#once again i just had to try and tidy it up by outlining it

[multicolour-ink]

Just something I sketched out very quickly and roughly.

I’m stressing out trying to figure out my art style (again), so I thought it would help to draw out official styles and compare them with how I draw them, to see what my style is.

I’m still not convinced I have found my style yet (as it did not come out the way I wanted) but I need to try again at some point. This helped a lot.

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

tagging @archival-hogwash @lucyfromtheoldhouse @blakelysco-pilot - thank you for the love on part 1!!

american boy -> bernard demarco x susie lamb (college au) - part 2 (part 1)

The faint smell of beer filled the house as Benny turned the page of his book, each movement tentative and slow, desperate to make as little noise as possible. He had already dressed, but was sitting cross-legged on the bed, too wary of the creaky door to risk going anywhere else. Leather couch cushions had sunk beneath the weight of Susie's body, curved along her outline as she slept soundly, an arm dangling down over the side, knuckles brushing against the floor.

"If you had seen me around, I doubt you'd remember."

Her words had been crossing his mind incessantly since the moment she'd first uttered them. A stray auburn curl fell across her face, draped over the bridge of her nose. And there they went again. The idea that he might have forgotten Susie Lamb struck him as utterly preposterous. Hell, she'd hit him with a car mere hours ago, and he still managed to like her. There was just something about her that seemed to distract him from whatever he was supposed to be mad at.

Benny had been awake for two hours. He'd only managed to focus long enough to read five pages.

A rustling sound pulled his attention as she rolled onto her back, blinking slowly as she regained consciousness. A streak of sunlight poured through the window across her face, and she let out an exhausted groan, squinting in discomfort.

Susie ran a hand across her face, glancing up as the blinding light suddenly disappeared to find Benny hurriedly adjusting the curtain. She was far too tired to notice the sweetness of the gesture. That realisation would have to wait for later.

Letting out a long yawn, she pushed herself up lazily on an elbow. "... What time is it?"

"Nine-thirty. Ish."

She collapsed back onto the couch, letting out another groan of annoyance. "Fuck. I had class - why didn't you wake me up?"

There wasn't any way to say he'd rather liked just watching her sleep that didn't make him sound like a creep. Nor was there a way to say he might like her even more when she was vaguely pissed off.

"I... drank a lotta beer last night," Benny shrugged, purposely ignoring the way her eyes narrowed at him.

Susie sighed deeply, covering her face with her palms for a long moment. When she finally sat up, a throbbing ache shot through her head, screwing up her face in displeasure. "How much did I drink last night?"

"Well. At one point you accused me of, quote 'drinking like a wimp', and made me go get you a bottle of whiskey so you could drink it straight," He recalled, chuckling slightly at the memory.

"Sounds about right," She admitted, letting out a grunt as she pushed herself up off the couch to stand. "Right, well. Thanks for that... my car's outside, so..."

Susie moved towards the door, stopping as she felt Benny's hand brush across her shoulder. "You're not going anywhere until you've had some painkillers and coffee, minimum."

"I'm just trying to get out without any noise - really don't need all your housemates assuming we slept together."

"To be fair, what you actually did to me last night is arguably way more embarrassing."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes teasingly. "You should get over that."

Benny pointed to the band-aid plastered across his forehead. "You maimed me."

"I'm amazed you can still walk," Susie snorted, fighting against the smile tugging at her lip as she reached for the door once more.

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Downstairs looked more like a warzone than a kitchen, empty bottles and solo cups littering every surface. The pair wordlessly went about the business of sorting some breakfast, simply shoving the piles of trash to the side whenever they were in the way, too tired or uninterested to bother with any attempt at tidying. Clipping her unbrushed hair up and out of the way, Susie headed towards the refrigerator in search of butter, pausing as she opened it.

"Hey Benny?"

"Yeah?"

"There's a shoe in your fridge."

He turned away from the coffee machine for a moment, narrowing his eyes. "... Huh."

"Well, I'm not touching it," She shrugged, reaching past the shoe as she seized the butter. Slotting a slice of bread into the toaster, and tossing a few more solo cups into the sink out of the way, she muttered a quiet thanks as Benny handed her a cup of coffee and some Tylenol.

"You do this a lot?" He grinned.

"Huh?"

"Run people over to score a free breakfast."

"Ok," Susie nodded, turning to lean against the counter. "One - I did not run you over, I lightly grazed you with the front of my car. That mess on your face is from you hitting the ground weird, so I'm not even 100% sure that's my fault. Two - I don't think slightly burnt toast is worth the legal issues. A full English? Maybe. But not this."

He chuckled, pushing himself up to sit on top of the kitchen island. "How very British of you."

"Yeah, well," She nodded, turning around to butter her toast. "Not my fault you people make terrible bacon."

At the sound of footsteps descending the stairs, they both glanced towards the door. "Heyy, Kit-Kat," Benny called, a teasing twinge in his voice as a dark-haired girl wandered into the kitchen. "You spend the night in Bucky's room?"

"Mind ya business," Kit retorted playfully, coming to stand beside Susie as she slotted another piece of bread into the toaster. "Hey."

"Hey."

"Kit, this is Susie," He explained.

She glanced between the pair, smirking slightly to herself. "So, you and Benny-?"

"Oh, no - I hit him with my car," Susie shrugged.

"Good for you," Kit nodded, seemingly entirely unphased by this. She was so surprised by this response that she had to fight not to laugh, watching with a smile as the girl wandered off, disappearing down the hall.

"Oh, I like her."

"God, I don't need two of you," Benny scoffed, rolling his eyes as he slid off the island. "She's a pain in my ass."

"Well, maybe you need one of those," Susie teased, a smirk curling her lip. For a moment, he froze, gaze caught on the half-a-dozen toast crumbs stuck to the corner of her mouth. If he'd seen a face like Susie Lamb's before, he was certain he would've remembered.

"You got a little-" He uttered.

"Oh," She reached up, brushing a hand across the wrong side of her face.

"Nah, it's just-" Before Benny's brain could scream at him to stop, he'd swiped his thumb across the edge of her lip, her skin soft and smooth against his. Her eyes widened by an almost imperceptible fraction, feeling her cheeks heat up as her back pressed against the counter behind her.

Someone cleared their throat loudly in the doorway. Susie took a firm step sideways, instinctively distancing herself from Benny as the housemate they'd bumped into last night stared pointedly at them.

"I'm gonna go get my shit," She muttered, downing the last of her coffee in a hurried gulp and fleeing out into the hall.

Benny sighed, shoulders drooping slightly. "Thank you, John." He groaned.

"What?" Bucky frowned. "She's pretty."

"Yeah, I know."

"Didn't she run you over, though?" He chuckled, stepping further into the room in search of food.

"She... lightly grazed me with her car."

Bucky let out a bark of laughter, tugging the fridge door open as Benny left, heading for the stairs in the direction Susie had headed.

"Huh. That's where my shoe went."

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When Benny returned to his room, Susie had already gathered her belongings, shoved clumsily under her arm as she rummaged down the side of one of the couch cushions for her car key. "Got it," She muttered to herself, tucking the keys into her pocket before noticing his arrival. "Oh. Hey."

"Hey, look, I'm sorry about Bucky, he's... Well, he's Bucky."

"S'fine, he didn't do anything," Susie shrugged, standing up straight to face him. "I've just gotta go, I've got work to do. Was nice meeting you, though."

"Yeah," Benny breathed, stepping aside to let her pass as she slipped through the door and back out into the hall. "Hey, Susie?" He called, catching her just before she could descend the stairs.

"Mm?" She hummed, looking up at him.

"We're having another party, same time next week. You should come."

A smile smile creased her cheek as she nodded. "Sure. Thanks."

Susie disappeared in a thunder of footsteps, scurrying swiftly down the stairs and making for the front door. From where he stood in his bedroom doorway, Benny could just make her out through the window, heading down the front path to where her car remained parked from the night before. As she clambered into the driver's seat, he jerked with surprise at the realisation that Kit was suddenly hovering beside him, watching along in silence. "Jesus, Kit."

"You got her number, right?" She asked as Susie's car rolled out of sight.

His stomach sank so hard, it was as if he'd swallowed a rock. "... No."

Kit reached out, smacking him up the back of the head as he let out a yelp. "Ow!"

"Idiot."

[lieblingspulli]

Night Routines: SKZ

W.c: 1.9k

Changbin x Reader

Summary: Soft Changbin hours. Lots of cuddles, night routine and the likes. 

A/n: Just a quick little work I did to get my brain juices flowing. I imagine that when I write my brain feels like those clear looking PCs that have tubes with cool looking lava lamp liquid and a fan. I hope you know what I’m talking about LOL. Based on some prompts: “Do you think it would be helpful if we were cuddling?” and “Look at me in the eyes right now and tell me what time you went to bed last night, or if you even went to bed.” Enjoy this sweet and short piece!

Masterlist!

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P.s. I just noticed all my Changbin pieces are about him coming home to you, don’t know why but he’s just such a homey person? Idk. 

Usually, whenever Changbin got home from the studio, you were either making dinner or showering to get ready for bed. Usually. 

Most days, you got home earlier than he did, owing to you being a college student and he, a performer and songwriter. Changbin tried not to make it too late, he knew he had to keep work boundaries, but sometimes he did run a little later than usual. 

The routine was always as follows. You usually got home, got some work done and tried to finish before Changbin got off of work. While he rushed home, you made dinner or showered then made dinner with Changbin. Succeeding this, the two of you did dishes, a minor tidy up of the apartment and then your night routine of washing up and bed cuddles. Most nights, this took you up until almost 10:30 on a good day and past 11 on a bad one. 

Changbin was used to this. He loved the structure. He could run to the gym after work if you had a heavy workload that week, or he could come home and relax with you on evenings which should have been this evening. 

The time read 10:46pm. You were only on page 6 out of 10 and really wanted to rip your hair out for not doing this earlier, but you also had a lab report to write up earlier instead. It wasn’t the latest time ever, but you had been working all day and you felt like a zombie on its feet. Every once in a while, the soft lighting and ambience from your music would lull you to sleep before you snapped your eyes open again. The unfortunate event of Changbin coming home did not snap you out of your constant battle between filling in your outline and trying to stay awake. 

As soon as Changbin entered the apartment, he could hear keyboard keys clicking. There was faint music coming from the bedroom, the living room lights were off and it was oddly silent, even though he could hear the music. Right away, Changbin felt a frown form on his face. 

“Jagiya? You home?” Changbin called out, hoping you would come out and say sorry for not greeting him right away. No response. He could only hear the psychological echoes of his voice. 

Changbin threw his bag down and took off his shoes in the doorway before heading to the bedroom right away. He swung open the door to find you hunched at your desk, completely focused on the screen in front of you. Or, at least that’s what he assumed. You laptop was open to a document, with the extra monitor opened on youtube. However, the youtube video displayed the “are you still watching?” sign. Changbin stood there for a few seconds, waiting to see if you were actually awake, but to no avail. He shuffled forward in hopes the noise might startle you, but it didn’t. 

Hm. He walked over and peeked over your shoulder. You were hunched forward, leaning your cheek on your wrist. Your eyes were closed and your eyebrows scrunched together. You must have fallen asleep while writing. Changbin smiled, mildly entertained by the scene in front of him. He also didn’t want to scare you awake, so he lightly tapped your shoulder and whispered, “Y/n? Baby?” You stirred but didn’t open your eyes. Changbin held his breath. He then poked your cheek. You startled awake. 

“Wha- Was I asleep? Oh. Hi baby.” You mumbled and rubbed your eyes open to see your boyfriend standing right by your side. He cheekily grinned and motioned towards the monitor with his head. 

“What are you working on that has you falling asleep on your desk?” He chuckled and squeezed your shoulder as you readjusted in your seat. 

“Oh, this is my research paper. I gotta get it done by tomorrow.” 

Changbin nodded and gave a little, “Ah.” You nodded and tried to attempt to see where you left off before you fell asleep. Changbin looked at your face and studied how tired you looked. He had walked into a similar scene yesterday and fell asleep to it too. 

“Babe, no offense, but how long has it been since you slept?” He carefully said. You turned your head to answer but kept your eyes on the screen. You non-committedly replied, “I took a nap earlier.” This reply irritated Changbin. He didn’t like when you didn’t rest enough, it only led to worse things for your body. The odd silence in the apartment further irritated him and led Changbin to drag your chair away from the desk, with you in it. This solicited a “Hey, I was working!” from you, but he just shook his head and firmly turned you towards him. He kneeled in front of you and settled his hands on your thighs. You frowned at him, but couldn’t stay mad at his soft looking face. You huffed in annoyance. 

Changbin thought for a bit before asking again. 

“Babe. Y/n. Look at me in the eyes right now and tell me what time you went to bed last night, if you even went to bed at all.” He taunted you with his eyes. You rolled your eyes and tried to look at him in his eyes. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. He raised his eyebrows, expecting an answer. 

“3.” 

“Okay. What time did you wake up to finish that lab report? I know you didn’t finish it.” 

Your boyfriend sure was cheeky sometimes. You blew some hair out of your face in annoyance. 

“7.” 

“Oh my gosh, Y/n-” He groaned and let his head drop to touch your knees. You kind of felt bad for worrying him so you hurriedly tried to defend yourself. 

“Hey, Look, it’s not that bad. At least I got some sleep.” You sucked at this. He looked back up to you and rubbed his own tired eyes. “Babe. I just came home to you asleep at your desk. My yelling didn’t even wake you up. You can barely keep your eyes open.” He pointed out. You didn’t know what to say. He sighed and hopped back up to stand. 

“Fine. If you won’t sleep, then I’ll make you go to sleep.” He said with a firm nod, proud of himself for taking some initiative. You started to protest but Changbin just leaned forward and pulled you over his shoulder, eliciting a shriek. 

“Seo Changbin! What are you doing!” 

“Baby, this is for your own good. I’m taking care of my baby, that’s what I’m doing.” He said and you could only prop yourself up on his back. He carried you to the bathroom before setting you down. 

“Why are we here?” You puffed in annoyance. 

Changbin just started getting out your face wash and other things related to your night routine. As soon as he set everything down in front of you he motioned to the mini display and crossed his arms. 

“We are doing our night routine. Like we always do.” He just stood and waited. You scoffed and began to brush your teeth, occasionally looking back at your boyfriend. He really just waited until you started until he began to do it himself. While you two were brushing your teeth, he even tried to smile at you with his toothbrush in his mouth. Unfortunately a bunch of toothpaste foam fell out of his mouth and you laughed at him, almost choking on your own spit. The both of you giggled like kids as you moved on to face wash. 

Changbin insisted on doing this step for you, so you let him put your face wash on your face (with clean hands of course!) and rub it in circles. He put a little too much pressure though, and he was moving your whole face in circles. 

“Changbin!” You laughed and he smiled at the sight of you finally smiling for once. Man, he loved you so much. 

“What?” 

“You’re moving my entire face!” 

“Yah, stop talking unless you want bubbles in your mouth.” He lessened his firmness and continued to emulsify the soap on your face until you tried to pull away. 

“Hey, I’m not done!” He scolded you. 

“Baby, it’s been 60 seconds. We’re done.” You laughed and proceeded to help him do his face. He sat patiently while you spread his face wash on his cheeks, forehead, chin and nose. You also gave him a forehead massage. He sighed and melted in your hands. Entirely focused, you moved on to his cheeks and then his nose. He stood as still as possible. 

After you tapped his cheek, signaling your task was complete, you both rinsed your face and did the rest of your routine together. After that, you climbed into bed as he changed into his sleeping shorts. 

“Yah, what are you staring at?” Changbin feigned to act all shy. You laughed and stared at his shoulders. 

“Oh, I’m just admiring all the hard work my boyfriend puts in at the gym.” You snickered and pulled the blanket over you as Changbin picked up the pillow from the edge of the bed to throw at you. You both giggled. 

Changbin climbed in as you let the cover fall from your face. He snuggled up close to you and you wrapped your arms around his torso as he fit himself into the shape of your body. 

“Baby, I don’t know if I’m tired anymore.” You whispered just as he began to close his eyes. He snapped them open. 

“What?” Changbin pouted. 

You laughed. “I can’t stop thinking about my assignments.” 

“Ah, would it help if I cuddled you how you like?” He pleaded with his doe eyes. 

You nodded and made a sad face. He scrunched his nose in reply. 

“Whatever makes my baby sleep better at night.” He then turned to flip off the lights and readjust you so you were the smaller spoon facing him. 

“This better?” 

“Mmm, yeah.” You sighed and relaxed in his arms. 

“You’re so warm.” You whispered. He rubbed your back to lull you back into a tired state. 

“Go to sleep baby. I’ll be right here to hold you all night.” He whispered back and kissed your head. You were too tired to reply, and before you knew it, his body warmth had lulled you to sleep. You didn’t even get to kiss him goodnight. 

Changbin watched your eyes close and he could feel your breath even out, signaling you fell asleep. He watched your eyelashes flutter as you went off to dreamland. 

“I love you Y/n.” He whispered before relaxing more himself and settling into a deep sleep for himself. 

[shaemeful]

Week Eight

Today's session was our opportunity to showcase our Illustrator skills across two separate drawings - one silhouette and one that includes both colour and shading.

To start off I found a cute tooth drawing on Noun Project that I thought would be a great warm up and a chance for me to really practice keeping my handles straight as the fingers are made up of several curves very close together.

After tracing my chosen image I scanned it and loaded it up into Illustrator as reference so I could trace over top of it:

I decided to start with the hands as I thought this would be the hardest part to finesse and get right. Initially I just went through and placed my points roughly where I wanted them, making sure to keep my bottom handles straight, and then I went back in and tweaked. Each 'knuckle' join was made using broken points.

As I was playing around I decided I really liked the look of having loops in between each finger as it tied in with the loop at the top of the tooth's body, so I strayed from my original drawing to include this. Using the stroke palette I changed the corner join to round to take away the sharpness that the loops created.

Once I was happy with where my hand was at, I duplicated it and mirrored it so I could use it for the other side.

Using layers to keep my work tidy, I went ahead and drew the rest of my image - again keeping handles straight where possible.

To create the stars I drew one and then duplicated it twice more and readjusted them to where I wanted them.

For the face I drew one eye and then duplicated and mirrored to match the other side. The nose is made from a hybrid point so I could have a flat bottom while still having a nice curve for the bridge. And for the mouth I went into the stroke palette to both increase the stroke weight and change the stroke profile so it would be thicker in the middle.

I then just added a white fill to the tooth elements and changed the floss fill and outline to grey to finish the first image off and voila:

Although I am slowly getting more comfortable with Illustrator, it is definitely the Adobe program I struggle the most with. While my drawing may not be perfect, I am super happy with how it turned out and it served as a great warm up for my next image.

I admittedly really struggled to get started on my second image because I just kept getting myself confused, and it wasn't until I was taking a break did I have a brain wave. The reason I was struggling, was because I was trying to use Illustrator how I would use Photoshop when they are completely different and need to be used differently.

After much frustration I did what I should have done in the beginning and revisited our penguin from week three to try and refresh the ole' noggin, I also picked a less complicated image. Initially I set off wanting to create my own version of Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors to challenge myself - but it was just a little beyond my current skill set.

Instead I chose to do a dinosaur sitting on a laptop, mainly so I can tell my boss it's him.

I wanted to start with creating my dinosaurs head and body, so used a series of circles to make up the shape of the head and then used the Pathfinder 'Merge' to make them all one shape.

I then traced the outline of his body, and merged this shape with his head to create one shape.

I traced both his arms and his foot out in separate layers, and then moved to the laptop which I created using rectangles, the Direct Selection tool and the Curvature tool. I followed the same process as I did for the body and created the lid and the base as two shapes and then used pathfinder to merge.

Once I had my base shapes established it was time to add some colour. I went through and added my base colour and then dropped the opacity down so I could see my reference underneath. I traced where I wanted my shadows and highlights, you only need to be tidy on the inner edge because the rest will get cut away. I then duplicated my base layer, selected both the copy and the shape I just traced and using Pathfinder 'Intersect' to leave behind my desired shape.

I then repeated this process until I had all my shadows and highlights placed where I wanted them.

Instead of having to copy the body layer a million times, we can select multiple shapes, right click and "create compound path" (which essentially joins the items together), and then select this "new shape" and the body layer and use Pathfinder to cut out.

I used this process to cut out the toes of my dinosaur. I created multiple ovals with a white fill and green outline, placed them where I wanted them, make a compound path with them, and then cut them out with Pathfinder.

At this stage old Greg was looking like this:

He was lacking some facial details, so using a combination of the Pen tool and the Ellipse tool I went in and added/coloured my details.

At this point I was starting to feel a lot more confident as it all started to come together. I was already pretty happy with it but knew the eyes needed a little more attention to make him interesting and feel complete.

I added some red gradient eyes, some extra circles as highlight, and also went in with the Pen tool by the foot/tail to add a couple of extra lines. At this point I was very happy to call him complete and I'm very proud I continued to persevere because it finally feels like I've made that missing connection with this program.

Now that I've made that missing link I feel confident moving forward as a designer using Illustrator and I am excited to one day revisit my Audrey II drawing and give it another go once I have developed my skills a little further.

And just for funsies, here is what Dino Greg looks like when all his handles are exposed:

[noonaishere]

Honestly, I do it on purpose because I hate cleaning. It's probably the neuroatypicalness, but I'd rather clean once a week than "keep things tidy" all week.

I mean, my actual burnout era was three months of me NOT working on any of the many things I have in various stages of being finished. This is the post-burnout era in which I'm trying to get my shit together because I realized I'd rather be a writer than any of the things I went to college for (😬👍). And yeah, burnout just breaks your brain; the only thing I learned about myself is that I can shut down my emotions so hard that it takes months to be able to cry again afterwards, and while I don't know if that's a marketable skill I also would never put myself in the position of having to do that again. (I point my finger pointedly at capitalism and say "Jot that the fuck down").

I think it ends in... January of next year? I forget the exact days, but I think it's the first week. I actually have to finish the Epilogue posts since I didn't when I made all the other posts because I was just tired after copy/pasting text and then formatting something like 230 posts lol.

Re: your tags: I don't mind if you write a lot, I am also longwinded lol. I start so many "It's just going to be a blurb" fics and end up with like 100k words. I think I just can't do short things 🤣🤣

And the monster book is kind of: I was watching a video about Twilight and all the books it spawned that had a "mousey brunette" female lead (who describes herself as plain and not hot and yet all the boys want her? you know the one) and a love triangle and I was like, "It'd be funny if she discovered she was an eldritch monstrosity, lol" and also, "......Why don't they just be a throuple? Stop fighting, all of you kiss." So it's kind of that lol. I also like Lovecraft (and as a queer person who's part of one of the ethnic groups he denigrates in his stories, I legally have to put my grubby little hands all over his stuff), so it's based in a lot of his lore, while adding some new stuff.

I have a fast draft of the first book done, and the outline for the second one done, and I'm alllllllmost done trying to figure out how the story of the third one goes.

