. He had wanted to see what Sakura had done, and how he could bully her for it. Then again, his mind flashed to the last gallery when he tried to do the same thing.

 He wasn’t exactly expecting her to stand up for herself. It kind of annoyed him. He couldn’t really get too much of a good gauge on what she was about. Yes, he knew that she was protective of her brother, that she would stand up for him no matter what. However, after having her stare him down and tell him that she was confident in herself and her work definitely threw a wrench in his mind. He thought that she would be an easy target, much like her brother, and he hates that she’s quite the enigma.

So maybe it was his curiosity gnawing at him again, or some sadistic part of his mind that wanted to try and bully her again. Still there was a smarter part of his mind yelling that it really wasn’t going to work. So why the hell was he peaking at the exhibits that people were gushing about?

As usual, there weren’t all too many people at the gallery, but that didn’t mean any of the students were less than excited. Art students were explaining their work to others, enthusiastic to show off their work. Just about everyone was more than happy to explain their work and process to anyone who was willing to listen. The only one who seemed to be not as enthusiastic was Sakura. 

He watched as she talked a bit to an eccentric third-year next to her. If he remembered correctly, that was Shimada-senpai, the president of the photography club. He doesn’t know much about the older girl, never really caring to know about anyone in this club. Then again, he could care less to know about anyone else that he didn’t deem necessary. Hell, if he didn’t have to know most of his team, he knows his life would be easier.

He did his best to spy into the room and see her work. Not wanting to be seen by her and questioned why he was there, he needed to make sure that she wouldn't see him. The last thing he needs is her smug face looking up at him because he was caught.

He rolled his eyes when he saw the few shots that she was displaying. Her brother. Of course they were of him. Who else would they be about? Apparently there was something about Heroes for this gallery's theme. Not that he was really paying too much attention. Though it didn't surprise him that it was her brother that she used for her hero. Everything in her life was about him, so why would this be any different?

“Why don’t you go in?”

Tsukishima jumped a bit at the sudden voice next to him. He certainly wouldn’t admit it but it nearly gave him a heart attack. Perhaps he was too stuck in his own head to realize anyone could walk up on him. He turned to see that it was Yamaguchi.

The green-haired boy smiled at him and asked again, “Do you want to go in?”

Tsukishima grunted and turned away from his friend, “No.” He could see Yamaguchi’s expression and didn't like it all too much. It seemed like he was going to tease him about something, and it bothered him.

“I'm sure Sakura would be glad to see people she knows coming to see her work!”

Tsukishima scoffed, “I'm not here to see whatever she's done.”

Yamaguchi blinked, a tad bit confused, “so why are you standing out here like a creep?”

“I'm not being a creep!”

“So you’re just watching Sakura from afar for…?” He raised an eyebrow, proving his point that Tsukishima was being a bit creepy.

“She’s annoying,” Tsukishima clicked his tongue. 

His friend gave him a look, one that frustrated Tsukishima. Yamaguchi pursed his lips, “That isn’t an answer.”

He huffed harshly trying to say the right thing. “I don’t get how she’s able to annoy me so much. Her idiotic brother is easy to read… But I can’t understand her.” Even after being around her for a few months, he still hasn't come up with exactly how she worked. She got into 

Yamaguchi tilted his head, “So you came here to understand her?”

Had he come here because of that? Then again what was he going to understand from her by watching her from outside? “It just felt strange that she wasn’t at the practices.”

His friend’s eyes widened, “Have you been missing her?”

Tsukishima glared at him though he didn’t say anything. No. He wasn’t missing her. What was there to miss?! Though if he did go in, she would undoubtedly pester him about him showing up. Tsukishima didn’t want to have to explain himself since he wasn’t even sure why he was there. Sakura got under his skin in a way that no one else has. Tsukishima sees most people as idiots, especially the likes on his team. However, Sakura wasn’t really an idiot. He could admit that she was smart, perhaps as smart as him, though he couldn’t pinpoint why she was just… different.

“Well,” Yamaguchi said, breaking Tsukishima from his thoughts, “I’m going to go and say hi to her. If you want to keep admiring her from afar, you can.”

Tsukishima jumped at the implication, “Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.” Though with the tone of voice and teasing smile on his lips, Yamaguchi didn’t seem to actually be apologizing. He seemed to be happy in this moment to tease his friend, which he rarely ever gets to do. Though he knows just how funny Tsukishima can get sometimes about Sakura. There was an inkling that Yamaguchi had a feeling as to why. Though he was going to leave it alone for the time being, since he isn’t even sure.

Tsukishima was then left to stew with his own thoughts. He watched as Yamaguchi walked up to Sakura, and the two shared some smiles as they talked about the gallery. The way that Sakura’s face brightened at the sight of her friend didn’t sit right in Tsukishima’s head, and he wasn’t sure why. 

Perhaps he was envious. Sakura had a great relationship with her brother, if not a bit too good. Was that something he wanted? Was that why his chest was tight when he thought about her smirk and narrowed eyes? Not that he should care. He gritted his teeth before marching off. Tsuikishima didn't need to worry about this. It would just annoy him further. Though it wasn't like she left his mind right away. She lingered behind in his mind and he hated that. She really was annoying him.

While on the court, Tsukishima knew that he couldn’t compare himself to Shōyō. That little ball of sunshine was the star of the court, while Tsukishima was just a stand in until Shōyō was needed again. However, when he found out about Sakura, he had thought that he could say that he was better than her. She wasn’t athletic, so he could say that he had that over her. Academic-wise, they were more or less on the same level. However, after at least figuring out that she was insecure about her photography, he felt gratification to know he could bully her for it. Maybe it was wrong of him, he only ever really did it to take his frustrations about her brother out on her. Though he didn’t care. Why would he? Though after time has passed and he’s had a moment of time without her snarky remarks in the gym… he missed it. And he couldn’t put his finger on why…

Elsewhere, also doing his best to go unnoticed, a certain decoy was hiding amongst the small crowd in the gallery. He thanked his height at this moment as he was able to keep himself from being spotted by his sister. He had wanted to come here to see what she did since she had been excited the last time they properly talked. 

Shōyō knew the theme of the gallery. How serious Sakura took these topics to heart and how important they were. He wasn't going to miss out on it, even if they weren't exactly on talking terms. He is always excited to see her happy about her work, so why would he miss out on this? Though it certainly warmed his heart, yet struck his chest with a wave of guilt, as he saw the photos that she had taken of him.

He knew that Sakura looked up to him. As she should, in his mind. He’s the big brother, so he wants to be a hero for both of his sisters. To make sure that they are safe and happy was one of his greatest goals in life. Of course, he had his personal journey to become the next Little Giant, however, his family also came first. 

Their argument was taking a toll on him. Shōyō had been reflecting on their childhood most of the time. Wrapping his head around what Sakura had said about wanting to be her own person seemed to be a bit more difficult than he thought. Their whole life, he thought that Sakura was happy. He thought that she was content with how they were never really apart. How bad of a brother is he to not have seen that?

