#the other two aah whatever

[bunnigumi]

─ A LITTLE BIT HARDER NOW!

WHEN HE PULLS BACK theres drool collecting at the corner of your mouth. You're red in the face, eyes averting in shame 'cause you really do like it when he presses on your tummy like that.

cw. megumi x reader , stomach bulge , tummy pressing , size kink

Right now, Megumi has his grab on your thighs, blunt nails digging into soft flesh, thumbs circling pink bites on the inner sides. It's a routine that's starting to become familiar. Your hips are slightly lifted up from the bed, and he really cant explain why, but when he can see the outline of his dick through your stomach, he absolutely loses it.

You were horrified at the sight when you first saw it, but Megumi on the other hand? He was turned on the most he's been in his entire life.

He just loves pressing on the bulge in your little tummy. Its addicting—watching you squirm and whine and protest with little results. Seeing the way you cant decide if you want to stray from his touch or arch further into it. Loving how big his dick is compared to you.

"Fuck baby," he breathes out in awe. "See that? Feel it? Can you feel my cock deep inside you?" He groans as he pulls out all the way just to slam back into you, starting a fast, rough pace that doesn't seem to let up and makes the sound of sticky arousal totally embarrassing.

A hand retreats from where it's holding up your thigh to grab one of your own hands, wrestling the grip you have on crumpled sheets and guiding it down to your stomach.

"Wha- nghh, M'gumi, don't—!" A long, drawn out moan escapes your lips before the rest of your complaint can. Your hand is trembling, and too weak to escape his grab.

"C'mon sweet girl, don't you like how full I can make you feel?" He coos.

Your head falls to the side, attempting to push your face into the soft pillows, "N-noo... feels so weird..." The drawn out nature of your words make you sound unsure. Megumi doesn't believe that you don't like it, because oh, he knows you do.

"Awwh... you sure you don't like it, baby?" He says, faux innocence laced in his sweet tone. You pout. You know what he's doing to you, and hes so wrong for it. He leans in closer, tilting his head, teasing you so you get all embarrased—hot and flustered. "I should just pull out then if it's too much."

You shake your head so fast you almost get dizzy, unable to form any coherent words. Only small uh-uh's make it past your moans.

It's too hot. Megumi is so, very close to you right now. You're able to feel the radiating warmth of his body, his breath against your ear. With the added weight of his teasing, it becomes far too invading. You bury your face deeper into the pillows.

When you get like that, the heat always pressures you into spilling whatever you don't want to say—always. You make for a terrible, terrible liar.

"What about when I do it like this?" You face him again with curiosity. Your brows are furrowed, sweat beads down your hairline. Glossy eyes search his face in confusion in the cutest way ever before dilating in panic.

He adds more pressure and forces your hand harder onto your stomach, closing the little distance seperating the two of you to kiss you sloppily. You make a noise of shock, whining as he continues to knead your hand onto it.

Your cries melt back into the sound of pleasure, moaning into the kiss, your whining dying down.

When he pulls back theres drool collecting at the corner of your mouth. You're red in the face, eyes averting in shame 'cause you really do like it when he presses on your tummy like that. "Tell me how much you love it," he taunts.

When you're like this, you're able to feel all of him. Able feel every single thrust just grazing your cervix, senses going into overdrive as you subconsiously stop trying to fight his hold on your hand with the little to no strength you were using to begin with.

"I, hahh, love it! Love your cock s-so much! Feel so full... hah- aah—!" With one last thrust, your back arches, core unraveling around his length. Walls tightening, spasming in a way that makes Megumi spill all his praises. As your chest heaves heavily, your abdomen flexes and tightens, revealing the silhouette of your boyfriend's cock stuffed inside of you even clearer now.

The corner of his mouth quirks up in pride, "I bet you do, baby. I fuckin' bet."

He really should start doing this more often.

[jesuistrestriste]

this is my request for more patrick. dare i say artrick. dare i say them both totally pliable in your hands. i am terribly greedy and want to see sub!artrick and dom!reader written by you. please and thank

love youuuuu

eee hope this is to your liking annie ♥️ muah muah muah !

cw (18+) : sub!art donaldson, sub!patrick zweig, dom!reader, messy handjobs, desperation, dirty talk, patrick and art work for it

“does this feel good?” you breathe out, your voice almost shaky from the feeling of both sets of lips on your neck.

“mmn—yeah, yeah, i’m s’good,” art slurs into your left side, bucking up into your sticky hand, “can i—more—ah, faster—? aah-!”

patrick bites at your right earlobe and whimpers against your skin. his cock throbs in your right fist, dribbling with fluid from his attentive slit. it looks like melting glass pouring down his sensitive flesh.

“please,” he groans, “touch my tip, please.. oh, fuck, please—“

you chuckle and then suck in a soft breath when the blonde nips needily at your shoulder, lathing over it with his tongue after in apology. sometimes when his body starts to ache with arousal, he has to find an outlet for it—and sometimes that means biting, grabbing, sobbing, the like. patrick’s usually only slightly more restrained. they’re like two sides of the same coin, both constantly vying for attention, only in subtly different ways. it’s a good thing that you’ve trained them to stop bickering when you’re playing with their willing bodies. otherwise, they’d be at each other’s throats a bit right now.

“behave.”

that singular word from your mouth snaps them both back into place like rubber bands. art pants, high-pitched and whiny, while patrick grabs at the front of your body. he palms over your chest and squeezes whatever he can cup.

“i’m sorry,” you hear earnestly from the left side, accompanied by a calloused hand rubbing your inner thigh. you fist the back of his golden curls, which elicits a sharp, guttural cry to spring forth. his length twitches, balls drawn up.

“sorry, ungh, sorry,” comes from the right side, but less earnest and more please, just don’t stop. your other hand rubs at his bouncing leg. his eyes roll back under heavy lids, eclipsing his colorful irises.

“who wants to come?”

art smushes himself into your side and accidentally slides his dick through your returned grip, shuddering, “me, me—i wanna—.. please, it hurts—“

he swallows his mouthful of drool and buries his face into your neck. whines like a newborn puppy. grabs at your bicep.

patrick tugs roughly at the waistband of your bottoms, desperately wanting to slide his hand down and make you feel good. you can practically feel the waves of heat radiating off of his dazed body.

“i’m ready to come for you, feel me,” he takes his other hand and wraps it around your hand that’s holding his length, urging you to squeeze him a bit more and feel how much he needs it, “i’m so close.. so close, s’ close, i feel it coming..”

you slide your hands off of them at the same time. they crumple forward and moan brokenly at nearly the exact same moment, both feeling the swell of their peaks taper off painfully when your curled fingers caress the undersides. they pout and look up to your eyes.

“are you both going to be good for me?”

simultaneous nods follow the question. unsurprising. they share a look between themselves, then back to you.

you place a hand on the back of art’s neck first, then patrick’s. a soft smirk creeping over your lips as you urge them both forward in front of your eyeline.

they seem to get the hint, their gazes immediately fixating on one another. patrick’s the first to move, reaching his touch from your body to cup art’s ruddy cheek. the blonde leans into the touch like its some sort of lifeline, pleading for any point of contact he can get. he dives in and smushes his lips to the brunette’s, licking at his bottom one to beg for entry. pat obliges.

while you watch them begin to sync up, all broken sounds and lewd smacking and furrowed brows, you spit into your palms and bring them back down to begin pumping them. watching them kiss is like watching them play tennis: they know exactly what to do. it’s almost like they’re doing a dance.

art’s eyes flutter open and roll back, patrick’s squeezing shut tighter. their jaws slack and they lick into each other’s open mouths, gulping each other’s cries down greedily—like they’re consuming one another’s pleasure in the midst of their own. you feel a blurt of warm lubricant seep between your fingers from art’s cock, and a thrum of heat runs through your spine at the realization. he’s always been one to enjoy making-out. thoroughly, actually. he can finish just from it alone. patrick needs a bit more stimulation.

so, expectantly, the brunette chokes on a soft sob against his opposite’s bottom lip and drags his tongue over it. “more,” he murmurs, “aangh, jus’ a bit more—“

you stroke them both faster and they nearly break. pat bites down hard on art’s lip and art yelps, his hips bouncing with your touch.

“gentle, patrick, gentle,” you remind him, thumbing the ridge of his cockhead, the area pulsing and hot to the touch.

art sniffles, kissing his tennis partner deeper despite the sting from the clamp of his teeth. their hands are all over each other now. clawing at forearms and snagging handfuls of hair and gripping over shoulders. it’s a mess.

suddenly, patrick breaks the kiss and whimpers against art’s jaw—low and stuttered. art tries to kiss him again, too lost in the feeling to realize he’s stopped, but misses his lips and mouths at his cheek instead.

“i’m too close,” the brunette shudders, “please, can i come yet? i can’t hold it anymore, it’s gonna come out, gonna come,” he murmurs urgently.

“art, are you ready too?”

he nods, licking over the sweat on pat’s skin depravedly. he kisses him again, finding his lips. “mhmmmn—!”

you slide your hands up to begin rapidly jerking their tips, using their oozing evidence of arousal to work them up to their frayed ends. art squeezes patrick’s arm, mouth open and letting out little sounds that rise in pitch—higher, higher, higher—almost there. patrick tries in vain to fuck into your touch, his pelvis stuttering, his fluids leaking over his happy-trail.

“are you boys going to come now?”

art mewls sharply, patrick swallows thickly around a throaty sob. any more teasing, and you’d never hear the end of it. it’d be cruel, really.. and they’ve been good enough.

you press your thumbs to their tacky frenulums. rubbing quick, successive circles there. just how they like it—just what they need.

“.. let it all go.. show me how obscene and filthy you both look when you break..”

and they do.

they shatter.

their visions white out dizzily as the stimulation reaches the point of no-return; their mouths opening and bodies convulsing in ways that are nothing short of pornographic.

“oh, fuuuck—!” patrick gushes, ropes pouring from him in heavy waves, the paralyzing jabs of pleasure rendering him useless and twitchy as he orgasms. the thick, clotted load spills copiously.

a string of clinging spit bridges their lips as art leans back to pant raggedly. he looks down and watches as his own climax floods the gaps between your fingers and bubbles frothily as your movements refuse to relent. he uses his free hand to grab your wrist, thrusting reflexively as he hiccups and nearly squeals from the overstimulation. “ow—hmmngh—coming, coming, so much—“

you touch both of them until tears spring to the corners of their eyes, threatening to spill down their cheeks as they writhe and squirm in their seats. you suck your inner cheek between your teeth and bite down to resist the desire to torture their parts until they’re too fucked-out to form a thought. you’ve done it before, and it backfired when they weren’t able to stand up afterwards. all limp and shaky. maybe another time.

you slow your movements and slide your fists off of their shafts with a wet squelch, both of them curling inward from the oversensitivity.

“good job,” you croon, “didn’t realize you both were so pent up.. look at my hands..”

you hold up your messy palms to show them what they did. they look up with vacant stares, still breathing heavy and lost in the aftershocks.

“what do you say, hmm? you know what i need to hear.”

art lolls his head to rest on your shoulder and moans lowly, chest rumbling. patrick leans forward to sigh against your neck.

“thank you,” you hear on your left, “thank you so much,” follows on your right.

you smile.

“you’re welcome.”

[wonderjanga]

Custody Battle

You know those AUs when Black Adam finds out about Billy being a kid, so he wants to adopt him? Let’s explore a different aspect of that. People think Marvel and Adam are the dads of Mary Marvel, and a kid named Billy, who might potentially be Junior. People also think they’ve been going through a messy divorce.

Marvel: “How many times do I have to tell you? I- Uh Billy, won’t be going to Kahndaq with you!”

Black Adam: “If I throw in the girl, will you let me then?”