(And that's in addition to the novella I need to finish, and the fantasy book I've been working on for forever that's changed formats like three times that I need to find some beta readers for because I'm unsure about parts of it 😫😫😫)

over the past few weeks of keeping up with music of the heart, i can’t help but think that she was wrong for being so mean to him. i absolutely understand her pain because i went through something extremely similar, but after all these years she still so mad at him. hongjoong and jongho seem to understand something i don’t, so i’m pretty sure i’m just a little slow or something 😭 he made a mistake, yes, but he didn’t do it on purpose :( maybe i’m just soft because it’s yuyu, but i’m finding it so difficult to not find her slightly annoying 😭😭

but i’m so obsessed with online/offline 😩 your writing in general is just 😩😩😩 i read work of art even though i don’t know anything about nct just because i knew it’d be good due to it being your writing 😋 (i read it in two days, i couldn’t stop 😭)

sorry if i upset you by calling t/n a little annoying, but i just don’t really understand her :( i do really love your fics and can’t wait to see where they go <33

Hii! Sorry for taking days to respond I was busy cleaning for a day (😭😭😭) and then I spent a day trying to figure out how I wanted a character's "monster" form to look for an original book and I think I got it (🥰🥰🥰)

I don't want to say too much about t/n's mental state, because we're not totally done exploring all of why she feels the way she feels, but it has a lot to do with: what happened was really traumatic + she hasn't seen him since it happened and has basically been working to survive since then, so (=?) she was just never able to deal with it in the tiniest bit (since something that would have been really helpful - therapy - costs money that she had to spend on food and rent). And I'm not upset, lol. I don't mind if you don't like her atm, we haven't even finished the drama of t/n's family so don't worry, you might still end up liking her.

And don't worry about being soft on yuyu, this whole fic has been an experiment in "how do I make a reader hate a male lead and then like him once the reader has forgiven him" but I knew I'd start with a handicap because no one wants to hate loveable yuyu lol.

I'm glad that you like my writing 😭😭🖤🖤 while I like how these fics came out ("came out" since, they're all finished and just waiting in the queue until their post time lol) I wrote them after I experienced some pretty intense burnout, so I was really worried I had lost the ability to write. I was reading an older fic I never finished and my writing feels so different to me now. I'm hoping I can recapture my older style at some point (or, alternately, continue to improve). I have a Loki (smut) fic on my AO3 that I really liked the style of, and I read it now kind of like "…how the fuck did I do that?" lol

Did you like Work of Art? I was like "I've never written a smau, what if I just write a fun little indulgent thing?" and I wanted to try writing a "man verses self" story since I hadn't done one yet, and that's the product lol. I still really like that y/n (you can tell because I kept doing epilogues months or years later 🤣)

Thank you for all the complements! 🥰🥰🥰 I hope you keep enjoying my fics 🖤🖤🖤

[pinkrelish]

🌟 "a kiss stolen away in a corner, ignoring crowds" perhaps i beg??

a/n: from this kiss prompt list

NSFW-ish: fem!reader, magic au, jealous obito, crude jokes, and sexual implication at the end

Words: 4.5k

Obito was a talented spellslinger, there was no doubt about that, but when it came to facing his rival, Kakashi, in the annual wizarding tournament between neighboring kingdoms, he choked.

It wasn't his fault magic was fueled on good feelings and he was filled with such bitterness after once again failing in front of his king. Kakashi had it all: fame, money, adoring fans, a girl hanging on his arm.

If only Obito's ordinary, magicless assistant could help him win his next fight..

Obito rammed his shoulder into the door and sent it slamming against the wall of his study, rattling his cramped shelves of curios. Liquids of past endeavors sloshed in their glass beakers. Metal trinkets teetered. Streams of mist were disturbed, giving way to his body charging through them. Books knocked themselves over, except for the one he snatched mid-air and threw onto his desk, falling into his chair with a huff.

You were hot on his heels, treading lightly into his quarters and shutting the door behind you with utmost gentleness, using the thick burnished wood to shush the booing crowd in the background shouting for blood in the brief respite between rounds.

Wringing your mouth into a frown at the voices echoing down the cobbled stone hallway leading to the arena, you clashed Obito’s harshness with your delicate nature. Crossing the full length of the floor in two steps to tidy up the half-burnt candlesticks littering the floor while he hunched over his desk, summoning energy to his hands, lighting the dingy room in the soft blue glow of magic. Harnessing his prowess to flip through the pages of his spellbook in simple twitches of his clawed fingers, broadening his shoulders with a heavy sigh as he poured over the ancient materials written in a language you did not know, eyes flicking from one line of text to the other.

His study was overcrowded. Every space occupied if possible, including the plethora of plants hanging from the ceiling, encroaching upon your limited vision like a temperamental jungle that required the artificially humid air Obito created to prosper. You swept your frizzy hair over your shoulder and groped for a stool hidden under stacks of spare wizard’s robes, scraping the metal legs across the stone floor as you dragged it next to him, perching on the edge after grabbing the first aid kit from the window sill.

Pausing the astringent pad over the cut on Obito’s cheek, you waited to see if he would acknowledge you first. “This’ll sting,” you warned.

“Just get it over with,” he muttered, and of course, hissed when you swiped it over the shallow injury.

It was one of the lesser battle wounds he incurred during his duels with Kakashi, but it’d leave a scar nonetheless. Always on his right side, having a habit of flinching to his left. Favoring his weaker side even now to run his hand through his black hair, pushing it from his wrinkled forehead and scratching above his furrowed brows. Ruminating something fierce in his hardened jaw, grinding his teeth back and forth. Working his muscles clamped tight while you exhaled through your nose, cooling the alcohol on his skin as you chased thin drops of blood outlining the curve of his Adam’s apple.

The light gracing his palms increased at the same speed the book unfurled itself to the appendix in the back. “It’s just like him to pull that bullshit on me,” Obito continued under his breath, searching the list of spells. “Debuting a flashy new move when I was prone. Always such a fucking show off.”

“Have you tried being better than him?”

He batted your wrist away. “Could you at least try to be of some use?” You clicked your tongue at his chiding, but couldn’t rid yourself of the sly grin tugging at the corner of your mouth, aggravating him into putting you to work. Frustrating him all the more when you erupted into a fit of giggles at his face when he haughtily pointed out books for you to read through. “I don’t have time to goof off! Find me a spell, a potion, an incantation, something that’ll work.” He hurried your pace, taking clothbound books from the drawer of his desk and shoving them in front of you, stabbing his finger at them. “Help me figure out how I can win this stupid tournament once and for all!”

Lazily opening the one on top about tree roots and their importance in hair care products, you watched for his reaction. “Why bother with all this when you know as well as I do what really fuels magic?”

His erratic page turning slowed. The room dimmed of its ethereal glow, dwindling the blue light captured in the reflections of mirrors and bouncing off murky jars. Mist hung in the slight separation of your bodies, knees touching and gazes drifting to the outline of thighs hugging their respective clothing.

“I don’t need..” He shook his head as if ridding himself of a thought. “I don’t need to resort to that to win. I can do it my way. I can beat him.”

Magic was conjured and fed by the wielder's emotions. The stronger the better, but it truly thrived of the sweeter, kinder ones Obito struggled to empower. Locking himself away in his room all hours of the day, practicing all hours of the sleepless nights. Bossing you around to gather this and that for him. Experiencing all the throat-cleaning, chest-crushing, lung-collapsing sensations you explained to him countless times about how it felt to fall in love, but he never felt them in the context you instructed him it would.

He only felt bitterness, stress, and rage when staring down his opponent in the arena. A rival haunting him since they were children in school. Sat next to each other, achieving similar success, yet he was passed over in favor of Kakashi. Always Kakashi.

The stab of white-hot jealousy in his heart when you looked at Kakashi.

It was always Kakashi.

You tapped your fingernails on the scratched surface of his desk and offered a piece of insightful advice. “Maybe you need a girlfriend.”

He cut you a look.

“All I’m pointing out is that he started dating his apprentice and bam! He comes out swinging with that new move and knocks you flat on your ass.”

“Oh, my apologies for respecting my craft above loitering at bars, picking up any girl who throws me a second glance,” he sneered, sharpening his glare at you. “With what time do you propose I do such a trivial thing in hopes a woman falls for me? I’d rather lose a thousand times than stoop to such pitiful tactics to gain the upper hand.” Returning his nose to his book, he scoffed. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a girlfriend. Looks like I’m stuck with you and my own merits.”

“How awful,” you covered the rejection with a joke, suppressing a reaction from crossing your face until he was paragraphs deep in lore behind an elixir illustrated on the yellowed page. You concealed it further with your knuckles dug deep into your cheek.

“It must be nice to be dating his apprentice. Working side by side, falling in love. Being able to look over at her in the midst of battle, putting the rush of endorphins into his magic! I heard they met during the solstice festival two years ago. He asked her to dance as soon as they laid eyes on one another.”

Your dreamy sigh caught his attention. He grinned wickedly at your innocence, shining the white of his teeth in a fresh surge of blue. “I heard she sucks him off between rounds.”

“Obito!”

“What?” he laughed, voice raspy and hoarse from his fire usage. “Why do you think he always goes out there smiling?” He cackled again at your expression. Then he snuffed the good mood from the room. “Get serious. Start picking herbs.”

Dictating you around with grunts and waves of his hands, you ripped leaves from various plants stashed in the nooks and crannies of the room. Tucking your elbows to your side to squeeze past him for the carrier powder stowed in an inconspicuous ceramic jar, handing it all to him in his mortar and pestle.

“Oh, and a badger’s tooth, too,” he said, gesturing at the final muse to complete his mixture sitting on the top shelf above where you sat. But in doing so, his sleeve bunched at his elbow. Heavyspun cotton slid the length of his forearm, revealing a deep crimson gash interrupting the flow of his scarred flesh. Arm hair matted with dried blood.

Clearly, a secret he meant to keep from you judging by how he snapped his arm from your prying eyes and wrung his sleeve around his wrist.

You gasped his name. “When did you–”

“It’s nothing. Time’s almost up,” he reminded you about the break between matches in a tone telling you to drop it.

What a fool he was. You couldn’t sit back and witness him risk infection over a superficial tournament with Kakashi that served as nothing more than a pissing contest between otherwise amicable kingdoms all in the name to entertain your bored kings in this time of peace.

You stood and unclasped the broach holding your cloak closed and flourished it around your person, using the clean inside to staunch the oozing wound. Angry at yourself for not noticing the specks of sticky blood on the floor, nor the dark pool on the frustratingly black sleeve of his magi robes.

The stool creaked beneath your weight as you bent forward, hair falling into your face as you tended to him. “You shouldn’t let this go undressed.”

“If I embarrass the king and lose again, it’ll be the least of my worries.”

The muscles in his forearm flexed. Veins bulging with effort from grinding the tooth and expressing the oils from the herbs, mixing them together in a suede satchel. Ignoring your doting hands mopping up inky blood like it’d make a difference.

“Can I ask you something?”

He cinched the satchel. “Make it quick.”

“Why keep me as an assistant instead of getting a real apprentice? Or at least someone who could heal you.”

An insightful question he avoided for the better part of five years. He should’ve graduated to an apprentice who had a talent for magic as he did. Someone he could teach, delegate meaningful tasks to, rely on for their expertise, develop new spells with and pass them on to the next generation. Instead, he kept you glued to his side. An ordinary human lacking any of the skillset he required to advance his career.

You sucked in your bottom lip and nibbled it like you always did when focusing on something; smoothing an ointment smelling of mint along his fevered skin. You blinked rapidly, fluttering the lock of hair stuck to your lashes. “This is going to need some serious stitches. Which you know I can’t do even if we did have the time.”

Without thinking, he shushed you with the graze of his fingertips across your forehead. Gentle and intimate. Collecting the strands of curled hair between his bent fore and middle fingers, brushing them to your temple. Guiding his knuckles down the sweep of your soft cheek and tucking them behind your ear.

Surprising you, and him. Locked in a curious stare as if you’d discovered each other for the first time. Rendering him stunned; breath hitched in his tight throat. Heart pounding against the cage of his chest. Thrumming hot under the collar in the privacy of his study. Tingling his nerves with an addictive sweetness when you shied from his heavy observance, averting your eyes from his mouth in fear of getting caught. An adorable reaction he noticed with rapt attention considering he held no such modesty when sneaking glances at your low cut dress, laced tight in the front, worn on this special occasion. Once, he told you the specific hue of blue found on butterfly wings during a cloudy day was his lucky color. And here you sat, adorning a dress you must’ve dyed thrice to get it right, hidden under a drab cloak.

After sufficiently carving the memory of your breasts into his mind, he willed his eyes from your cleavage, only to get trapped at the sight of your plush lips, slightly parted from a quiet breath.

He whispered an answer to your question asked minutes ago. “Because I prefer your company over a stranger’s. When I chose you six years ago, it wasn’t a mistake.”

The mist stilled. Dewy drops clung to your clavicle, shimmering in the faint light from his upturned palm resting where he dropped it on the table after following the length of your hair over your shoulder. Illuminating the rapid pulse in your neck as something transpired in the way he regarded you. Like something new stirred in the heartbeats you shared through short strokes of your thumb tracing the cut on his arm placed in your lap.

Like something changed in your dynamic when your noses almost touched, and your stuttering exhales joined as one invisible validation in the unfathomably narrow separation of your rising chests.

Like a momentary acceptance dragged his eyelids shut, missing the slight tilt of your head in anticipation, expecting him to–

A trumpet sounded. Three sharp notes.

“Oh–!” You both jolted.

“We should–”

“Yeah.”

You collected your cloak and tossed it over your shoulder, spinning, fumbling cleaning up the spilt remains of Obito’s concoction, rushing an equally flustered man out the door who proved to be of little help when he bumped a shelf and a slew of glowing moonstones tumbled across his desk, rolling to the floor along with the pestle.

“Come on, we don’t have time for this.” He grabbed your hand and led you out the door, not bothering to close it behind him.

“Wait,” you pleaded, snatching him by the sleeve and jerking him out of his strong stride, stopping him in the middle of the hallway. “Just wait a second,” you repeated, unable to catch your breath–not at all due to the sudden flurry of activity.

Obito whirled, and you collided with his massive stature.

Recovering quicker than he did, you wrested the fabric of his robe and brought him closer to the torch at the entrance of his study, all the while his head was turned to the end of the hallway. Towards the thundering voices demanding more from him.

Falling into routine, you straightened out the collar of his robe. You pulled it taut and laid it flat on his broad chest, smoothing out the wrinkles with the heel of your palm. The dust was brushed off easily, and his shirt underneath was picked free of lint. Wrapping your fingers around his corded belt, you loosened it and retied it in an elaborate knot.

He watched it all. With his face turned towards the rowdy audience, but his eyes solely on you. Noticing the little things you did for him–that he knew you did before every match–but now, he observed them truthfully. Harboring the emotions he felt in the twist of his stomach and the blush reddening his cheeks as you touched him in ways he never allowed anyone else to.

You patted the suede pouches at his hip. Checked his scabbard. Neatened the tasseled end of his belt, ran your hand over the top of his thigh. Leaned into him as he leaned away, keeping the way his body reacted to your presence a secret.

“I’m fine,” he said, gravelly voice breaking. Betrayed by a host of emotions present in his dark eyes.

“I’m making you look presentable.” You pulled his gloves from your pocket and held them open while he slid his hands into the soft leather. “Do your best, Obito.” With that, you looked him over and approved his state; less disheveled than he appeared before, but only after combing your fingers along his scalp to tame his wild hair. “I’ll try to get a spot in the front row.”

You left. And he could breathe again. Hearing himself think in the rise of blood to his ears.

You wished him to do his best. And the bitterness returned. Would you have wished Kakashi to do his best, or would you know of him as the champion? Offering him a winning smile and nothing more, secure he’d give it a mediocre try and still be crowned.

The good feelings vanished from his soul. Decimated. Replaced by all his hatred. Erasing the tender moment in his study, dismissed by a looping scene of your eyes widening at Kakashi’s newest spell. Mouth agape in all ways impressed. A distinguished expression of enthrallment at Kakashi whilst Obito was sprawled on the ground, writhing in agony.

What girl would be enticed by his inferiority? What girl would be impressed by his ineptitude?

The voices in the hallway escalated to a cacophonous roar announcing Kakashi’s arrival, and died upon Obito’s entrance. Standing at opposite ends of the polished dais of opulent tiles laid out in a nine pointed star. A vicious scowl meeting an uninterested face half disguised under a mask.

The trumpet sounded again, and before the audience could gasp, the battle was underway.

A tournament of spells whizzing past ears, exploding, raining sparks upon heads, setting hair ablaze. A duel of innocuous incantations meant to get under the skin of the other, until at last, it was an all-out blood bath.

A fight for pride, and fame, and a title.

From under his pinched brows, Kakashi met Obito’s gaze and withdrew his long fingers from the pockets sewn into his sleeves, hurling black soot and ash onto the dais. Summoning hellhounds without mercy.

And just like the first round, smoke rose and the scraping of nails against tile sucked the moisture from mouths as fear kicked in. Savage barks boomed. Fangs pierced the fog, maws snarling. Death incarnate.

The dogs of death bolted at Obito.

His vision narrowed to the pack leader, grasping the dagger at his belt and stabbing it in the air. He chanted. Invoked a spell from deep within his core; the fire in his belly. Roaring to life from the tip of his blade. Swirling, curling around the smoke. Arcing through and cutting down. One fallen, seven to go. Then six, then two. The largest. Pounding the tile. Trembling the pebbles of rubble dirtying its image.

Obito concentrated. Shifted his stance to offense, begging the fatigue to stave off just a little bit longer. Just a little more. Another dog burned to charcoal. The last, eviscerated in a sea of flames. Just until he could reach Kakashi. Then it’d be over.

Years and years of jealousy and animosity; Obito cultivated it all. Used its power. Imbued the tip of his dagger with all the self loathing he honed after decades of being ignored.

The flames reached across the arena, and stopped.

At the last second, Kakashi greased his palms and clapped them together. An earthen wall surged from the ground, shielding himself from the fire licking the edges of his side of the arena.

Obito’s stomach sank. The crowd stood in awe, waiting for the moment Kakashi decided to reveal himself and end the fight before Obito made a fool of himself for trying.

But a voice called out. Cheered, even.

Searching over the meat of his shoulder holding the dagger true to his target, Obito eyed the audience teeming for his blood. Guests invited from the other kingdom. Spectators. Except for one. At the very edge, obscured by burly men giving her evil looks.

You cheered for him again. “Come on, Obito! You can do it!”

Did you always say his name like that? In front of everyone without fear? He couldn’t recall. Always taking the things you did for granted.

He met your gaze from over his billowing sleeve and he’d never felt more relieved. Calmed. As if you being there, eyes gleaming with passion, encouraging him not to fold, lulled his mind to a state of peace. A place where his exhausted brain could decipher the roiling of emotions erupting from his chest. Pick out the new ones. The kind ones. The ones he associated with you, and only you, as you looked at him, and only him.

His face burned. Pulsing red like an ember. Painting the enclosed stadium in searing oranges, fanning hot flames to those who doubted him. Harnessing the absolute magnitude of realizations he had in the fractions of seconds he stared at you. At you. Always you. Right there beside him. Leading him, guiding him. Despite him being too stubborn to be worth your energy.

It was always you.

Cones of flames shot forth, drilling past the earthen shield, harming his rival once and for all.

Kakashi collapsed on the dais. Blood spilling from under his torn mask clutched in the palm of his burnt hand. Unable to process how he lost.

The audience cheered. The kings stood, one more mirthful than the other. Throwing his hands up in joviality to welcome Obito to the podium at the front of the room, declaring him the winner. An honor he only dreamed of. Never actualizing the bare truth of it all.

He was showered with praise, with rains of hands clasping him on his shoulders and shaking him with contagious laughter. Celebrating him and his efforts. Yet, he didn’t take his attention off the crowd pressing in on all sides. Seeking the wincing face of the one he owed his success to.

You elbowed your way to the front. Your cloak was hugged to your chest, splotches of blood ruining the fabric you held for dear life in the calamity of bodies jumping and chanting, jostling you around.

About to give up, you squeezed between two men and spotted the podium, hoping you made it in time to see Obito accept his reward. But you were caught off guard.

He was ignoring it all. Finding it more important to direct all his attention to you, making sure you were safe.

“Congratulations,” you mouthed at him, smiling wide. You waited a beat for him to nod back, though his face remained blank, and you made your departure. Slinking into the crowd and leaving it all behind for the quiet, sequestered entrance of the hallway leading to his study. Able to catch your breath and wipe the sweat from your brow. Easing the tension in your muscles, grateful you could grin at the end of this.

“Wait,” a wonderfully raspy voice stopped you in front of the door.

You turned, and arms welcomed you. Lips accepted you. Skilled fingers caressed the small of your back, bringing you in closer to be cradled by a warm chest as your shoulder blades connected with chilled stone.

Obito smiled against your mouth, breaking the kiss for a nervous laugh, shaking your joined bodies. Opening his eyes the amount needed to observe your shock ebb to elation, beholding him so kindly. Folding your arms and bringing them up to capture fistfuls of his hair.

“Sorry I’m so stupid,” he whispered in the lone hallway, pressing you further into him, cloaking you against the wall with the entirety of his being. Legs on either side of you, hips driving against yours. All of him braced firmly against you; a torchlight as your witness.

“Yeah, you’re an idiot,” you agreed, harmonizing in demure moans as your lips hushed one another again.

And just as the heat of the moment peaked where your thighs met, he pulled away at your insistence, struggling to fully enjoy the moment when the crowd in the other room chanted his name and interviewers demanded a victorious speech.

“You should get back out there,” you spoke through giggles, fawning over the stubble on his strong jaw–discovering how ticklish it was after wondering how it would feel rubbed against your cheek for years. Yet, he was the one who wouldn’t let go.

“But–”

“I’ll be here waiting for you. I promise. Now go and reap your reward. They want you, Obito.”

“You’re right.” He kissed your forehead and snorted at the wry grin plastered on your face. “And I won’t ever admit that again.”

~~~

He could’ve been gone minutes. He could’ve been gone hours.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and smiled into your shoulder, rocking back and forth in his study. Standing at his desk, cleaning his things like his loyal assistant ought to do.

~~~

With a simple wave of a hand, the torch’s flame doused itself with a hiss. The heavy wood door of the study sealed itself shut. The metal locks clicked into place. A pair of eyes peered out the window at the dispersing crowd and obfuscated it from sight, drawing a shutter closed.

Tense muscles gathered you. Strong, gloved hands wound down the scapes of your arms, flexing thick fingers over the tops of your knuckles. Flattening them to the desk. Halting your duties of tending to a mess that didn’t belong to you. Forming the curve of his body to yours. Interposing an alluring offer to your lower back, stealing the air from your lungs in gasp unheard; hushed by his stubble grazing your sensitive throat. Prizing you in kisses placed on areas of vulnerability presented freely to the man you trusted above all others.

Obito curled his fingers between yours, anchoring your urges from being explored. Frustrating, but oh so sweet as he did not temper his.

He nipped at your exposed flesh. “I won,” he uttered on the crook of your neck.

“You did,” you exhaled. His weight left your wrists. Your bodice loosened. You were spun against your will, coming face to chest and understanding the carnal desire coursing through both of your anxious fingers. Trembling to undo his belt and slide his robe from his shoulders, while he shakily ripped the cord from the front lacing of your dress and shoved the fabric under the bounce of your breasts, releasing a shy giggle at his impatience–silenced by his unyielding grip on your ass, setting you atop his desk and introducing himself between your thighs.

Your speech came out in tiny whimpers, surrendering yourself to the needy roll of his hips; clothing being the only thing restraining him from more, “If Kakashi’s apprentice gets on her knees between matches, what should I do for you, my Champion?”

“I only won because of you,” he said, lowering his pitch like he lowered his hands to your legs, bunching the fabric of your dress in his fists and hauling it upwards, aiming for your waist. “I’m the one who should be on my knees, thanking you with my tongue.”

A delightful shiver hardened your nipples at the thought.

“With magic, who cares about ordinary positions.”

His eyes widened, and slowly, a smile developed on his glistening lips. “You’re right.”

Piercing light filled the room, illuminating the quiet hallway in faint hues of blue from the gap under the door, only interrupted by a night filled with lewd shadows and blissful moans.

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[CN] Gavin’s Arrest Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 抓捕之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

[ Released in CN: 1 May 2022 ]

[ 1 ]

MC: Over here! I left my clothes here to dry, along with some... undergarments. They’re all gone! And the potted plants that I painstakingly raised to adulthood were overturned and left in a mess... But this is the worst thing that happened!