Though after this, he was going to try. He wanted to try to completely understand what Sakura was feeling, how he could help her, and what they would do going forward. Sure, he doesn’t really see her issue all too much, but he wants to. Shōyō wants to listen to her and see where things went wrong. Maybe then she wouldn’t want to abandon him. So with the last fleeting look at his sister as she talked happily with Yamaguchi, Shōyō headed to find his bike. He had to head home to get ready for their trip for the camp. After tomorrow, he definitely was going to do what he could to make sure that Sakura really was okay.

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A/n: Ngl the chapter feels disjointed. I had something, then rewrote it entirely because it just felt wrong, and then I tried again but I wrote some of it a different times. So this chapter isn't that good. Has to be one of my worst lmao Either way next chapter is finally the Tokyo camp arc!! WOOO! Really my favorite arcs from the anime! I'm so excited! Let me know what you thought. Until the next chapter, my friends!

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

The one where if there's smoke, there's fire.

Or the 5th installment of the SKZ!pack Prequel Series.

A/N: Okay look. This was supposed to be the Minho chapter. But. Things got out of hand. So. Have this. And then have Minho next.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, a/b/o, alpha beta omega, ot8, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz x you, skz x reader, fluff, non-explicit smut, rut, alpha changbin, omega hyunjin, alpha y/n, beta jisung, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst, Non-explicit Smut

Title: Summer Camp

Jisung’s eyes are so wide you’re suddenly afraid they’re going to pop out of his head. 

“Jisung. Final warning. I’m coming in.” 

You can feel the way Jisung tenses from across the room, and suddenly, Hyunjin is making a mad scrabble to get off the beta’s lap, even as the sound of the front door clicks open ominously. 

You scoot farther away from the duo in a panic, until your back hits the couch a little bit harder than necessary, wanting to put as much distance between yourself and the beta as possible, but you know. 

You all know. 

The scent is going to give you away. 

Warm smoke, intertwined with tart lemons and blooming wisteria, and above it all, the stark, fresh scent of clean laundry. 

You might as well have written a giant, flashing neon sign in preparation for Lee Minho, one that plainly and clearly screams-look, we’re totally making moves on your boyfriend when you’re not here, and he’s actually really into it LOL!

A booted foot breaches the threshold of the living room, and you hold your breath as a fresh, stronger wave of heady bergamot proceeds the alpha’s entrance. 

Jisung looks like he wants to throw up. 

Beside you, a low growl rumbles from the back of Changbin’s throat. 

You all glance at him in open shock, and he stares back at you with wide eyes, as if just as surprised, or more so, as all of you to hear the sound coming from himself. 

The smell of smoke intensifies, and there’s something sharply acidic now beneath it all, putting you instantly on edge. 

Lee Minho appears then, holding some sort of grocery bag that you assume contains the before mentioned offering of elusive cheesecake, and stops dead in his tracks at the sight of all of you, circled on Jisung’s living room floor, surrounded by empty pizza boxes and even emptier bottles of cheap wine. 

“Hey-” Jisung stutters out, giving an awkward little wave, a wave that you know is fooling no one, especially Lee Minho. “Minho-hyung. I didn’t know you were coming over.” 

The alpha in question’s face remains absolutely blank, expressionless, dark eyes sweeping over his boyfriend, and then your trio. 

“I wasn’t aware you were having a party.” 

“I’m not!” Jisung scrambles to his feet, clearly trying to placate the alpha, though you clearly can’t see any outward signs of upheaval, his face just as unreadable as before. “We were just hanging out. These are my friends from class.” 

You see it then, the way Minho’s nostrils flare, taking in his beta boyfriend’s scent, slightly soured, mixed with the rest of you, and you know that he knows, can tell by the way his eyes darken minutely, quick enough to miss. 

Jisung puts a tentative hand on Minho’s forearm, the one clutching the cheesecake bag, and beside you, Changbin growls again, low and dangerous in his throat, metaphorical hackles rising. 

There it is again-the smell of smoke tinged with an unfamiliar acid that has your wolf instantly on high alert. 

“Well. This is awkward.” You clear your throat, speaking into the tense silence, reaching out blindly to lay a hand on Changbin’s arm, just in case he decides to do something stupid, mirroring Jisung. You shoot him a warning glare, fingers curling around his wrist, and then stare pointedly at Hyunjin, silent across the space of the living room. “We were just going anyway. So-” 

“No.” 

You glance up from pulling Changbin to his feet, fingers still securely around his wrist, at Minho’s sharp, commanding tone. 

Jisung’s eyes are huge-dark, unsure voids-and Hyunjin looks sufficiently cowed, biting his lower lip between his teeth and avoiding Minho’s sweeping gaze. 

Minho’s expression smooths out again-the flicker of anger, of something, you had seen earlier, entirely gone now-and an icy mask flickers across his eyes, the corner of his mouth pulling upward into something akin to a snarl, but more of a self-deprecating, humorless smirk. 

He shakes Jisung’s hand off his arm as easily as pushing aside a fly. 

“I was just going. Stay. Enjoy your party.” 

The words should come out as a sneer, as a furious hiss, but Minho’s tone is nothing but cool, steady, calculating, as he drops the bag that holds the cheesecake on the floor and turns on his heel, leaving the apartment without another word. 

Jisung stands there, mouth slightly open, the silence swirling, staring at the empty doorway where Minho had disappeared, and then, just as you see tears start to sheen across his vision, he makes a mad dash for the open door, disappearing from sight without a second glance as he calls out frantically, “Hyung! Wait! Minho-hyung, please-!”

You swallow, hard, knowing you’re going to need to apologize for all of this later-whether that be to Jisung or Minho or both of them-but right now, all you can focus on is the alpha standing next to you, and how his scent is entirely, utterly off. 

 “Bin.” You turn to him, disapproval written clearly across your face. “What the hell was that?” 

“I dunno-” He offers helplessly, and there is a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his cheeks high with color. “-my alpha didn’t like Minho’s alpha I guess?” 

“Uh oh.” Hyunjin, having seemed to regain some of his former confidence now that Minho is gone, steps toward the two of you, eying the other alpha seriously. “Bin. Are you tracking?” 

Changbin looks slightly confused for a moment, and then something clicks in his eyes, reaching into his pocket for his phone before pulling up his calendar app, waving it for Hyunjin to see. 

Marked in red with three exclamation points for importance, the words “RUT!!!” are typed across a couple of days of Changbin’s calendar, but not for a good two to three weeks yet. 

“I’m not stupid, Jinnie. I know when my rut is.” 

Hyunjin throws up his hands. “Whoa. I didn’t say you were stupid.” 

“Okay, let’s just-” You pinch your nose tiredly and take a deep breath, instantly regretting the decision when the acrid smell of burnt umber scorches the back of your throat. “-get out of here first? And then we can figure shit out?” 

Hyunjin nods, glancing toward the still open door where Minho, and then Jisung, had disappeared. 

“I feel really bad. Should we like, find them and apologize or something?” 

You instantly shake your head. “Not now. Let’s give Minho some time to cool off. You know how alphas are.” Your fingers tighten minisculely around Changbin’s wrist at the words. “Plus I think we need to get Bin back to his dorm.” 

“Well, we should at least clean up.” Hyunjin points out, already starting to pick up discarded pizza boxes in his arms. “Binnie, get the bottles.” 

You all clean up the living room fairly quickly, working together, and locating Jisung’s trash, you toss all the party materials inside, before you turn off the lights and shut the door. 