Marvel: “Who? Mary?”

Black Adam: “Yes, her. If I’m correct, she’s also a child.”

Marvel: “Wha? Still no! Throwing her in made the deal worse!”

People are thinking Marvel isn’t letting Adam see their kids. People are also wondering how the two had kids, how long they’ve been married, and why it took them so long to divorce. I mean, the two had been throwing each other into buildings long before Adam wanted custody of the kids.

Black Adam: “Being the Wizard’s Champion is too much for you, Batson.”

Marvel: “It is not.” *sassy man eye roll*

As a result of this conversation, the public now thinks two things, one, that Marvel is neglecting his kids due to his work as a hero, or as the Wizard’s Champion. Whatever that means. The thing is though, it isn’t completely surprising because this is gonna be connected this to the “Cap not Caring” post. (In that post, Mary and Billy threaten to kill each other, while Billy fights Freddy)

Marvel: “I don’t want that man around Mary.”

Reporter: “And Billy.”

Marvel: *confused* “What?”

Reporter: “And Billy. Mary and Billy.”

Marvel: “Oh, yeah, and Billy.”

Yeah, people did not like that, because how do you just forget your son exists? To be fair though, Billy’s son is himself. Can you blame him? Too bad that isn’t common knowledge. They’re also flaming him for his “preference” for Mary.

The second thing people think is that Marvel’s name is Batson? People do some digging and find out about C.C.. Billy is now officially his own dad. Now, at the prospect of a child getting potentially kidnapped, or at least having to undergo forced family bonding, some other heroes grew a little concerned.

Marvel: “Guys he’s not getting Billy. I don’t know why he thinks he’s getting Billy. He’s not. I don’t know why he would think he has a choice when the only times he’s been in Billy’s life were to literally ruin it.”

Superman: *extremely concerned* “What..?”

Marvel: “I know right?”

Batman: “Why does Adam now suddenly want Billy?”

Marvel: “Cause he found something out he shouldn’t have.”

Batman: “What did he find out?”

Superman: “Why was a grown man beefing with a child in the first place?!”

Marvel swiftly dodged all the questions by walking away as Clark called after him.

Bonus:

The two get taken to reality court tv.

Marvel: *when it’s his turn to speak* “Jury and judge, he killed his nephew.” *points to Adam*

Jury and Audience: *gasps*

Marvel: “Who’s to say he wouldn’t kill Billy?”

Black Adam: “I’m a changed man now.”

Judge: *glares at Adam for interrupting*

Marvel: “Last week, you slammed me so hard into the ground I ended up in the sewers.”

Black Adam: “That was before, this is now.”

Judge: *bangs gavel* “Mr. Adam! Mr. Marvel is speaking. Refrain from interrupting.”

Black Adam: “Who’re you to tell me that?”

Judge: “The damn judge.”

Audience and Jury: *collective oohs and aahs*

[cxffecoupx]

universe factory

you're live, but all your fans can talk about is 'universe factory'. what in the world is that??

[yourusername is going live right now.]

"hii~ hi you guys, I've missed you!"

"'i see the headphones; will you be gaming today?' yes yes, very keen observation. there's this new game that's launched recently, called 'good coffee, great coffee'. I'll be playing that today."

"for those who don't know, its a game where you basically just have to make coffees for the customers, but they can really be a pain in the butt so you also have to make sure you're doing everything correctly and such. it's really fun though, because it's got an interesting storyline with it where you get to meet other characters too. it's reaaally fun, you should try it out."

you take a moment to read a few of the comments, where fans ask about the game, upcoming works and your life in general.

"okay guys, going to finish a round. i'll read your comments after that."

the next 5 minutes is spent finishing the game, brows furrowed in concentration as you navigate through the level, curses occasionally coming out your lips when the customers give a bad rating, but you're quick to shut them out. after the round ends, you turn to your phone.

"hello again, i've finished day 75 in the game, and i'm fairly pissed at some of the customers who ordered a vanilla latte and then complained when i gave them a... vanilla latte."

you skim through a few more comments before deciding on one.

"'omg is this universe factory?' ...what is a universe factory? i've been seeing a few dozen comments about it, but i really don't know guys."

"'it looks so similar to universe factory aah i can't believe it' guys i genuinely don't know what you're talking about. what is a universe factory? why is everyone talking about it?"

as you watch more comments flood in, you notice most of them are now related to this thing, or whatever, that they're calling 'universe factory', and a look of confusion glazes your face. a while later, clarifications start coming in.

"'it's seventeen woozi's studio. the lights seem very similar to that' ohh well, clearly there's no reason for me to be there heh. these lights were actually a recent upgrade that i did to my room. for the vibes and all... but thank you for the classification! i assure you, this is just my room, not the factory you're mentioning."

"although," you add after taking a few sips of your cola, "i'd love to work with them someday. it's like a bucket list thing, kind of. deep down on the list, though, because it seems pretty unachievable. but they're really talented and amazing, so i'd love to keep hoping."

"anyways, i'm getting back to my game. see you after another round," you conclude and begin the game. the live goes on for about an hour, before you decide that any more could actually become detrimental to your idol image and health.

"well, i guess i should end the live soon before i lose my sanity. thank you so much for watching, guys. thank you for just watching me make coffees for people in a game. i love you, take care, i'll see you next week! bye bye."

once you're sure the live's over, you can only stretch your arms and take in a huge breath before sighing. just as you reach for your cup of cola, two hands pop out of nowhere and pull your cheeks. you turn your head to see jihoon standing beside you, a huge smile plastered to his face.

a rare sight truly.

"hi, my love," he says before pressing a smooch to the top of your head and sitting on the sofa beside your table.

"i'll never understand how you did a live for 6 freaking hours," you speak through sips and he chuckles. "i could barely finish one hour and that's cause i was playing games."

"well, it was just me talking about anime, so i guess i didnt realise time pass by."

"still impressive. oh! and also, the fans almost caught onto us, you know?"

"yeah, i was watching. but you handled it so well."

"aww you softie... but seriously, i thought they might have figured it out. weren't you worried we might get exposed?"

he just waves his hand, shaking his head. "nah. i knew you'd handle it well," he says and takes your hand in his.

"also, even if we do get exposed, i'm not worried. i'd only be glad that the world finally knows we're together," he brings your hand to his lips to press a kiss.

you can't help but smile.

"aah lee jihoon. who knew you'd say such romantic things out of nowhere?"

"it's just what you do to me. by the way, you were saying you wanted to work with me sometime...? you do realise i've got a few tracks of us, right? working hot and heavy with each other?"

a/n: this was waaay better in my head than whatever this turned out to be. this is also a way for me to speak about the game I've been playing recently. anyone here who plays 'good coffee great coffee', hmu i wanna exchange souls w u (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

[tetzoro]

GOOD MORNING, INDEED — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. nanami kento !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after a long night, nanami loves nothing more than to laze around with you all morning.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. established relationship, cockwarming, unprotected sex, praise, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, nanami gets a teensy feral, creampie — WC : 1.6k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : kind of a part two to this fic but you don’t need to read that to read this ! woke up this morning and i needed to write this out so please enjoy <3 this is real and canon btw ᰔ

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

the morning sun started to peek past the curtains and into the room, showering everything in soft golden hues, rousing the world to rise with it. nanami’s hold on you tightened, naked bodies pressed together as he refused to let go.

you could feel him twitch inside of you, his cock still nestled deep between your legs from the night before. you unceremoniously clench around him just thinking about how he had come home last night, all desperate and needy for your touch.

but he owes you — promised he’d fuck you first thing in the morning. his gentle snores quieted a while ago and you could tell he was awake, perfectly content just holding you in his arms on this lazy day.

but you need more, his greedy girl, as he likes to say. you slowly move your hips back against his, searching for some sort of friction from your lover. 

the arms he had wrapped around you tightened, involuntarily shoving himself deeper inside of you, chasing your heavenly warmth.

“don’t start something you can't finish.” he rumbles, the deep sound of his morning voice curling around your ears. you almost gulp, thighs rubbing together as he remains stagnant in your hold, cock all snug within your warm walls.

“i can handle it.” you breathe out. “been waiting for you all night, please ken.”

“alright,” he chuckles lightly, peppering a kiss on the back of your head as he adjusts himself. his arms move from where they were nestled around your stomach and cage you in his hold instead, keeping your back flush against his chest. “anything for you, my love.”

with that, he snaps his hips against yours, your eyes flying open at the sudden pleasure. an elongated moan slipped past your lips, the sound only spurring him on more as he began a steady pace.

“hated being out so late last night.” nanami starts talking, the sound of your sopping cunt taking him repeatedly fills the room. “just wanted to be with you, tucked away in our room.”

“wanted to —aah — wanted that too, ken.” you gasp out, his cock driving into you faster, lodging itself up against your cervix, kissing it with each thrust. 

“you’re so good to me.” he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck, kissing down along the back of your shoulders. “taking me so well. makes me want to quit my job and just stay here with you all day.”

you clamp down on him at his words, wanting nothing more than nanami to quit his sorcerer life, running away with you for a life of pleasure and luxury — the very thing he deserves.

“oh, you like that idea, do you?” he breathlessly chuckles, driving into you harder. whatever mission he was on had taken a toll, one that you knew had him on the cusp of his breaking point. 

“mhm, yes!” you mewl out, trying to meet his thrusts as your high nears. “want you to run away with me.”

“tempting.” he says simply, but his body betrays him — cock pulsing deep within you, screaming for your little shared dream to become a reality. he could see it now, the two of you lounging on the beach, soaking up each others company without a care in the world, far removed from any danger or devastation. “very tempting.”

“please, ken.” you whine, not sure if you were begging for release or for him to go through with leaving the jujutsu world, but you settle on both. in response, his hand moves down your sides, kneading your flesh on his way to your neglected nub, deft fingers quickly encircling it.

your body jolts, pleasure numbing your mind to only focus on him. kento. kento. kento. his name a mantra filling every thought in your head, so full that it slips from between your lips and into the morning air.

“i’ve got you.” he murmurs in your ear before kissing along side it. “let go f’me. always look so pretty when you do.”

with a sweet cry of his name, you clench around him so tightly, a vice like grip hugging and squeezing his cock as you cum, your arousal pooling on the sheets below.

“you’re so perfect, all for me.” his pace drastically slows down, the drag of his cock along your quivering walls had him holding you tighter, getting as close as possible.

nanami takes his time mouthing at your neck, savoring the taste of you as he languidly thrusts his hips. the amount of self control he had was admirable, making sure you came down from your high all safe and sound.

but he had ulterior motives, waiting for you to catch your breath just so he can steal it all over again. as soon as you got a little too comfortable, he snapped his hips back against yours, relishing in your little mewl of surprise.

“didn’t i warn you not to start something you can’t finish?” his warm breath fans your ear.

you hold onto the one arm that remains wrapped around you, clutching onto it as if it’ll protect you from his own vicious thrust. frustrations from the night before ooze out of him — taking it all out on you. 

the way he’s thrusting is nothing short of primal, grunts flowing from his mouth as he takes you the way he wanted to last night if he wasn’t so damn tired. working overtime cut into the time he could be sharing with you, the one that makes his world go round.

“you’re intoxicating.” his voice filled with need as he feels his abdomen tighten, ready to give you every piece of him. “taking me so well, like you were made f’me.”

“we were made for each other.” you hiccup out, trying to keep up with his pace. the coil inside of you was winding up again, pleasure pooling in your gut as you were going to tumble over the edge. your admission has him snapping his hips further into you, unable to hold back any longer. whenever nanami got like this, all you could do was lay there and take it. 

“yes we were.” he pants out, clutching onto you tighter as he loses himself in you. “gonna cum with me?”