I bring Gavin over to the tiny dining table on the balcony. The dining cloth, which was originally covering the table neatly, is now strewn to one side carelessly, with splotches of jam and slices of toast on it.

MC: This was supposed to be my breakfast sandwich. Now, the eggs and ham are gone. Only the bread is left! I’m guessing that the thief is incredibly barbaric and is clearly trying to provoke me!

The first thing Gavin does is to check me over. Then, he releases a breath.

Based on the sequence that I had explained earlier, he puts on overshoes and white gloves before stepping into the balcony.

He scrutinises the remnants on the tiny dining table meticulously, then sweeps a glance over the floor of the balcony. Then, he sinks into a deep contemplation.

This incident must be explained from the start. After I got out of bed and freshened up, I was just about to head to the balcony to water the plants and enjoy my breakfast. However, I discovered that my balcony seemed to have been broken into.

Just as I was about to release a sigh of relief since nothing valuable was damaged, a chill suddenly ran down my spine...

If I had forgotten to lock the balcony door last night... would the thief have broken into my house?

More importantly, now that the thief knows the route to my home, would he pay it another visit?

With these thoughts in mind, I started to feel lingering fear. Since this matter is related to my safety, I decided that this wasn’t a time to put on a strong front. As such, I quickly gave Gavin a call.

Gavin rushed over immediately. Based on my “testimony”, he’s currently doing a “survey” of my balcony.

Gavin: I think that you’ve made reasonable conjectures.

Gavin’s gaze is slightly icy, his brows arched high. Sunlight pours down on him, and the light and shadows outline his grave and stern frame.

Gavin: Based on the thief’s modus operandi, he should be in a good psychological state. He didn’t leave any unique traces. I’m guessing that he’s a repeat offender.

MC: Really?! I even wondered if I was overreacting...

Gavin turns to me, shaking his head in disapproval.

Gavin: Safety is no trivial matter. You’ve probably heard of recent cases where females who lived alone were being followed, and how there are a few “undergarment thieves” around. Also, asking me for help isn’t anything to be ashamed of.

With this, Gavin’s gaze softens. He reaches out to tousle my hair.

Gavin: Don’t worry. You made the right decision this time.

Only now do I realise that my hair’s definitely in a mess since I haven’t been awake for long. I can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed.

MC: Cough, erm...

After subtly tidying my hair and rubbing my flushed ears, I speak up.

MC: Do you think he might return?

Gavin: I wouldn’t eliminate such a possibility.

Gavin crosses his arms, his gaze turning solemn once again.

Gavin: To be safe, I’ll stay at your place tonight. If he dares to return, he’d be walking right into a trap.

MC: Yes, Officer Gavin! I hereby announce that the “Arrest The Balcony Thief Project” will officially begin tonight!

While arching my brows, I hold my palm out to Gavin. Gavin understands this instantly. He plays along, placing his hand on mine.

[ 2 ]

As night falls, our preparation for the “Arrest Project” is more or less complete.

In order to “immobilise the enemy”, I do my best to pretend that everything’s normal.

Gavin installs sensors on various parts of the balcony. As long as someone enters it, we’d receive a notification.

At around 10pm, we turn the lights off. Then, we sit on the carpet in the bedroom, waiting for intruder to arrive.

Three hours later...

MC: Half the night is gone. Maybe he isn’t coming today...

Perhaps due to being overly tense earlier, the waiting time leaves me feeling slightly drowsy. I release a soft yawn, subconsciously leaning my head on Gavin’s shoulder.

Gavin: If you’re tired, go to sleep. I’m here.

MC: But if he doesn’t appear tonight, you’d have waited for nothing.

Gavin: We can’t let down our guard over the next few days. Night shifts are common for me, so I’m already used to doing them.

Beneath the moonlight, all I can see is Gavin’s silhouette. But when I hear his low voice, I experience a comforting strength.

MC: How about this - I’ll go and prepare coffee. We’ll wait for another two hours. If he doesn’t come, we’ll go to bed together!

I pump myself up, preparing to feel my way out of the bedroom in the darkness. However, Gavin tugs on my wrist.

Gavin: Wait. Bring some equipment. I’ll go with you.

Gavin places the objects in his bag on the carpet quietly. With the assistance of the moonlight, I identify what they are - self-defense gloves, pepper spray, a strobe flashlight, an electric prod...

Gavin: Time was tight, so I could only prepare these.

MC: ...

At this moment, the alarm in Gavin’s hand suddenly releases “beep beep beep” noises.

Gavin: He’s here! 

Gavin: Stay here and wait for me. If I don’t call out to you, don’t come out.

Gavin gets into the zone quickly. Bending down, he nimbly feels his way around the bedroom without making a single sound.

Watching as Gavin disappears into the darkness, my heart begins to feel uneasy.

Not long after, strange sounds drift from the balcony. I hear a chair being overturned and a flower pot shattering. An intense fight seems to be taking place.

MC: Is Gavin going to be in danger? Nope, how could a thief rival him...

While comforting myself with reminders of Gavin’s strength, I can’t help but feel worried.

The balcony lapses into silence. Everything seems to be over, and my sense of unease intensifies in the quietness.

MC: Gavin? Are you okay?

Gavin: ...I’m fine. You can turn the lights on.

Hearing Gavin’s voice causes me to release a sigh of relief, though I fail to notice the slight awkwardness in his tone.

The lights in the living room are turned on. I’m fully equipped, stepping closer to the balcony in a defensive manner.

I spot Gavin on the balcony. I don’t see anyone else aside from him, but he’s...

...carrying a chubby orange tabby cat in his arms.

MC: ...?

The round eyes of the cat meet mine. A slice of ham hangs unashamedly from its mouth.

MC: This... is the thief?

Gavin: Seems like it. Have a look at this - I found it while it was trying to run away.

Heading onto the balcony, I see that my lost clothes are in a concealed corner of the outdoor unit of the air-conditioner. It’s as though the thief had used them to build a nest.

MC: So it was you, Big Thief Cat!

I remove my gear, feeling slightly embarrassed. However, I heave a sigh of relief in my heart.

Gavin: What should we do now? Release it?

I scrutinise the orange tabby cat. Although it has some dust and dirt on its fur, it’s plump and well-fed. There’s even a small bell along its neck.

MC: It doesn’t look like a stray cat. Let’s keep it for now and try to contact its owner.

Gavin: Okay, I’ll go along with whatever you say.

Only now does Gavin place the orange tabby cat down. The orange tabby cat doesn't seem aware that it’s a thief, and it continues munching on the ham in a carefree and leisurely manner.

 MC: What a glutton!

I prepare a Lost and Found notice for the cat which contains my contact details. Just in case I fail to detail the unique traits of the cat adequately, I draw a chubby orange tabby cat at the bottom.

At this point, the orange tabby cat, which has been silent all this while, suddenly releases a “meow” in protest.

I lift my head, watching as Gavin lifts the cat by its front paws, letting its hind paws rest on his legs. He seems to be saying something to the orange tabby cat.

MC: You guys are...

Gavin: I was educating it on the law. That way, it’d realise that entering homes and stealing is a very serious crime. It needs to become a law-abiding cat.

MC: Pfft...

The orange tabby cat meows again. It turns its head with great difficulty in Gavin’s grasp, and I can see the words “save me” clearly written in its eyes.

MC: I can’t save you. You should be obedient and listen to Officer Gavin’s ideological lesson. Work hard to become a law-abiding and ethical cat, okay~

[ 3 ]

The next day, we stick the “Lost and Found” notice on a public noticeboard in the residential community. We also take a photo of it and post it on the online noticeboard.

Not long after, I receive a call from the owner of the orange tabby cat.

MC: Gavin, do you think the auntie who contacted me is the real owner of the orange tabby cat?

Gavin: Based on the photograph she sent to you and the unique traits of the orange tabby cat, it should be the same cat.

While heading over to the home of the auntie who claimed to be the owner of the orange tabby cat, I can’t help but ask this question.

MC: Do you think it’s unwilling to go home because...

Gavin: We’ll only know after meeting its owner.

I glance at the carefree orange tabby cat in the portable carrier, and feel that I’m unduly worry. After all, a mistreated orange tabby cat wouldn’t become this rounded from eating.

Very soon, we arrive at the door. A very amiable-looking auntie opens the door for us.

Auntie Chen: Ahhh, it is our Fatty! Thank you both for bringing it home!

Watching as Auntie Chen carries the orange tabby cat in an affectionate manner, the doubts in my heart vanish.

MC: You’re most welcome, auntie. It’s what we should have done.

Auntie Chen invites us warmly into her home. A munchkin cat of around three or four months of age sticks its head out. The way it walks on its short legs is extremely adorable.

At this moment, Fatty, who has been indolent and relaxed all this time, suddenly leaps down. There's a fierce light in its eyes as it hisses at the munchkin cat.

Auntie Chen: Ahhh, scolding your little brother once you get home? You truly have a bad temper!

Auntie Chen quickly carries the tiny munchkin cat, comforting it. In the meantime, Fatty heads into its room without a turn of its head.

Auntie Chen: The both of you must stay for dinner before leaving! I’ll be cooking the dishes now, so you can play with Fatty and its little brother for a while.

MC: Auntie, there’s no need to-

Auntie Chen completely ignores my attempts to decline, and she brings us to the little room where Fatty is in.

There are all kinds of things in the room - a cat climbing tree, a cat bed, a cat nest... I can tell at a glance that this room was specially prepared for cats.

MC: Auntie Chen, you must really love cats.

Gavin nods while glancing at Fatty, who is hiding in its cat nest. He waves a cat wand casually in his hand.

He probably has very little experience using cat wands to interact with cats, and he doesn’t really know what to do. The feather on the cat wand stops in front of Fatty’s face. Fatty stares at the feather, completely motionless.

MC: That’s not the way to use a cat wand!

I walk over to him, taking the cat wand and waving it a few times. Sure enough, Fatty’s attention is drawn to the bouncing feather, and it prepares to launch into action.

Gavin: So the cat toy is meant to simulate the process of a cat hunting its prey. Is that right?

After observing for a while, Gavin appears to comprehend something. He reaches out, holding onto my hand as I grip the cat wand.

With his guidance, the little feather seems to turn into a lively little bird. Fatty continues to chase after it, playing to its heart’s content.

Just as Fatty prepares to launch its next attack, its little munchkin cat brother rushes in through the door. With an “awoom”, it bites the feather.

MC: It’s so adorable!

All of a sudden, Fatty loses interest in the game completely. It scampers to a corner, and it doesn’t come out no matter how much we use the cat wand.

MC: Fatty, what’s wrong? Are you tired?

Gavin looks in Fatty’s direction in a contemplative manner.

I scan my surroundings, and my eyes are drawn to a basket of cat toys on a shelf.

MC: Gavin, look. There's a toy over there. Fatty might like it.

Looking at the height of the shelf, he prepares to stand up.

Gavin: I’ll do it.

MC: I can reach it!

Pressing a hand on Gavin to support myself, I do my best to tiptoe and reach out for the basket of toys.

My fingertips meet the exposed bottom of the basket. I prod it upwards, but the basket gets pushed to the left.

I tug on it with my fingertips, and the basket falls on my left. I frantically step to the right, but end up stepping on a small ball and losing my balance.

As expected, I feel a sense of weightlessness while my body uncontrollably falls backwards.

However, I don’t feel the pain that I had expected. Instead, I fall steadily into a warm embrace.

The basket of toys land in my arms. The toys inside scatter all around, and the little cat chases after them.

A familiar scent soothes my frightened state, and my heart returns to place.

MC: Weren’t you sitting over there earlier? When did you shift over...

As though remembering something, Gavin’s soft chuckle drifts from behind me.

Gavin: I guessed that this would happen.

Recalling my earlier determination and confidence, I feel a little embarrassed.

MC: Don’t laugh at me! Otherwise, I’ll ask Fatty to sit on you so that you can experience the weight of the world!

Gavin: Go ahead. Since you’re so light, I won’t find it heavy even with a few more Fattys.

Although I’m unable to see Gavin’s expression, I can detect the happiness in his voice.

Fatty seems to have heard its name. With a “whoosh”, it leaps down to the ground and jumps into the basket of toys.

MC: It really came here...

Gavin: I feel pretty okay.

He chuckles while saying this, reaching out to wrap me and Fatty in his arms.

Gavin: The weight of the world is really light.

[ 4 ]

The chubby orange tabby cat is a mighty force. Fortunately, Auntie Chen calls us from the kitchen to tell us that it’s time to eat, and we break free from this awkward moment.

As we sit around the dining table, Auntie Chen pours out her grievances.

Auntie Chen: Fatty and I used to be very close, and it’d always want to sleep beside me. For some reason, it became very fierce recently and is no longer clingy. It even left home a few days ago. I’ve been looking all over for it. Thankfully, it met the both of you.

MC: Fatty was really obedient at my place, and it’s also very intelligent. It doesn’t seem to be a bad-tempered cat...

At this moment, Gavin suddenly speaks up.

Gavin: Did Fatty start to change ever since its little brother was adopted?

Auntie Chen thinks about this for a moment. Then, she nods slowly.

Gavin: Whenever the two cats get into a fight, do you subconsciously protect the younger brother?

Auntie Chen: The younger brother is so tiny. It can’t even jump onto the bed. I was worried that Fatty would bully it... Also, shouldn’t older brothers give in to their younger brothers...

Hearing this, I understand what Gavin’s driving at.

MC: Could Fatty think that its little brother diverted your love away from it? And that it left home because it felt neglected?

Gavin: Exactly.

Auntie Chen is taken a back momentarily, as though this possibility never occurred to her.

Auntie Chen: Do cats think about such things...? I’ve been giving it the same food and toys as before...

Gavin: Food and toys aren’t the most important things to it.

His gaze sweeps past me and lands on Fatty, who is still hiding in a corner.

Gavin: It’s concerned most about its owners favouritism.

-

MC: Auntie Chen, we’ll say goodbye now. Thank you for hosting us!

Gavin: Thank you.

Auntie Chen: Ahhhh, what are you saying? I should be the one thanking the both of you! Come over frequently, okay?

As we walk to the door, Fatty circles around us, as though a little reluctant to part with us.

I lift Fatty up, giving it a kiss on its chubby cheek. Then, I hand it over to Gavin so that he can say goodbye.

Gavin: Fatty, I’m going off.

Gavin carries Fatty. However, Fatty seems extremely averse to his hug. It stretches its tiny paws and rests them on his face, preventing him from getting closer. I can’t help but laugh.

Then, it leaps back into Auntie Chen’s arms. It meows, as though complaining about Gavin’s “malicious acts”.

Auntie Chen: Don’t worry. I’ll pay more attention to Fatty’s emotions in the future and will not let him think that I’m biased to its little brother. After all, it’s the big baby which has accompanied me for many years.

As we step out of the building, the sunlight is incredibly radiant yet not too glaring. It’s the best time of the day.

MC: Gavin, how did you discover Fatty’s reason for leaving home?

Gavin: Because I can understand how it feels.

I turn to Gavin, not fully understanding this. I can’t see his expression clearly beneath the sunlight, but I can see the slightly upward curl of his lips.

MC: You can understand how it feels? ...the feelings of a kitten?

Gavin: Some things can’t be shared with others. It feels unbearable even if a small part is shared.

He turns his head slightly, and a light breeze brushes his hair.

MC: Can’t be shared with others...

Gavin’s face surfaces in my mind. His smile, his gaze... I find myself holding Gavin’s hand.

MC: I think I can understand Fatty’s feelings too. I might even be more unreasonable than it.

I smile while saying this. Unexpectedly, Gavin suddenly stops in his footsteps. He grasps my hand firmly and pulls me into his arms.

Gavin: I won’t give you the chance to run away.

MC: Pfft.

His dead serious expression causes the corners of my lips to curl upwards. I purse my lips, reaching out to pinch his face with both of my hands.

MC: You’d better do that. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be as easy to find as Fatty.

Gavin: That won’t happen.

He brushes the back of my neck, making me lean against his chest.

Everything before me is pitch black. The only thing I can feel is Gavin’s unique scent mixed with a delicate fragrance of honey locust trees.

[Trivia] Symbolism of honey locust trees: beauty, endurance and protection.

Resolute heartbeats drift to my ears, reminiscent of an invisible vow.

Gavin: There’s limited space here. Since you’re in it, there’s no space for anyone else.

✧ Call: here

✧ Moments: here

[blairsanne]

Try Therapy - Part 2: Friends

For the Deano Bingo 2022 event!

(Part 1 here)

Prompts: Morning Routine + Barnaby Buchanan (again)

The Brokenwood Mysteries - Barnaby Buchanan & Reader 1668 words

Summary: You and Barnaby become friends when you help him with a problem.

CW: Vague references to ptsd, claustrophobia, etc. Mostly fluff.

As the time passed by, you had settled into a comfortable routine with Barnaby and Betty.

You’d arrive at the property just before Barnaby left for work in the morning, and he’d tell you what he’d done for Betty and anything he felt you should do for her in his absence. These updates were almost identical every day, but he was adamant about them (and relaying the weather forecast) and you found it endearing, somehow, that he felt it was so important to tell you, nearly daily, how to care for his ‘wife’.

Even if she was a horse.

You waved to him one sunny morning, leaning your bike against the house before meeting him at the fence beside where Betty was hanging out.

“Going to be a dry one,” Barnaby announced cheerily. “Bright and clear. Bit cold later.”

You matched his smile, swayed once again by the dimples partially hidden by his short beard. “Chur. Seems we’ve had good luck with the weather of late.”

He nodded, but held up the umbrella he took with him daily without fail. “Still, can never be too careful.”

“Mm, that’s true.”

He then launched - unprompted - into an account of everything he and Betty had gotten up to since you’d left the afternoon prior. You listened attentively, smiling as he described the pleasant stroll they’d taken in the late evening.

When he finished, he squeezed the fence post that he’d been leaning against, then raised his brows. “How was your evening?”

“Oh-” The question caught you off-guard, and you gaped for a beat as you thought of how to reply.

Barnaby had never actually shown an interest in your activities away from the property, so you hadn’t shared much of anything about yourself with him, save the odd remark here or there.

“It… was nice. Tried out a trail I hadn’t done before, then made some soup.” You shrugged.

“On your bike?” “Yeah. I like being outside. Weather permitting, of course.”

He seemed quite pleased with your answer, nodding. “That’s good then.” His eye twitch started up again when he turned away. “I-I should get to work.”

“Right. Have a great day at work.” “Ta.”

You subtly watched him make his way to his vehicle as you approached Betty to greet her.

He was an odd man anyway, but there was something a bit off about his interaction with you that morning that you couldn’t quite place at the time.

Not that it had been unpleasant. You smiled to yourself when he was out of sight, tickled by the idea that he’d taken an interest in you.

---

Barnaby smoothed out the pages of his journal methodically before picking up the pen he used for it.

The journal had been recommended by his therapist, and he had found it quite calming to make notations in it every day as he had his lunch.

He made note of the day’s weather, then made an entry outlining his conversation with you. His therapist had suggested that he try to make an effort to be more social with people he came in contact with; the working theory being that he would be ‘less lonely’, though Barnaby was still undecided if he even was lonely.

He nodded with satisfaction at his proof of yet another ‘successful’ social interaction, then flipped to a dog-eared page a few entries prior, where he’d made a table of all the people he tended to interact with. He found your name and gave you a tally mark in the ‘Pleasant’ column.

---

When Barnaby came back that afternoon, he gave you a friendly wave before disappearing inside to start making his supper.

You led Betty to the front paddock, then tidied up before heading over to where your bike was leaning against the side of the house. Before you could reach it, Barnaby burst out the door, hands held in front of him. He had his eyes screwed shut and was taking deep, rhythmic breaths.

“Barnaby?”

He opened his eyes to see you peering at him with a tilted head and worry painting your features.

“Is everything alright?”

He gestured as he spoke, blinking erratically. “There’s this- incessant dripping, and I c-can’t suss out where it’s coming from.”

You nodded slowly. Dennis had told you about this. “Shall I take a squizz?” “Oh, would you?” Barnaby looked at you with such a surprise and hope in that moment that you felt another pang in your chest.

You dear man. “Of course.” You turned toward the door, realizing that meant going inside his house; something you’d yet to do. “Er- whereabouts is it?”

He ushered you toward the door, then held it open for you to go in before him. “In the kitchen, but the roof was just done, and I can’t see any water.”

“Okay…” You took a deep breath and stepped through the threshold into the small house.

You were relieved to see the ceilings weren’t too low, and you continued on through the living room into the well-appointed kitchen. It was nicer than you expected, and you were distracted by taking in the sight of it until Barnaby stepped past you with his hands over his ears, looking distraught. “Do you hear it?”

“Um-” You shut your eyes and listened for a moment. Eventually you did hear a quiet droplet sound - just a single drop of water hitting a small pool.  “Yes, but, I don’t think it’s your roof…”

You walked past him and opened the cupboard beneath the sink, instantly revealing a puddle that had formed under the pipes there. “Looks like one of the joints is loose. You have any pliers?”

“What?” Barnaby stared at you in confusion, hands still over his ears.

“PLIERS?”

He nodded, scurrying into another room to fetch what you’d asked for.

You sighed and grabbed the tea towel from the oven door handle to start cleaning up the mess under the sink.

When he came back, he handed you the pliers, and you crouched down, half-inside the cupboard, to get the right angle.

You felt a flare of anxiety in the small space, and you tried to steady your breathing as you tested and tightened each joint.

Barnaby watched you carefully, hands slowly lowering as he realized that the drip had stopped. He read the tension in your facial features, unsure what it meant.

“Is it difficult?” he asked timidly. “No, no,” you were quick to assure him. “Just a bit cramped.” “It’s alright if you d-don’t w-want to-”

“It’s no trouble, Barnaby.” You tightened the last nut and shot up, handing him the pliers back. “Friends help each other.”

Friends? Barnaby stood there in silence for a beat, surprised that you - or anyone, really - would think of him as a friend.

You rubbed the back of your neck, still feeling tense from being in such a tiny nook. “Well, I should head out.”

“Of course.” Barnaby followed you back out.

He noted the way your shoulders eased the moment you got outside, and the breath you let out as you relaxed. Unsure what to make of it, he tilted his head.

“I appreciate it. Truly.” Normally in situations like that, he’d have to call Dennis and wait for him to get out to the property, assess the issue, and then often he had to call in a repair person, and that could take days.

You gestured dismissively, smiling at your relief of being outside. “Oh, it’s no worries.”

The sun had just dipped out of view, the sky fading to deeper blues above you, and you shivered at the drop in temperature. “There’s that cold weather you predicted,” you murmured, rubbing your arms instinctively.

“You sure you can’t stay for a cup of tea?” “Oh- No… Maybe another time, though? I should get home.”

Barnaby nodded, unsure what to make of your rejection of his offer. You seemed conflicted about it, which at the very least had spared his feelings. But would he count this in the ‘pleasant’ column in his journal?

He followed you instinctively as you approached your bike. He could see your skin peppering with goosebumps already in the cool air. “You going to be warm enough?”

You let out a small, self-deprecating laugh. “I should have brought a jacket, eh? I’ll just pedal really fast.”

“Nah, here-” He surprised you by pulling off his wool cardigan. The process pulled his collared shirt slightly out of his pants, giving you a glimpse of his stomach before he straightened himself out again.

He held it out to you. “Borrow this.” “No, you don’t have to-” “Please.” You took it from him sheepishly, trying not to look as tickled as you were by the gesture. “Well, alright.”

He watched with a grin as you slipped the cardigan on, somewhat amused at how the sleeves were too long for your arms. 