You don’t lock it. Because you’re not sure if the beta had enough forethought before he ran after Minho to take a key, and honestly, that’s the last thing you need to do to the poor kid tonight after everything you’ve already put him through. 

The trek back to the alpha dorms is uneventful, and when you all tumble inside of Changbin’s dark apartment, tripping over each other in search of a light switch, things seem a little more normal. 

As long as you don’t think too hard about how you’ve probably irrefutably damaged your relationship with Han Jisung forever. 

Or how Lee Minho most definitely hates your guts and would probably rather kill you on the spot than ever have you near him, or his boyfriend, ever again. 

Yeah, everything’s great, as long as you don’t think about any of that. 

Luckily, Seo Changbin makes sure that none of you can think about anything for the next couple of days except for somehow surviving his early-and very ill timed-surprise rut. 

The fact that a certain Han Jisung hasn’t called, not once, doesn’t even cross your mind. 

**********

“Binnie, you’re hurting me.” Hyunjin whimpers some time around the 48 hour mark, the smell of lemons in the air souring slightly beneath the ever choking scent of smoke. 

Changbin may be an alpha, and he may be in rut, but you’ve never known him to lose complete control, and he pulls back as soon as the words leave the omega’s lips. 

They’re both panting, Changbin leaning over Hyunjin, positioned on the edge of the bed, and the omega takes the brief opportunity of respite to flop back onto the mattress, letting out a long breath, eyes closing as he whines out, “I need a break.” 

You grin, watching the two of them from where you’re curled up on the opposite end of the bed, your wolf pricking its ears in interest now. 

“I’ll tag team you if you want, Jinnie.” You wait until the omega cracks open an eye to look at you, grin turning into something more akin to a smirk. “I like it rough.” 

“Please.” Hyunjin  pleads, flopping out his arm like dead weight toward you, palm up, still pinned beneath the weight of Changbin’s overly hot body. “I’m a pillow princess at heart. I can’t take this kind of manhandling, noona.” 

You slap his palm, as if you are actually tag teaming some sort of relay, and Changbin releases Hyunjin from his hold, the omega gratefully rolling away to sit up at the edge of the bed, fingers going up to run through his sweat slicked hair. 

“God, I feel disgusting.” He hops down from the bed, grimacing as the dried fluids on his legs crack with the movement. “Have fun. I’m going to go take a shower.” 

“You don’t wanna watch?” You ask teasingly, already sliding across the bed to take Hyunjin’s place between Changbin’s beefy arms.

 The other alpha hasn’t said a word since you started the conversation, but from what Hyunjin’s told you, that’s normal for Changbin in rut. 

He gets a lot less human and a lot more predator. 

He’s watching you now with dark, hooded eyes, stalking your every move, like he’s hunting you down, getting ready to pounce. 

You find you don’t mind. 

Hyunjin shrugs, one hand on the door knob. 

“Of course I wanna watch. But knowing hyung, I’ll have time to shower and still make it to the show.” Hyunjin smirks, giving you a little wave of his fingers as he slips out the door. “He’s got stamina for days.” 

The door clicks shut behind the omega, and you glance to Changbin now, still watching you silently like a wolf closing in on an unsuspecting deer from the underbrush. 

“Binnie.” You purr out, tasting the smoke on your tongue now. “C’mere.” 

He leans into your space, and you ignore the heat coiling pleasantly in your stomach, as you reach up and run fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, dark and soft, watching the way the gold of his irises swirls prettily around the ebony of his pupils. 

“You don’t have to be careful with me. I can take it.” You murmur beneath your breath, letting your hand slip from his hair, down to trace the sharp lines of his jaw, eyes flicking up to his own. “But I do need you to tell me our one rule.” 

You see it flicker across the darkness of his gaze then-the struggle to return to conscious human thought, to form words, his lips parted, chest heaving, as if trying to communicate is a heroic, physically strenuous task. 

It probably is, the wolf hasn’t receded from his gaze in the slightest, even in the face of your serious request. 

He snaps his teeth together in obvious agitation, sharp canines clicking, slick with saliva, and your wolf is pinning its ears, ready to submit. 

Not yet, you remind it gently, waiting patiently, holding Changbin’s irritated gaze. 

You reach up and tap a forefinger against one of said canines, his breath hot as it washes across the pad of your thumb. 

“The rule, Binnie.” 

He shakes his head hard, as if trying to clear a cobweb from his brain, like an animal trying to work off the effects of a sedative, and finally, there is something almost human in his eyes, as he growls out beneath his breath impatiently, “No marking.” 

You nod in response, a satisfied smirk slipping into place on your lips. 

“Good boy.” 

Changbin clenches his jaw, muscles popping, and grinds his teeth in impatient agitation as a wave of wisteria creeps in to fill in the gaps between the smoke. 

“Now.” You hum beneath your breath, trying to breathe through your mouth, to filter the rut-strengthened alpha pheromones before they can reach your brain and make you lose all train of thought altogether.

You let your hands slide up the strong, wide planes of the other alpha’s chest, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, Changbin’s golden eyes following the movement hungrily. 

There is the rumble of a restless growl in the back of his throat. 

“Do you-” You let your fingers splay out across the base of his neck, admiring the way they compliment the dark tan of his skin, and have the brief thought that Changbin would look pretty in a collar. 

Collars are an out-dated, archaic idea of claiming nowadays, but you’d still pay endless amounts of money to see Changbin in one, just for your eyes alone. Maybe something velvet, or dark studded leather. 

You’ll have to revisit that idea later. 

“Binnie.” You start again, letting your fingers curl around his throat just enough to track red nail marks across his skin, his eyes flicking to your own at the sound of his name. You tilt your head and raise a brow, watching him curiously. “Do you want to be a good boy for alpha?” 

His pupils expand-dark and instant-and there’s a new depth of hunger to his gaze now, his body tense and anticipatory beneath your fingers. 

You hum, a smirk coming to your lips now, as you walk your fingers slowly up the column of his throat, letting the pad of your thumb slide across the supple, plush skin of his bottom lip. 

His lips part, and his exhales are heated, fiery, on your skin. 

“Or-” You continue, watching the way your finger slides easily into his mouth, playing with his tongue, returning slick with hot saliva. You meet his gaze, and something inside of you clenches in want. “-do you want alpha to be a good girl for you?” 

A muscle twitches in his jaw, and the wolf inside of the golden swirl of his irises is snapping its teeth desperately now, as you reach up and trail the tip of your still slick finger across the bow of his mouth. 

The low start of a possessive growl is a rumble in his chest. 

You let your thumb dip back into the moist warmth of his mouth, ticking across the sharp points of his canines, before you loosely hook said finger behind his bottom teeth and tug him down toward you, lips almost brushing his own. 

“I don’t think it matters, hm?” You hum out beneath your breath, soft and silky, admiring the way the warmth of your breath washes across his skin. “You just want.” 

Changbin bites down on your thumb in response with a low growl, hard enough to hurt, but not nearly close to enough [pressure to break skin, and you smirk, tugging your finger from between his teeth, before you motion with your head to the bed you currently recline on. 

“Get on the bed.” 