“yes! s’close.” you mewl, nanami moving his fingers back to your nub to help push you over the edge. you squeeze around him, ready to milk his cock dry as you twitch under his hold, the pleasure violently consuming you. 

your thighs tremble as the steady pace he had earlier twists into something hurried, erratic. sweet groans of your name drip from his lips into your skin as they press against your shoulder. 

he buries himself within you, hips bucking against the swell of your ass as he cums inside of you, slowly fucking it deeper as you both come down from your high. after a moment, you blink away the pleasurable haze that was settling in your mind, the sound of nanami’s voice bringing you back to him.

“there she is.” nanami says, easily turning you around so you're facing him now. he affectionately caresses your face, eyes filled to the brim with love and adoration for you. 

seeing nanami kento like this was truly a sight to behold, your lips twitching upward knowing you’re the only one that’ll get to see him like this — the walls around his heart all knocked down as he takes your hand and lets you in.

“here i am.” you answer meekly, still trying to catch your breath. you gaze up at him with wide eyes, lashes fluttering softly, one of his weaknesses. the question sat at the tip of your tongue, screaming to be like out yet nothing came out. but like always, he had a knack for reading you all too well.

“you want to know if i was serious, don’t you?” he asks, voice somber. you’d do anything to pack your bags with him now, taking the first flight out of here. but you never wanted to push. after what felt like the longest moment in the world, he answers. “i was going to wait until we were engaged, but yes. i’d love nothing more than to run away with you, leave all of this behind. you’re the only one i want to devote myself to.” 

your smile melts a core part of him, your arms clutching onto him like if you didn’t, he’d float away. but in reality, you were always the very thing to keep him grounded.

“so, when do we leave?” you kiss his face, pressing your lips against every inch of his skin before capturing his lips with yours. the two of you get lost in the kiss, languidly moving against each other like you had all the time in the world. and maybe now you do. the question still swirls around in both of your hands and in a snap, he makes his decision. the ring that was tucked away in his dresser was about to make it’s debut later today, and he couldn’t help give you another kiss in anticipation.

“no time like the present, right?” he said with a smile that sealed both of your fates. “but first, let me make you some breakfast.”

“wait!” you grab onto him before he gets up. he looks down at you in slight confusion before it melts away once your lips press against his once again. “good morning.”

“good morning, indeed.” he says as he pulls away, wrapping you up in the blanket before he moves to the kitchen – ready to start the morning that will define the rest of your lives together.

[fairestwriting]

Could I request headcanons of Ace, Trey, Riddle, and Silver's reactions to getting free snacks from their partner?

𐙚 Riddle Rosehearts

”It’s… are you sure I can have that? Um… I appreciate it, thank you.”

Riddle is a little surprised at first, even though it’s something so simple. He’s just not really used to any sort of spontaneous gifting? Even though Trey does something similar when there’s leftovers of the strawberry tart he likes— But it’s different with Trey, of course.

He is a little bit picky though. He gets conflicted on whether he should accept things he doesn’t like that much. On one hand, Riddle doesn’t really feel like eating these chips… But on the other, you specifically gave them to him. You might have even bought them for him. He can’t bring himself to say no, even if he doesn’t want them, even if he feels like he’s not supposed to eat them…

He always ends up eating at least some of it though. As he gets more used to it, it becomes a little bit easier to explain that he doesn't really like something or the other… But if it’s homemade stuff, he’s immediately folding. You made it? For him? No one besides Trey has ever done that. The fact that you took time out of your day to make that completely cancels out any hangups he might have with flavor or texture— And it flusters him every single time, without fail.

𐙚 Trey Clover

”Oh, are you sure? Well, then I’ve got something for you too.”

He’s not taking no for an answer, it doesn't matter where you are, what time it is, or what sort of snack you’re offering him. You’re giving him something, so of course he wants to return the gesture! And he’s always got some food in his bag too, mostly leftover desserts he’s made for the Heartslabyul boys.

He’ll take pretty much whatever you give him, especially if it’s anything you made yourself. It’s fine if you’re not the best cook around, he’s not picky and he’s already happy you thought of him at all while you were in the kitchen.

If it becomes a regular thing, Trey starts keeping snacks you specifically like to give you in return. Even if you never told him what your favorite Unbirthday Party dish was, he’ll just pay attention until he can make an educated guess. He really enjoys that as a part of your routine, it’s a quick and easy way to make each other’s day a little brighter, and make sure you know you’re cared for.

𐙚 Ace Trappola

”Aw, how’d you know I was getting hungry? Are you gonna feed it to me too?”

He’s a little shit about it, because of course he is, but it actually does fluster Ace a little bit. Even more if it’s done out of nowhere, and he really was getting hungry— Were you really watching him this closely? He wasn’t expecting that. He certainly wasn’t expecting your response to be offering him food, either…

Ace will shrug and tell you he’ll take it because he doesn’t turn down free food, but the light flush on his cheeks can be telling, if you’re actually looking. If it’s anything that you could feed to him, he’ll tease you over that, opening his mouth and going ”Aah~” before you can even react.

…And he’ll really let you feed him. He makes these exaggerated cutesy faces while you do, giggling through the whole thing… But actually, he kind of loves it. Ace tells himself (and you) that he’s just joking around, trying to fluster you by commenting on how much you spoil him, but he’s really just baiting you to do it more. The day after, he’ll even ask if you ”have any more treats for him”. If you say no, he’ll pester you about how you’re “neglecting” him. If you ever had cats, you’ll definitely find yourself being reminded about them.

𐙚 Silver

”That’s… really kind of you, thank you. Do you want me to get you something from the cafeteria too?”

…You’ll probably want to bring him something even long before you two get together. His stories about eating Lilia’s cooking as a child are enough to move even the coldest of souls. The feeling is only doubled when Silver casually shows you a picture of some of his “less” terrible creations.

It doesn’t really fluster him, but it’s not like it doesn’t move him in any way either— Silver is also someone who’s not all that used to receiving things, specifically not from friends or a partner. Even something as tiny as a candy bar will have him so grateful you thought of him. His neutral resting face turns into a surprisingly sunny smile as he pockets his newly acquired snack, thanking you.

He’ll pretty much always offer to get you something in return, and if it’s currently break time, he’ll ask if you want to eat with him too. If you do decide to ask him to get you something, he’s going to make his way to the cafeteria and retrieve it in record time, always quick enough for you two to have time to sit and eat together. Somehow he never comes back late or empty handed, regardless of what you asked for. You’re not sure how he does it, considering the lines that build up in the cafeteria sometimes… it might as well just be pure willpower.

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Can I request for shy gn s/o asking Lycaon if they can touch his tail please?

“Can I Touch Your Tail?” Zenless Zone Zero x gnReader

Nekomata, Von Lycaon, Ellen Joe

a/n: added Nekomata and Ellen!

... A fairly common question that came with varying answers. Tails, ears, and all extra appendages that Therians were born with were seen differently by those with them. Some would think of them similar to an arm or a leg while others would be more sensitive, putting higher emphasis on them, granting the privilege of touching their extra appendage to close friends- a sign of trust. 

So asking this question to someone you considered being very close with was an ultimate test of trust. Maybe you did or didn’t have this in mind when asking- only asking out of naive curiosity, yet to them it’d be a pretty high-tier test of trust and how they viewed your relationship.

“Nyahh? Where’s this come from?” Nekomiya turned to you, still munching on a mackerel as she spoke. “Hmm…” She thought for a second before smiling and nodding. “Okay, sure! Just don’t pull!”

You nodded, happy that she allowed you this privilege. Slowly you leaned forward and softly pressed down on the feline-Therian’s gray tail, feeling the soft short fur that were usually covered by the protective sleeve she wore. Nekomiya purred, ear twitching as she felt your hands caress her sensitive tails, shivering and wagging with giddiness- always so protective of her Therian appendages, it felt nice to have someone pet them- at least someone she trusted. 

Nekomiya would usually say yes if you asked her, only saying no when around other people- since some would take it as an open invitation or when they were sleeved, though that was usually when in Hollows or out in public. 

“Of course.” Lycaon spoke warmly, his voice the same cool even tone it always was. Yet as you attempted to pet his tail, it became a tall order, as every time you reached for it, the tail wagged wildly- nearly hitting you in the face with fluff. But once you finally got a handle on it, it felt soft, obviously impeccably taken care of, nothing less for Lycaon.

You pet it softly, small ‘Ooh’s and ‘Aahs’ as you felt the soft silver fur under your fingertips, running your hands with utmost care as to not accidentally cause any discomfort. Looking up to the Therian, you noticed his ears twitching, a satisfied smile on his face, a small hum of satisfaction as you pet him. 

A small part of him wished for you to continue, even as you let go and went back to whatever responsibilities you had. If you ever asked to pet him, as long as it wasn’t on the clock- though it was still debatable, he would happily allow it. 

“Huh?” She looked up from her phone, lollipop tilted slightly upward and tapping stopping, her usual bored look being sharper than before. Oh she was very familiar with people asking to touch her tail, being something incredibly big- a little over the length of her entire leg and the circumference of a dinner plate, it got a ton of attention wherever she went. Classmates, children, and weirdos at work would ask to touch, and she’d always tell them no. If they tried to forcefully touch her, she'd give em a good wack- not the children though, usually able to just move it away from their reach. Though at work, Lycaon was pretty good at being there at the right moment, kicking out any unruly customers or finding a way to tell them to buzz off in that professional manner that she couldn’t care enough to do.

Though she thought of it for a bit, the two of you were pretty close and you weren’t like the other weirdos, eh, if she didn’t like it then she’d just tell you. “Sure.” She leaned a little to give space for her tail. As your hand made contact with it, a small jolt went through her- unused to allowing people to touch her. “AhhhHhhh~...” You quickly pulled your hand back, worried that you'd done something wrong. “Oi, I didn’t say stop.” It felt as though she had become more annoyed that you stopped petting her tail than when you asked the question…

Ellen would be apprehensive but if the two of you were close enough, she’d let you touch it every once in a while. Usually away from other people, definitely not at school or at work. 

[tojisun]

biker!simon is slowly rotting my brain and i’m all here for it !! the way you write him makes me want to giggle and kick my feet 😵‍💫🫶🏼

so i just wanted to throw this idea out there…there was a tiktok video i saw (i couldn’t find it 😔) but it’s this couple on a bike and the backpack reaches forward and like…palms the the guy through his jeans and he holds her hand there for a sec and 👀 i just thought that fit for biker!simon

anyways !! love you and your writing

AHHHHH THATS SO HOT WHAT THE HELLLL??? no yea reader def does that <33 also? luv how u call her backpack!!! its such a cute nickname omgg!!! and thank u so so much my starlight <33 i love you too!

biker!simon mlist // suggestive - minors dni!! hinted exhibitionism bc simon n reader are nastily in luv!

you are simon’s good girl so, naturally, you usually don’t do this. but in your defence, it is dark outside, the roads empty except for sprinkles of other night riders that you two briefly share the road with.

it’s yet another late drive, you and simon having just left the meet up – easily one of the rowdiest you’ve ever been to. 

when you told simon how heedy you’re feeling from the buzzing energy, he laughed and told you that it’s even more packed this time because of the upcoming rally. you oohed and aahed, and simon fondly rolled his eyes at your obvious cluelessness before steering you past strangers to introduce you to his other friends – alejandro, rudy, and that one big guy who insists on being called konig. 

“nice to meet you katzchen,” he said, taking your arm up to bump it on the mouth of his helmet – something he never took off for the whole day. 

“nice to meet you too! although i didn’t quite catch that- what’s it that you said last?” 

konig’s eyes crinkled, his smile hidden by his helmet, before he let go of your hand and then disappeared into the masses.

what the fuck?

you turned to simon only to see him glaring at where konig used to stand. 

“si?”