It was warm from his body heat and smelled like leather and a masculine scent you could only assume was body wash or aftershave; he didn’t seem the sort to wear cologne, though you could have been wrong about that. It immediately helped.

“Thank you, Barnaby.” “Of course.” He beamed, adjusting his glasses. Pleasant column. “Friends help each other, eh?” You felt the heat in your cheeks as you shrugged, smiling bashfully despite yourself. “Uh- yeah. I reckon.”

“Have a good night.” “Ta. You too.” “See you tomorrow.”

You hopped on your bike and headed out, glancing back toward him halfway down the driveway to see that he was still standing there, hands in his pockets, watching you ride away. He waved, and you nearly steered off the road waving back.

You could feel your heart beating faster than usual as you made your way home, and mentally scolded yourself for entertaining any moment of the embarrassing school-girl-like crush you had developed. This was the man who loved his wife so much that he believed she’d become a horse when she died. He was never going to see you that way.

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A/N: I've been busy, and then sick, so apologies for the delay in posting. I don't know that this was 'worth the wait' so to speak, but I'm having fun writing for Barnaby regardless.

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(Part 3 here.)

[hoe-doroki]

steel and lace

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, anal play, sex toys, voyeuristic fantasy, scratching, creampie

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 3.8k

summary: The only one who manages to get Bakugou’s birthday right is you.

a/n: This is my addition to the Bakugou Birthday Bash collab (masterlist). Many thanks to @lady-bakuhoe​ for helping me flesh out the ideas with this story!! You were integral to this idea, love! And additional thanks to @whats-her-quirk​ and @therealvalkyrie​ for beta reading <333

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

Bakugou never took work off on his birthday.

Never. Why would he? Villains didn’t give a shit that this was the day the old hag had unceremoniously had him evacuated into a hospital room however many years ago. They didn’t give a shit that his friends—who were also heroes who should be fucking working, by the way—wanna come over to his house and surprise him. As though his reconnaissance-trained ears weren’t as fucking fine tuned at hearing idiots on the other side of the door as theirs.

What villains should care about was that he was a year older, wiser, and fucking stronger, and he was going to kick all their asses. That was what he told all his idiot friends every year when they asked him if he was going to take off work.

Every year he regretted it.

The idiots he works with really must not care about hero work, because every year they want to send him out on a field post sugar crash from some store-bought cake with his name on it. Or buy him gifts that he’ll probably toss in the trash on the way home. He’s not being rude; he just doesn’t need junk that he never would have bought himself in the first place.

Everyone is always grinning at him, wishing him a happy birthday—as though he’s any goddamn happier to see their ugly mugs flapping their lips at him—and trying to start stupid-ass conversations. If he doesn’t like small talk normally, why would he want it on his birthday?

And the singing.

If people really wanted to wish him a happy birthday, they’d find a way to do it silently while doing some respectable fucking hero work. Make his day easier.

But no, none of that was what happened. So he should have just stayed home. Let the villains have a fucking field day on April 20th, and he could have his real gift killing them all tomorrow on the 21st.

But, unfortunately, he was a dumbass and had gone to work anyway, like he’d learned nothing from the last many years of antics. And the continued antics had got him a little pissy. And when he was pissed off, his heart rate increased, his breathing grew heavier, and, of course, he sweat.

Well. Guess what happened?

“Bakugou, I am currently paying to treat burns and fractures on three villains. Care to explain?”

Best Jeanist was sitting in his office chair, blinding sunlight streaming in behind him. Late afternoon sun—darker in color but way more resentful towards human eyes, apparently. It was reflecting off of all of the neighboring glass corporate buildings, making Bakugou squint behind his mask.

Bakugou shrugged, petulant as he stood behind his chair instead of sitting in it. “Overkill.”

Best Jeanist nodded. “Did you…lose control?”

“Tch,” Bakugou scoffed. As if he ever lost control. “Villains were weaker than I thought.”

Bakugou felt the stare of that one fucking eye and stood firm. He knew he was looking at a suspension, hopefully just for a day or two. It wasn’t like he’d done anything terrible. Villains got hurt sometimes, just like pros did, and they got their care and then they got their justice. It’s not like Bakugou was violent on purpose. Anymore. And Jeanist sure as hell knew that, so it wouldn’t take Bakugou off the field for more than a slap on the wrist. He probably wouldn’t even be technically suspended. Just chained by the fucking dick to his desk with some paperwork.

“Just…” Bakugou braced for it, narrowing his eyes but keeping his snarl to a minimum. “Just be more careful next time. Shower and go home—see you tomorrow.”

Bakugou’s jaw dropped. He closed it quickly, trying not to look like Dunce Face in front of his boss, but in all that was real and true what? He was just about to say something—he didn’t know what, probably something insubordinate—when Best Jeanist took out his own paperwork and waved him away.

“Happy birthday, Bakugou.”

Oh. So that was it.

Bakugou grit his teeth. Happy fucking birthday indeed.

It was nothing. His brain told him over and over again that it was fucking nothing. He hadn’t been punished, he hadn’t even really done anything wrong; he just hadn’t been squeaky clean up to fucking code. He could still show up for work tomorrow, business as usual. He should be tickled fucking pink.

But he wasn’t. Special treatment for being the birthday boy? What was he? Five years old and given a pass after stealing the chicken nuggets off Deku’s plate? Jesus Christ.

And if he was honest, he was mostly pissed at himself. Sure, he could blame how the weather always seemed to sprint from spring to summer around his birthday every year, strengthening his quirk. He could blame the villains for being weak enough that they had no business even stepping foot in his neighborhood. But losing control of his quirk even a little—and it had been a little—was fucking amateur and he’d have to pencil in some extra time at the gym. Maybe snatch Shitty Hair for some sparring, and, unfortunately, probably nab an extra therapy session and talk about this anger thing again.

At least walking instead of sitting on that stifling, crowded train car was doing him some good. Let him cool off a bit before he got home and you saw that something was wrong. He was nearly entirely relaxed by the time he got to his building’s lobby, even having the grace to nod at the concierge—who didn’t know it was his birthday, thank God—before heading up the elevator.

When he got off on his floor, it suddenly occurred to him that you might have done something truly repulsive, like inviting his friends over. He could imagine Shitty Hair’s shitty fucking hair sticking up from behind your sofa as he tried to hide before leaping up and yelling surprise.

Well, if that was the case, then the surprise was going to be him kicking all his dumb friends out of the apartment with one foot. Ain’t no way he was going to host a party on his birthday.

It turned out his worry was for nothing, though, because when he turned the knob—fully braced to punch out some teeth with his other hand—he was greeted with a totally bare apartment.

Like barren.

For starters, it was perfectly clean. Bakugou kept a tidy house normally, but this was certainly cleaner than he’d left it this morning. But more than that, there was nothing extra lying around. No stupid friends. No presents. No cake or even the smell of one. It was almost disconcerting.

No, it was a relief. A relief because he didn’t want any of that stuff. He’d had the slice of cake at work—and was slightly hangry now to show for it—and wasn’t interested in having another. And even though you’d choose better gifts than the extras at work would, it was nothing he couldn’t buy himself. So no, this was perfect. He was absolutely not disappointed. Maybe a bit confused. But not disappointed.

He took his shoes off and set his things on the small table by the door. Then he wandered into the kitchen, downed some water, and thought about what he might make for dinner. He might have expected that you and he would make dinner together or maybe even that you would have surprised him with something, but he didn’t mind doing it alone. It wasn’t like he’d learned to cook just to find a housewife someday to con into doing it all for him.

He decided to go to the bedroom first to plug in his phone. He was just sliding it out of his pocket when he opened the door, saw you, and stopped short.

You were on the bed—not in bed, but on it—wearing a black zip up with his signature orange x over the chest. You were on your knees with your legs spread wide, looking him dead in the eye with a deadly smirk on your face, painted in bright lipstick.

“New prototype. You like?”

The two of you had met when you were scouted from his parents’ business to design the clothing for his first merchandise line. He’d sworn off dating you from the beginning, because the last thing he wanted was to give the old hag anything to say about, firstly, her being at all responsible for finding  him a girlfriend or secondly, the fact that dating a fashion designer would mean he was dating his parents. He’d said fuck that to anyone who would listen.

But you’d gotten his brain from the beginning. Your designs were all sick from the sketch to mock up to the prototypes you always wore for him. Maybe he was a simple man for falling for a girl dressed in his colors, aiming to please him, but fuck it. You were talented, too smart for your own good, and pretty as hell.

So what? Now he had a dream girlfriend and one more reason to fight with his mom. Net positive for sure.

Still, that jacket wasn’t a prototype. That was from his first official line, no doubt, and he’d seen you wear it hundreds of times. He knew from here how much it would smell like detergent and how much like you.

You caught his eyes, raised your brows once, and then pulled the zip on the sweatshirt.

Underneath was nothing but lace and ribbon, contrasting the black and orange of the sweatshirt with moss green outlining your silhouette. The moss green from his gauntlets and his belt was caged around you in the thinnest strips of fabric, scraps of floral barely covering your breasts and pussy. The lingerie was an all-in-one, with the tiny bra connected to the panties by a few ribbons crossing over your belly. Not hiding a damn thing, but showing it off for all its worth.

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned when the sweatshirt hit the bed, your arms still in the sleeves, but the look underneath now fully revealed to him. He could feel the blood going to his dick, just seeing you on display like that getting him up to half mast in seconds.

“Not a lot of coverage on this version,” you mused, sticking your thumb under a bra strap. “Maybe an edit for the second try?”

Bakugou growled, taking a step forward, but you weren’t done just yet.

“I was also thinking maybe full panties next time,” you said, turning around, sitting on your heels. The sweatshirt hung just below your ass, framing round cheeks that were caged by thin elastic crosses, and that was it. Not so much as a triangle of fabric to speak of. “Maybe write: Property of Dynamight on them? Or is that too much text?”

That was all it took for Bakugou to pounce. One arc of his fist had his shirt thrown with a smack to the floor and then his hands were on your shoulders, spinning you face up as he pushed you flat on the bed.

“You know I don’t like unnecessary words,” he growled.

And then he was kissing you, a hand running up the falke stockings pinned on your thighs as you pulled your arms out of the sweatshirt. One leg came up automatically to wrap around his hip, and Bakugou began rutting against your center, fully hard already. On his second grinding thrust, his pants snagged on the scrap of lace you were wearing. Wetness was already glistening on his trousers and he moved his thumb down to your core, groaning at what he felt.

“Crotchless panties?” he mumbled against your mouth. “You’re making this too easy, sweetheart.”

“Shouldn’t have to work so hard on your birthday,” you mewled.

There was a rumble in Bakugou’s throat, half scoff, half chuckle. “Yeah, remind me of that next year, will you?”

You were soaked already—the swipe of his thumb told you that much. Either you’d gotten really excited when he’d texted you that he was coming home early, or you’d…gotten yourself excited at some point after. Either way, it meant that foreplay could wait for round two.

He pulled his thumb away from your core and pressed it against your lip, smudging what lipstick had survived the kisses down your chin. You were half ruined already. You stuck your tongue out and licked at essence on his thumb before sucking it into your mouth, eyes wide as you looked up at him. Fuck, he could feel himself straining against his pants, grinding circles against your half-bare cunt for a spot of relief.

After you licked him clean, he took his hand back, leaving your mouth open and wanting as he began to fuss with the front of his pants. He caught your smudged lips again, holding your jaw with one hand as he pushed his pants down with the other. He pulled his lower half away from you, kicking off the pants—hadn’t bothered with boxers for the commute home—and let them slide off the edge of the bed.

“Ready?” he asked.

Your smile was big and you bit the tip of your tongue, nodding your head twice. That was all he needed. He grabbed his cock in his fist and slid it through your wetness just once, and then he pushed himself in.

Immediately, he felt the drag of something hard and angled against your lower wall right along his cock, pressing from tip to base as he slid home inside of you.

“Woah,” he groaned. “What the fuck?”

You giggled, the action making your walls flutter against him.

“Got myself a new toy,” you said coyly, wrapping your legs around his hips. “Promise you can get yourself something pretty on my birthday too.”

Bakugou reach a hand around your thigh, feeling the elastic garter pulled taut against the stockings that were rubbing so deliciously against his back and his hips. He grabbed a handful of your ass, and the tips of his fingers felt a rounded edge of warm metal slid just between your ass cheeks.

“You fucking naughty minx.” Bakugou grinned, showing all his teeth, rearing back out of you before thrusting back in, feeling the novel pressure of the toy on the way out and back.

No wonder you had been so wet to begin with. You must have lubed yourself up before putting in that butt plug—which wasn’t small, from what he could feel of it. He could imagine you, one leg up on the sink, ass sticking out as you fingered yourself, mouth dropping open when you inserted the toy. How cold it would have been when it first touched your pert little hole and how you’d gotten it all warm for him as you waited with your little secret for him to get home.

“It’s curved to hit prostates,” you gasped as Bakugou rocked hard, steady thrusts into you. “In case you’re interested.”

The thought, much to Bakugou’s surprise, sent a thrill right through his belly down to his dick. He couldn’t help but slam rapidly into you, making your eyes roll back. Fuck, was that something he wanted? It wasn’t something he’d ever thought about, and he didn’t have the mind right now to ponder it.

“God you feel so big.”

“You feel so tight, sweetheart,” Bakugou grunted, refusing to acknowledge the fresh heat that was on his cheeks after your previous comment. “Squeezing me from all sides.”

The butt plug left it so there was barely enough room in your pussy for his cock to pump in and out. The pressure was hard on one side, making him fucking twitch every time the head of his cock caught against it, leading him to opt for long, deep thrusts in and out of you. It was so good that he didn’t even care if the only present he got for his birthday was a little hunk of stainless steel halfway up your ass. He’d gotten home five minutes ago and already he could feel his balls tightening, threatening to bust a nut.

“Just think of it, Katsuki,” you said, your voice dreamy as he fucked you raw. “All the women wearing this set, thinking of you when they show it off for their partners. All wishing that you were the one fucking them. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? But they’ll never have anything but their husband’s sad cock that they pretend is yours.”

“Fuck,” Bakugou growled, putting a hand on the headboard and nearly splintering it in his grip. You were riling him up and it made him want to press his palm flat against the burnished oak and let off his quirk, send shards flying. His hand was already drenched with more sweat than it should have been, just like with those villains earlier. Goddamn this time of year. He couldn’t help it; his quirk begged for it. He was in dire need of release of some kind, and it wasn’t like he could cum yet. He had to know how your pussy felt when it convulsed around him, ass cheeks tensing and squeezing that toy hard against his cock until he was spurting into you.

Bakugou let off a few crackling pops from his palm, moaning as relief filled him, the tension lessened for a moment. A faint smell of wood smoke spread through the room, slightly embittered by the resin blackening around his hand. One more scorch mark on the bed frame. You groaned underneath him, taken by the sight of Bakugou’s ever-tight control slipping for you. You knew he’d fuck you through the bed until the rest of the frame gave way if he wanted. You’d both be flat on a busted mattress and he’d keep going until he felt you clench around him.

“How’s that sound, Katsu?” you continued, your voice growing higher as Bakugou took his hand off the headboard and pressed four fingers, still sweaty and heated from his quirk, against the lace covering your clit. It was soaked through. “A-Ah, you’d like the idea of a woman home alone, dressed up just for you, fucking herself on the dildo she hides in the back of your closet, screaming out your name and hoping to God that her neighbors don’t hear?”

Bakugou couldn’t do the long, slow thrusts anymore. Your legs had grown tighter around his waist, your calves soft and silken against his ass as he kept his thrusts deep. The butt plug was rubbing against the base of his cock as he pounded into you, his fingers swiping over your clit with little finesse, but speed and steady pressure making up for it.

“But no matter…” you continued, the words coming out in little huffs as you panted with your head thrown back. Bakugou couldn’t resist leaning down and licking a line up the length of your neck, biting your earlobe when he got to the top, “no dildo, no matter how expensive, no matter how long and fat, will be good enough. The whole time…they’ll know they’re missing out. Oh, fuck.”

All of a sudden, your thighs were squeezing tight against his hip bones, arms thrown over his back and finger scratching hot lines that would mark him even more as yours tomorrow. Then you were gasping, walls squeezing and Bakugou fought against your grip to pull out just enough so that the metal toy was rubbing just over the cleft of his head with every convulsion.

He didn’t stand a chance. There was hardly any warning before he was cumming into you, streaks of his seed dribbling out of you. He couldn’t even pump himself through it; you were gripping him so tightly and, more than that, he didn’t want to move. Everything was white hot, so he just waited it out, barely moving save for where his hand was still rubbing over your clit.

Eventually you stopped him, grabbing his wrist just as the grip of your cunt loosened around him. Then you brought his hand, glistening with moisture, up to your mouth, and broadly laved your tongue from the base of his fingers to the tips, looking him dead in the eye. You then brought his hand down to your neck, and allowed him to streak the combined fluids across and down your décolletage.

Fuck—there was no way he was going to work on his birthday next year. He’d let villains overtake the city first.

“They’ll know they’re missing out,” you breathed, and it took Bakugou a second to figure out that you were continuing your voyeuristic fantasy from before, playing it out to the end, “They might even think they understand. But the only one who will truly know, is me.”

You smiled, your eyes and grin both heavy, sleepy, sated.

“Got that fucking right,” Bakugou said, pulling out of you, his cum already dripping down your ass. He eyed it, only catching a glimpse of the glinting metal plug before your legs fell to the bed, spread and limp. He smacked your hip lightly with one hand. “Roll over.”

In no mood to argue, you flipped willingly, ass up, plug still hidden from view. The lingerie was damp in some spots from where your wetness had spilled from your pussy. He leaned his mouth towards one of the strips of elastic stretching against the swell of your ass and bit. You gasped, back arching, and Katsuki smirked as he pulled away.

“A fucking lingerie line?”

A chuckle escaped your throat. “It was supposed to be a joke, but now…”

Katsuki pinched the elastic with his fingers and snapped it, watching the slight jiggle of your cheeks as you jolted. “No.”

“But Katsuki,” you whined.

“Mm,” he amended, as close to ‘maybe’ as you were going to get. You both could always talk about the idea—truly ridiculous idea—later. Katsuki put a hand on one cheek under the strips of lingerie and spread it.

There was the plug, a stainless steel handle. It was thin and shaped like an oblong donut, not like one of those cheap bejeweled things. This one, even just what he could see of it, screamed quality, and, for a moment, Bakugou wondered again what it would be like to wear. If you’d gotten it in, he sure as fuck could. And he did hold a certain anatomical advantage in using it.

He put his thumb and forefinger to the phalange and gave the toy a twist, pressing it just slightly deeper into your hole. You groaned, your voice low and deep in the pillow like when he gave you a back massage. He smirked and kept at it. Seemed this was a birthday gift for him after all.

“Katsu, don’t tease,” you moaned. “Sensitive.”

Bakugou, however, had no mercy. He flipped you over again, pulling a little yelp from you, and then picked you up bridal style, carrying you off the bed.

“Where are we going?” you asked, your voice suddenly much more awake.

“Shower,” he answered simply. He squeezed the meat of your upper thigh. Not quite your ass but close enough for the point to be made. “I’m not done with my present yet.”

[hyogonokitsune]

blush -- suna rintarou x reader

here’s some soft suna smut, go fetch!

edit: here’s pt 2 and pt 3

virginity loss, slight praise kink, oral (f receiving), whoops! rintarou has feelings

4700 words

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You were not quite sure how you all ended up on this topic, but it didn’t surprise you one bit that Atsumu was the one to bring it up.

“So how old were ya when ya lost it?” he asked with a grin on his face.

Suna glanced up at the sky as he thought about his answer. “Fourteen, I guess.”  

“Ugh, man! You beat me!” Atsumu groaned in annoyance. “I was fifteen.” It was slight, but you caught Suna giving him a self-satisfied smirk. Atsumu turned to his brother next. “What about you, ‘Samu? I don’t think I ever asked.”

“Pfft, like hell I’d ever tell you,” was the only response he gave.

The four of you were walking through Inarizaki’s dark campus together after the team’s evening practice. It was early autumn, and although the days were still warm, the temperature at night was beginning to dip lower and lower. You shivered as a crisp breeze blew past, digging your hands further into your jacket pockets.

“What about you, y/n?” Atsumu asked, peering down at you. “How old were ya?”

You had hoped he’d forgotten about you, but now that he had directly asked you could feel your cheeks reddening slightly. “I, uh, I haven’t done it yet,” you answered sheepishly.

“What, seriously?! You’re a virgin?” Atsumu’s eyes widened in surprise, but they quickly squinched shut when Osamu smacked him on the back of the head.

“Yell it a bit louder, why don’t ya? I don’t think everyone on campus heard you, dumbass.”

“Ouch, sorry,” Atsumu muttered in apology, but your blush had already deepened. “I’m just a little shocked to learn that our precious manager is a virgin.”

“It’s not really that big of a deal, honestly,” Suna said, his voice low. It was a little unusual to hear him defend anyone, but you were grateful for it all the same.

“Ya know, y/n, if ya ever wanna lose your virginity, I’d be happy to help out,” Atsumu said, giving you a salacious smirk. You rolled your eyes at his offer, a small laugh escaping from your lips as you flicked him on the side of his head.

The path split then, and Suna turned left to continue on by himself to the campus dorms. He waved goodnight to the three of you, and you noticed that his eyes lingered on you for half a second too long before he turned away.

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 Click, click, click

Your thumb pressed repeatedly on the end of your pen as you stared hard at the words in front of you.

“Hey, knock it off.” You looked up at the sound of Suna’s voice, his irritation plain on his face. “It’s annoying.”

The two of you were sitting on the floor of his room, Suna propped up against his bed and you leaning against the opposite wall. Loose sheets of paper and an open textbook were on the floor between you as you both studied for an exam the next day.

“Sorry, I didn’t even realize I was doing it,” you muttered, turning your attention back to Suna’s notebook on your lap. You were reading through it, checking that there wasn’t anything he had written down that you had missed in class. In truth, you were finding it hard to concentrate on the notes, as something else was nagging at your thoughts. You hadn’t been able to shake the conversation you’d had the other night, and despite Atsumu’s suggestion, he wasn’t the one you had been thinking about since then.

You had heard rumors around campus, and stories from some of the girls in your classes. At first it had made you a little uncomfortable to know such personal details about someone you had to see every day, especially since he wasn’t aware that you knew, but over time you gradually got used to it, and you were beginning to wonder about what it might be like to experience that firsthand. You were sure that it wouldn’t get out. After all, those rumors that you had heard had come from the girls themselves, never him; if you didn’t tell anyone, no one would ever have to know about it. Besides, after two and a half years spent on the same team, you two had grown rather close. There were few people that you could trust more than him, and, in your opinion at least, that was the most important factor influencing your decision.

You just had to think of a way to tell him.

Suna’s low voice cut through the silence in the room. “Maaan, I’m beat. What time is it?” he asked, stretching his arms over his head.

You glanced at your watch, sighing a bit when you saw how late it was. “Half past ten.”

“Fuck.” He rubbed at his eyes. “I think we’ve crammed as much as we possibly can for tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you replied as you stood up. The two of you started tidying up his room, and you gathered your books and pens into your bag.

“You want me to walk you to the bus stop?”

“No, I’ll be alright.”

“’Kay.”

You had your hand on the doorknob, ready to leave, but you found yourself unable to turn it.

“Suna?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, and when he turned to look at you, you felt an unexpected surge of confidence well up inside. If you didn’t tell him now, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to.

Dropping your hand from the doorknob, you angled your shoulders to face him head on, willing yourself to look him in the eye. “I want you to take my virginity.”

There was a slight widening of his eyes, almost imperceptible, but you caught it before his face fell back into its usual indifferent mask. There was a moment or two of silence, and you tried to keep yourself from panicking; maybe he was just trying to gauge how serious you were.