He does as he’s told, and as you straddle him, you can see it-deep in the dark depths of his eyes-that the predator inside of him is reveling in the attention of being told what to do. 

No thoughts, just actions. 

“Binnie, Binnie, Binnie.” You purr out, letting your fingers trail down the muscles of his chest, meaty pecs flexing unconsciously beneath your touch. You trace over the red lines of nail marks-left by Hyunjin earlier-crisscrossing his tan skin and lean into his space fully, letting your nose brush slowly over his scent gland. 

The strength of smoke is enough to make you want to cough, but at the same time, it sends pleasant, warm zips of almost manic energy down your spine. 

You glance sidelong at the other alpha, and his pupils are so large and dark that they’ve almost completely swept away any trace of heated gold from his irises. 

You let your nose drag across his scent gland once more, and the scent of campfire almost instantly makes you dizzy. 

Beneath you, Changbin groans low in his throat, fingers finding your hips, and his body arches up into yours. 

“Pretty, pretty.” You muse quietly, letting your breath tickle his ear, even as your hands slip lower down the line of his body, fingers teasing across hot, fevered skin. “You’re being such a good boy for alpha, baby. So patient.” 

He sucks in a harsh breath through parted lips as your fingers find their mark, trailing across his arousal, palming him, and you lean forward once more, and this time, you let your tongue dart out to trace the now weeping scent gland. 

Maybe letting yourself taste him was a mistake, because, god, if he doesn’t taste incredible-

With a growl of impatience, Changbin forces your hand aside and surges into you, and you bite back a gasp, fingers tangling into his hair to ground yourself, even as you have to clamp down on your tongue to stop yourself from doing something incredibly stupid. 

His panting gasps are heavy in your ear, breath hot on your skin, and you're burning, burning in the smell of fire and smoke and red hot embers. 

His teeth graze across your own scent gland in the flurry of mad activity, and you have to stop yourself from physically clamping down on him in return, breathing hard through your mouth to try and filter out some of the heavy rut pheromones that seem to weigh down the air all around you. 

He’s close, and you know it’s awful of you, but when his sharp canines once again make contact with your throat, and subsequently the scent gland there, you let out a low whimper from between clenched teeth, and place a palm on his heaving chest, flush between the two of you. 

His gaze is dark, animalistic, as you make eye contact, and there is a low grumble already starting in the back of his throat-threatening, annoyed, primal. 

“I know, Binnie, just-” You breathe through your mouth a couple of times, trying to ignore the way your teeth feel sore in your gums, the way the smoke still curls around you. “-I need to get back control before I do something incredibly stupid.” 

You see the wolf cock its head in interest behind the heat of his gaze, and breathe a little easier as he stops moving beneath you, perfectly still now, though still connected. 

Your jaw clicks as you force yourself to release the breath you’re holding, slumping forward and letting your forehead hit his, glancing sidelong at him as you watch the way the muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly. 

You know what he’s feeling-your teeth are aching, jaw tight-and everything inside of you is screaming to bite, to mark, to claim. 

But there’s one rule, and you’re going to respect it. 

“No marking.” You say weakly into the fragile silence between the two of you, more for yourself than anything else, giving your teeth a few experimental clicks.

The itch is still there, but it’s lessened now, listening to Changbin’s ragged breathing, his heart pounding beneath your hands. 

“No marking.” He agrees beneath his breath, catching you off guard, and when you look up at him, the golden swirl is back, edging in around the dark holes of his pupils. 

You offer him a half smile. “Good boy.” 

He tilts his head, as if asking you a silent question, and you laugh weakly, before readjusting your hold in his hair, brushing your nose against his own. 

“Okay. Yes. Go on. Thank you for waiting.” 

Changbin huffs in his throat in return, as if still slightly annoyed, but more than willing to do what you ask. 

He finishes easily, quickly, and yet, you still feel hot and sticky and utterly exhausted when he collapses back beneath you, slumping down to rest with eyes closed against his chest. 

“We’re kinda stuck here for awhile-” You mumble out tiredly, not opening your eyes, as you clumsily reach up and off of feeling alone, stroke fingers through Changbin’s sweaty hair, fingers blindly stroking the arch of his cheekbones. “-wanna take a nap?” 

Changbin hums beneath his breath, the sound content, and settles down deeper into the mattress, pulling your limp and unresisting body with him. 

You have barely closed your eyes, your breath evening out, when the door to the bedroom bangs open, startling you into a yelp. 

Changbin’s arms tighten around you to stop you from knocking the two of you off the bed in surprise, as Hyunjin appears in the doorway-freshly showered, hair still wet-wildly waving around his phone. 

“Hey, guess who-” He stops in the doorway, nostrils flaring at the very obvious scents mixing and lingering in the room, and then his gaze drifts to the two of you, snuggled up in Changbin’s bed. A smirk crosses his full lips, eyebrow raised, as he takes the scene in. “Okay, that’s really hot, and while I would love to join the post-sex snuggle party until hyung is ready to shower or go again, this is more important.” 

You sigh tiredly, rubbing the bridge of your nose, and Changbin grumbles in his throat over the slight disturbance. 

“What?” 

Hyunjin lifts his phone for you to see, though you can’t read shit from across the room, and motions to the brightly lit messaging app. 

“Sungie texted.” 

Your ears immediately perk, and even through his post-knot haze, you feel Changbin shift slightly in interest beneath you. 

“He said something happened. With Minho.” 

A low, possessive, threatening growl emanates from Changbin’s chest, rumbling beneath your ear, and he makes a move to sit up, jostling the two of you in the process. 

You wince, the movement too much with all the hypersensitivity, and immediately pin the other alpha back down to the bed by his wrists. Luckily, he doesn’t put up much of a fight. 

“Jinnie! Can you not say that name right now?” 

Hyunjin looks acceptably apologetic. “Sorry.” 

You blow out your breath, eyeing the now reclining Changbin warily, and then glance back to the still waiting omega. 

“Did he say what happened? Does he need anything?” 

You feel guilt start to pool low in your gut, and Changbin whines beneath you, arms tightening around your waist, sensing the souring of your scent in the air. 

“He didn’t say.” Hyunjin shakes his head seriously. “Just said that-” He glances over at Changbin, lowering his voice as if that will stop the other alpha from hearing. “-something happened, with him, and Sungie wants-no needs-to see us.” 

“Okay well-” You glance back down to Changbin, to the gold starting to swirl back into his heated gaze, and sigh, mouth filling with the acrid taste of smoke. “-tell him we’re a little preoccupied right now. But that we’ll meet him as soon as Changbin’s in the clear.” 

*******

After Changbin’s rut is over, you find yourselves once again in your frequent haunt-the on campus coffee shop-bundled up at your usual corner table against the cold, huddled together for warmth against the frost outside. 

Changbin leans over to steal a sip of Hyunjin’s iced americano, and the omega shoots him a fleeting glare, before glancing toward the door once more. 

“Jinnie.” You laugh, taking a sip of your own coffee, the mug steaming warmth between your fingers. “You just checked like two minutes ago.” 

“I know that.” The omega replies defensively, sniffing haughtily, as he slides his coffee out of Changbin’s reach. He sighs, long fingers-fingernails painted a bright blue-tapping along the edge of his glass. “I’m just-” He looks up at you, eyes large and dark and worried. “-what if he doesn’t come?” 