“it’s nothin’, sweet girl. wanna come meet up with mactavish?”

simon slows down to a stop in front of a red light, one of his hands leaving his handlebar to reach back to your thigh. it is a routine at this point – simon’s hand caressing your leg, gently massaging, his thumb pressing into tensed muscle, before squeezing once, twice, three times, before pulling away to hold his handlebar again once the light turns green. 

it is a routine, but it still makes your heart jump to your throat, feeling the way his palm leaves burning trails at each glide. your arms tighten around his waist and you are sure that simon felt the way your breath hitched, but he continues on anyway – teasing touches gaining purpose, sliding up-down, before gripping whatever flesh he can. you bump your helmet to his back, a muffled whine sitting in the base of your throat, feeling your lungs wobble at his touch. 

then, he hikes his hand up higher – this is new, something simon has never done before. has never dared to try, especially on the open road.

he tickles his touch up, kneading your muscle until his hand bumps into the swell of your ass. he gives it a squeeze, just a quick pressure, then he rips his hand off now that the light turns green. he revs his bike as a warning – just enough that you tighten your arms around him again – before speeding away, acting like he didn’t just send heat coursing through your veins.

you feel his stomach contract, muscles moving underneath his shirt, and-

oh. 

simon’s laughing.

the haze in you shifts, snapping into something playful. teasing.

you wait until his silent chuckles dissipate, pretending to still be overtaken by his slyness and making him think that you are still unable to move on. well, perhaps there is truth to your lie because yes you are unable to move on, but you hope to hell he wouldn’t be able to as well.

he takes a right turn, his bike dipping close to the asphalt, the sound of his engine purring beautifully, and you think: this is it.

time to reward your big boy.

your touches start off slow. gradual. 

you loosen your arms around his waist, easing your gloved hands off from where they laid tangled together to plant the flat of your palms on simon’s stomach. you feel his abdomen jump, not anticipating the shift in your hold, and you bite on your bottom lip to smother a giggle. 

simon tilts his helmeted head, confused, but you ignore him, busy mapping the hard muscles of his abdomen with kitten-light swipes. one of your hands rises up to caress his chest, swiping a hand between his pecs before falling back to his belly. the other – and this one makes you breathless too – falls to his lap, rubbing at his thigh before swiping it towards his pelvis only to swipe it back out as though you weren’t close to cupping him through his jeans.

your chest vibrates with something guttural and it takes you a heartbeat to realize you were not the one emitting the sound. it was coming from simon, a sound so deep it reverberates between where the two of you are pressed.

the chuckles leave your lips this time around, unable to hold it in anymore. unconsciously, your hand grazes the half-formed tent underneath his jeans, and simon does that rumbling sound again that just heightens your elation.

you are still reeling over your mini revenge that you don’t notice simon taking a new turn, his bike roaring as it speeds through narrow roads and into a dimly-lit and certainly abandoned parking lot.

what-

“si?” you ask, confusion rising when simon turns his engine off before tapping your leg to signal you to get off.

you do, clamouring up, eyes wide as you watch simon follow. he pulls his helmet off and straps it on his bike before twisting his body to face you.

his eyes crinkle, glinting with something dangerous, and you know he’s grinning underneath his balaclava. desire shoots through your spine, realizing where he’s going with this.

simon laughs, seeing the way you straightened up, alert even when something carnal thrums within your veins.  

“that’s right, princess,” he rumbles, his voice thick with want, as he unbuckles his belt. “y’r gonna finish what y’started, aren’t you?”

you nod, already pulling your helmet off your head and wobbling towards him on weak knees. simon takes your helmet from you, his hands brushing against yours, and just before you can kneel down in front of him, simon coos, “knew you are my good girl.”

[l0velysmut]

neteyam x fem!reader

contains: sub!neteyam, praise kink, hand job, overstimulation, slight aftercare, a sprinkle of fluff, brief face sitting.

wc: 1.5k unedited

na’vi words: yawne = beloved, mauti = fruit, muntxate = wife.

a/n: have this while i work on a request

“F-Fuck,” Neteyam mumbles as he looks down at your hand that repeatedly strokes his cock even after he’s finished twice and his cum leaks between your fingers and onto his pubic bone. “I-I don’t think I can- Mmh! I don’t think I c-can anymore, yawne.”

You and him were laying beside each other, Neteyam on his back and you on your side next to him with your hand stretched down to his lengthy cock. You had your bare tits by his face, and as you overstimulated his member, he glanced between your eyes and your nipples that perked up and stared at him.

“Shhh, you can, Ma’Teyam, I know you can.” You whisper, leaning down to press your lips to his forehead which makes his ears fall flat against his head and his mouth open to release a shaky moan. The affection sends shivers to his dick, and his hips stutter, jerking himself into your hand that has a tight grasp around him.

You prop yourself up on your elbow as you watch him. You observe the way you’re making him feel, the way his bottom lip quivers, the way his eyes keep opening and closing and then rolling back as whimper after whine after moan after gasp left his mouth.

“But if it does become too much, you know what to say and I’ll stop, okay?” You look down at him, and he nods with a whimper. “Tell me what our word is, baby.”

“M-Mauti.” He replies, half lidded eyes staring up at you as you hold eye contact.

“Good boy.” You whisper, kissing his forehead once again.

His chest heaves as his back arches slightly and when your palm teases his tip over and over again by rubbing circles on it, he whines loudly and then cries out your name loudly as well as choking out a few curse words that sounded almost like gibberish due to how staticky his brain felt.

“Does it feel good, my love?” You say to him in a soothing tone, a small smirk on your face because you already knew he felt good. You’d asked him repeatedly throughout the night, and each time he said yes.

“Y-Yesss, fuck, mmm!” He whines, throwing his head back against the woven mat you two lay on, and his hands that rested on his sides began to itch for something to grab.

Returning back to the motion of stroking, you felt his warm cock twitch, then again and again. You licked your lips at the feeling of the veins on his dick pulsing against your hand, which told you that he was close again.

His eyes pop open and he lifts his head. He looked up at you with teary amber doe eyes, and then glances down at your delicious looking boobs before lifting a shaky hand to one of them, squeezing. He lets out a sort of strangled moan with his eyes rolling into the back of his head when he feels the plumpness of them in his palm. You hum at the feeling of his hand kneading and squeezing.

Neteyam tilts his head and leans it over so that his mouth latches onto one of your blue nipples. He hums and closes his eyes, savoring your taste by suckling happily at your nipple, and he relishes the feeling of your hand gliding up and down his flushed shaft. You bite your lip and hold back a moan as you look down at him eagerly mouthing at your tits.

The more you stimulate him, the more a fire ignites inside of him. He pulls himself off of your nipple and then instantly stuffs his face between your boobs, rubbing his face against them and licking at whatever skin he could, leaving spit all over your tits all while inhaling the scent of your arousal.

“M-Mama..? Ma’Y/N..” He says in a whiny voice, clenching his jaw as he softly caresses the skin of your tits with his cheek. You already knew what he wanted, so you brushed one of his braids out of his face and looked down at him patiently. “I’m gonna.. Shit! I'm gonna cum again, can I cum again? Please? Aah- Fuck! Ma’muntxate, please! I’ve b-been good, right?”

“Yes, my love. You have been good. Cum for me, Teyam. Show me how good I make you feel and cum one more time.” You talk him through it, stroking his cock through his orgasm.

He clenches his eyes shut and moans, your name spilling from his lips as he reaches his peak, body and limbs trembling. He throws his head back against the woven mat, and a single tear rolls down his temple as his sticky cum shoots out from his bulbous tip. His warm cum shoots out in thick spurts, making a mess all over himself; and one shot in particular went so far, it reached his cheek.

The rest of his cum, that you continued to pump out, ran down your fingers and to the base of his cock, trailing it’s way down the skin between his cock and thighs.

“There we go, that’s a good boy. Making such a mess for me, huh?” You giggle, continuing to jerk him off until you get every last drop of his cum out.

“Oh my- Fuck! Thank you, yawne, thank you so much!” He swallows to relieve his dry throat as he thanks you over and over again, letting you know how much he appreciates you and what you do for him.

You squeeze right below his tip, pushing out whatever liquid you could out of his cock. You then take your hand off and proceed to bring your fingers to your mouth, sucking your cum covered fingers clean. And he watches you do so, laughing and bringing his hand up to his face, covering it and closing his eyes as he rests his head against the woven mat.

He lays there for a moment, breathing heavily, not saying anything besides grunting with his hips still spasming. You take this as a chance to get up and fetch some water for your thirsty mate. You return quickly, and kneel down next to him. You take his hand off of his face before lifting his head and bringing the water bowl to his lips.

“You are too good to me.” He breathes out in disbelief, shaking his head, after gulping down most of the water. You giggle and take his hand into yours after setting down the bowl and laying down on your side next to him again. You press your lips against his, and he immediately kisses back, eager for your affection and passion. Then, you pull back and lick his cum off his cheek, giving him a sly smile.

He lets out a small laugh and presses his lips against yours again, putting his hand on the back of your head with his fingers brushing against the base of your kuru. He holds you there, kissing you with the most love he could possibly give through his lips.

When you pull away slightly and look at him, his shaky hand pushes your head down gently so that your foreheads are touching which is one of the most romantic and intimate gestures to him, and you as well.

“You really are a goddess.” He mumbles, knowing you’d be able to hear him. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

You scoff and roll your eyes in an amused manner. “It was just my hand-“

“I don’t care, it was you. I’m grateful for anything you do for me.” He says, clearly still in a submissive state of mind. He basks in your presence, and his heart pounds against his chest — not only from the fact that he was still recovering from three orgasms, but also from the fact that he was spending time with his mate and was in the middle of a super intimate moment.

“Ugh, you’re too perfect.” You groan slightly, shaking your head and pulling away with a smile on your face which also made his face light up.

“Me? Yeah, right. That’s all you.” He replies, and the way he always strives to make you blush and/or flustered makes you feel the exact same way he wanted you to.

“The sweet talk is killing me,” You giggle and hide your face in his chest. His hands go to stroke your hair. “So… Why don’t we put that mouth to good use?”

You lift your head with a seductive look on your face and then climb on top of him, putting your knees right on either side of his head.

“Why? You don’t want to hear me woo my woman?” He teases, and licks his lips as his eyes make contact with your leaking loincloth before looking back up at you with a cheeky grin then looking back at your glistening tewng with anticipation.

You huff in fake annoyance and untie your loincloth, letting it drop onto his face before throwing it to where his lay. “Don’t forget who’s in charge tonight. The only thing I want to hear is the noises coming from you devouring my pussy.”

“Shit, that’s fine by me.” He says quickly before putting his arms around your thighs and pulling you down, his mouth clashing against your heat.

[2neaky]

.ೃ࿔*:･༉‧𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒊𝒏’𝒕 𝑵𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌༄

3.7k! • 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑵𝑰 | -> warnings: or*l (male receiving), aggressive/rough behavior (both parties are consenting), gagging/choking, bre*thplay, dirty talk, substance use (smoking we*d) & detailed mentions of using it, obscene language, “put in your place” trope, ambiguous relationship between characters, use of n-word (all characters & author are Black), NYC slang used sparingly, original characters

This is my first queer fic (MxM) on this page (not new to this, though). Sumn slight, sumn light. Hope you guys enjoy. Pls reblog if you do.

There’s nothing special about this tonight. Nothing out of the ordinary or extravagant.

The complete opposite.

Even the parking lot of the Chick-fil-a is still. There are probably only four other cars here, quite spaced out.

What’s so special about two guys hanging out? Sitting in the car; Talking, smoking, listening to music—and they might even come up with a few freestyles while high. 

A calm vibe for the night. Nothing special.