Eventually he spoke, the corner of his lip quirking up into a cheeky grin. “You sure you don’t want Atsumu to be the one?”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling. “I think I’d rather die, if I’m being honest.”

Suna laughed then, short but genuine, and you felt the tension ease from your shoulders. “I’ll do it, if that’s really what you want.”

You gave him a quick nod, hand reaching towards the door again.

“Come back here tomorrow.”

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 You knocked twice on Suna’s door and it opened almost immediately. He must have just recently gotten out of the shower because his hair was still damp, a droplet of water clinging to a lock of hair next to his cheek as he stared down at you.

“I was half-expecting you not to show up,” he said, a slight smile on his lips.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked as you squeezed past him to step into the room; he offered no response.

You dropped your bag and blazer onto his desk chair, and when you turned around Suna had moved into the center of the room, within arm’s reach.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” There was an uncharacteristic note of concern in his voice that made your heart melt.

You gave a slight nod, a small smile on your face. “I’m sure.”

Those two words were all he needed.

Suna closed the gap between you in one step. His left hand came to rest on your waist, his right moving up to cup your cheek as he leaned down to place his lips on yours. His kiss was unexpectedly soft, and you couldn’t stop a tiny gasp from escaping you in surprise. This wasn’t a Suna that you were familiar with; this was a Suna that was unbelievably tender with his touch, but you could feel a more passionate side simmering just beneath the surface by the way that his fingers ever so slowly applied pressure to your waist.

Unconsciously, your hands moved first to his shoulders, then to the back of his head, where your fingers buried themselves in his damp hair. Your touch encouraged him to draw you in closer, his arm snaking around your waist to press you against his body. His kisses were becoming firmer now, deeper, more urgent, his tongue slipping past your lips to brush against yours.

A feeling of warmth was in your chest now, spreading down throughout your body, and with it came a sudden feeling of uncertainty. Suna broke away from you and stepped back to sit on the edge of his bed, and the sight of him there suddenly stole away all the confidence you had felt earlier.

“Come here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The sound of it made your legs feel weak, but you forced yourself to step towards him. His hands moved to your hips, intending to pull you closer, but you put your palms on his shoulders to brace yourself.

“Wait a minute,” you said, a little breathless.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” Your voice trailed off and you swallowed hard. “I’m just a little nervous.”

You were embarrassed to admit it, but to your surprise Suna smiled, and the gentleness on his face was reassuring. “Yeah, I think it’s normal to be a little nervous.” One of his hands left your hip to move to your elbow. His fingers dragged lightly down your forearm and wrapped around your wrist, so that he could lift your hand and press it against his chest. “I’m a little nervous, too.” You could feel his heart against your palm, beating a little faster and harder than normal. The proof of his own anxiety made all of your apprehensions disappear, and you leaned down to kiss him. Before he could deepen it, you broke away again.

“Suna?”

“Hmm?”

“Could we turn the light off?”

“Of course,” he grinned, leaning over to switch off the lamp on his bedside table.

The room became dark, but the sun had only recently dipped below the horizon and your eyes quickly adjusted to the cold blue light coming in through the window. Suna’s body was outlined against the bed, his features hazy in the dim lighting, but his eyes were clear as he gazed up at you, imploring you to come closer.

He guided you down onto his lap, one of his hands on each of your thighs to place them at his sides. His kisses were needier now, almost hungry in the way that his mouth moved against yours. His hands slid up to rest on your hips once more, and when he slowly tugged them closer, dragging you over his hardening cock, you couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up from your chest. You could feel him grinning against your lips, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, not when the feeling of his body under your hands was causing that heat to grow in your core.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Suna asked, his voice breathy and low. A blush crept up your face at his words, the tone of them so much more intimate than anything you’d heard before. You grinded against him again, causing him to moan lightly into your mouth.

Your hands slid down to press against his chest, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt. He paused kissing you just long enough to take his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor before grabbing your waist and drawing you in even closer. Tentatively, you brought your hands back to his chest. The heat of his skin, the pounding of his heart, his heavy breaths emboldened you, prompting you to explore more of his body. Your fingers traveled lightly over his chest, across his collarbones, onto his shoulders, across the back of his neck, down to his shoulder blades; every place you touched gave way to growing desire.

Suna’s hands wandered up your stomach and over your breasts to undo the buttons of your blouse, but he couldn’t undo them fast enough for you; you suddenly couldn’t stand another moment with the fabric between you, you needed to feel your skin pressed up against his now. Your fingers moved to the bottom of your blouse and quickly worked their way upwards, meeting his in the middle before tearing the shirt from your body.

His eyes roamed over you and he whispered something that you couldn’t quite hear. Before you could say anything, his head moved to your neck, pressing hot kisses into your skin, down the column of your throat and over your collarbones. The top of his head tickled under your chin, making you giggle; his lips left your shoulder with a wet sound as he turned his face up to look at you, but you dug your nails into his arms and whimpered at the loss of his touch.

“Please don’t stop,” you breathed.

Suna gripped you tightly around your waist to lift you off of him and shift you so you were lying down on the bed, his body leaning over you. Pulling one of your legs up so that he could position himself between them, he resumed kissing your neck, his warm breath tickling your ear. His hands worked their way down your sides, a trail of goosebumps left in their wake, to come to rest at the waistband of your skirt. He lifted his head to kiss you on the lips briefly before carefully tugging your skirt down over your hips and off your legs. His eyes lingered on your purple lace panties, moved up to your matching bra, and finally to meet your own gaze.

“These are cute,” he said with a smirk, one finger lifting up the band of your panties and letting it snap against your skin.

“Shut up,” you groaned, covering your blushing face with your arm.

“Did you match these just for me?” he teased.

“I said shut up, Rintarou!”

You heard a sharp intake of breath, and lowered your arm to see that the look on his face had shifted into completely unconstrained desire. He kissed you then, tongue forcing its way into your mouth, greedily swallowing your moans. You could feel yourself getting wetter as he pressed his cock in-between your legs; the sensation was becoming almost too much to bear.

Suna pulled away suddenly, and a thin strand of saliva briefly connected your mouths, glinting in the low light. “Hey, do you want me to wear a condom?” he asked, rubbing his thumb slowly over your bottom lip.

“Oh!” You were lying in his bed half naked, and his tongue had just been in your mouth, but for some reason that question made you feel shy all of a sudden. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’m, uh… I’m on the pill,” you told him, feeling your cheeks heat up again. He only nodded once before leaning in to kiss you again.

One of his hands slowly slid up your side to your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. When he broke the kiss to move his lips to your neck, you leaned forward slightly to unhook your bra, tossing it on the floor with the rest of your clothes. Suna sucked in a breath at the sight of you, gazing at you almost reverently before placing his lips back on your throat, letting his hand blindly fondle your breast. Moving slowly, he made his way down your throat and over your collarbones, planting sloppy kisses every few inches, until his tongue was swirling small circles around your nipple, feeling it grow harder at his touch. At the same time, his other hand was pressing into your hip, fingers digging insistently into the soft flesh. That hand now started moving down over the outside of your thigh, pausing almost at the knee before running back up along the inside.

You gasped when he touched your clothed pussy for the first time, his fingers brushing against your clit through the fabric. You would have felt embarrassed at the wetness you felt seeping through your panties, but the feeling of having him touch you in so many places was too good for you to care. He was rubbing circles around your clit, causing a knot to form deep in your stomach. You reached with both hands into his hair, gripping the back of his head tightly as a pitiful whimper escaped you.

“Oh, Rintarou…”

“What is it, baby?” He leaned forward to plant a kiss on your cheek, his hand still working slowly between your legs. “What do you need?”

Another pitiful sound left your mouth and your nails dug into his shoulders. He sat up straight, his free hand coming to rest on your leg as his other continued to draw soft moans out of you.

A new feeling had settled in your chest, a need that you had never experienced before. It wasn’t enough to have him simply touch you; you needed to feel him inside of you.

“Rin, please,” you practically begged him, reaching towards the waistband of his sweatpants.

He gently pushed your hands away, a low chuckle rising in his throat. “You’re not ready yet, baby,” he told you in a soft voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Groaning, you fell back into the pillow, your breath coming out harder as he started kissing the inside of your thigh, slowly, painfully slowly, moving closer to where the heat was pooling between your legs. Both of his hands now hooked under your thighs to rest on top of your hip bones, pinning you in place. He kept his eyes on your face as his tongue ran almost lazily over your panties.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, and you could hear the smile in his voice. He was still licking you agonizingly slowly, relishing the way you squirmed around him. “Do you want me to taste you, baby?”

“Mm hmm,” you answered, a little too quickly in your eagerness to have him touch more of you. He moved one of his hands to hook a finger under your panties, pulling them to the side to reveal your glistening pussy.

His mouth was on your bare clit now, and the sensation was overwhelming. It was different from all the times you had pleasured yourself; this was warm and wet and achingly soft, and it was causing the coil in your stomach to rapidly tighten. He hummed lightly, the vibrations running over your clit and causing you to practically scream. When he lifted his face away from you, you nearly cried. He slid your panties down your legs and tossed them on the floor, leaving you completely bare before him.

Suna leaned back down, tongue running up and down your folds, swirling around your clit, kissing all over your pussy. Every single contact made your back arch, made your hands grip the sheets a little more tightly. He traced a finger along the edge of your pussy, gathering up the wetness before slowly pressing it into you. You clenched around him as his finger curled up to press into the soft spot within you, the spot that made your breath catch in your throat. You opened your eyes to look down at him; his mouth and finger were still at work on your pussy, but his gaze was trained on your face, sage-colored eyes glinting in the dark.

The coil in your stomach finally snapped, your orgasm falling over you in waves of intense pleasure. Your toes curled, legs tensed up around his head, hands reached down to wind into his soft hair.

“Rin-Rintarou!”

Suna kept his face pressed into your pussy, sucking gently on your clit as you came around his finger. The overstimulation was becoming too much, and your breath was coming out in labored sobs.

“Rin, p-please, stop!”

Immediately, he pulled away, crawling over your body to kiss you hard on the mouth. “I like the way you taste, cutie,” he sighed into your ear, nuzzling at your neck. “And I love the way you moan for me.”

You were panting, still coming down from your high. Suna’s hand came up to caress your face, thumb rubbing gently over your cheekbones. He waited for your breathing to even out before sitting up to remove his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his cock looked; you had no reference point, but you were pretty sure he was above average.

He lazily stroked his cock with one hand as he shifted your legs with the other, positioning himself close to your entrance. He dragged the head over your pussy, coating it with the wetness there.

Suna was looking straight at you again. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice breathless.

“Yes,” you told him. He leaned down to plant one more kiss on your lips, before slowly pressing his cock into you.

All the time he spent pleasuring you already ensured that you were relaxed enough to take him, but even so, he went slow. He sank in a few inches before pausing, allowing you to adjust to his size as he peppered your face with kisses, before giving you some more. It took a full minute before he completely joined his hips to yours, a soft groan escaping his lips.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, his voice impossibly soft.

“Yeah.” You gave him a small smile, hands running up the backs of his arms to rest on his shoulder blades. It felt so incredibly good to finally have him inside you, to fill you up completely. There had been a slight pressure when he first entered you, but that was subsiding now, and you could fully enjoy the way his cock stretched you out.

Suna pulled his hips away from you, his cock dragging slowly along your sensitive walls. The loss of him drew a soft whimper out of you, turning into a moan when he pushed back in. His pace was unhurried at first, but with each breathy sigh you made he increased his speed, pulling out a little further each time.

“Rin, oh, oh…”

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned, lips capturing yours in a wet kiss. “You feel so good, baby.”

He bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make your spine arch, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly to let him know that you wanted more.

“Rin, I-I… oh god-”

He straightened back up so he could look into your face, his thumb and forefinger continuing to play with your nipple. “Does that feel good?” he asked in a low voice. You nodded, eyes squeezed tight against the pleasure, and another soft whimper left your throat. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby,” he murmured; you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten at his praise. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, please, please…”

He quickened his pace even more, hips snapping into yours hard enough now to apply deliciously pleasant friction to your clit. You couldn’t have stopped the sounds leaving your mouth even if you wanted to; every thrust of his cock made you come undone a little more. The pleasure radiated throughout your entire body, making you feel slightly lightheaded.

Suna placed both hands on the backs of your knees and lifted them, pressing your legs towards your chest. The new angle of your hips allowed his cock to press into that spot inside you that made your breath burn in your lungs. The feeling was unbelievable; you had never felt pleasure like this before.

Your eyes snapped open. Suna was staring down, watching his cock sink repeatedly into your dripping wet pussy. When your hand gave his shoulder a small squeeze he looked up, eyes locking with yours. His face was etched with determination, all of his efforts going towards making you feel good. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his eyes contained something that you couldn’t quite place.

“Are you gonna cum for me, princess?” His voice was husky, gaze burning with desire.

“Yes, Rin, please don’t stop,” you breathed out between gasps.

He kept his pace consistent, hitting that sweet spot over and over and over again. Your nails were digging into his back, leaving tiny crescent-shaped indentations in his skin. The knot in your stomach was tightening, tightening, tightening—

“Rintarou!” you cried out as the second orgasm overtook you, breath catching in your chest. Your legs trembled under Suna’s hands as he kept fucking you through it, groaning as your pussy clenched around him.

He could feel himself getting closer. He slowed his pace, leaning over to press hard kisses into your neck as you came down from your high. When your breathing started to even out, his lips moved up over your jaw and to your mouth. You kissed him greedily, hands moving to entwine themselves in his hair.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked, voice slightly hoarse. He was still moving against you, cock pumping slowly in and out of your pussy.

“Ah… oh,” was all you could manage to squeak out.

“Hmm?” He nuzzled his nose against your neck, warm breath tickling your skin. “Where, baby?”

“Inside… I want you to cum inside me,” you whispered.

With a groan, Suna started thrusting into you harder again. The wetness between your legs was audible with each stroke of his cock, and the sound of it only made him come closer to the edge. The sensation against your clit was pushing you into overstimulation, tears springing up in the corners of your eyes from the sheer pleasure. You reached down with one hand to grasp at his thigh, nails digging into the muscles working to join him to you, desperately trying to pull him closer, closer.

“God, I’m so close…” he murmured, face held so near to yours that your noses bumped each time he pounded into you.

“Oh, you feel so good,” you moaned.

“Can you say my name, baby?” His voice was hardly above a whisper.

“Rin,” you sighed, and his hips snapped into you almost urgently. “Please cum, Rin, I want you to cum for me…”

He buried his face in your neck, groaning deeply as he came. “Fuck.” You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, hot cum spurting deep into your pussy.

He was still for a moment, breathing hard against your skin, before slowly pulling out and rolling over to lie beside you. You felt some of his cum drip out of you, blushing at the sensation. The two of you were silent for a while, your panting breaths the only sounds in the room.

“How was that?” Suna asked eventually, turning onto his side to face you. You suddenly found yourself unable to look at him, pressing your face instead into the crook of his neck and humming contentedly. He chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?” he asked, an uncharacteristic note of concern in his voice.

“Not at all,” you told him. “I liked it.”

You fell silent again. With your body pressed up against his, you could feel the beat of his heart, slowly steadying from its rapid pace. His skin was so warm, and you didn’t even mind the slight sheen of sweat covering both your bodies. You took a breath, inhaling his scent; you couldn’t describe what he smelled like, you just knew that he smelled good.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you must have been lying there for at least a quarter hour. You lifted your head to look at him and saw that his eyes were closed. Did he fall asleep?

“Rin?” you asked tentatively.

“Hmm?” His response was a low rumble in his chest; you could feel the vibrations against your palm. His eyes were still closed.

“Why were you nervous before?” You wriggled in his arms a bit, trying to get a better view of his face. “I mean, it wasn’t your first time.”

He opened his eyes, only to glance at you briefly before turning his head to look up at the ceiling. “It was my first time with you,” he mumbled, so soft you almost didn’t catch it.

With your hand still on his chest you could feel when his heart started beating faster. Peering at his face in the dark, you could have sworn you saw Suna Rintarou blush.

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➣ masterlist

[kung-laos-hat]

Infatuation

Liu Kang x Fem!Reader

This is my first fic on here :) not proof read yet‼️

Summary: Reader was an orphan Raiden found and raised in the temple. Despite being close in ages, Kung Lao and Liu were forbidden from really interacting with her because Raiden feared they’d become a distraction to each other. One night Liu Kang catches her sneaking around the temple, and doesn’t hesitate to seize the opportunity to talk to her

It was no secret that out of all the students Master Raiden took on, (Y/n) was by far one of his favorites. Although he would never dare to outright say it, the proof of this matter became pretty evident in their day to day life. (Y/n) was always the pupil standing behind him or to the side whenever another god payed the temple a visit, she was always given the most formidable missions and tasks, and to top it all off, she trained one-on-one with the Master himself and forbid most of the monks from interacting with her.

Now, Raiden could have placed this rule down for several reasons, but the most prominent one seemed to be because (Y/n) was the only female amongst his students, and so he mandated this in order to protect her well being. After all, who knew what evil might lurk in the hearts of these young men, Raiden thought. As one of his best pupils, (Y/n) couldn’t afford any distractions, nor could the others such as Liu Kang or Kung Lao.

Aside from that, Raiden had raised (Y/n) since she was a child, and as much as he hated to admit, he’d grown rather fond of her as not only a student, but as a daughter. So why wouldn’t he want to ensure no monk came to mettle in her business?

___

Raiden’s rule came with strict precautions and schedules to ensure (Y/n) would never really have to interact with the young men. I say young, because at the end of the day, (Y/n) needed someone to spar with, and Raiden couldn’t always be the one to fight her, so he permitted one of the trustworthy older monks to train with her under supervision every once and a while. Other than that, (Y/n)’s social interactions were limited to the household workers, such as the nurses.

This didn’t mean (Y/n) was oblivious to the existence of the monks around her age or younger. As the years carried on, and (Y/n) blossomed into a young woman, Raiden thought it was suitable to have her assist the children in their training. Her presence, he found, had a calming effect on the children and they quickly took a liking to her. However, this new position allowed her to see the monks around her age in passing or on the other side of the training grounds.

Still, none of them ever spoke to her outside of the casual greetings, thank you’s, and goodbyes.

___

“Do you want spar again later on today?” Liu Kang asked as he took a seat on the ground next to Kung Lao and grabbing his water.

Kung Lao ushered for him to pass the water to him. “Mmm,” He hummed thoughtfully, “We could try, but I think Master Raiden is having the younger monks use the training grounds while he’s out.”

Liu handed him the water and ran a sweaty hand through his hair. “If he’s out, then who’s leading them?”

Kung Lao took a generous sip from the bottle and placed it on the ground. “(Y/n)(L/n) is.” He answered, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“(Y/n)?” Liu furrowed his brows together in confusion. “She’s been here just as long as I have, yet I don’t believe I’ve ever held an actual conversation with her.”

Kung Lao huffed, “Good. Master would have your head if you did.”

Liu gave him a puzzled look.

“Elder god’s rule!” Kung Lao cheered with false enthusiasm, “None of us are allowed to bother her. But as you can see, she’s been placed in charge of the children, so who knows? It doesn’t seem reasonable to me, really.”

“Huh.” Liu mused. I suppose he’d gotten so accustomed to his schedule that he didn’t even notice how little he interacted with the girl. Hell, he’d completely forgotten about that dumb rule.

“She’s an interesting girl, that’s for sure,” Kung Lao continued.

Just as he said that, the door in the hallway connected to their training court opened and the girl in question emerged, making her way down the hallway.

“Speak of the devil, there she is,” Kung Lao laughed.

(Y/n) turned her head at the sound of his voice and offered them both a smile and a wave as she passed by.

Kung Lao waved back enthusiastically. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” He whispered to Liu, but Liu was too captivated to respond.

His jaw loosened and all he could do was stare at her and only her, as if he was a camera in portrait mode. The wold around her seemed to blur and the light of the sun reflecting off of her skin and clothes made it seem like she was glowing. Liu Kang took in as much detail as he could; the tilt of her head, how her hair framed her face, the curve of her smile, everything. It all seemed magnificent and surreal.

He’d seen her before, surely, but somehow in that very moment something clicked in his mind. Something deep inside him had begun to build up and bubbled it’s way around his entire body. Liu felt like he was sick, but there was no nausea and his body didn’t ache. Instead his throat felt as it had closed and his chest tingled and burned. He brought a hand up and clenched the fabric in between his pectorals. As (Y/n)’s figure disappeared into the other side of the temple, Liu exhaled sharply.

“Liu?”

Perhaps this was the first time he’d taken the time to truly look at her, and that’s why he was feeling this way.

“Liu Kang?”

Maybe he’d been too concentrated on training and improving himself.

Liu was pulled out of his thoughts by Kung Lao flicking his forehead as hard as he could.

“OW— Lao—,” He whined.

Kung Lao chuckled, “I said your name twice.”

Liu’s frown dropped, “Oh, I apologize.” His gaze fell down to his feet in embarrassment.

A sly smile tugged at the ends of Kung Lao’s mouth as he realized what was going through Liu’s head.

“As I was saying,” He cleared his throat, “She’s beautiful. Truly something special, huh?” He teased.

Liu let out a sarcastic laugh and shoved the other male playfully.

The next couple of days Liu’s infatuation with (Y/n) would only grow stronger and more visible to Kung Lao and the others around them. It was interesting to see Liu become passionate about something other than being the “chosen one” for a change. Now the question was how long would it take before he couldn’t help but approach her?

___

Another tedious lesson was over and the two friends could not have been more eager to burst out of the room down roam the halls of the temple to their rooms, but Liu and Kung Lao knew better than to display such uncultivated behavior in front of their master. Once they and the other boys had been dismissed and were out of view from Raiden, Liu began his usual tangent.

“I saw her twice after morning practice, did I tell you?” He began stretching his arms above his head, “I waved and she—,”

“I know, Liu.” Kung Lao chuckled, “You told me all of this during our lunch. I’m beginning to think you’re becoming a little... obsessed with poor (Y/n).”

Liu slapped Kung Lao’s shoulder playfully, “I’m not obsessed, I assure you. I’m just curious as to why Master Raiden won’t let us talk to her.”

Kung Lao opened the pathway to their rooms and shook his head and they continued to walk. “I’m sure he has his reasons. And besides, it’s not good to be so fixated on this when you should be focused on training, Liu.”

Liu cocked and eyebrow at his friend. “What do you mean?”

Kung Lao stopped walking and gave him and knowing look, the corners of his mouth pulling up in amusement as if he was refraining a smile. “Don’t pretend like that little slip up during sparing a day ago while (Y/n) entered happened by sheer coincidence.”

Liu huffed and turned his face away stubbornly. “I didn’t expect her to be watching. I’m not used to fighting with an audience quite yet, that’s all.”

Now that was definitely a lie. Kung Lao knew Liu Kang saw himself as the golden boy amongst their peers, and who could blame him. He was a magnificent fighter.

“If that’s what you want me to believe, then so be it.” Kung Lao flicked the other boy’s forehead, then went off to tidy himself up before bed.

It wasn’t terribly late into the evening yet, but late enough that the sun has completely gone down and most of the temple residents were already asleep. Liu followed in his cousin’s footsteps and heading towards the showers. Afterwards the two boys spent another hour or so talking and playing games together until Kang Lao finally bid Liu goodnight.

Liu stayed behind to put away their things and was about to head out for the night, but when he stepped out into the open grand hall he noticed a figure quickly hide themselves behind one of the columns in the distance. His first reaction would of been to pounce and attack the being right then and there, but he knew he’d have to deal with a lot of angry side eyed glances tomorrow if it turned out to be a false alarm. A stealthy approach was better.