“He’s the one who set up the meeting right?” Changbin offers gruffly, burying his nose in his scarf, as he folds his arms across his chest. 

“Well, yeah, but-” Hyunjin starts to snap back, but just then, the door to the coffee shop jingles open, letting in a sweep of icy snow and wind, and Jisung appears, bundled head to toe in one too many jackets, beanie pulled down low over his forehead, rubbing his gloved hands together with enough force to start a fire. 

He catches sight of your trio and makes a beeline toward you, the tip of his nose red in a way that’s utterly too adorable and can’t be good for your heart. 

When he reaches the table, he stands there awkwardly, hands in his pockets, and Changbin is the first one to clear his throat. 

“Hey.” 

Jisung doesn’t quite meet the alpha’s gaze as he returns the greeting. 

“Hey.” 

You swallow, glancing at Hyunjin, who looks torn between wanting to leap up and comfort the clearly uncomfortable beta and sinking into the floor beneath his seat, and decide to bite the bullet. 

“Jisung-” You start, hands nervously fidgeting with the handle on your mug. “-is everything okay?” 

Jisung tilts his head, finally meeting your gaze, dark eyes wide and serious. 

“Did-” You swallow again, reaching out for Hyunjin’s hand, if only to stop him from nervously picking at his cuticles. “-Hyunjin said something happened with Minho.” 

You don’t miss the way Changbin tenses at the other alpha’s name. 

“Did you guys break up?” 

Jisung looks a myriad of emotions all at once, fluttering in quick succession over his face fast enough to give you whiplash. 

Curiosity, then confusion, then straight up shock. 

“What? No!” He blurts out, a little too loudly, and you let out the breath you’ve been holding, Changbin’s and Hyunjin’s shoulders slumping in sync. 

Jisung shakes his head, and manages to maneuver himself into the empty chair at the table, despite the many layers. 

“No, it’s way worse than that.” 

Beside you, Hyunjin freezes. 

Jisung nods sagely, looking like he’s about to tell a scary ghost story around a campfire at summer camp, flashlight held menacingly beneath his face, as the other kids cry and run for their tents. 

Inside of you, something clenches with terror. 

“No, he wants to meet you.”

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I just read “Next Aisle Over” and discovered your Blog and OMG! I’m obsessed your posts are so good 😍 and seeing your requests open ahhh yay!

I’ve got this Steve x Reader Idea I need to share with you (it’s kind of specific? You can also just use the general idea if that works better for you, I’m grateful either way ❤️):

The reader goes out of town for a few days and meets a guy there, he flirts with her but she is oblivious to it and thinks they are just friends, they randomly run into each other back in hawkins (specifically family video) and the guy asks her out but she declines and the guy starts insulting her (calling her a tease or whatever) and her boyfriend Steve who’s been jealousy observing the entire situation steps in and throws the guy out and comforts the reader afterwards

Also I used she/her pronouns for the reader just to explain the idea better but feel free to make it gender neutral 🫶🏼

Ignorance Isn't Always Bliss

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

S4 SPOILER FREE

Summary: After a family trip, you spend a day to hang out with Steve at Family Video. While alone with him, a familiar person walks in and flirts with you. Although you’re oblivious to it, Steve notices the flirting right away. When things go south, he’s quick to step in.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings/tags: Flirting, jealous!steve, protective!steve, reader gets insulted, mention of a manipulative parent, language

A/N: Thank you for your kind words and the request! Next Aisle Over is quickly becoming one of my more popular fics and I didn’t expect it to be lol I wanted to make this a gn reader real bad but I really liked the idea of Steve proclaiming you're his girlfriend. I think I need to work on trying for more gn reader fics... Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!

Being away from Hawkins was both a relief and a burden. Your family vacation was as much as you could call a family vacation. Your parents had insisted on one last family trip before you started moving on with your adult life.

"One last bash with us and your brother before college, you owe us at least that much," Your father had argued irritably when you refused. He was ever so good at guilt-tripping.

So you went, and it played out as expected— all full of griping and stress with the occasional touch of actually feeling like you were on vacation. Although you wouldn't tell your parents, the trip definitely felt subpar. But it appeased them, and that's what mattered. 

The trip was made a little better by one thing, though. You met someone new at the hotel you stayed at. It seemed you and the boy at the front desk had a similar schedule, him working and you going out with your family. You saw him nearly every day and you were happy to have someone your age to vent about your family to. On the day you checked out, you were surprised he slipped you his number. You never planned on doing anything with it, but you thought it was nice of him.

Now you were ready to move on, along with Steve. You two weren't exactly sure what you were planning on doing, whether it was college or not. Your father always talked about you going as if you had a college in mind. You didn't. So after having graduated, minimum wage jobs were the way to go for both you and Steve. Although not being able to work with him, you visited him at work any chance you got. Especially after the week's vacation away from him. 

"Stop stealing Whoppers," Steve deadpanned, not looking up from some paperwork on the counter.

Your hand froze in the box. "I'm not stealing." 

"Well you haven't paid for them, so… you're stealing." He reached over and took the box from you. You could tell he was trying to sound stern, but a ghost of a soft smile betrayed him. 

You cocked your head. "Aren't you the one technically stealing? I didn't see you pay for them." 

His smile fully revealed itself and he popped a Whopper in his mouth. "Perks of the job, honey. I get them for free." He looked up at you, the mischief in his eyes making your stomach flop. "You don't have the luxury I do."

You narrowed your eyes just as the door chimed. Why did a customer always have to spoil your fun?

Steve said his mandatory greeting to the only other person now in the store, then went back to his paperwork and Whoppers. 

You sighed and turned around, leaning back on the counter. It took you a moment to notice the customer had frozen and stared at you. 

"(y/n)?" The man chirped in surprise. 

Finally getting a good look at him in the face, it clicked. 

"Oh… Hey Charlie," You responded in genuine surprise. "What are you doing out here?"

Charlie smiled and walked over to you. "My brother and I are out on a lake trip with some of his buddies. I didn't know you lived here!"

You chuckled hesitantly, still half in shock. "Yep, grew up here... What are the chances we'd run into each other again, huh?" 

Charlie smirked. "I know… feels like fate doesn't it?" 

Steve cleared his throat behind you, reminding you of his presence. When you turned to look at him, his eyes were trained on Charlie. Subtly darker and focused. 

"Oh, Steve," You sidestepped slightly. "This is Charlie. I met him on my trip last week. He made things not so sucky at the hotel."

Charlie's smile seemed to falter at your interaction with Steve, but he quickly replenished it. "Hey."

"Hey," Steve muttered, glancing between you two. “Hotel, huh?”

“Yeah, boring front desk stuff.” Charlie turned his attention back to you. "I didn't get to tell you, but you made each day at work easier. Getting to see a pretty girl every day was nice." He flashed a smirk, the corners of his eyes wrinkling slightly.

You scoffed and grinned. "Don't you have a movie to find, hotel boy?" 

Charlie laughed and stuffed his hands in his shorts pockets. “Right, right, I’ll get out of your hair.” With that, he slowly moseyed away to inspect the shelves of tapes.