Oily paper bags full of empty sauce packets and finished fries sit by their feet, ready to be discarded. 

One of their rap playlists is on, and he can’t even remember whose it is. Their taste in music is the same at this point. So as MHPG Sound’s MHA bumps through the speakers, he hears soft mumbles as the other man raps along.

“Yo, Shey.” Jai’s voice cracks as it’s the first time he’s said anything in about half an hour. Quickly, he clears his throat.

“Mmh,” his friend hums, attention elsewhere at the moment.

“You could put the seat warmers on? I’m fake feeling the cold from outside.” In his seat, he softly shakes his legs in an attempt to generate some heat for himself.

Peering up from whatever had arrested his focus, Shekar nods over at the small backlit buttons decorating the dashboard. “It’s right in front’a you.” Just as quickly, he’s looking right back down.

Crumbs of salt and waffle-fries fall from Jai’s hands as he dusts them off. “Yeah, but my fingers mad greasy.” Licking his lips, he tastes the remaining salt crumbs.

Should’a got more napkins.

“I’m rolling. Just wipe ‘em off.”

Finally, Jai looks his way for the first time in minutes. In the darkness of the car, with Shekar’s faced-up phone screen being the only efficient light source, he catches him in the process of rolling a blunt. There’s even a lighter balancing on his knee.

If he hadn’t known him for so long, Jai would’ve been more impressed that he just rolled up in near-darkness. But it comes as no surprise, this nigga will roll up anywhere.

“Nigga if I could, I wouldn’t be asking you. We ain’t even get napkins.”

Sucking his teeth, Shekar breaks his focus from the blunt. Thankfully, he’d finished. He carefully sets it on his phone screen before stretching over the middle console and Jai’s knees to pull open the glove box.

He crashes back into his seat, letting Jai see for himself, the hidden stash of napkins he keeps on deck.

“Chipotle?” Jai scowls at him just before leaning forward and snatching up two. “Thought you had better standards than that.”

“Aah, look at that.” Ignoring every thing he just said, Shekar clicks on the overhead light to show off his work. “Pearled that shit, nigga. Fuck is you talkin’ ‘bout.”

Jai only rolls his eyes in response. He reaches for the seat warmer button for his side and sets the temperature up to the max.

Clicking the light back off, Shekar is quick to spark up. He takes the first hit before even giving it a second thought.

“And it’s a—“ He coughs. “S’a good thing you don’t get paid to—to think.” A smile creeps up on his face, even as he clears his throat. “Talking ‘bout better standards. Tuh, I seen the bitches you fucked with—“

“Yeah, shut the fuck up.” Jai snatches the blunt, immediately taking a hit.

A pointed stare is what Shekar gives him. “Thought you brought your own.” 

He drops his lighter on the small shelf of the speed-o-meter. The clank of the plastic is the loudest sound in the car.

Taking his time to respond, Jai exhales through his nose, puffing out a thin cloud of smoke. “And?”

From his face, Shey’s stare moves to the blunt itself.

“We’a just smoke it after this.” An air of indifference surrounds Jai’s words.

“You put Grabba?”

He takes one more puff while pushing his seat back. “Mhm.”

Immediately, Shekar sucks his teeth. “Hand my shit back, I’an tryna smoke that—“

He reaches out for the spliff, only for Jai to block his hand.

“Aye, nigga—chill!“ He pulls it from between his lips, holding it close to his chest and careful not to drop it. “Almost made me drop the shit,” he scowls. “Structure up. You a grown ass nigga and can’t smoke Grabba?”

“I’on like it—“

“Aah, you’a be cool,” Jai says as he smacks his chest with a light back hand. Settling back in his seat, he brings the blunt back to his lips.

Resigned, Shekar only leans against the window and pulls out his phone.

“Hm,” Jai hums, handing it over.

Wordlessly he takes it, taking a slow hit as he scrolls through some app. “Damn near … smoked my shit out.” He turns it over, eyeing how it had shrunk.

“You whining, Shey’.”

With a burst of energy, Shekar whips his head to look at it. “Nigga ‘cause you use too much Grabba. You be on that feind shit, it ain’t even that good.” His glare lingers on him for a second more before it retreats to his phone screen.

As he grows quiet, Jai watches him slip the blunt back in-between his pink lips. This time, when he exhales, his tongue peaks out just a little bit to wet the bottom lip. 

It’s got a soft sheen to it. Even in the darkness, the pink skin looks plump and soft. 

For as long as they’ve been smoking—since they were seventeen (and Shekar’s been doing it for longer than that)—it’s always surprised Jai how he hasn’t gotten smoker’s lips.

“Fuck? … Fuck is niggas on? Thinking I’m hitting that,” Shekar mumbles, his soft voice breaking Jai’s focus.

And so, Jai finally looks at the whole of his face. Before he can stop himself, an airy laugh floats out of him. 

Shey’s always had a softer, quieter voice. Some days, it actually pisses him off, because having to go “huh” about five times before hearing what was said gets aggravating fast. Most times, he just finds it funny.

Although, he occasionally thinks it’s a little cute.

“Quit bitching. Y’know I hate that shit.” He smirks, he can’t help it. The thought of how he might react to the teasing is just too good.

Shekar can hear the smile in his voice. It’s quiet for a minute as he smokes.

And even if he’s sitting still, Jai might as well be bouncing in his seat, waiting with bated breath for a response, a clapback—anything.

Nevertheless, Shekar continues to scroll through his phone. The lingering stare on his body doesn’t bother him.

So as Jai continues to wait for a response he likely won’t get, he only watches. But waiting turns into something else as the thought leaves his mind for better: admiration. 

Is that what he wants to call it?

Either way, he’s staring at his hair. Eyeing the fresh lineup. It’s crisp. He can imagine how the trimmed hairs feel under his fingertips. 

The rest of his hair is pulled up into the most half-assed bun he’s ever seen. Just to get it out of his face, he guesses. His deep brown curls have seen better days.

“Your hair is mad frizzy. This day five hair?” 

He’s the only one that laughs at his own joke, let alone acknowledges it. And that makes his smile drop.

“C’mon, y’know I’m just joking.”

He waits a couple of seconds for a response. A reaction of some sort. And when it doesn’t come—

Jai sucks his teeth. “Nigga you mad sensitive. Mad sherm right now—”

With a loud sigh, Shekar shuts off his phone and drops it in his lap. Finally, he does a full-body turn just to look at him.

Jai fights himself to successfully restrain a smile.

“What you want?” 

This time, he loses the fight to his natural urges—a shit-eating grin slowly stretches out his full lips. It only continues to grow as he stares at Shekar. “You getting butthurt over a lil’ joke.”

“I just don’t wanna smoke your bum ass shit.”

“Yeah, aight.”

Shaking his head, Shekar passes the blunt back. He pretends he doesn’t see the slight tremor in Jai’s hand when their fingers touch in the exchange.

“Don’t beg for it when I take it out,” Jai smirks.

Under the cover of his naturally full lashes, Shekar eyes him, letting his words sit in the air for a bit. He waits patiently for a “pause” from the other. It doesn’t come.

With a scoff and a shake of his head, Shekar turns his head to look out the window.

“Oh, aight,” Jai challenges.

He only shakes his head again, neglecting to even say anything.

“You know you good for doing that.”

He rolls his eyes, almost letting a simple “shut the fuck up,” slip out. 

Finally, Jai stops speaking, if only to take a hit. Holding his breath, he shifts in his seat and yells: “It’s quiet, ain’t no what?” He exhales. “Oh, aight!”

His chuckles are deep. Shekar tries to ignore how his stomach stirs at the sound.

“Quiet, ain’t no motherfucking … back talk, nigga.” He’s only quiet for a couple more seconds, taking another quick puff. “You listen to what I say.”

Shekar can’t help it; He cracks a smile. He even quietly laughs to himself. “Now you just chattin’.”

“Ain’t nobody chattin’, nigga! I tell you to do something and you do it. Simple.”

This is too ridiculous to ignore. Shekar finds his body moving to look at him before he can even consciously do it.

“You off a bean?”

Letting go of the blunt, Jai allows it to dangle between his lips. His now free hand reaches forward, latching softly around the base of Shekar’s neck, just to drag him forward.

Just a few inches separate their faces. A small cloud puffs from the end of the shrinking blunt.

“If I tell you to do sumn right now, you gon’ say no?” He raises a brow.

Shekar looks down at his mouth, unconsciously memorizing the way his dark pink lips curl around the vice.

“Nah…” He watches how the corner of his mouth twitches, trying to hide a smirk. “I’a just remind you who you talking to.”

A scoff leaves his lips before an actual response does. Jai’s hand drops from his neck, pushing him away before catching the blunt before it falls. Now, he can really laugh.

“Yeah, okay,” he sighs out. “You ain’t doing shit, nigga.”

Shekar remains quiet. 

Seeing as the blunt has grown considerably smaller, he realizes that a bit of time has passed. It’s starting to hit, even by just a little bit.

He can tell by the sluggish feeling plaguing his body. As fatigue slowly blankets him, he recognizes that it’s only a matter of time before his patience begins to shorten.

Busying himself, Jai grabs his phone to queue up more songs for the Apple CarPlay. Even if the music plays low, he can still enjoy it. 

All the while as he silently jams out to the music, the blunt steadily becomes a roach. It isn’t glaringly obvious to him until the tiny thing burns the pads of his fingers. He quietly hisses before putting it out in the car’s mini ash tray. 

Missing the feeling of something in his hand and between his lips, he quickly replaces Shekar’s blunt with his own. He pulls it from the pocket of his Amiri hoodie.

“Yo, pass me that lighter?”

“Hm?” Shekar looks up from his phone. With low and glassy eyes, he searches the man next him for seconds as his words take their time to sink in. “Oh…”

A bit slower than usual, he grabs the lighter from the speed-o-meter’s ledge and drops it in Jai’s awaiting palm.

“‘Preciate you.”

He hums. This time, he looks Jai’s way. Watches how he turns the new blunt over the open flame.

“And you hitting this shit, too,” Jai insists.

Before he can think, Shekar softly sucks his teeth. “You tryna … smoke me out, nigga,” he mumbles, dragging a hand over his face as he leans back in his seat. “Told you I’an want that bum ass shit.”

Still, Jai sparks up. His first inhale is slow and deep. He only hits it about two more times before passing it off.

With no argument, Shekar accepts it. He puts his lips right where Jai’s were and inhales deeply.

“Look at how you still took it, though.”

Shekar coughs, though it’s not as bad as when they hit his blunt first. “Shut—shut up.”

“Exactly … took that shit real easy.” Jai looks at him with lowered eyes, a lazy smile on his lips, too. “You a pro at that, taking it, y’know?”

Face screwed up, Shekar sucks his teeth as he stares down at the blunt. “Yo, stop … fucking playing with me…”

His voice had trailed off.

“You is, though. I’m giving you your props lil’ nigga.” Jai nudges his shoulder, his smile growing to show off his perfect teeth.

Shekar fixes a dirty look on him. Even as he glares at him, Jai can tell that he’s baked. His low and glossy eyes drags laughter out of him.

“You gon’ quit bitchin’ me.”

Jai only laughs harder, having to put a fist over his mouth as he doubles over.

Sucking his teeth, Shekar turns to look out the window. His body is growing tense. “‘Fore I put my dick in your mouth.”

He’s wheezing at this point. Breathless as he looks up at him with an open mouth. “Yo … what? Nigga—I can’t even—I can’t even take you serious.”

“Yeah … keep laughing, pussy.” The slur in his words is soft, feeling the high really get to him. He sucks his teeth, his body feeling a little too light. “Choke on my shit.”

Jai’s fit dies down as he sucks his teeth. “Yeah, okay.” Sitting up straight, he partly stretches over the console to get in his face. “Bet you, you won’t,” he says hushed. 