The boy casually pretended as if he was entering another section of the temple and hid behind the wall until he heard feint footsteps going the opposite direction. He took this opportunity to create some distance between him and the figure, just enough that it’d be difficult for them to sense them, but still allowed Liu to follow them.

Down the grand hall, towards the back of the temple, out into the training courts, and...

Into the greenhouse?

If this was a thief, they obviously weren’t a very smart one, for nothing of value would be found in the garden, Liu thought to himself. The garden itself was nothing impressive. Just a small room that was barely the size of a large shed. It contained a collection of flowers, potted trees and herbs that the nurses kept to replenish their stock every once and a while. Liu Kang peered in from the distance behind one of the trees outlining the entrance way, and finally identified the being as the girl he’d been thinking about nearly all week.

It was (Y/n). She placed a lantern that she’d been carrying with her onto the ground and look out a match from her pocket, then crouched down beside it. Seeing as the temple was in no danger, Liu Kang turned around to leave, but the shuffle of the branches startled (Y/n). She quickly summoned her (weapon/power) and darted out of the greenhouse. In her panic, the girl executed one swift blow to the tree, which Liu ducked and narrowly dodged.

“Calm yourself! It’s just me!” Liu whisper-yelled as he revealed himself, holding his hands in front of his chest defensively.

(Y/n) unclenched her fists and allowed her arms to fall to her side. She exhaled in relief, “You— what are you...? I apologize, I shouldn’t have assumed you were an attacker.” Her gaze fell to the floor in embarrassment.

Liu shook his head, “No, no, it was my mistake! I followed you out here on false pretenses that you were a burglar.”

The girl smiled and stifled a laugh. She tilted her head slightly upward to get a better look at the young man in front of her. He was in his normal attire, with his dark hair falling just about his shoulders and framing his face and neck quite nicely. (Y/n) would’ve been tempted to stare at him a little longer if not for the predicament she was in now.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Liu Kang. You see, I’m so busy during the day— and although I know Master wouldn’t approve of it, I come out here when everyone’s alseep just to have time to myself.” She explained frantically, “I don’t— please don’t misinterpret my intentions, I was just—,”

“It’s alright, (Y/n).” Liu smiled, slightly flustered, placing a hand on her shoulder, “No need to explain yourself further. I won’t tell anyone. In fact this entire conversation is technically forbidden, mind you.”

(Y/n) was looking directly at Liu Kang now, and something about his presence was extremely calming to her.

“That’s right...” She mumbled, “You should go then, I don’t want to cause you any more inconvenience, Liu Kang.”

“Just Liu is fine.” He could feel the giddy feeling in his chest growing stronger each time she said his name. In truth, he didn’t want to leave her just yet. He glanced back at the greenhouse and spotted the perfect excuse. “But before I go,” His hand trailed down from her shoulder to her hand, and she accepted it. Liu tugged her back towards the greenhouse.

“I see that in your hurry to kill me, you’ve lost your match.” He smiled playfully at her and picked up the lantern on the floor. Letting go of her hand, he summoned a small flame and lit the wick of the candle inside. Then Liu took (Y/n)’s hands and wrapped it around the side of the glass boy firmly.

“There.” He nodded in satisfaction. “Please accept this as my apology for interrupting your evening.”

(Y/n) let out a small laugh and nodded back. “Thank you, Liu, but,” Her eyes flickered down to the lantern, then back up at him with a hint of mischief, “now that you know my secret, how will I know if you’ll actually keep it?”

“What?” Liu frowned, pretending to take offense, “Is my word not good enough? In that sense, how do I know you’re not actually a burglar?”

“I suppose we’ll just have to keep an eye of each other from now on.” (Y/n) shrugged.

The two stared at each other for a moment, then bursted into a fit of giggles. (Y/n) sighed and placed the lantern on the ground.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then? It works for both of us. Your secret stays a secret, and I get to talk to you.”

(Y/n)’s face heated up at his words, although I doubt Liu Kang could see it with just a lantern for light. “I look forward to it then. Goodnight Liu.”

Liu placed a small kiss on the back of (Y/n)’s hand, impressed with his own boldness.

“Goodnight.”

___

Bonus:

The next morning, (Y/n) rounded up the younger monks to observe the elder ones practice. She subtly waved to both Liu Kang and Kung Lao before taking her seat behind the children. Just as a match was about to commence, Master Raiden appeared in the entrance and made his way to the center of the court. The monks exchanged confused glances until Raiden spoke.

“Alright, which of you imbeciles destroyed one of my trees?”

[domthedevil]

AHHHH SO CUTE, how about doing mammon next?

Of course our first man is excited to do this hahaha. Mammon is truly the most honest about his feelings for MC so I got all soft.

Be Gentle pt 6

Warnings: Mammon x afab!mc, loss of virginity

Mammon was furious. The fact that anyone else thought they had a chance of being your first was absurd. He was your first pact. He was your first friend. And you were his first love. There was no way he’d let anyone trivialize your wants and needs. Even if he wasn’t fully aware of it himself. So when he shouted the loudest and left the most dramatically, the other brothers could tell how upset he was. But they let him be. Too busy continuing a new conversation.

In his room, Mammon sat on the edge of his bed. Mindlessly scrolling through Akuzon for something, anything to take his mind off how angry his brothers had made him. But soon that anger turned to anxiety. Maybe you wouldn’t choose him. No matter how hard he fought to be your number one, maybe he still wasn’t...

A chime on his phone snapped him out of the depressive thought. Smiling a little, he opened the message you had just sent him.

“Are you busy?”

“Nope. What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking about something, and I wanted to ask you a question.”

A question you couldn’t text? He frowned a moment, not sure what to say or what to expect.

“I’m in my room. C’mere.”

As soon as he sent the text, Mammon rushed to tidy his room. Cleaning was just too much, but he could at least move his dirty clothes off the bed and put his magazines in a neater pile. He froze when he heard you knock. Using a second to compose himself, Mammon slowly answered the door. Giving his confident grin he swung the door open.

Taking a step back you laughed at how eager he seemed, despite knowing he was probably preparing his room before answering. Wasting no time, you headed straight for his bed to sit down. You patted the spot next to you. Taking his hands in yours you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. You knew you were ready the moment you saw his reddened face.

“.....” Mammon was speechless. Absolutely lost for words as his face felt like fire. Your request was expected and yet not.

“Do you...not want to?” Your meek question snapped him out of his daze.

“N-no! I mean yes! I mean- ugh!!” Mammon pulled you I to a tight embrace. “I...I love you MC. I’ll be gentle.”

You felt yourself sink into the mattress as he rested beside you. Slowly you turned to face him, both of you leaning in for a few soft kisses. Looking into your eyes for any doubt, Mammon kissed you more cautiously than you’d have liked. Taking initiative, your hand rested against his chest while the other ran down his side. Like an invitation, Mammon’s eager hands traced your body with a methodical but clumsy touch.

“I wanna touch you more.” Mammon’s heated whisper cut through the sounds of your kissing and heavy breathing. Shedding your clothing, he watched as you tossed each article aside. Moving so that you were under him, the demon ran his fingertips in light trails from your chest to your thighs. A shiver ran over as you felt his eyes burning into you.

“M-Mammon...” he snapped out of yet another daze. As he locked lips with yours he made quick work of his own jacket and shirt. Not wanting to spoil the surprise just yet as he worked you up more and more, he stopped just after removing his pants. But you could see the strong outline of his hardening length. You could feel yourself getting wet as he began to touch you more roughly.

Nipping and biting at your neck, Mammon distracted you from his roaming hands on your chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he teased you. He felt your hips buck against his cock, still barely separated from his underwear. You heard a deep growl as he moved his face lower. Sucking and leaving small marks as he ducked between your legs. Now your hands tugged at his snowy locks, pulling gently as his tongue lapped at your sensitive clit. A small jolt of pleasure shot through your core as he slowly, teasingly prodded the hood of your clit. Dragging out each sensation. Your thighs pressed against his head as he added his fingers into the mix. Suckling your pearl, his finger tips coated themselves in your slick; he began moaning at how wet you were.

You whispered how good it felt. How he was stretching you and touching places you’d never felt before. His hips rutted against the bed while you spoke. Mammon was getting desperate for attention. He hovered above you once again as his fingers moved faster, curled higher. Your expression was irresistible. Eyes half shut, mouth slightly open, panting and breathing heavy. All at his touch.

“I can’t take ya whisperin like this...MC...”

“I’m ready. I want it.” Your confident tone reassured him once again.

Kissing you soft at first, but quickly gaining momentum Mammon removed his underwear. You watched as his impressive cock moved between your folds. Spreading your legs wide for him, you got a much clearer view. You could see the way his dick glistened with your essence. Parting from you to meet your eyes, Mammon pressed himself against your entrance. Slowly, too slowly, he pressed the head of his dick inside you. It was nothing at first, but the sudden and sharp pain startled you as he kept moving. Trying not to make a sound was too much, the whimper you let out scared him too.

“M-MC! Are ya okay...?”

You nodded, now that he had given you a moment to adjust you could feel the pleasure of being full. With a wide smile you kissed his cheek.

“It feels good now, you can move.”

You heard him audibly gulp.

“Fuck that’s hot. Lemme know if...it’s too much.”

Mammon’s hips moved in gentle waves inside you. The feel of his entire length burying in you had you clutching the sheets. But yours eyes stayed open and focused on his. His deep colored eyes made a fire in your core build. He would always be your first man now.

“Mammon...it feels tight. And...full.”

Any comment you made had him thrusting deeper insider you. Leaning down he kissed and nibbled at your chest. Tasting your skin turned him on so much, and the glisten of sweat on you only added to your flavor.

He hissed as his hips unconsciously moved faster. Your moans grew louder as he tried his best not to. He wasn’t sure what kind of sounds he would make, obviously over excited for this moment. Your bent legs pressed against his waist as he moved. Mammon’s fingers intertwined with yours against the bed. The extra leverage helped his hips move faster. Though his pace was even, his cock seemed to hit a new spot every time. Your lips chanted his name while your voice cracked. The warmth from your core began to spread like wildfire.

“Harder...”

Mammon obliged immediately, loving the way your walls squeezed around him. He could feel how badly your body wanted to come.

“I’m so hot. Mammon I feel like I’m close.”

“Yeah? You like getting fucked like this?”

“M-Mammon...”

Your whine was all he needed. He wanted to tease you more, say dirty things to you while you both got closer to climaxing. But he promised to be gentle. This time at least. His words definitely stirred something in you. Made your toes and fingers tingle. Mammon’s cock hit deep inside you at a relentless pace. He was overindulging, but he was the Avatar of Greed.

“Come for me MC...I’ll come with ya.”

Pressing your lips against his neck, you couldn’t help biting him slightly as your body shook and quaked around Mammon’s cock. Feeling it so deep made your whole body sensitive. His hips continued to move and drove you insane. It felt good but too good. The spasming inside you grew in intensity. Mammon let out a low grunt and buried himself inside you again. His moan was almost a gasp as he released his thick seed into you.

Mammon composed himself with a quick shake of his head. Your face was a mix of pleasure and exhaustion, but his worried expression made you laugh.

“Hey! Don’t laugh!” His flustered state returned as he hugged you tightly, hiding his face in your neck. “...you’re not suppose to laugh...”

“Not at you. Im just...really happy.”

Mammon met your warm gaze again. Seeing your soft expression he kissed you deeply. Showering your cheeks in small pecks. Your arms held him just as tightly, and this time you hid your face in his neck.

“Can we...do it again?” Mammon couldn’t see your face, but he felt the heat on your cheeks.

“O-of course! THE Great Mammon is always ready.”

This is a continuation of a request, read more here:

Be Gentle (Levi x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Belphegore x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Satan x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Beelzelbub x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Asmodeus x AFAB!MC)

[keigelsss]

Hard At Work - Kuroo Tetsuro

a/n: HERE IT IS!!!!! it’s really bad. i struggled. i just wanted to get it over with but this idea weighed heavily on my mind for so long and i cant seem to get it out the way i want so this is the bare minimum with what i was trying to go for sorry :/

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, timeskip!kuroo, dom!kuroo, language, teasing, literally half the fic is foreplay oops, smut, oral sex, unprotected sex (no glove no love y’all), kuroo smacks your ass once, sir kink?, SIZE KINK, belly bulge, overstim, squirting, creampie, as always my shitty writing. *thoughts in italics… if i forgot a warning pls lmk*

Summary: you never thought you’d find yourself in this situation, let alone with the man in charge of your paycheck. luckily those files weren’t that important.

word count: 4.7K

You’ve only been working in this position for about two months now, assistant to one of the smartest sports promoters in the country. It’s a wonderful job and you get to meet star athletes almost every day, but what wasn't in the job description was the super hot promoter that you would be working under literally. If you thought it was hard coming into work with someone so damn attractive, the amount of teasing that went on in and outside of the office was insufferable.

Your day began like every other; come in, bring Kuroo some coffee, a full list of the day's meetings and tidy up in his office. While setting the coffee on his desk, you anticipate what comment he’ll make about the lack of a baked good to accompany his beverage.

“Awe Y/n, looks like you forgot to bring something to munch on again,” he was currently going through emails while twirling a pen in his hand. That scheming smirk that you’ve come to recognize all too well plastered all over his smug face. 

“I’m sorry, Kuroo, they were all out at the café.” You placed your belongings on the small desk located in the corner of his office, spending some time to go over today's schedule as well as sort through a few contracts and client files.

“It’s all good,” he let out a soft chuckle. “You could always let me eat you instead, shortcake.”

You gave a pointed glare to the man before sighing and closing the file cabinet you just finished sorting. “I think it’s best if we get to work, we’ve got a long day ahead of us, sir.” he sends the smallest smirk in your direction then returns to his tasks. Shit... Did I mean to make it come out like that? Whatever he always teases the ever-living hell out of me so it's about time I had my share of the fun too, it’s only fair. Right?

Most of the day was uneventful, the typical routine coming and going without any interruptions. At around 4 pm though, you found yourself swamped with far more paperwork to go through than usual as well as having to scan and digitally file. We didn't have this many meetings today, did we? I just did a stack like this… Most of these need Kuroo’s signature, they shouldn't be on my desk.

Raising your head you shifted your gaze, letting your eyes land on him. He’s seated only ten feet in front of you behind his desk but today it seems like an entire mile. Did he always look that good going through his messages?

While gathering the papers that were wrongfully in your pile and saying a quick prayer to anyone out there, you walked over to sit in one of the matching seats opposite him. Placing the folder down softly to not mess up the flow of his work. He instinctively moves his elbow away to make room for the file and side-eyes it momentarily.

“Just give me two minutes here and I’m all yours sugar,” he says with a quick smile in your direction.

Humming your response and relaxing into the chair you take the time to admire his features. The messy but somehow put together hair that, according to his long-term clients and friends, has been that way since childhood. The sharp features of his cheeks and jaw, his pink lips permanently resting in his signature smirk that can mean an infinite number of things as you’ve come to find out. A muscular neck that is far too appealing for your taste, broad shoulders leading to strong arms, and an equally muscular chest. It’s no doubt that he is built like a god under that dress shirt, it fits him so perfectly it's almost offensive.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts of the man in front of you that you don't even notice how he moves his body, giving all his attention to you.

“Stare any longer sweet girl and you're gonna start drooling all over that cute outfit of yours.” His deep chuckle vibrates through you, definitely causing something to happen deep in the pit of your stomach. Your body was so hot and your throat was so damn dry from the way he was looking back at you. Is he undressing me with his eyes? Fuck! I’m one to talk, I’m doing the same thing.

“Uh it looks like some papers of yours got in my pile, if you can sign them, I’ll finish scanning and get out of your hair.” 

You sat up to hand him a pen then rest your palms against the desk. Those pieces of paper are the only thing separating the two of you and it helps you keep a grasp on reality for the time being.

He toyed with the edges of the folder, lifting just the corner, not even bothering to read over the contents. “Yeah, I put them there thinking it would keep you in the office just a bit longer but you caught on to my plan faster than I thought.” He met your gaze with a semi defeated smile.

“You thought I wouldn't notice at all? Kuroo, I thought you were supposed to be the mega genius here because I had just filed all of those this morning.” A sudden boost of confidence ran through your body and your hands found their way to the folder and started mimicking his previous action that, hopefully, would drive him just as crazy as it did you. Your cold fingers delicately traced above his watch then to his forearms, stopping right where he cuffed his sleeves. A small hiss escaped him through his teeth followed by an airy laugh.

“Call it an experiment.” You couldn't help but giggle at his response.

He suddenly moved back, completely reclining and relaxing in his chair. He went to loosen up the tie around his neck and even went as far as to open two buttons on the restricting shirt. Cheeky bastard.

Kuroo cleared his throat. Resting his elbow against the arm of his chair, chin resting in the palm of his hand. “I bet I can tell what you're thinking right now, shortcake,” he continued to roll his chair back slightly.

Without giving a second thought you moved around to his side of the desk, sitting and leaning on the end farthest from him. You conjured up the best comeback your normally shy and reserved self would never think of, but right now, it's war.

“Oya oya? Tell me, boss, what am I thinking right now?” you finally turned your gaze towards him, pulling off the most convincing innocent eyes you had.

He stood up from his seat, taking the slowest steps toward you and stood right beside your small body. His large hands are dangerously close to the edge of your skirt. If he could feel how hard your heart was beating in your chest you’d be done for. 

That contagious laughter of his booming throughout the room once more. He’ll never admit it but your teasing words sound a lot like him.

“Well if the way you're clenching the hell out of your thighs right now isn't the biggest sign.” His calloused fingers finally make contact with the exposed skin on your legs and slowly rise to trace the curves of your body. Finding a place to rest on your jaw with his thumb gripping your chin forcing you to look directly at him. “I’d say you're thinking of all the different ways I could make you cum on my desk,” his thumb began to slowly trace your lower lip.

You were barely aware of the small moan you let out while fluttering your eyes closed. “Let's say you're right Kuroo,” you nearly choked on the lack of saliva in your throat. “What else am I thinking?” your response barely above a pathetic whimper.

He let out a happy sigh as he placed his thumb between your lips, pressing slightly to signal you to open up. That sigh quickly turned into a small moan when you let your tongue slip from your mouth and wrapped your lips around the digit. Years of hard work and skill evident in the sensation of his thumb pressing against your tongue.

“You’re probably thinking about my cock filling every inch of your tight little pussy,” he moved to stand between your legs, his other hand finding residence on your hip and squeezing the clothed flesh possessively. “Or maybe you’re thinking you might just have the upper hand here because you caught on to my little trick,” he began to mess with the hook and zipper on the side of your skirt. Lowering the piece of flimsy metal agonizingly slow. 

“If that’s the case then you're seriously mistaken sweetheart also when it's just us, call me Tetsuro,” he whispered his name in your ear and if you weren't trying to match his teasing energy, you would’ve made the first move but the build-up was so much better.

He finally let go of the zipper on your skirt and began to pull it slowly down your thighs, all while maintaining eye contact. He slowly removed his finger from your mouth and trailed any lingering saliva along your bottom lip and down your jaw before his hand found comfort around your neck, offering the softest squeeze, eliciting yet another breathy moan from your lips. If only you knew how much those sounds of yours were causing him to short circuit.

“Tetsuro. If there’s anything I know very well, it's my place in this office.” You kept steady eye contact while attempting to squeeze your thighs together. 

Kuroo noticed your struggles and continued to strip the skirt from your body. Your lower half was beginning to burn with anticipation. His long fingers then traced the outline of your panties, if he looked any closer he would see the little wet spot forming right at your entrance. He lightly pulled on the thin material and snapped it back against your body, a small chuckle rising from deep in his chest because of how cute and responsive you are to his actions.

“And where is that exactly?” He can't help but tease you, even though his cock is absolutely suffocating, he still wants to make sure you know who’s in charge. 

“I'm an employee on your payroll, aren't I?” your voice was so soft, focusing more on steadying your breathing. He began to run the back of his hand along your hip and grazed his knuckles against the area that you ache for him the most, a throaty sigh escapes you and some of that newfound confidence as well. Where the hell did she come from?

“It only makes sense that my position is under you.” Kuroo is slightly surprised by your response but he can tell that you’ve had enough of his teasing just like he’s had enough of having to come up with new ways to fluster you. Now it seems that all his prayers are being answered, he finally has you to himself all alone in the office, and there’s only one thing on his mind after hearing the words slip from your lips. “That’s definitely the right answer, but I hope you don’t mind if I spend some time on you first?”

His fingers were now pulling the fabric of your panties down and off your body, he never breaks eye contact, rubbing his hands all over your legs and occasionally squeezing your soft skin. He finally returned to eye level and placed both hands on your cheeks, bringing you in for a hot and desperate kiss. He managed to push you further onto the desk so you can rest comfortably, the cold sensation of the wood on your bare skin forced a tiny gasp to escape. 

Kuroo began to play with the buttons of your blouse, pulling on the material. By the time he gets to the last button, you’re halfway done removing his, finally seeing the strong body underneath it all. Hot. Once he had you completely undressed he took a single step back. Biting his lip and admiring your body.

“You’re so god damn sexy.” He came back to you, hot mouth leaving kisses all over your neck and chest. He spent some time on each of your breasts, sucking and biting on your sensitive nipples, sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. His hands hooked under your knees and spread your legs. You're practically dripping onto his desk by now and can’t help but grind your hips against nothing, desperate for some sort of relief. 

“Someone's a little needy, huh?” his breath was hot against your stomach and fingers digging into the meat of your thigh. Once he got on his knees in front of you, his fingers found their way to your throbbing center. Slowly parting your folds and massaging your sensitive hole with perfect pressure. “Fuck. You’re so fuckin’ wet too,” with his other hand he used his thumb to play with your clit. You threw your head back, letting out a soft moan as you made contact with the desk below.

Kuroo wasted no time putting your legs over his shoulders, leaving wet kisses along your thighs and placing several on your hips. He finally placed a kiss on your clit, causing you to yelp and buck your hips against his face. “You taste better than I imagined baby girl,” he licked a stripe through your folds, then sucked on your clit softly. “Mmm it feels so good!” you’re a moaning, whimpering mess already. Kuroo has to use his hands to keep you still but he’s humming happily while lapping up all you have to offer him and you can't help but shake. “Am I making you feel good, pretty girl? Your cute little pussy is so sensitive huh?” his tongue was replaced with one of his fingers gathering up your slick and slowly entering you.

“Yes yes fuck I love it. I want your cock. Please.” you looked at him through lidded eyes sucking your bottom lip harshly in between your teeth. He can't help but smile at how cute you look begging for him. “Relax baby girl, we’ll both get what we want but I gotta work you up a bit more.” He added another finger curling them a little to find your sweet spot, while sucking on your clit. He knew he found it when you squeezed your thighs around him and called out his name. Your walls twitching around his fingers, reaching your first climax of the day. 

He pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, sucking off every bit of your juices, moaning in sheer delight. Another kiss was placed on your clit before he began a trail of them to your neck and jaw, teeth sinking into your skin. One of his hands caressed your cheek as he kissed you on the lips, your taste and his hot breath sending another wave of arousal through you and you moan into his mouth. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. “Wanna make you cum with my tongue one more time okay sweetheart?”

You wanted to whine and throw a fit but his mouth was magical and you weren't one to complain. With a small ‘okay’ and another kiss on the lips he made his way to your pussy once more, already swollen and ridiculously sensitive. He began with the same rhythm as before, soft groans of satisfaction driving you wild. The grinding of your hips against his face only became more violent when he added his long fingers. Finding that same spot as earlier. 

“F-fuck oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” you arched your back off the desk and brought a hand to your chest massaging squeezing your nipples. The only thing you hear before your orgasm rips through you is the loud squelching of fingers inside your pussy and his moans of praise. When you open your eyes and finally come back to earth, you see Kuroos face, hand and wrist covered in your juices. “I haven't even fucked you yet and you squirted just like that? You're gonna be the death of me Y/n.” 