You remained at the front counter near Steve, waiting anxiously for Charlie to hurry up and get out of the store so you could have your alone time with your boyfriend. While waiting, Steve shifted to the computer and began typing away. You couldn’t help but notice he poked at the keys harder than usual. 

After a bit, he glanced over his shoulder to Charlie, who was at the back corner of the store. “So, hotel boy… You know he was flirting with you, right?” He asked, leaning closer to you as you tried to sneak another Whopper. 

“Yeah, right. You just think so ‘cause you get jealous.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You always thought it was cute when Steve got like this though. 

He gave you an unconvinced expression, his hair flopping to his forehead. “Babe, he said it was fate you met and called you pretty. He’s flirting.” He once again took the box of Whoppers back.

You shook your head, pouting slightly as the box was taken. “Shush, he’s just being nice.”

Steve sighed in discomfort but dropped the subject as Charlie approached the counter with his movie of choice. You smiled politely at him and moved over, laying your head down on the counter. Although you were oblivious to it, Steve noticed Charlie kept glancing at you from the side.

Steve rented out the movie as quickly as possible to get him out of the store and be alone with you again. “Have a good one,” He said, staring Charlie down, intending to do so until the other boy walked out and drove off. However, Charlie had other plans. 

“So (y/n),” He started, leaning in closer to where you were. “I was just grabbing the movie for my brother, but I’m free tonight. Kind of wanted to fill my plans and do something with you. What do you say?”

Your head popped up from the counter at his offer, an alarmed expression on your face. “Plans… Just the two of us?” You clarified. 

Charlie nodded, a proud smile on his face. 

“Oh…” You glanced at Steve momentarily. His eyebrows were raised and his eyes said ‘I told you so’. “I actually already have a boyfriend Charlie… But thanks for the offer.”

Charlie's smile fell and he let out a heavy sigh. “I see how it is…”

Your brow came together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been nothing but nice to you, you know.” He ran a hand through his blonde hair. “I don’t get why bitches like you always have to be such a tease.”

“Hey, pal,” Steve cut in, standing up straighter, “You got your movie, I think it’s time you head out.”

Charlie rolled his eyes. “What, you don’t think she’s acting like a bitch?”

“Look, man,” Steve began walking around the counter, “Out of the three of us, you’re the one acting like a bitch.”

Charlie scoffed, although you noticed he took a step back from you to face up to Steve. “I just helped you with some of your paycheck bro, and you’re trying to pick a fight with me?”

“No,” Steve pushed himself between you and Charlie, grabbing your hand reassuringly behind his back. “Not trying to fight, I’m just kicking you out for calling my girlfriend a fucking bitch and a tease.”

Charlie’s neck snaked back, shoulders sagging slightly. “Girlfriend… Right. Tch,” He jeered, a bitter smile on his face. He turned and began walking out. “You seem like the kind of guy that’d get with a whore anyway,” He called over his shoulder as he walked out the door, the chime cheering on his leave. 

Steve let go of your hand and lurched forward to follow Charlie out, but you caught him by the elbow before he could do so. “Don’t,” You muttered, looking at the ground in shame when he turned to you. 

He sighed, bringing his hand up to your rosy, embarrassed cheeks. His hands were warm from the heat of his anger. “You okay?”

“You were right,” You chuckled humorlessly, shaking your head. “Sorry I didn’t believe you.”

Steve could tell that wasn’t the only thing bothering you. The way your eyes darted around exposed the fact you were repeating Charlie’s insults in your head. 

“Look at me?” Steve asked softly, pressing his knuckle under your chin, guiding you up to look at him directly. When you did, his eyes were significantly softer. His eyes only ever went that soft for you. “You’re not a bitch or a whore… And if you’re a tease, it’s only for me.”

A genuine laugh bubbled from you, making him smile. “Screw you, Harrington.”

He shifted his hand to grab your chin as he leaned in and gave you a slow, affectionate kiss. The smell of chocolate drifted back and forth between your mouths. The insults weighing on your shoulders slid off like butter smelting on a hot pan. 

Gently, he pulled away, giving your chin a squeeze. “Maybe later, babe.” He then leaned over the counter and grabbed the box of Whoppers left by the paperwork. “Here,” He pushed it into your chest. “You can have the rest.”

[catfuyus]

Pairing: baji x reader

A/N: i really wanted to give baji a blowjob, that’s it that’s the fic lol also the title might be based on a weed flavor, i really wanted to smoke today but I didn’t find the time, unedited

Tags: blowjob, deep throat, dom!baji, use of the petnames, dubcon maybe since you lost a bet, cum in mouth if that’s anything, it’s briefly mentioned that baji’s dick is pierced, also everyone in this fic is an adult, minors dni because sex and drugs are bad for you

“Aww,” Baji coos condescendingly from above you, a big smirk on his face as he teases you. “What’re ya givin’ me that face for? A deal’s a deal.”

You pout, sitting on the haunches of your heels as you remain eye level with Baji’s crotch. The jeans are strained around the outline of his bulge. Top button already undone to give him a little breathe room. You look back up with him with your puppy dog eyes.

“Get to work, princess. It ain’t gonna suck itself.”

You sigh as your hands come to rest on his hips, working the zipper down as your other hand pulls the fabric back. Tugs his jeans a little lower on his waist, and pull his cock free.

He’s always been gifted. Always been blessed with the length and the size. The pretty little silver sitting pierced on his mushroom head was just the cherry on top. Instinctively swallowing as a bead of precum dribbles down his length. You wrap one hand around the base, and aren’t surprised when your fingers don’t touch as they circle around him.

Baji doesn’t flinch or make a sound. Feral grin stuck in place. Any reaction from him is in the slightly noticeable haze in his eyes as he watches you. In the droop of his eyelids as he enjoys the show.

You lick the head of his cock with the tip of your tongue, following the trail of precum. Chasing his taste and drooling up his thick veins before finally wrapping his pretty tip around your lips.

His breath catches. A heavy hand comes to settle on the top of your head, fingers gently pressing into your scalp. You give him a few more playful swirls of your tongue, savoring the taste before sucking him down. Letting your lips roll over his skin and down his shaft. Mouth watering as he drags along your tongue, but stopping when your lips meet your fist.

It’s a slow bob of your head with the added suction. Letting your lips cling tightly around him, hollowing your cheeks as you pull up. Coming off him with a pop and a little exhale.

Baji groans, tilts his head as he watches you work. Looks at you like you’re a miracle as you work your hand up and down his messy shaft. Gliding in the juices with just the slightest twist of your wrist at the head.

And then it’s back in your mouth. This time Baji doesn’t hold back his moans as you drool all over his cock. Sucking and slurping as you bob your head. Guarding your teeth behind your lips.

And then the hand that’s holding his shaft flattens, smooths along his hip, squeezes a little, before you let his dick slip all the way down to the back of you throat. Nose meeting the hairs at his base.

Fuuuck, he shakes, gripping your hair tightly.

Sitting behind the tight canal, slipped past your tongue, you feel him stretching your throat out ever so slightly. You swallow instinctively, muscles convulsing around him, and his hips stutter.

He pulls you off him by the hair and moans loudly as you take a deep breath.

Doing so good, baby. Just like that.