Shekar turns to look at him with low eyes. There’s a hint of a scowl on his pink lips. “Bet you I fucking will.”

Jai peers down at them, his own stretching into a smile. “You won’t.”

“On everything.” His eyes widen as they fall on his.

“Fuck everything,” he says quietly. “Make me, pussy.” 

What little illumination the parking lot and tiny lights of the car’s interior offers shouldn’t be enough. 

But, if Shekar can roll up in the dark, then he doesn’t need much to see Jai bobbing his head over his lap.

The hand he’s got on his head guides him, as well as keeps his braids from falling in his face.

Soft gags and wet slurps are music to his ears—louder than his own moans.

“You wanted this shit … make sure you get it all.” He scowls, angling his hips up to hit the back of his throat.

The only answer Jai gives is a deep moan that sends a steady vibration through Shey’s dick. 

No doubt, he’s got bruises now. But that’s the least of his worries when he’s struggling to breathe properly.

“Doing all’at talking … had to shut you the fuck up.” He pushes him all the way down and holds his head there.

Jai’s gags and the way his throat constricts around him only make his dick twitch.

Shekar looks down at it all with a grin on his face, taking his time to admire despite Jai’s desperation to come up for air.

“You look good choking on my shit.” He licks his lips, admiring the view. 

Gripping the back of his head tighter, he yanks his head up.

As Jai is pulled off, he gasps. Harsh coughs leave him as his body tries to swallow as much air as possible.

But even as he’s struggling for it, Shekar still finds his plump, spit-slicked lips to be arousing. His chin is messy with his own spit and a bit of precum.

He gets in his face. “You still got somethin’ to say?”

Still gasping for air, Jai weakly shakes his head. Though, it’s difficult to do that when someone’s got a stiff grip on your hair.

“Speak, nigga.”

He swallows, and Shekar can see his throat bob. “Nah.” His voice is hoarse and broken. Ruined.

If he wasn’t so hard already, that would’ve got him there.

He hums, running his eyes over Jai’s face one more time.

“You pretty when you don’t speak. Maybe I should keep my dick in your mouth … but you gon’ do that anyway.”

“Shey—“

“Stop talking, nigga.” He ignores the way Jai winces when he tugs his on his hair harder. “I’an really tryna hear all’at. What I really wanna hear is you choking on my shit, ‘cause you blowing my high right now.”

So, Jai dutifully sinks his head back down on him, embracing Shekar’s dick with his throat.

“And keep your hands behind your back.”

They’ve never moved from the spot, crossed even, despite nothing holding them down.

Shekar only guides his head for the first few bobs. And he smiles as he slowly pulls his hand away, watching Jai take over for himself.

He wants to bet all of the money in his bank account that Jai hadn’t even noticed that he stopped guiding him. And it’s cause he’s a slut like that.

Shekar knows it better than anyone else. He doesn’t even need Jai to say it himself. This is all proof enough.

“Just like that … keep throatin’ my shit.” He laughs to himself, leaning back in his seat as he watches. “Make sure you clean up all the mess you making.”

 A broken moan sounds from the back of his throat. Jai pulls off of him. A full second doesn’t even go by before his mouth is back on his dick, suckling on the slick skin from the side.

All the while, in his other hand, Shekar smokes on whatever’s left of Jai’s blunt. He minds the burn in his nose and throat a little less.

“It’s quiet, right? No fucking back talk, nigga.” He licks his lips.

Every drop of precum that dribbles out, Jai is there to slurp up. While his pillow-soft lips surround him, his syphoned cheeks give a tight squeeze. 

And it’s got Shekar’s eyes rolling back, his head falling against the headrest, too. He’s got a hand back on Jai’s head, an attempt to slow down his quickening pace.

“S—shit … you a fucking eater … goddamn, nigga,” he groans out.

His gentle voice only goads Jai on. He wants to hear more of him. It makes his chest warm.

“Look at you … should record this, play it  back f’you later ... show you how much you love this shit.”

Jai falters in his pace, moaning at his words. His own dick aches in his sweats, untouched.

“How you the biggest slut I f-fuckin’ know—“ He hisses, his hips stutter. “Ain’t you?”

His only answer is a gag.

Shekar’s hand moves from the back of his head to the side, just far enough that his thumb caresses the side of his face.

“Ain’t you, Pa?” he asks softer.

Jai’s eyes fall closed and for a second he stops. His concentration is up by a thousand percent as he tries not to finish in his pants.

“Gimme a answer, c’mon,” he gently pushes.

And Jai only whimpers. It’s quiet, but Shekar definitely hears it.

“Mhm, I know … I know.” He inhales deeply. 

Tightening his grip on his hair once more, Shekar holds his head down. That’s the only warning he gives before he starts fucking up into his throat.

“So quit. Fuckin’. Actin’. Like. You. Not.” He grunts through clenched teeth.

The gags are harsher—wetter—this time. Jai’s hands clench into fists behind his back. Even as his eyes squeeze shut, tears slips from them, down his cheeks.

Sweat beads at the top of Shekar’s forehead as he punctuates each word with a thrust. His stomach clenches, burning with arousal and the workout this is.

“Quit acting like you not a lil’ thot f’this shit,” he pants, still holding his head down. “This what you needed, though … someone to shut you up. Give you some dick to keep you quiet.”

He takes a hit of the blunt.

“That’s all you was needing … I could tell. Just wanted my attention, right?”

A ragged, pathetic moan is the only response Jai can give. He even tries to nod his head. It isn’t much of anything, but Shekar sees the effort for what it is.

“Yeah … just wanted some attention.”

He finally pulls Jai off of his dick, allowing to breathe again. He ignores coughs and hacks.

“So I’ma give you what you really need.”

With Jai’s head just a few inches off of him, Shekar takes his dick in hand and pumps himself. It only takes a few fast tugs. 

His balls grow tight and a groan gets caught in his throat. Holding himself and aim, he paints Jai’s deep brown skin with ribbons of gooey white.

His cheeks and chin are outliers. Bullseye is on his shiny, parted lips. And the view from up here is to die for.

Biting down on his lower lip, Shekar taps his tip against Jai’s mouth as the last few drops of his cum dribble out.

“Fuuuck.”

When he’s finished, he releases’s Jai’s hair, allowing the other man to finally sit up. All the while, he finishes off the rest of the blunt.

Silently, too exhausted for his own good, Jai leans back in his seat, trying to catch his own breath.

“Shit, nigga,” he sighs out, voice broken beyond anything.

Shekar doesn’t respond, basking in his own orgasm still.

Weakly, Jai pulls down the sun visor on his side, accessing the mirror. As the automatic lights hit his face, he sees the mess made.

“Fuckin’ … got the shit all over me.”

Shekar exhales. “You whining, Jai.”

He turns his head to glare at him, a weak scowl on his lips. “Shut the fuck up.”

It’s funny hearing how his voice is almost completely lost. Shekar smirks, still looking ahead at the empty parking lot.

“Bet you your standards not too high for them napkins now.”

And if Jai hadn’t learned his lesson, he would’ve said something back. But as he swallows, his throat sore, he’s reminded to keep his mouth closed.

[phoniexrose02]

can u do hawk x reader smut, praise kink and most importantly like aftercare and cleanup.. I READ UR MIGUEL STORIES AND THEY WERE RLLY GOOD

Forbidden Fruit

Hawk/Eli Moskowitz x Payne! Reader

When Ms. laRusso came to recruit Kenny for the Sekai Tekai, you decided to tag along to “Chaperone” your brother to spain.

When in all reality you were going to go smooch on you secret love, When you two had found out he was taking Devons place Robby and Migs giggled at how fast you two had managed to slip away.

“I got my own Room~” you hummed in the hotel hallway, Eli waisted no time pulling you in for a Kiss.

“I’ve Missed you Gorgeous~” he kissed at your neck, his fingers pulling at the back thong you wore.” I missed you too but we gotta be careful so the room?” He pouted but pulled away to let you lead the way. “Have you…thought about meeting my family??”

Hawk let out a grumble before shrugging, the last thing they needed was some drama along with their shit performance at Sekai TeKai. “No way…Your little brother already hates me”

“Big brother too”

“I’m really not trying to fight anyone-“

“They won’t touch you, Cause they know ill Give them shit! Look i came to help you relax“ you stopped to your door placing the card to it to open, his hands hugged your waist as you entered. He hummed feeling the cool AC, his eyes soon set his eyes on the king Mattress in the Middle.“Oh~I’m definitely sleeping Here Tonight All this Karate has me so tired”

He pulled off his backpack, as you kicked off you shoes and quickly plopped onto the Bed Exhausted as well.”I hate planes” He chuckled doing the same, he pulled you towards him as climbed in. “how could you get such a nice room last minute??”

“I got a small job on Campus, that and my dad’s allowance”

“Still stressing about MIT too..?”

“Ugh god don’t remind me…Demetri won’t Shut up-“

“ Aah~ i heard he fucked up pretty bad~” you giggled as you remembered how Pissed Yasmine sounded over FaceTime. He spooned you close in the Giant Bed. “Demetri tried to get me to talk to other girls” he kissed at your neck as he held you close to his growing wood. “But i only want you baby~”

You hummed as the heat in your legs grew. you turned to face him, a Smirk coming to his face as you took his face in your hands.”i want you too Eli~”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as. “imma always be Loyal to you baby~” you gave his lips a quick peck he pulled your thick thighs against around his waist as you two began Furiously making out.

After awhile you had discarded your Clothes all over the Room and Eli couldn’t keep his hands off your Beautiful Body. He Started at the top biting at your earlobe before shuffling down to your Neck where he left Dark Hickeys to mark his Territory.”Mm~ your not too worried hm?~” he kisses into the Croak of your Neck before Continuing your Hickey trail down to your tits.

He gently grabbed at your Brown Breast smirking as he jiggles them, he finally pops a nipple into his Lips with a Low Hum. His warm mouth making you wiggle Shiver for something More.

You squeezed your legs Shut Doing the best to give yourself some friction , He pulled your thighs apart as he licked his lips “Your too damn beautiful to hide Y/n/n~” He Hooked his warm arms around thighs before pulling your Lips apart to get a better look. He smirked up at you before playfully Flicking at your Clit making your Twitch an Jerk in his Arms.”Aah! Don’t tease Eli~”

“You think your all ready for me SweetHeart? Ready for me to Fuck you?~” you nodded quickly as you bite your lip, he hummed as he sat up pulling hips closer, the Tip Slipping against your Clit causing a Twitch as he kept your legs open for him.

He finally Pushed in, his Thick Mushroom Tip Stretching out your Tight Walls.”Hhhgh!~ Fuck Eli”. It had only been about two weeks since you too had last been intimate, But for whatever reason it felt like as tight as first time. He sunk down till your pussy gripped at every inch of his Dick, than he held still kissing an Biting at your neck as you Adjusted to him. You hugged him close, your bodies Keeping each other Warm before he slowly thrusting in.

“Mm~ ive missed this Pussy too baby~”

“Fuck you Digging so Deep!~” he shoved as deep as he could fit an Wiggled his hips a mischievous Grin on his Face as he watched you fall apart.”You like that shit baby?~” you nodded as you placed your hands on his broad chest, your legs Shivering in his arms as he began digging you out again.” Shi Mamas! Finna Cum~”

“oh my god!~ Cum in Me! Don’t stop till there nothing Left!!” Your Screamed in Pure Bliss as he pounded you into the Mattress below, Your finally burst dragging nails down his back as he does the same, you held each other tight as he fucked his Cum Deep into you.

You shivered as he pulled out an laid next to you, as poor hawk laid Exhausted trying to catch his Breath you snuggled up next him drawing shapes over the skin of his pecs.” Damn you really were Tired” you giggled out and he finally looked over to you. “Not that Tired” he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you to get on top.