You giggled a little, hiding your face in embarrassment, body still trembling from the intense orgasm. Of course that smart mouth of his is sinfully skilled. He moved your hands out of the way, intertwining his with yours, lifting you and pulling you into another kiss. 

You let go of his hands running yours along his toned chest, leaving small scratches, quickly removing his belt and slacks. You squeal at how big he looks in his boxers, his cock begging to be free. Pulling the waistband down and letting it drop to his feet, you moan at the sight. A small bead of precum forming at the tip, now an angry red from being neglected for so long. “I wanna make you feel good too Tetsu.” 

Before you can drop to your knees for him he puts his hands on your hips, rubbing soothing circles. “Next time gorgeous, I wanna feel you right now.” he lifted you off the ground, legs wrapping around his waist and lips meeting in a sloppy mess of teeth and tongue. One of his hands made their way to your ass, squeezing softly before landing a smack. You moaned in response and ground your hips against his throbbing member, the tip creating glorious friction against your folds. He finally placed you back on the desk then fisted his cock a few times, running the tip against your folds and teasing your entrance.

“Want you inside me now Tetsuro. Please.” your chest was heaving in desperation and he loved that he made you like this. “Okay sweet girl. If it’s too much let me know.” You gave him a small nod and he kissed you while letting himself slip inside your warm walls. You were already so wet from before but he was so long and thick that the intrusion was slightly painful. 

“Holy shit! you’re so damn tight.” he says through gritted teeth. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tugging softly on his hair when you feel him bottom out inside you. He lets out a few puffs of air because it's taking all his willpower not to cum with the way your pussy is gripping onto him right now. You let out a few whimpers and he checks your face for any signs of discomfort before retracting his hips and thrusting into you. You make eye contact with him, he’s absolutely mesmerizing with that lusty look in his eye and a small layer of sweat on his forehead. 

“S-so big Tetsu. It feels so good.” you squeeze your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to you and he groans in response. He begins to thrust into you slowly, still trying to keep his cool but finding that sweet spot inside you every time. “Oh you're gonna make me cum with the way you are clampin’ down on my cock like that sweet thing.” he shifts the angle of his thrusts and cages your head between his arms. His large upper body casting a shadow over you that makes you shiver. You can see the way the muscles on his forearms and biceps are flexing with every thrust. How he’s looking down at where you two are connected in pure fascination, tugging his lip between his teeth.

Using his arms to push off the desk, he tugs your hips to the edge and keeps his fingers embedded in the soft flesh, meeting each of his thrusts. You lift yourself as well, resting on your elbows and watching him. You notice a small bump on your belly each time his hips meet yours and it's enough to have you roll your eyes back. Holy fuck now that’s different. Kuroo noticed your surprise and pressed a hand against your tummy, making you feel him even deeper if possible. 

“I’m right there baby girl. Can you feel it?” You feel as though you're being split open but it hurts so good. His stare and dominating aura so sinful and addictive, you know you're in trouble. “Yes it feels so good. I love your cock.” He feels you fluttering around him and picks up his pace. The sharp sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the office along with his animalistic growls. 

“Is that right. You gonna cum on this cock, like a good girl?” his thumb found your clit, working small circles. “Make a mess all over my desk? Let me cum inside this tight pussy?” his thrusts were reaching deep, that bulge in your tummy only looking bigger now. You tried meeting his thrusts halfway, your hand gripped his wrist and you neared another orgasm. “Y-yeah, oh fuck. please. I wanna cum so bad. wanna make you feel good too, sir.” 

At the last word you said he thrusted into you once more. your walls fluttering around him bringing his release as well, he hunched over with a groan and found your lips as he spilled his seed inside you. The warmth filling you up and making you feel nothing but bliss. Your ankles locked around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, keeping him buried inside you while you caught your breath’s. 

He pulled away first, watching as his cock slipped from your tight hole, both of you letting out a sharp breath from the sensitivity. His cum followed right after, dripping down onto his desk. The sight of your clenching pussy and the mess was enough to get him hard again. He wants as much as you’re willing to give him. Lifting your upper body he pulls you in for another kiss, this one a bit sweeter. 

You pulled away and began kissing his jaw. “I want more.” You said looking up at him with bright eyes. Your makeup is messy but you still look delicious as ever. 

He gave you a playful grin and a peck on the lips. “You read my mind gorgeous.” 

He spun you around and bent you over the desk, pressing your body into the wood but not enough to hurt. His fingers slowly ran down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You turn your head slightly so you can see him, right now he looks intimidating as ever. Large muscular body towering over you, one hand gripping your ass and the other teasing the head of his cock along your folds. He can see how your dripping hole is clenching around nothing, your frame trembling from previous orgasms. He's so damn overjoyed that he slips right inside you, not wanting to waste another second outside of your tight pussy. 

The stretch that he provided was nothing you've felt before, he was definitely the biggest you’ve been with. You felt every ridge and vein, every twitch, you still feel him in your stomach. Nothing beat how warm he is though, flooding every nerve with heat and electricity. 

He set a brutal pace, balls slapping against your clit each time, making you cry out and moan incoherent versions of his name. His left hand gripped your thigh and hitched your leg on the desk, the shift in position causing him to drag the tip of his cock perfectly against your g-spot. “Right there Tetsuro, feels so fucking good.” you ached your back in ecstasy. 

The hand he had hooked under your knee creeped up your thigh and rested on your hip. He used the other to raise you off the desk and wrap around you. His warm hard chest pressing into your back and his large, rough palms massaged your tits. You can feel his warm breath on your ear and you shiver when he groans. The deep rumble of his chest crashing into you like a wave. 

Hearing his moans right in your ear was like heaven, the feeling of his cock twitching inside tells you he's close. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard. Your little cunt’s squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. You gonna be a good girl and let me cum inside again?” his rough pounding turned into slow, deep strokes. Slamming into your sweet spot with pin-point accuracy.

“Please. Feels so good and I want your cum. Want it in me so bad.” his hand moved to your jaw turning your head, squishing your cheeks and leaving a sloppy kiss against your lips. You brought your arm up, grabbing his face, pulling him closer. You sucked his bottom lip between your teeth and he growled in response, slow thrusts gaining some more speed.

The hand he had on your hip made its way in front of you, fingers trailing softly against your swollen clit. Tears were pricking the corners of your eyes from overstimulation but you loved every second of it. “I want you to milk my cock, take all your filling like a good little shortcake and make a mess on this desk. Can you do that for me?” you only nod and moan your answer.

The intense eye contact between the two of you, mixed with his hard thrusts and rough fingers, make that tingling feeling in your core seem like the first one all over again. Your head falls back against his chest as your body locks up and shakes uncontrollably, the tight fluttering of your walls brought his release as well. 

You can feel his warm load inside as he keeps fucking into you, allowing you both to ride out the intense wave of pleasure. All while massaging your clit, only bringing on another orgasm, making you squirt once more on his hand and desk. Feeling it drip down your legs, surely his too. 

Once the rush of euphoria passed, you both fell forward, his cock still inside you as you both caught your breath. You were still quivering with aftershocks of pleasure when he slipped out of you, a mixture of both of your cum spilling onto the floor and down your thighs. 

He stumbled back onto his chair and took a deep breath. Hypnotized by the way you’re still spread out for him to see, the beautiful sight of your plump ass becoming something he wants all the time. You finally sit up slowly turning to lean against the desk, legs feeling like noodles. Both of you catching the other staring and letting out a fit of laughter. He reached for your hand and pulled you down on the chair with him to relax, wrapping his strong arms around you. 

“So, I was thinking, maybe I should give you a promotion.” he kissed the top of your head and you pinched his nipple teasingly. “Stop fucking around Tetsu.” he smirked and gave you a knowing smirk. 

“We just did, sweet heart.” you rolled your eyes and nuzzled into his neck. 

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After resting for a while the two of you got cleaned up and dressed, tidying up the office so it didn't look like two people just fucked in it. Once you were done you both stood and looked out the window of his office, watching the sun disappear and the stars start to shine. He made a sound like he just remembered something. 

“Do you wanna go out to get something to eat?” he looks at you while putting his coat on.

“I’d love to, I’m starving,” you grabbed your purse and put on your coat as well. “Oh, uh what time is it?” you ask him. 

He lifted the sleeve of his jacket, looking at his watch and raising a brow. “That’s weird. My watch is stuck at 4:45.” you look at him in confusion. 

A sudden burst of wheezing laughter echoes through the walls and you’re still wondering what’s so funny. He turns to you and looks at your face, melting at how cute and innocent you looked. 

“I think you ruined my watch, Y/n.” he brings a hand up to your face moving a piece of hair that was out of place. You can't help but blush at his words, instantly turning away from him and opening the doors to his office.

“Well we’re even now because you ruined any other man for me.” You walked ahead of him in annoyance but he knows it won't last long.

He’ll have you screaming his name again in his bed in no time. 

I wonder if he was joking about that promotion though…

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✨stay sexy my friends✨

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a/n: if you made it this far... yooo... im so sorry you had to read this. it didn’t tickle the brain the way i wanted and i trashed it like ten times only to go back with what i originally started with but if you liked it and you feel a lil sum ;) lmk i would love feedback or what I could’ve done better. i don’t know what I want to do with this blog just yet but for now its just my thirsts and writings. i reply and like on @keigohoes im just stupid lol.

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red cheeks // obi-wan x reader

hi guys! absolutely buzzing, hope you guys enjoy this one! i had a ton of fun with this work :) mainly bc I'm obsessed w/ewan's hands (don't @ me)

summary: “How can I take care of you, my love?” obi-wan wants to take care of you and you ask for the one thing that you've been wanting. porn w/out plot, obi-wan spanks you (don't worry, you please him, too ;) ) 

tags: smut, spanking, non-penetrative sex, grinding/dry-humping, vaginal fingering, (bad) dirty talk, probably a poor understanding of jedi (i’m working on it i promise!)

here’s a link if you’d rather read it on ao3!

“How can I take care of you, my love?”

It was a simple question, one that Obi-Wan asked you many times. Most of the time you would say something simple, whether it be sexual or domestic. Sometimes it would be specific, other times it would be something random, the first thing that popped into your mind. (Obi refused to let you defer to him or take “anything” as an answer. He’d push and push until you pulled something from the back of your head. You always had a sneaking suspicion he would read your mind and found something he wanted you to bring up.)

But tonight, when he so sweetly asked that question as you stood in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, you knew exactly what you wanted.

Hesitantly, you looked over at him after washing your face. “I think...I want you to spank me, Obi.”

Obi-Wan looked at you curiously, then, like a sweet puppy trying to decipher what you just commanded it to do. He had a small smile on his face as he blinked once, twice, three times before he responded. “Are you sure? That doesn’t really seem like I’d be taking care of you.” He then sat on the counter of the bathroom, grabbing hold of your hand and rubbing it lightly. You could tell he was only attempting to tease you, but quickly realized it did not hit you as playful teasing. Rather, you took it as skepticism, disappointment; anything but supportive and playful.

“I think it would be quite...satisfying? I’ve thought about the way your hands would feel on me there. Abrasive, yet...comforting.” You look down at his hand, on top of yours, too nervous to acknowledge what you had just revealed about yourself and your desires. The two of you had been together for just under a year and knew each other much longer (since you both were younglings). Some days it seemed as if you knew too much about each other. And, yet, Obi-Wan still gave you butterflies and goosebumps when he looked at you too intensely or teased you just a bit too much about how good you looked in (and out of) your robes. “I dunno, Obi. Perhaps it’s a bit too far?” You pulled away from him and busied yourself tidying up his refresher before you resigned yourself to falling asleep in an awkward silence after the Jedi agreed with and reprimanded you. Quite right, you manufactured the lecture in your mind already, too far. How could you think that harming you would ever be enjoyable for me?

“No,” he said simply, “Not too far, your desires and admiration is well within the bounds of normalcy. I just didn’t expect you to ask for such a thing tonight. I figured you were sore enough as is from training with your Padawan.” He had a small, smug smirk on his face. “I am happy to do anything you desire, little one. I only want to please you.” You respond with a bright smile as a thank you for understanding, deciding to disregard his snarky comment for the time being. He grabs your hand, leading you back to his bed. Obi-Wan sat down first, immediately pulling you to straddle him so he could kiss you. He cupped your face, kissing you delicately while your hands roamed his bare chest. Obi-Wan looked tough--hard, even--when he was covered in his Jedi robes. He fought so elegantly on the battlefield, it was difficult to picture the man as anything but the perfect example of a Jedi. And yet, when he was beneath you, he seemed and felt so soft. Not a warrior, not a fighter, but a lover made for you and you alone. His stomach and arms were strong, toned with training. But, they still had a layer of softness that you admired since you both were Padawan. This softness, in your mind, made him all the more pleasant to snuggle, even as he was insecure about this. You tried to convey how much love you held for him as thanks for what he was about to do for you. But, soon (too soon for your liking), he pulled away from your touches. You chased his lips as he did so, giving him small pecks until he finally calmed your eagerness. “Lay down on my knees, darling. I’m going to give you what you want.” 

Giving him one last kiss, you laid down, just as he asked, your stomach pleasantly on his thighs. Your legs and upper body rested comfortably on the bed, allowing you to stuff your head into the blankets. Obi-Wan could feel that you were tense, anticipating his next moves. “Let go, sweet one. You need to relax completely, okay? This is all for you.” He pulled down the panties you intended to sleep in and pulled your shirt up to reveal your backside completely. He began to rub you tenderly, making you as comfortable as possible under his touch. Then, without warning, he lifted his hand up and brought it back down swiftly. The smack! that the spank made was more shocking, at first, than the pain. That was, until, the lasting sting settled into your skin. He almost immediately raised his hand again, bringing it down a bit harder than the first time. You moaned with this one, kicking your leg slightly at the sensation.

Obi-Wan moves his hand down your body to begin playing with your pussy, dipping his fingers into your hole delicately. “Am I satisfying you, my darling? Does it feel good to be spanked?” Nodding your head, he finally thrust his fingers into you deeper, curling them slightly. After a few thrusts, he abruptly pulled them out, causing you to gasp at the emptiness. He then spanked you swiftly, bringing his hand down harshly. You shoved your head into the mattress and moaned, attempting to muffle your sounds and embarrassment. “Darling, I want you to use your words. Lift your head up and let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He then spanked you again, emphasizing his point.

You let out a small groan as you lifted your head, “S-so good, Obi. You’re making me feel real good. Please keep spanking me, s-spank me harder, Obi.” You babbled out, trying to get him to keep going. He immediately responded to your request, bringing his hand down onto your ass, spanking you with the most force he had given you all night. You let out a deep moan, giving Obi what he wanted, and breathed out a simple “More.” 

Obi-Wan brought down more blows to your backside, causing you to moan and squirm under his touch, going back and forth on either side of your ass. Intermittently, he would finger you roughly. Shoving his two middle fingers into you, he would curl and spread them wide. Your hole would stretch wonderfully on his fingers alone, but his practiced movements and the lasting sting of his spanking brought you closer and closer to the edge very quickly. Your pussy was so wet that each time Obi-Wan thrust his fingers, you could hear your own wetness. The noise, mixed with your subtle gasps and loud moans became almost unbearable. These noises that filled the room caused your embarrassment from earlier to double down. As the embarrassment grew like a pit in your stomach, distracting you from the pleasure, you shoved your face into the mattress. Your ass throbbed slightly, and you could tell that it must be bright red under Obi-Wan’s gaze (just like your face). But, he quickly noticed that your head was down and could sense your deep-seated embarrassment. “Darling, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, you’re doing so well for me,” he reassured you. Squirming under his praise, Obi-Wan groaned and bucked his hips. You could now feel the outline of his bulge underneath you. “Can’t you feel that? You’re going to make me cum in my pants and you haven’t even touched me. Your noises and reactions are so beautiful,” he then leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I want to hear how I’m absolutely wrecking you.”

“T-then keep going, Obi. Wanna be a good girl and cum on your fingers,” you slur out, interrupted by a groan as Obi-Wan thrusts a third finger into you, “k-keep spanking me, I need to cum.”

Obi-Wan hums above you, continuing to curl and thrust his fingers “So needy, little one. Addicted to my fingers, hm?” You moaned out an agreement, grinding your hip into his groin. He pulls his fingers out of you immediately, spanking you and then rubbing your ass delicately. “Trying to tease me, love?”

“Nuh-uh...trying to help.”

He hummed again, in thought, “I see. Well, why don’t you help me by making yourself cum? Rub your clit for me while I finger you, darling.” You squirmed your hand down and began rubbing your clit fervently, trying to make Obi-Wan proud. He chuckled lightly at your excitement over the permission he gave you, “Little one, you can slow down.” His laughter would have embarrassed you if not for the fact you knew he was just as wrecked and desperate as you were. You shook your head, desperately trying to achieve the release you’d been teetering toward since Obi-Wan began fingering you that night. As you rubbed yourself, you felt Obi’s fingers tease you at your entrance again, fingering you at a pace that matched your movements. You began to thrust your hips up and into his fingers, shoving your forehead into the mattress aggressively in pleasure. “Cum on my fingers, darling. I know you can do it for me.” Your climax built and built until, finally, your walls tensed around Obi-Wan’s fingers and your legs began to shake. You rubbed your clit through your orgasm, but Obi-Wan pulled his fingers out almost immediately as soon as it started. He spanked your ass, roughly, as you came, not stopping until you pulled your fingers away after all of the aftershocks that wracked through your body. Your moans were high-pitched praises and thanks to Obi-Wan. As you laid there, catching your breath, you felt Obi-Wan’s bulge press softly into your hip, a reminder of what you did to him. 

On shaky legs, you moved to straddle Obi-Wan again. You could sense he was about to protest, but you shush him with a delicate kiss. After you pulled away, you said to him softly, “Wanna help you, Obi. Wanna make you feel good like you made me feel.” You begin to grind down on his crotch through his pants. You look him in the eyes as they become blown-wide with lust. Just as your wet pussy grinds against him, soaking his thin pajama pants, he bucks his hips up, his precome soaking his pants from the inside. 

He wraps his arms around you, causing you to slot your head into the crook of his neck as he rubs the back of your head delicately, running his fingers through your hair. Obi-Wan murmured praise into your ear. What catches you off guard, however, is how, as his grip around you tightened and his thrusts increased in frequency, he whispered so gently in your ear “I love you, darling.” He moaned roughly against your ear, “Thank you for caring for me.” His words were drawn out and broken up by moans. You can tell his statements are genuine as if caring for you is what truly fulfills him, not just his participation in the Jedi Order. You both value your lives as Jedi and adhere to your religion, but the way you look into each other’s eyes shows the genuine love and compassion you hold for each other. You would drop any and everything for the other person, no matter what. His thrusts eventually stall against your cunt, groaning loudly.

Obi-Wan was then the one to hang his head in embarrassment as he grumbled into your shoulder. “I just came in my pants, little one. Look what you do to me.”

You giggle sleepily as you move to get off of him so he can clean himself up. “At least you did it for me, darling. I’m very proud of you.” He almost glowed with the praise but winced when he saw you struggle to get off of his lap. As you stood up, the pain buzzing on your ass finally settled in, causing you to groan slightly. “Kriff, that was worth it...but Maker does it hurt.” 

You laid down on the bed, watching as Obi-Wan left to clean himself and grab some bacta for you. Once he came back, he knelt on the floor to apply the gel to your behind, and you responded to his earlier exclamation.

“I love you, too, Obi. Thank you for caring for me, tonight and every night.”

“Of course, darling. You do the same for me in ways you don’t even know.” He pressed his lips to yours for the last time that night and climbed into bed.

[rizubaby]

Sex underneath the stars | Kaito Momota.

18+ content warning | minors dni.

genre ; NSFW oneshot.

request ; Kaito and reader having sex underneath the stars, but Kaito keeps interrupting the mood by talking about space.

tags ; fem!reader, boyfriend experience, oral/fingering, semi-rough sex, sex outside, vulgar language.

Location: courtyard of the academy.

Time: 10:25 pm.

. . .

"K-Kaito, not so fast!" you giggle, your purple spiky haired boyfriend of nearly three months hastily dragging you by your arm as you struggled to keep up with him. After a long and tiring day, the sun has already set and has made room for the gentle glow of the moon. You had both been busy all day, and the suggestive and lustful looks you were giving each other were NOT helping in the slightest. Every time you'd walk past each other, you could feel the unspoken sexual tension build up. God, you wished he would just drag you out for a few minutes and rail you in the nearest empty classroom. But that's not what happened.

Patiently awaiting the day to end and everybody to go back to their dorms, Kaito had come up with a plan. While you two were busy "tidying up the classroom", the rest of the other students made their way back to their rooms. What a perfect lie that was. Fortunately, none of them suspected anything or thought it was odd you two would stay behind. You had agreed to keep your relationship a secret for the time being, because you valued your privacy and wanted to see where this relationship was heading.

As soon as the announcement for nighttime passed, a lustful grin appeared on Kaito's face. You walked up towards him and eagerly pulled him in for a kiss, expecting him to undress you right then and there and fuck the life out of you. But he didn't.

"Kaito? What's wrong?" you asked, looking up into his deep lilac eyes. He smiled at you, immediately grabbing you by your wrist. "I have a much better idea. Come with me."

. . .

As he was quickly dragging you through the halls of the school, you soon walked out into the courtyard. Looking up at the sky, you stood there in awe for a second as the dark midnight sky and bright stars completely surrounded you. Kaito wasted no time and dragged you further back, to the place where you two kissed for the first time, and where he later asked you to be his girlfriend.

"It's... beautiful," you whisper, eyes still wandering to observe the endless amount of small and bright stars. Your eyes dart back over to your boyfriend, who was looking at you with a small smirk. He swiftly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, lustfully pressing his lips against yours.

Soft little whimpers escaped your lips as you continued your passionate kiss, feeling his hands slowly slide down and squeeze your beautifully shaped ass. He couldn't contain his large grin as he was cupping your soft behind, and it was kind of adorable. Soon after, he pulled away from your kiss for a moment and gently laid you down on the grass, eagerly pulling off your shirt and his and tossing them aside. He brought his face closer and lustfully started sucking on your tits while one of his hands made it's way down your panties.

"K-Kaito, h-hah..." you whimpered, finally feeling his hands and mouth all over you just like you'd been fantasizing about all day. You felt your face burn up, looking down at him as he was sucking on one breast and squeezing the other, slowly pulling down your panties with his other hand. He let go of your soft breasts and smirked, pressing two fingers against your dripping entrance.

"Mm, you're so wet for me baby..."

All you could do was let out a surprised whimper, feeling the cold air and his warm fingers against your folds simultaneously. As he slowly pushed his fingers deeper inside of you, he leaned in for another sweet kiss to muffle your moans. Your face was burning hot, and all you could focus on in that moment was how good his fingers felt inside you.

As he was thrusting his fingers in and out of you and stimulating your g-spot, he let his eyes wander for a moment and looked up at the sky. Like a child fixated on a toy inside a toystore, his attention quickly moved towards all the constellations in the sky above you.

"Babe, look! That's Ursa Major!"

He nudged you and pointed at the sky, his finger tracing the outline of the constellation. What the hell? Um, hellooo, we're busy here! And how the hell is he able to finger you and focus on something completely different at the same time?!

You looked up at him in confusion, not really being able to comprehend what was happening. His fingers were still working their magic, yet your arousal immediately plummeted significantly. His face turned towards you again for a second, and he started sucking on one of your breasts once again. You decided to laugh it off for now, dismissing it as another one of his quirky characteristics. Trying to focus on the pleasure he was giving you again, you let your fingers run through his hair.