Plunging back down to let him fuck your throat. His hips moving now as he uses your face, holding you in place with his hands in your hair. Veins dragging over your tongue each time you take him into your mouth.

So good, baby. So good. You’re gonna let me cum in your mouth, yeah?

You mumble a little affirmation, the vibration making him stutter and break rhythm before picking up the pace on himself. Pulling you off every so often to let you breathe and watch your face. Hear your own heavy panting. How the little glugs and heavy slurping makes his balls feel tight and heavy.

As if on cue, your hands move down from his waist to play with his balls. Squeezing and teasing as his thrusts become erratic. Desperate. Curling himself into your mouth. Breath catching in his lungs.

Fuuuuuck

Suddenly there’s much more fluid in your mouth. It gushes around your tongue, dribbling down the corners of your lips as he continues to fuck into you, unloading all the cum he has for you. All the cum you’ve sucked out of his cock.

It’s sweeter than you expected. Vaguely remembering his random obsession with pineapple around the time you two made the bet. You hold as much if it as you can in your mouth, instinctively swallowing some as it leaks down into your throat.

Let me see, Baji says as he moves the hair out of his face. Brushing it away from his sweaty neck, a tender thumb coming to rest on the swell of your lower lip.

You open your mouth and show him it’s creamy contents. Carefully balancing it on your tongue.

That’s my girl. Now swallow.

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[bnha-dumpster]

Alright I’m back mate and boy do I have something. So imagine all of them (boys of the bakusquad) wanting Y/n, and they’ve talked about this together to try and come up with a way to get closer to him. So they decide that in order to get closer to him, one of them (you can decide) has to get into a relationship with Y/n’s sister. (Sister could be an OC, a character, or just a sister insert) This way, all of them can get into his their house without it being suspicious. Y/n’s sister doesn’t really think much about it, but the four of them always tease and borderline flirt with Y/n while they’re there. Don’t think they didn’t notice you blushing. So one day when his sister and parents aren’t home, they all decide to visit, knowing that Y/n is home from college that weekend, and all alone. Deciding that this will be the day that they bring him to bed, each have their turn with him, and milk him till he just can’t come anymore. (Dub-con? Y/n clearly wants it- who wouldn’t lol?)

Just realized that if you dislike some female character in the show, you could just use them as the sister lol. Also sorry my request is kinda long for this, but thanks if you decide to do it! I appreciate it.

oh i love this request so much! may have had a bit too much fun with this and got carried away

pairing: bakusquad (- mina) x male reader content tags: group sex, milking, double penetration, face fucking, male squirting, creampie, sex toys, praise, light degradation, electro stim play word count: 2.5k

The day Sero started dating your younger sister was a weird one. You’d never felt too protective over her considering she’s only a year younger and a hero, but seeing her hold hands with your classmate lit something inside you. It’s why whenever Sero wanted to come over, you’d beg for the rest of the Bakusquad to join him. You thought it was a way to protect your sister. You thought you were doing a good job. Yeah, you thought a lot of things.

Then they started teasing you- even Sero. The four of them love to tease you and act flirtatious with you. Even with Maiko in the room, they all find a way to tease you and not gain any suspicion from her. Their hands wander places where they shouldn't and you can't do anything but give them a stern look as you swat their hands away, blush apparent on your face. You don't know what they're doing but it gives extremely mixed messages.

But you think you finally understand when they show up unannounced, all four grinning as they push their way into your house.

“How long are we gonna let Bakugou eat his face?” 

As soon as the four of them got you in your room, Bakugou pounced on you. He’s holding you by your hips, grinding himself against you. His mouth is smashed against yours, teeth clashing as he devours your mouth with his tongue. You don’t have much of a choice but to go along with it. It’s not like you hate this. Rather, you’re enjoying this way too much. 

“We can get everything set up while they’re eating each other’s faces.” Sero shrugs as he pulls out the contents of the bag. Lube, towels, toys, said toys being Kaminari’s suggestion. “Why’d you bring a cock ring? I thought the goal was to milk him?” 

“It’s for us! Gotta last longer for him, right?” 

“For once you make a good point.” Kirishima pulls Bakugou away from you by his hair, earning a growl. “Stop hogging him, bro.”

“Fine.” 

Kirishima helps you towards the bed, sitting you down on the edge of it. He tugs your sweatpants down, slowly taking your clothes off. You definitely need a breather and the redhead is more than happy to give you one. He does all of the work for you, lifting your legs and body with his strength so all you have to do is sit there. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as you catch your breath. Besides your heavy breathing, you can hear the other three taking their own clothes off. The rustling of their clothes falling to the floor is as quiet as it’ll be from now on.

Your cock springs out of your boxers, almost completely hard from Bakugou’s actions. It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you’re turned on. They just think it’s cute.

“Denki, didn’t you say you wanted to taste him?” 

The blond in question nods eagerly and nearly trips over himself to replace Kirishima’s spot between your legs. He’s already excited, cock hard and slapping against his stomach. Does the thought of giving you head really turn him on that much? 

Apparently it does. He lets out a small moan when he grabs your cock and pumps it a few times. You can see his eyes dilate and his mouth is open slightly as he admires it. And when he finally takes it in his mouth, it feels like he’s practiced for this. 

“Fuck, Denki-” His mouth is warm and inviting, his tongue doing its best to wrap around the shaft as he bobs his head. You weave your hands into his hair and help him take you deeper. You’re not huge, but you do know it might take a bit to take all of you. 

Then he moans. The vibrations go straight to your core and your shove his face flush against your hips. He gags around your cock but doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, he looks up at you with eyes that scream for you to keep going. You’re not the type of person to refuse someone, so you give him exactly what he wants. 

You take hold of his head and move it up and down, using his mouth as a toy. Kaminari moans each time your cock hits the back of his throat. The two of you are caught up in the moment to the point where you don’t notice Sero coming up behind you. The hero begins to kiss along your neck, hands going to grope at your chest. Finger pinch your nipples harshly and you let out a surprised moan. 

“Hanta, what are you doing?” 

“Your chest looked a little lonely.” He hums and continues to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking them as he kisses your neck. You’re not sure what Kirishima and Bakugou are doing but you can’t focus on it, not when you’re reaching your end. Your hips stutter and you press Kaminari’s face against you as much as you can. The blond’s eyes roll back into his head as you cum, shooting ropes down his throat. You can feel him swallow it all and the sensation makes you groan. 

Kaminari removes himself from your cock with a pop, face red. Tears and drool cover his face and it’s oddly endearing. 

“Alright, Kirishima?” Sero grabs you by your hips and pulls you with him further onto the bed. He rests against the headboard and continues to tease your nipples. Kirishima crawls in front of you, a bottle of lube in hand. You know what he’s going to do but it doesn’t make you any less anxious.

“Hey, hey, it’ll be okay.” The redhead rubs comforting circles into your inner thigh, smiling at you. You watch him pour some lube onto his fingers and circle your hole gently. He watches your face as he begins to push one finger in. There’s a moment of surprise when it goes in without much protest, you looking to the side to avoid his stare. You’re thankful that he doesn’t say anything. Rather, he just pushes another finger inside you.

It takes a few tries before he manages to find that soft spot inside you. You let out a whimper and your hips move away. Bakugou is more than happy to sit on your stomach, keeping you in place. 