“Ready for Round 2??”

Bonus ✨

Eli expected to wake up eariler than you so he could sneak back to him an the boys shared room, what he wasn’t Expecting was to be Caught Exiting your Room By Kenny.

“Hawk! Are you Seriously trying to bang my Sister?!?!”

Cobra Kai 🐍

[lotusarchon]

together ^-^ (mk x reader)

requested from ao3 by Kazumel: Maybe an MK x g/n reader (It can be platonic, totally up to you!) that suffers from partial hearing loss due to a childhood accident? Always nice to see some MK lmao

content warnings: gender neutral reader, second pov (you/your), light angst (referring to the accident), mentioned/implied injury, sfw, fluff, relationship is up to interpretation but mk is implied to have feelings for reader, drabble, childhood best friends

author's notes: fun fact, I cannot hear in my left ear unless someone yells in it and I still have no idea why. Been like this since I was a kid but I also remember little me used to like shoving shit down my earhole so maybe something stuck and now I'm half deaf...

The first time MK meets you, he's seven years old running after a rubber ball that Pigsy's bought for him. It's not the coolest toy at the playground, not compared to the other children with their colorful toys, but it's special to him regardless ― it's golden, with the Monkey King's signature symbol imprinted on it, though it's faded with use and time. Pigsy had saved up for it, buying the last one in stock just for him, and it's been his favorite toy since.

He's alone, as the memory goes, because MK hadn't been a very social child back then. He's just too quiet, too different, and the children avoid him.

“They're also stuck up brats who think you're too poor to play with,” Pigsy had grunted unhappily the first time MK had asked. “Don't pay them any attention, kid. They ain't know what they're missing out anyway.”

So MK thinks, and he kicks his ball towards a faded red pole. It's his favorite spot to play―not too far from Pigsy, but also not too close, and it avoids the other children playing. The pole acts as his friend, bouncing the ball back to him with each kick.

Except that this time, it's different. Because his ball doesn't hit the pole as he wants, but someone else.

That someone had been you.

MK remembers panicking on the spot. The ball had hit you square on the face, and you had tumbled and fallen onto your back. Frightened out of his wits, the poor boy had run wailing back to Pigsy about his “crime”, whereupon the pig demon had found you, breathed a sigh of relief that you weren't badly injured, and offered your parent a free meal as an apology.

He remembers, as the adults sit in Pigsy's small restaurant outside, sticking his finger into your mouth, poking at your gums. And you had done the same, ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘aah-ing’ at the sight of his pointy fangs that pricked your fingers.

The rest of the evening, it's spent with you both gushing about your favorite show―it seems you're a fan of the new Monkey King series that came out last year, but your favorite is a character with not enough screentime. Erlang, is it? Whatever, you still like the same show, and MK likes talking with you. 

One visit becomes two, three, and so forth, so forth. You're his favorite person, his best friend, even. Your dad had no problem arranging playdates, and even offered Pigsy once to keep him (MK) for the night, if only to grant the pig demon some reprieve with work. 

MK really, really likes you. He likes that you like playing with him, and he likes that you're one of the first people who admires his drawings and defends him against the mean kids in the playground.

But then, one day, you're not there. And MK doesn't know what to do.

He goes home to cry to Pigsy. Had a demon stolen you away? Or maybe, you had grown tired of him, as the children promised you would?

“It's okay, kid. We'll see (Name) tomorrow, okay? Don't cry.”

So he finds himself in a hospital, clutching a bowl of cookies Pigsy bought for you. He sticks to his dad and trails behind him, grimacing at the blinding white walls and the squeaky clean tiles which is so different compared to the familiar old floorboards of your homes. 

He isn't allowed to see you at first. You're sleeping, with so many scary things attached to you. Your dad insists you'll be fine, but he thinks he's lying, because if you really would be fine, why would he be crying anyway?

But MK obediently promises Pigsy to listen, and he goes home and waits, and waits….

It's a month before you return again, looking sick, but also…better. Your dad stays downstairs to talk with Pigsy, and he gets to bring you to his bedroom, to watch the new episodes of Monkey Cop.

He doesn't ask, of course. Pigsy made him promise not to be rude, even if he's curious and wants to know really badly why you were sleeping in a hospital, or why one of your ears has cotton inside, or why you wince when he tries to touch it.

“There there.” He tries to say instead, patting your hand like Pigsy does for him. “Don't be sad. I'm here, okay?”

MK smiled as the memory faded in his mind. His gaze drifted towards you over the top of his cards, your expression one of pure focus as you try to determine which card you would need to win this round.

To be honest, it took an embarassingly long time for him to realize what had happened to you, and why from then on, you couldn't hear from one of your ear. Actually, had it not been for you both running into the ever-so intelligent Mei back then, he probably would've lived the rest of his life utterly confused.

Your accident meant that a lot of kids acted strangely around you back then. Why that was, even he wouldn't know, but he at least had promised you that no matter what, he would remain by your side.

And he meant it, didn't he? Sixteen years later, you were still his very best friend (well, next to Mei at least), and he wouldn't trade you for the world….

“Ha! I win!” You threw your cards before you, all aces. The corners of your eyes crinkled as you smiled, eyes gleaming with glee and pride at your victory, and for a moment, MK felt a slight warmth spreading through his body.

“Oh.” He smiled, hiding his own cards. “Guess I lost again, huh?”,

You laughed, a beautiful sound, and leaned forward to pat his shoulder. “Hey, it's not your fault I'm amazing.” You chuckled, flicking his forehead affectionately. “Next time, I'll go easy on you, alright?”

MK only hoped his blush wasn't too visible on his face. He cleared his throat and nodded with a smile.

“Fine, fine,” he pretended to relent. “One more game. Winner buys the loser dinner?”

“Shouldn't it be the other way around?”

“.....no….?”

“Broke ass.”

@lotusarchon , 12.03.2025, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated!

[faulty-writes]

HIII!!! My dear, favorite tenya writter.

Could i please request some headcanons of iida with a very poor childhood friend? Like, they met when reader was trying to trade a penny for his whole aah school backpack or something 😭

(By the way, just so you know, i am currently reading every single tenya fanfic you have ever wrote)

((i am so normal about him))

Awe, I'm so glad I can be your favorite Tenya writer. I would love to write another AU one shot featuring him, but I can't think of any solid plotlines. Eventually, I'll get there. But this request sounds adorable. I hope I did it justice.

Tenya took pride in the Iida family name, but he was never one to flaunt his high status until he met you. The ragged clothes you wore caught his attention, as did the way you were staring at him and your attempted trade-off of his backpack and supplies for one yen coin.

"It's quite alright. If I wish to be like my elder brother, I will provide aid to you." His family legacy of heroes was something he took seriously, and as such, he helped provide financial aid for your school supplies, clothing, and on occasion meals.

You tried to repay him for the good deeds he provided by giving him handwritten cards, self-made crafts, and subtle signs of affection. He seemed appreciative of them, but you vowed to repay him more properly one day.

"You are capable of achieving whatever you desire. However, if you need assistance, I would be honored to aid you." Being low-class, you didn't have a lot of dreams because reality was nothing but a nightmare. But Tenya always encouraged you to pursue your ambitions, even if the two of you were small compared to this big world.

While Tenya wasn't popular, he had more friends than you and it was assumed this was because of his high-class status. Still, he always invited you to do activities with his other friends and made sure that they weren't rude to you. If by chance they were, he'd speak up and request they apologize for mistreating you.

"It's quite fine if you require some time to properly express how you feel." On occasion, Tenya would find you isolating yourself and recognized this typically happened when you were emotionally overwhelmed, and he tried to offer comfort and support. Most of the problems were related to your social status and poor home life.

You were grateful that you created memories with Tenya. Although being children, it was hard to tell what the future brought. Still, the days you spent eating lunch together, playing in the sand, and being pushed on the swing were something you knew you would treasure for the rest of your life.

[bluebellowl]

Seeing that little comic of Ingo practicing and learning self defence of sumo whatever martial arts and then the image of holding down a theif and Emmet running over like - Wtf Ingo!- Amused me so and makes me wonder what other Hisui stuff he pulls in modern times that just completely catches Emmet off guards

Like since i imagine he lived on the mountains ? or in the wildnerness he be a good climber ? Cause of this Emmet just finds him in the weirdest high places like a cat watching over the world and is worried his dear old brother gonna brake a bone.

AAH Thank you!

I looked at Jiu Jitsu for the martial art poses because I was looking at what kind of martial arts were practiced commonly on Hokkaido, and that's Jiu Jitsu!

(This is the piece referred to here btw)

Ingo is definitely gonna have some traits that catch Emmet off guard or are just strange to him and really make him feel that his brother has been leading a completely different life for the last two decades.

I don't think he'd randomly feel the urge to climb high places, but he'd crave to be in nature again, seek out forests, and on rare free days, travel to mountain ranges and go hiking on otherwise dangerous paths. I also think he'd visit asian markets to find foods he'd eat or buy clothes that were common in his clan as he finds them more comfortable, like Ainu robes. He might also find the rush of the city overwhelming for a good while as he hasn't seen this many people in all his years in Hisui, or has a hard time wearing his new uniform as his old one has become so comfortable.

Hope this answers your question, have a great day :D

[fairestwriting]

headcannons about idia who’s head over heels in love with yuu ever since the orientation ceremony (he’s such a dork your honor)

Of course they get closer over time as the story progresses ^~^

also I just wanted to say your works r so cute and unique along with how you write them!! You truly do capture the essence of the characters even when the stories r pretty short or even just simply headcannons lol <3

wahh thank you sm 🥹 i really love the characters and writing them in situations…. it makes me happy to hear people think im portraying them well

𐙚 Idia Shroud

It’s not like he’s never had a crush on anyone before, he’d usually recognize the feeling pretty quickly even. But, that pretty much instant feeling of being drawn to this one specific stranger in the crowd, that’s definitely something new. He doesn’t understand why he’s so fixated on you right off the bat, flustered like you’re not multiple feet apart and don’t even know each other’s names. Idia’s heart races even more, being almost too late to realize he was staring at you before you glance towards him. Sure, you’re a cute stranger, but that sort of “crush at first sight” thing only belongs in cheesy dating sims and such, as far as Idia knows.

”Aah, that’s it, this school finally made me lose my mind”, he thinks, once at the ceremony, then again when your face shows up in his thoughts later. He hadn’t even heard you speak, and yet… He finds himself overthinking every bit of that non-interaction, one half of his mind firmly telling him that he’s being a weirdo for doing that at all, near completely drowned out by his worries over whether you caught him staring at you like an idiot. If this was really a crush, and not a really weird case of crossed wires, he’s probably already ruined everything for himself, right? Not that he’d have a chance otherwise—

He almost manages to get over the whole thing when the stars decide to align to laugh at him, and you two end up talking. What exactly led up to it? If you asked him how, he’d hinestly have trouble remembering. Did you end up visiting his dorm, maybe even joining his club? Did you two run into each other in the halls, anime meet-cute style? You introduced yourself, and he somehow managed to respond appropriately. Maybe he was on his phone, looking at something related to a game he likes, and you just so happened to play it too…

And it’s a known fact that the one thing that’ll get Idia to forget his own anxiety for a moment, is being prompted to talk about his interests— Whatever it was that you brought up became the thing that miraculously tied you two together. You end up exchanging contact information, both too invested in feeding each other’s excitement for a second.

…Then, after you walk away from each other, it hits Idia that he has your contact information. Looking back on it, he feels like that must have been insanely lucky of him. Probably months worth of dream cards pulled from limited banners. At this point, there’s no way to deny his feelings to himself, incomprehensible as they might feel. Maybe he could dare to think he has a chance, considering you two have an interest in common… And it’s always much easier for him to talk to people over text.