Not even a minute or so later, he stopped, and with a childishly excited expression he started rambling on about space and everything he knew about the constellations he had just observed.

"Babe, did you know that the constellation of Ursa Major and Ursa Minor could be traced back to the Cosmic Hunt myths, which date back more than 13,000 years? And did you know that--"

"Kaito, stop!"

The purple haired boy immediately stopped talking, and looked at you with a surprised expression. He did not expect you to react like that, so it instantly clicked that there was something wrong. You grabbed his wrist, signaling him to stop. You sighed.

"Listen, I know you love talking about space. And it is a beautiful night tonight, I really appreciate that you took me here. But... baby, we're kind of in the middle of something!"

You could see the expression on his face change, and he seemed to get a little embarrassed by his actions. You cupped his face in your hands and looked deeply into his eyes.

"We've been waiting for this all day, I need you so bad. So please... give me your full attention."

Something about the way you said it made him instantly forget everything he wanted to say, and he felt the tent in his pants growing. The way you always managed to snap him out of it and make him focus on you made him appreciate you even more. You knew him better than anyone and always knew what he needed, and somehow whatever you'd say to him now would only make him want to fuck you even more.

"You're right. I'm sorry... let me make it up to you," he stated, bringing his face to your neck and gently planting kisses all over. He brought his lips closer to your ear, and whispered;

"Let me show you how much I need you."

Hearing him say that in that low and lustful voice of his made your pussy throb. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him as close to you as he could, reaching down and cupping him through his pants. A soft grunt escaped him as he started kissing down your neck and collarbones, reaching down as well to pull down his pants and boxers. But instead of positioning himself in front of your entrance, he slowly kissed his way down to the inside of your thighs, making your longing for him almost unbearable.

"As much as I want to feel you around me, I want to taste you first..."

Without warning, he hungrily started lapping at your clit. Your back arched in response, and you frantically reached for him. Gripping onto his hair tightly and your legs shaking, the sudden shift in tone made you near your climax already. Aroused little moans and whimpers came out of you, and he loved every sound you made.

"That's it, cum for me baby.. Cum on my face, hm..." he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice against your skin sending shivers up your spine. Within seconds, your first high washed over you and it left you a trembling mess with your boyfriend's face between your thighs. A satisfied groan came from him as he licked your soaked folds, making you extremely flustered by how much he loved it when you came on his face.

Without saying a word, Kaito quickly got up and lifted your legs over his broad shoulders, positioning himself at your entrance and rubbing the tip of his cock in between your lips.

"K-Kaito, p-please, I need-- Ah!"

Finally not being able to contain himself any longer, he pushed his length all the way inside. He let out a soft grunt and immediately started pumping into you. His pace was incredible, and the way he filled you up was just perfect. With your legs in the air and over his shoulders, the angle in which he was pounding into you made him go even deeper. He reached down and started stimulating your clit with his thumb whilst he was fucking you, grinning at the sight of your flustered face.

"Mm, you feel so fucking good around me baby.." He muttered, firmly gripping your hips with his other hand. Seeing you in a state of pure extacy made him so incredibly hard for you, slowly picking up the pace with every thrust. The sloppy sounds of your bodies colliding and aroused moans made for a beautiful symphony, something you'd be thinking about long after this night.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon... S/o, come with me," Kaito whispered, leaning forward and muffling both of your moans with another lustful kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close as you tightly wrapped your legs around his waist. He was thrusting into you so hard and so fast, it felt like you were going to lose your mind at any moment. All you could do was incoherently moan out his name while digging your nails into his back. Kaito's face was buried against your chest, clenching his jaw as his breathing became increasingly hitched and laboured. "A-Ah, f-fuck..! Baby, come with me- Hngh!"

Feeling your walls tightly clench around his cock, his thick ropes of cum finally spilled inside of you, making you let out a final loud moan. Milking him of every last drop, he grunted loudly as he rode out his high. He honestly couldn't believe you felt so fucking good. This was by far the best sex you ever had since you two got together.

He finally collapsed on top of you, both panting heavily as you slowly came down from your incredible orgasms. Kaito gently pulled out, admiring the sight of his thick cum dripping out of you. He chuckled, a satisfied smile forming on his face as he reached down and kissed you lovingly.

Kaito quickly grabbed his coat and hung it over your shoulders. He laid back down on the grass with his hands behind his head and you nuzzled up against him, looking up at the stars once again.

"That was amazing, heh... We should really do this more often," he laughed.

"Okay, but you have to promise me to not talk about space anymore while we have sex."

"Hahaha, fine. I only have eyes for you anyway."

[the-last-kenobi]

I adore your qui gon and obi wan stuff so can we get a number 8 on the prompt list with obi wan and qui gon?

Absolutely!! I’m so glad you chose that one; I’ve loved every single prompt I’ve gotten but this one breaks the mold a little.

I hope this lives up to your expectations!

From this various prompts list.

_

When Qui-Gon Jinn set foot on the planet of Melida/Daan for the second time, he had a fixed set of expectations.

He expected to find the same war-torn, shattered homes and abused soil, the same decimated populations, the same stench of death. He expected to find the underground hideouts where the children hid from the wrath of their parents, and where the Melida plotted against the Daan and the Daan against the Melida. He expected to find a bruised and shame-faced former Jedi Padawan, ready to humble himself before the Council.

He expected to have to offer both comfort and stern reprimand to this child who, as much of a delight as he had once been, no longer deserved to be his apprentice.

And he did find some of that.

He also found fields of green grass, and abandoned fields of half-plucked vegetation and fruits.

A memorial garden.

A row of corpses covered neatly in cloths, lining the road, respectfully untouched.

Faded posters announcing committees and treaties and open elections, speeches and remembrance services.

A mural on a stone wall, somewhere between impressionist and abstract, of a line of children and adults, the children in the center. Towards the very middle, almost exactly so, was the image of a young boy with pale russet locks hanging an inch loose, and Qui-Gon paused, observing warily as if the image might come to life and attack him.

But it was only an image, and Obi-Wan Kenobi was only a wayward child.

And none of this is was going as anticipated.

The Jedi Master tried to recall what Yoda had told him before chivvying him out the door, but in truth he had not processed much of it aside from Obi-Wan’s name and the understanding that he had asked to be retrieved from Melida/Daan.

Why?

Clearly things had changed, immensely — and yet, in the background, the continued sound of bombs going off and weapons firing, and not a living being in sight.

Qui-Gon continued deeper into the core of the civilization, skirting the worst of the ruins but avoiding the main road in a passing effort to go unnoticed.

It did not last long.

“Master Jedi!” a voice hissed out suddenly, and Qui-Gon turned sharply to see a young man — maybe nineteen, at most — peering at him around the corner of the nearest building, pressed close to the wall. He gestured shortly and vanished.

Qui-Gon took a moment to cast out his senses. The Force bore no distinct warning, so he crossed the road quickly and ducked around the corner.

The young man was waiting for him. Up close it was clear that he was younger than he had appeared, perhaps seventeen, just emerging from the gangly limbs stage, and he was coated in dirt and grime — some of it oddly strategic, smeared across his cheekbones and the crown of his forehead, darkening and muting them. Dark hazel eyes considered Qui-Gon suspiciously.

“You were expecting me,” Qui-Gon stated.

The boy nodded. “I was. Obi-Wan said you would be arriving today, maybe tomorrow.”

A strange jolt ran through Qui-Gon. He had not said Obi-Wan’s name aloud himself, not since that day almost eight months before, and while he had heard other Jedi mention it, it was off-putting to hear this total stranger use it. So familiarly. Like he knew Kenobi well. Qui-Gon brushed the thoughts aside like so many cobwebs and spoke again: “Well, here I am. Where next?”

He did not say, ‘Where is Obi-Wan?’

For some reason, it would have felt like a confession.

The boy pressed his lips into a flat line, as if the Jedi had failed some sort of test. “…I’ll show you. Stick close to me and don’t do anything reckless. Stealth is our best ally right now. Only ally, really.”

Qui-Gon wondered what he was, then, since he was certainly not included in this mysterious “we.”

It was slightly insulting, and sharply painful, to be lectured on strategic maneuvers by what amounted to a child soldier.

Nevertheless, Qui-Gon followed him.

They wound their way through the settlement, bypassing craters where homes had stood and also far more intact buildings, still crisp and clean and bearing that unmistakable scent of newness.

These, more than any of the others, were painted with images of children and adults standing together, plastered with announcements, and more than one — many — almost all — featuring that flame-haired youth. More often than not he was framed closely by two others. Another boy, this one slightly taller and leaner with dark hair. And a girl, a little smaller, with bold waves and startling green eyes.

The boy with the dirty face turned his head to look at each of them, though he did not slow.

After what felt like a very long time, Qui-Gon found himself entering what seemed to be a cellar. It was dark and musty, but before he could question it, his guide went to a section of the wall and pushed, popping open a panel that sank away and slid to one side.

“This way,” he said unnecessarily.

In they went. It was a tunnel, low and long, and Qui-Gon had to stoop halfway just to move. The boy, several inches shorter, had less trouble.

A few minutes of breathless, blind stumbling later, and they reached a reinforced door.

The boy knocked slowly, then quickly; stopped, and then knocked rapidly again. “It’s me!” he called through the crevice. “He’s here.”

There was a grinding sound, and then the door swung open to reveal bright light. The boy slipped through without hesitation, but the Jedi Master was more wary, blinking and waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light before slowly entering the room, still bowed low from the tunnel.

When he rose, he was looking directly into the eyes of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The boy had changed, and yet was exactly the same.

There was no other way to describe it.

He had certainly shot up an inch or so in height. His Jedi tunics were gone; he was wearing a stained white tunic of much poorer cloth and simpler cut, over a pair of patched brown trousers and sturdy boots. His robe was still the one he had worn when he had first arrived all those months ago, but he had sewn the sleeves so that they did not dangle over his wrists or hang wide and loose; instead they were drawn closer, but not so tight that they impeded his movement.

His hair seemed more coppery red than before as it hung loose and untidy, coming to slightly ragged ends halfway between his jawline and his shoulders. Some of the baby fat had melted away, driven off no doubt by stress and hunger and emotion, and his cheekbones stood out a little too much.

But it was his eyes that struck Qui-Gon.

They seemed exactly the same.

Pale blue-green, wide and friendly and innocent, sweet as they had been on the day they met.

Unbearably naive.

Those eyes flickered with shock for a moment, and then the boy stepped forward and offered out his hand. “Master Jinn,” he said.

Qui-Gon blinked. Perhaps if he waited a moment, Obi-Wan would remember that Jedi bowed? But the boy merely stared at him with his hand extended, and so Qui-Gon grasped it and shook briefly before letting go.

The boy did not seem particularly bothered. He turned to the rest of the room. “You’re all ready?”

“Yes,” came a chorus of voices.

Freed from the strangeness of Obi-Wan and his gaze, Qui-Gon looked around. There were several others present — all humans, all young, all grimy. Maybe a dozen or so in number. The room he was in was spacious, a little low-ceilinged and plain. It had the air of a bunker, with bright lights that aggravated the eyes and dull walls and functional furniture. Most notably, the enormous table in the center.

It was spread with maps, fliers, announcement posters, detailed blueprints for buildings and machinery, tidy sketches outlining strategies and countermeasures. Qui-Gon’s keen eyes caught words like ‘anti-terrorism,’ ‘knowledge is courage,’ ‘long-range missile launcher,’ and ‘riot activity.’ And, half-concealed under a map of Melida/Daan’s entire surface, a flat holo of three people. Obi-Wan. The dark-haired boy. The girl with green eyes.

“Master Jinn,” Obi-Wan’s voice broke into his observations.

They were all watching him with various degrees of mistrust.

Qui-Gon straightened his spine, and then forced himself to relax a little, trying to radiate comfort and honesty. Even without force sensitivity, they would be eased somewhat.

“Yes, I’m listening,” he assured them.

Kenobi exchanged a quick look with the boy who had guided him here, and the youth shrugged. “He was quick enough and he listened to what I said, but he’s like most adults. Thinking more in his head than paying attention, didn’t even ask my name.”

Qui-Gon started. He hadn’t, had he?

“I—” he began, but the youth cut him off with a dismissive gesture.

“You didn’t ask,” he said. “I’m not sharing now. I’m sure you’ll hear it eventually.”

Obi-Wan nodded as if this were perfectly reasonable. “Master Jinn, are you prepared to take all thirteen of us back to Coruscant?”

“What?” Qui-Gon demanded. He glanced around at the others, who looked even less impressed than before. He felt so unexpectedly out of his depth. What was this place? “I — no, I’m returning you to the Jedi, to the care of the High Council.”

“No,” Obi-Wan said placidly. “You’re not. I’m sure Master Yoda had his reasons for sending you—” the slightest emphasis on the word ‘you’—“but you are here to escort myself and the other twelve to the Core to appear before the Senate. That’s why you were assigned such a large ship. We’re going to make an appeal on behalf of Meldan.”

“Meldan?” Qui-Gon echoed.

“Our planet,” one of the others, a curly-haired, fierce-eyed woman of about twenty-two said. “Obi, are you sure about this? This isn’t at all what you said we could expect.”

“Master Jinn is an exception to many rules,” Obi-Wan told her; as he turned his head to look in her direction, he briefly seemed to change, the tension in his shoulders easing and his face alight with mischief. Then it was gone. He turned back to Qui-Gon, and beneath the veneer of professionalism could be glimpsed a strange aura of… something Qui-Gon couldn’t determine or define.

Their eyes met again, and silence fell for a moment.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan decided. “Yes, this will work. If any Jedi will help ensure you catch the attention of the Senate, it would be Master Jinn. Master Yoda also told me that Master Adi Gallia will be your official patron, which is good; she spends most of her time handling the political side of Jedi affairs.”

“Then we should go now,” said a small boy of no more than nine. “Let’s go!”

“Not just yet, Jocco,” Obi-Wan said soothingly, turning a gentle smile on the child. “We’re not quite ready. We’ll leave in about an hour.”

“Right,” Jocco said, nodding. “Okay.”

Obi-Wan smiled again. “All right, everyone. We have meals to eat and supplies to pack, so let’s keep together and keep organized. Sarai,” he nodded at the curly-haired woman, “and my friend,” a nod to the bitter-eyed nameless guide, “please bring Master Jinn up to speed. Master Jinn,” he added, glancing up from where the smallest children were flocking to his side and clinging to his hands, “I will see you in an hour.”

He left, surrounded by children both far younger and several years older than him, like adoring chicks following their mother, or maybe more like an honor guard. The contrast was both ludicrous and oddly touching.

“You listen to him,” Qui-Gon commented to his tight-lipped companions. “Even though he no longer carries the authority of a Jedi.”

“I haven’t seen any Jedi authority yet,” snapped back his unnamed guide. “Just three Jedi who came, two who left, and one who stayed.”

“It was not our mission to stay,” Qui-Gon replied calmly, tucking his hands inside his sleeves. “Though I can see what compelled him to.”

“Oh, can you?” said Sarai. She folded her arms tightly and assessed him, her lip curling. “I don’t think you see much past the end of your own nose.”

“Petty insults will get us nowhere,” he replied, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of said nose. “And it won’t help you when you speak for your people before the Senate.”

“Me?” an amused smile curled her lips. She looked as if all her suspicions had just been confirmed. “I won’t be speaking, not primarily anyways. I don’t have any governmental authority behind me, I’m just a secondary representative.”

“Same here,” said the young man.

“Governmental authority…? Then who is your speaker?” Qui-Gon asked, slightly bewildered.

“Are you blind?” said the young man. ���Obi-Wan is the leader. Since the other two were assassinated, Obi-Wan is our only head of government.”

_

The next time Qui-Gon laid eyes on his former apprentice, it was mere minutes before their agreed departure time.

The children — Melida, Daan, none of them older than sixteen, aside from former Melida Sarai and former Daan who still refused to share his name — were all gathered next to a large reinforced bay door next to a small fleet of speeders.

Obi-Wan had one arm draped around the shoulders of a ten-year-old boy, murmuring instructions to him, and carrying the little toddler girl on his hip. She was playing with his hair contentedly, unbothered by the preparations going on around her.

If it had been strange to see Obi-Wan before, with his air of sameness-yet-differentness, it was doubly so now.

Knowing what he now knew.

Knowing that Obi-Wan Kenobi had accomplished what he had set out to do and reunited the Melida and the Daan with the help of a few middle-aged adults from both sides and the constant aid of his two companions, Cerasi and Nield. Knowing that he had been fairly elected alongside Cerasi and Nield as the Triumvers — the three Heads of State — of the newly named Meldan.

Knowing that they had been in the midst of Reconstruction both physical and emotional when a radical had betrayed them, murdering innocents gathered for discussions. How Cerasi had been murdered in her bed. How Nield had begun drumming up a military force, only to be assassinated — by a friend of the peace or a foe, who could say? How Obi-Wan had seen all his allies either killed or turn away, and had gathered all he could and retreated below ground, holding tight to his ideals and the legislative power that now backed him.

Knowing how he had continued to sow the seeds of freedom and diplomacy even as the people left above ground resorted again to violence. How he had nurtured genuine friendships among his people, even after having been betrayed.

And here he stood, not even fifteen, making children laugh and reassuring people older than him as he attempted to carry them to freedom and hope.

A government of war-veteran children, led by a former Jedi Padawan.

Qui-Gon watched as everyone was paired up, older teens with younger children, two to a speeder, until at last there was only one vehicle left and only himself and Kenobi still standing.

“I’m afraid I’ll be piloting,” the boy told him. “I’m familiar with the route.”

Qui-Gon swallowed away a bitter taste and merely nodded.

Obi-Wan swung himself up behind the controls, and Qui-Gon moved to sit behind him, and despite everything, despite knowing Obi-Wan’s history over the past eight months, despite being determined not to regard him as his Padawan ever again, it still felt wrong to sit behind. To let the child lead. To let the child sit behind the controls where any decent sniper would aim.

“Stick close and keep low!” Obi-Wan called out.

“Love you Obi!” the same tiny girl cried out from somewhere behind them on another speeder.

Qui-Gon didn’t know what he expected, if he expected anything at all in this strange parallel universe he had wandered into. Nevertheless, Obi-Wan turning his head to grin at the girl and calling back, “Love you too, Cler!” still surprised him.

And then they were off.

The children were clearly well trained, experienced. They seemed to know this back route by heart, undeterred by the semi-light of dusk, and keeping behind outcroppings of rock and trees as much as possible.

Obi-Wan glanced around periodically to check on the others, and every so often one of the others from the back of the parade would speed up to match his pace and give him the all-clear before falling back again.

The breathlessness of the moment settled somewhere in Qui-Gon’s chest. If he could put aside the emotional toll it was taking to sit behind his former student and see him not as a Jedi but as a war-tried planetary ruler, it was easier to be caught up in the rush. The fate of thousands depended on this race for freedom.

The former Jedi Master and Padawan maintained their lead, a slight gap between them and the others.

This served them all well when a blaster bolt came out of nowhere and struck Obi-Wan in his right shoulder, missing his chest only because he sensed it at the last second and twisted away.

There were screams from the smaller children; the older children reacted immediately, scattering their small fleet and engaging their weapons.

“There!” Qui-Gon cried, pointing to a ridge on their right where glimpses of people moving could be seen. His other hand was holding Obi-Wan upright.

“Are you all right to keep piloting?” he shouted.

“For a little while! Hold on, I have a plan!” Obi-Wan shouted back.

“Is it a good plan?”

“Hard to tell until I’ve done it!”

For a second it felt like it had been a year ago, or even better, both of them on the edge of adrenaline and serenity, grinning.

Qui-Gon ignited his lightsaber and deflected two more blaster shots, calling out warnings to the others within earshot.

A speeder went down.

A girl and boy were thrown several meters, crushing in the dust, clinging to one another as they rolled to a stop. On another speeder, Sarai yelled “Here!” and pulled up alongside Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, while Jocco stood up from behind her and leapt.

Qui-Gon’s heart shot to his throat.

But as he extended a hand and caught the child with the Force, Obi-Wan was already doing the same thing, drawing Jocco safely onto their speeder. Sarai, meanwhile, swung her speeder back around and parked it in front of the fallen one, shielding the injured two from view. She stood up on the seat and raised a blaster in each hand, lips twisted in a snarl. “Over here you bastards!” she screamed. “Like shooting at children? Give it your best shot!”

“She’s insane,” said Qui-Gon.

“She’s my second in command!” Obi-Wan laughed. “Now get ready! You’re taking the wheel!”

“What?”

Qui-Gon turned his head just in time to see Obi-Wan launch himself off of the moving speeder with reckless grace, executing a Force-augmented leap to land neatly on the ridge. “Kenobi! What are you doing?” Qui-Gon bellowed.

The boy didn’t respond. He had a blaster in his good hand and dropped out of view, directly onto the heads of the people concealed behind the rocks. There were yells; red light flared as weapons went off in rapid succession. Sarai took advantage of the distraction and urged the other two onto her speeder. “Go!” she said.

As soon as they were off, one of the other speeders erupted from the tree-line and swooped in front of her, slowing down enough to allow her to jump aboard behind two smaller children. “Good job kiddos,” Qui-Gon heard her say. Then she looked up at him. “Come on, we have to go!”

“But—Obi-Wan—” he said helplessly.

As he did, Obi-Wan reappeared at the crest of the ridge, a smoking hole in his trouser leg and a bloody furrow over one eye. He looked directly at Qui-Gon and mouthed, ‘Go! Take the others and run, now!’

Then he was gone again.

A pained look crossed Sarai’s face, but she glanced at Jocco sitting on his lap and smoothed it away at once. “He knows what he’s doing,” she said. “Now come on!”

They sped off, trailing dust and a broken wreck, following in the wake of the other speeders far ahead of them.

In the distance, the ship gleamed in the low light, a beacon for them to follow.

The others were waiting for them when they arrived, arranged defensively around the ship, protecting their only mode of transportation. The nameless boy was standing front and center, an adapted blaster rifle in his arms, looking ready to kill anyone who got too near. Jocco ran straight to him.

Sarai helped the other two down and began loading everyone onto the ship, which opened at Qui-Gon’s command.

He and the boy with the rifle waited.

And waited.

The sun set in earnest, and darkness fell.

And still they waited.

“Can you make your appeal to the Senate without him?” Qui-Gon said suddenly.

The young man whipped his head around to look at him. “What?”

“Can you make your appeal without Obi-Wan?”

He sneered. “In his absence, legal responsibility falls to Sarai and me. But it’s not the same.”

“No, it’s not.” Qui-Gon agreed.

There was a brief silence.

“Can you pilot this starship?”

“What?”

Qui-Gon did not repeat himself this time, and the young man’s eyes widened, his grip on his rifle slackening. “You… you want to stay. You want to stay and search for him.”

“You need to leave,” said Qui-Gon quietly. “Can you pilot this starship?”

“My name’s Radan,” the young man said brusquely, extending a grimy hand. “And yeah, between me and Kieln we can figure it out pretty quickly.”

“Good,” said Qui-Gon shaking his hand firmly. “As soon as you exit your first hyperspace jump, contact Master Yoda, it’s all programmed into the system. Tell him what happened.”

He looked again to the shadowed horizon, to the dark smudge several kilometers distant that was the stone ridge where he had last seen Obi-Wan.

“Tell him,” he paused. “…Tell him I am going to stay with my Padawan.”

Radan paused halfway up the ramp, turning to look back, a look of concern crossing his young face. “Even if he’s never going back to the Jedi?” he asked.

Qui-Gon hesitated.

“I suppose we’ll have to wait and see, won’t we? Obi-Wan is capable of making his own decisions.”

Qui-Gon turned back towards the horizon, towards Obi-Wan.

“But I will not leave him again.”

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