The blond takes this chance to devour your mouth once more. This time you moan and kiss back with as much need as he does. His erection grinds against your stomach as you kiss. You reach down to pump his cock a few times, enjoying the feeling of how hot and heavy it is in your hand. Bakugou swats your hand away and glares at you, pulling back.

Kirishima is eager to fuck you. He pulls his fingers out after barely prepping you and slathers his own cock with lube. You’re sure he doesn’t mean to, but he sheathes himself inside you a little too quickly. A small yelp leaves you and three sets of eyes land on the redhead. The three heroes stare at him for a moment before turning their eyes back to you. 

“Sorry he’s being so rough...” Sero leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he soothes you, “We’ve just wanted to fuck you for so long.” 

Bakugou moves off of you, sitting beside you as Kirishima begins to move slowly. Kaminari has settled on the other side of you, one hand cupping your balls and the other teasing the head of your limp cock. 

A small shock goes through you. It’s from Kaminari’s hand, the blond stimulating you back to hardness with his hands. The shocks are sent through both your cock and balls. You squirm and whimper, the head of your cock twitching pathetically with each shock. Even if it’s not hard, it still weeps precum all over your abdomen. 

Then the redhead’s pace gets rough. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, making sure your hips meet before he pulls out. Your overwhelmed by the stretch of your walls and how Kirishima seems to be rubbing against all the right spots inside you. There’s even a small bump that appears whenever he’s fully inside you. It pokes out of your stomach and the other three marvel at how hot it is. 

Kaminari’s shocks finally bring your cock back to life. It stands at attention, tip swollen and red. He lets go of it and watches it slap against your stomach, precum smearing over the skin. 

“Relax for us, Y/N.” 

You don’t know what Kaminari means until you see something in Bakugou’s hand. It’s metal and long but you don’t exactly know what it is. At least, until the blond begins to circle it around the head of your dick. There’s no warning for your when he prods the slit of your cock with it, slowly inching the rod inside you. It’s a strange feeling but it doesn’t hurt. For a moment you think it’s not so bad, but then Bakugou presses a button.

“Wha-” The rod is vibrating. Your back arches off the bed and tenses, a confused moan escaping you. Sero leans down to capture your lips, kissing you gently compared to Bakugou. Both blond heroes are tending to your nipples, each one has a nipple in their mouth. Bakugou’s hand is wrapping around the base of your cock, pumping it gently. Kaminari is once again fondling your sack, giving it small squeezes and shocks to stimulate you. 

And you cum, you cum hard. Strangled moans are muffled by Sero’s lips. Your cock twitches and cum leaks out past the rod, dribbling down your shaft slowly. It’s a strangle climax. It doesn’t come out like it usually does and everywhere is being touched. You don’t get to come down from your high either- it just keeps going. They don’t stop what they’re doing, the only thing changing being the way Kirishima’s thrusts grow erratic. 

He releases inside you and you can vaguely feel warmth filling you. It feels empty when he pulls out, your hole clenching around nothing. Kirishima takes a moment to spread your ass to watch his cum leak out a little. 

“Who’s next?” 

Sero releases your lips and removes himself from behind you, letting Kirishima take his place. He situates between your legs and ruts his cock against your ass. He can feel your hole clenching each time he brushes the head of his cock against it. Your body is so needy and he can’t possibly refuse you. 

He’s longer than the redhead, that’s for sure. Not as thick, but definitely longer. Sero reaches deeper and touches places you didn’t think could be touched. His pace is slow, watching the way your hole so eagerly swallows his cock. You’re clenching and trembling so much from the overstimulation, the vibrating rod still abusing your limp cock. 

“Good boy, good boy, Y/N.” Kirishima praises you as tears fall from your eyes. It blurs between pain and pleasure and you don’t know how to process it. You cling to his words, holding into his arms as he shushes you. “We’re so proud of you. You’re so good for us, so good. We’ll take such good care of you.” 

You’re mouth is left unattended. Moans and sobs fill the room, a line of drool coming out of your mouth. You can’t form any words either. They’re enamored by it, staring at how you’ve come undone just after two times. A thin layer of sweat covers your body and it makes you look shiny, you practically glow.

“Fuck, so tight- you’re so tight, Y/N.” Sero’s words barely register. Something is building in your core as Kaminari begins to send larger shocks through your sack. They make your cock twitch more than it already is. The constant vibrations inside your urethra are making your cock vibrate and twitch even when it’s soft. 

“Kaminari.” The hero fucking you catches the blond’s attention. He puts a finger in your ass and tugs it open a little more. “Think you can fit?” 

The absence of Kaminari’s lips and hands don’t register right away, especially when Bakugou begins to pinch your abandoned nipple. Your haze is lifted somewhat when you feel your ass stretching just a bit more. The blond is slowly pushing his cock inside, joining Sero in your tight hole. The stretch alone forces another orgasm through you without even getting hard, more cum leaking past the rod. 

As Kaminari sheathes himself completely, the other hero stills. They don’t move for a bit, they let you get used to having both of them inside you. 

“What a good boy. You’re taking them so well, taking them just like we know you could.” Kirishima’s words soothe you. “They’re going to make you feel even better.” 

Then they start moving. The two of them alternate thrusts, moving slowly and carefully. Your belly bulges from the stretch and Kirishima reaches down to rub the bulge, groaning at the feeling. His cock twitches with arousal behind you. But he’s had his turn and you need comfort. 

Your prostate is being pressed against constantly. It’s a never-ending stimulation of your most sensitive spots. You hold onto Kirishima as tightly as you can as a rush of warmth goes through you. The feeling isn’t the same as an orgasm and you lift your head up for a brief second to see clear fluid gush out of your cock past the rod. 

“Oh my god, he just squirted.” Kaminari stares down at you in wonder as he fucks you, grabbing your cock and pumping it. Your stomach is covered in whatever you let out. Bakugou moves himself down to lick at it, curious to its taste. It’s not pleasant, but not unpleasant either. 

And the blond is hard, impatient for his turn. As much as he wants to fuck you properly, he needs release. He turns your head to face him, his cock gently slapping against your face. Your mouth is already open and he begins to slide it inside. The moans and sobs you make vibrate around his cock, making him feel amazing. It’s difficult to keep himself from fucking your face like you did with Kaminari but he knows that a slow pace is better. 

The head of his cock presses against the back of your throat and you gag before he pushes deeper. Your face meets his pelvis for a few seconds before he pulls out. Bakugou is looking down at you as your eyes flutter closed, mouth stretched to fit his cock inside of it. You look so cute, so eager to please him. Your head must be a mess right now. 

“Damn, I’m cumming already. This is amazing.” 

The blond fucking your ass stills inside you, cum filling you. Sero is still going, his pace slow and deep. He’s nowhere near done and has more stamina than the other three. Taking it slow and thoroughly enjoying the warmth of your ass is how he wants to go. 

More cum leaks out of your cock and finally, the rod is pulled out. Cum practically pours out once the rod is fully out. It pools on your stomach and mixes with the fluids from your squirting. 

Your head is a mess, a haze of pleasure. You don’t know what’s going on besides how good you feel from all of them. You don’t care anymore. They can do whatever they want with you.