That’d be getting ahead of himself, though, he thinks, the debate heavy in his mind as he proofreads his text asking if you want to play that game with him anytime soon. He covers his own eyes when he hits send, his hands feeling shaky down to the fingertips. You could send the most unremarkably polite response, he’s still going all crazy over it, even alarming Ortho with the noise he makes when he almost falls off his chair.

You play together, somehow it turns into a routine thing. You start exchanging texts, greeting each other in the halls. Idia has no idea how life just dropped that on his lap, even though he starts to feel more comfortable around you, it’s always still a little surreal. There’s always that persistent fear that he’s going to ruin everything somehow, but as much as his lower moods make him want to withdraw, he never goes through with it, a text from you arriving just in time to snap him out of the trance— Really, you must be magic, or something. So much that even if it all turned out to be a spell, he doesn’t think he’d even mind it.

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"Say Aah!" Cain SSR Card Story - The Pinnacle of Deep Frying

Cain: Whew, we sure have walked a lot. Master Sage, you're not too worn out, are you?

Akira: I'm okay. I am getting a little hungry, though…

Cain: I'm definitely feeling it, too. I'm pretty sure I saw a food stall back down that alley. Let's go check it out.

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Akira: Mm, is that smell oil…? Then this stall must be…

Shopkeeper: Welcome, welcome! Step right up!

Cain: Hey, whatcha selling here?

Shopekeeper: "What," you ask… Well, that's a bit rough to answer. Might as well say anything, 'cause I'll deep fry anything!

Cain: …Anything, you say?

Shopkeeper: Eeyup. I'll fry whatever you want, dear customers, and then give it to you. What do you two want? I'll fry it up for you!

Cain: So, really anything? You've got a hell of a business model. Then I'll take a nice juicy cut of bacon!

Shopkeeper: You got it. And for you?

Akira: Umm, I guess I'll take a veggie or two.

Shopkeeper: Gotcha, one nice cut of bacon and our finest vegetables! Both together will be 300 yen.

Cain pulled out his wallet, and as he handed it over, he very casually and naturally touched the stall owner's hand.

Shopkeeper: Alright, now sit back 'n watch!

The shopkeeper grinned and popped a thick slice of bacon and a nougat yam into his pot of oil.

Cain: Man, I love deep fried stuff. I totally get wanting to deep fry anything and everything you can.

Akira: You sure have done that whenever you got the chance, as I recall…

Shopkeeper: Oh, that right? I feel like you 'n me could get along, kid! Here ya go, deep fried to perfection. Here's your bacon.

Cain: Thank you. …Well, don't mind if I do. Damn, that's good! Gimme another!

Shopkeeper: Ahaha! You practically inhaled that thing. Well, gimme just a second. Here's your nougat yam.

Akira: Thank you very much. Now, let me try it…

Mithra: What is that?

Akira: Oh!

Mithra suddenly appeared next to me and snatched my yam out of my hand.

Mithra: Chomp munch. How disappointing. My burnt charcoal has much more impact.

Cain: Hey man, you can't just show up and start picking a fight like that. And while I'm at it, that was the Sage's, not yours.

Mithra: It's their fault for letting their guard down. Besides, they should have something much tastier, with much more impact. In fact, it's terribly inconsiderate of them that they didn't consider doing this.

Akira: (That's an absolutely wild thing to just say like that…)

Shopkeeper: Impact, you say… Well, I guess it's possible that focusing so much on my deep frying means I let flavor fall by the wayside. I ain't as popular as some of the other stalls around here, and I don't get much in the way of feedback, so thank ya kindly for being so upfront about it.

Cain: Mister… Hey, would it be alright if I helped you with your shop?

Shopkeeper: Huh…?

Cain: We're comrades in the art of deep frying. I want to learn whatever I can from you.

Shopkeeper: Well, I'd appreciate the help. Welcome to the team.

Cain: Nice! Well then, let's get right to it… Do you think trying to put more flavor into the coating?

Akira: That sounds like it might be a good idea. Since deep fried food can be a little hard on the stomach, how about mixing in something nice and refreshing? Like how karaage usually comes with lemon slices…

Shopkeeper: I see, I see… Well, let's give it a try!

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Shopkeeper: And done! Some lightly fried vinegar fish, ready to serve! I added some ultramarine lemon juice to the batter. Here, try it!

Cain: Here we go…

Akira: Thank you very much.

The three of us took a bite of our respective fried fish.

Akira: (…Th-this is…)

Cain: Damn, that's sour!

Mithra: This is much more stimulating, though lightly frying it was unnecessary in my opinion.

Akira: It definitely packs a punch now, but maybe we could make it a little bit more…mellow…?

Cain: We're definitely going in the right direction. There's still something missing, but we're almost there…to peak deliciousness… I know! Mithra, we top this with that secret sauce of yours?

Mithra: Secret…? Oh, you mean this.

Mithra pulled a bottled labeled MAGIC SAUCE out of thin air.

Shopkeeper: Wh-where'd you pull that from…?!

The shopkeepers eyes went wide, and Cain and I frantically exchanged glances.

Akira: (We're in Eastern Country, so it'd be really really bad if it gets out that they're wizards…!) H-H-He's really good at sleight of hand type tricks! This guy, master of stage magic! He loves to surprise people so he always keeps a bottle up his sleeve, if you know what I mean!!

Cain: Yeah, yep! He always pulls it off so cool and casual, right?!

Mithra: What are you two talking about? This is basic magi--momph.

Cain: Anyways, moving on! The sauce he's got here tastes amazing on everything. Wanna give it a try?

Shopkeeper: On everything, you say? Is there really a sauce out there like that? Sounds downright magical.

Mithra: Of course it does. This is my handmade universal sauce.

Cain: C'mon, try it out.

At Cain's urging, we all put some of the sauce onto our fried fish.

Akira: (It's so good. Yakiniku sauce coming in clutch once again…)

Shopkeeper: Th-this flavor…! Y-you gotta tell me! How do I make this sauce?!

Mithra: You can't.

Shopkeeper: Why not?!

Mithra: Because you're nothing but a human--

Cain: Uhhhhhhhh hey! It's actually because the ingredients are really hard to get! It's a real specialty product!

Shopkeeper: Oh, I see… Then would you be willing to part with some? I'll pay you, I've got cash!

Mithra: I refuse. Making more of it would be such a bother.

Shopkeeper: No… It was such a vivid, perfect flavor…

Cain: Well, here's my thought. Why not try to make your own version of it? You're a chef, and you've got a lot experience with, y'know, eating things and examining the flavors, right? I'm sure you can rediscover this sauce's flavor.

Akira: I'd like to help you in this endeavor, too!

Shopkeeper: Well, ya got me. Let me try my hand at it!

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Shopkeeper: I think I've gotten the base flavor pretty close… What do you think?

The sauce the shopkeeper made certainly looked like Mithra's universal sauce. As for the flavor…

Cain: Mm, something's missing, I think.

Mithra: Yes. Something definitely is.

Akira: I think maybe it's that it's not, like, thick enough? But just a little thicker might be perfect…

Shopkeeper: You sure are eloquent, kiddo. I want to keep you as my taste tester!

Akira: M-me?!

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We ended up trying several different variations of sauces on different deep fried foods in a lengthy process of trial and error. At some point, Mithra got bored of stuffing himself with fried foods and wandered off.

Shopkeeper: Alright, next up is fried macaroni stalks! Still good to try it?

Akira: Yes. …Here goes. (The sauce counteracts the macaroni stalks' bitterness, but it still feels like something's missing…) (And I've eaten so many things, my stomach feels like it's going to burst…)

Cain: …

Cain glanced over at me with my hand on my belly, and licked a drop of sauce off of one of his fingers.

Cain: Why not add some kind of oil? Like, a climactic oil versus oil battle. You know, like how deep frying stuff plain in butter is really good.

Shopkeeper: No batter, just butter… Damn, I think you might really be onto something here!

Cain: I think the actual flavor of the sauce is spot-on at this point. Other than that, we just need to finish ironing out the proper mellowness and then we're done.

Akira: I think adding some extra oil would be good, too…

The shopkeeper added a few drops of his special, flavorful oil and mixed it in…

Akira: Alright, time for a taste… Mm! This is it!! (This smell, this flavor, it's spot-on yakiniku sauce!) This is it, this is it…! It's a little different from Mithra's magic sauce, but it's really close…this is the universal sauce!

Shopkeeper: Really?!

Cain: You did it!

Shopkeeper: I gotta thank that lad that let me taste this in the first place!

Cain: We'll be sure to tell him.

Shopkeeper: Thank ya kindly. I was so focused on perfecting the art of frying that I forgot to pay attention to the flavor, even though that's what I should've been thinking about if I wanted to make this place more successful. Y'know, I was just about at the end of my rope, thinkin' there was just no helping that I wasn't getting customers since I only deep fried things, but as a fellow afficionado of all things deep-fried…you've given me hope.

Cain: I mean, what else was I gonna do? I'm already looking forward to the next time we come out to this neck of the woods and I get to drop by your stall again.

Akira: Same here. We'll be sure to remember you.

Shopkeeper: And I, you! I'll prepare a deep fried full course meal for you any day!

Akira: (Thank goodness, Cain looks really satisfied, too…!)

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Akira: (But, my gosh, I feel full… I guess we went a little too crazy with the fried foods…)

Cain: You okay, Master Sage?

Akira: Yeah. Just thinking I might've overeaten a little…

Cain: How about we find something light to eat to give your palate a refresher?

Akira: ?! N-no, I'm okay! I feel like if I eat anything else, I'm going to pop… But thank you for the thought.

Cain: Haha. Don't worry, I was just joking. Sorry for making you part of that whole escapade.

Akira: Oh, no, I enjoyed it! Trying to figure out the ingredients for the perfect sauce was really fun.

Cain: I'm happy to hear that. Mithra's special sauce was a big help, but so was your spot-on food reviews.

Akira: I'm really happy that shopkeeper ended up pleased with the results, too.

Cain: Yeah. I hope the next time we come by, that stall's got a big line in front of it.

Akira: And I'll make sure that I don't eat too much…!

Cain: Ahaha, good plan!

****TL Notes: karaage is a type of fried chicken, but distinct enough from what most english speakers picture when they think of fried chicken that i left it as-is. squeezing a lemon slice over it or adding a few drops of vinegar really makes it pop. yakiniku is grilled meat that's typically done over a charcoal stove and topped with, indeed, a particular savory sauce.

Training Episode: The Deliciousness of Killing Two Birds with One Stone!

Akira: Cain? What are you doing in the kitchen?

Cain: Oh, Master Sage. I was craving some good ol' deep fried good and was just about to whip something up. You want any?

Akira: Fried food cravings…?

Cain: Ever since we helped out that fried food stand back in the Town of Blue Scales, I've been wanting to branch out and try deep frying more stuff.

Akira: We sure did eat a lot of fried foods then…

Cain: That said, I still haven't found anything that beats deep fried butter. So there's just this lack of satisfaction I can't get rid of… Can you think of anything good to try? Something unexpected!

Akira: Something delicious, but unexpected… How about ice cream?

Cain: Ice cream…? That's definitely out of left field. Wouldn't it melt if I tried to deep fry it?

Akira: I'm pretty sure there's something you can do to make sure it doesn't melt…

Cain: I see… Well then, let's embark upon a journey to fell the mystery of deep fried ice cream! Eating something warm and cold at the same time is really efficient. Two birds, one stone!

Akira: But if I can't remember how to do it, it's going to take us a long time to figure it out on our own…

Cain: You don't need to force yourself to or anything.

Akira: Huh?

Cain: You know I like spending time with you, Master Sage.