#this was really dumb no clue why I drew this

[curscival]

Every time I get booped I imagine their pfp is booping my pfp so when I get attacked it feels like

[gemharvest]

Okay hear me out (and I will forget I sent an ask in again 2 seconds later) RGB as crystal gems

PREFACING THIS ART WITH AN "I'm sorry I didn't lean more into the SU side of things" I am being so fr I don't wanna mess with trying to figure out more gem-like outfits for them so they're basically the same except with limited palettes and also gems. I don't think it's actually gonna matter to anyone but ANSJKNKDGJ if I don't open with that my brain will Explode. /lh

GO CRAZY GO STUPID AHHHHHH. GEMS. I'm going to have to put my bullet points under a read more just cuz I know I am about to fucking Go Off. grins

Girlfriend is a red diamond. Boyfriend is a peridot. Pico is a green spinel.

GIRLFRIEND:

Went with a diamond cuz of the status thing. I am almost worried it feels like too easy of a pull but I doonnn't care I think it'd be fun if she was a diamond. :) Red obviously because it's her color.

Playing off the status thing; ofc her parents would also be diamonds and so you can have the reasoning of "oh this isn't a high-rank gem" for them not liking Boyf. I mean if you need any reasoning aside from them just being unreasonable LOL but that's always there.

Placement on her chest because !! love !!!! That's also why it's a heart-shaped cut instead of a. Diamond shape.

My backup assignment for her would be a jasper because I think it'd suit her well to be any quartz, and with jasper you can get close to her reds !! The status thing is really what made me decide on a diamond tho.

As I type this I realize there are some vaaaguee similarities to Pink I could pull as extra reasoning but shruuuugs my brain is NOT in an analytical mood rn so I'll just let others chew on that for me.

This isn't really relevant to RGB but I wanna mention it: I think it'd be funny if the demon henchmen were rubies.

BOYFRIEND:

The biggest factor for me going peridot with him is the fact that a common headcanon for canon Peridot is that she's autistic and while I mostly work with ADHD Boyf myself (since that's the experience I can pull from personally)... I am a sucker for a good autistic/AuDHD read with him.

This man is short and Era 2 peridots are short. If I drew him SU style this guy would need limb enhancers. lol

Instead of a prohibition symbol his shirt has the outline of a star. I just find that neat. :)

He would sooooooo suck at a peridot's role but also iirc in canon he's a college drop out anyways so it cancels out. He's got that Greg Universe in him.

Honestly, I put his gem placement on the back of his hand bc I had no clue where else to put it. My secondary placement for it would be on his forehead bc it'd make me giggle with him being Dumb but canon Peridot already has the forehead placement so I didn't go ahead with that.

HE STOLE PICO'S GREEN SPOT. spritzing him with water like a naughty dog BAD BOYFRIEND.

PICO:

This is my little indulgent one I really. I really love canon Spinel. This is tangential but like I literally have 4 spinel OCs and then another 4 furry OCs with designs based on canon Spinel. The urge to make One Of Them a spinel was going to be there.

The juxtaposition of him being a gem with an entertainer role and also a hard-ass hitman makes me giggle. Idk I feel like if you already know canon Spinel then you can probably connect the dots as to why I'd imagine him as a spinel as well.

Heart cut because I find it cute and it matches GF. I think a spade shape could be fun too but idk I prefer just going with a heart. Placement on his upper back because. :) Because he can't easily shield it from damage that way. He has to be constantly aware of his surroundings, unless he wants to give someone the chance for an easy hit on him if they sneak up from behind. Little paranoia thing to fuck with him. I'm so nice to Pico !! :D

Bringing back the status thing with GF's parents; I can't help but giggle thinking abt them hiring him. Imagine you get recommended this really good hitman and you meet up and it's a fucking court jester. Fucking ego hit but DD needs the job done so he hires him anyways. AND THEN PICO DOESN'T EVEN CARRY OUT THE FUCKING HIT. Never hiring a clown off of Craigslist again. /JOKING

hits play on this and sits down with my head in my hands

OKAY BEFORE I'M DONE I WANNA MENTION: I made myself give them all gem assignments BUT I do think it would be fun if one of them was not a gem a la Greg and Rose. So I give you: regular canon demon GF and her two gem boyfriends. Takes a bow. (<- honestly might do something further with that for my own fun. teehee)

[thetransintransformers]

Tryst (18+)

Cycmags Softcore basically

Stuck in the brig.

Servos chained above his head.

Listening to the sounds of Galvatron ranting and raving about his eventual demise.

No, not quite the situation Ultra Magnus wanted to find himself in.

How he allowed himself to be caught like this was still a mystery. The schematics he ran on how he would be getting in and out of the Decepticon base, the time he spent knowing exactly how every process within his mission was going to take, and hell, it’s not like he was dealing with much competition. 

As powerful as Galvatron was, he was a lunatic now, more obsessed with beating down his subordinates than actually getting anything for his cause done. Much like the real Megatron but, the distinction was still there. Then there were the sweeps: intimidating enough to look at but ultimately, so . . .  well Ultra Magnus hesitated on the word, how callous it sounded, but they were so DUMB. One vain, one a coward, one simply playing leader while having no clue of how to truly manage their cohorts. 

Yet, were they really so incompetent if they captured him? Or was Ultra Magnus just worse off than he realized? No, that wasn’t it, neither side. Because it was not the sweeps that caught him.

It was Cyclonus.

Cyclonus, he truly, was an odd one out amongst these new Decepticons. 

He remembered their time well as Quintesson killing jar combatants. Cyclonus was stoic, cold, calculated, a brave and noble warrior. The two seemed to find equal ground on opposite sides, a fierce loyalty to their sides. Where they differed was Ultra Magnus’ sense of justice, and Cyclonus’ need to prove worth. Yet somehow, those values still aligned all too well for them. The wonders Cyclonus could do if he was an autobot, but alas. Cyclonus was made in the image of evil, he would follow Galvatron to the ends of the galaxy. That was something Ultra Magnus would have to spend the next 5 cycles researching on. If he was given five cycles now that he awaited a swift death. Perhaps it would be Cyclonus himself to carry out the hit. At least then, Ultra Magnus’ pride wouldn’t be so wounded.

The door of his prison zoomed up, and in stepped a familiar purple-clad figure. Speak of the devil, it was his ghost again.

Cyclonus stared down at Ultra Magnus, gazes meeting one another in an intense glare. Ultra Magnus could barely make out the sound of Cyclonus humming, as he drew forth a gun. 

Game over, it seemed.

Ultra Magnus would not hang his helm though as he spoke. “Come to finish me off? Do it then. If you were hoping for information I would never–” BANG.

Ultra Magnus shuttered his optics behind his visor, gritting his teeth as the shot rang out. He held his arms down infront of him for some type of protection.

Wait.

His arms? He could move them? Ultra Magnus’ optics widened as he looked down to his now free servos. The mech craned his neck up to see where his arms were previously held hostage. A smoking black shot against the wall and broken chains were above his head. “Up. Now.” Cyclonus commanded, throwing the gun to the side. Despite his order, Ultra Magnus still did not move fast enough for his liking, so he took one of the other’s arms in his grip and pulled. Ultra Magnus stumbled to his pedes, looking at the Decepticon SIC in utter confusion. “You had the perfect chance to kill me and you–” Before he could finish the sentiment, Cyclonus was pulling the Autobot by the collar, and pressing their lips tightly together. Once again, Magnus’ optics went wide, stuttering even to comprehend what had just happened. Cyclonus even now seemed so . . . focused. Slotting their lips together as if they’d always fit so perfectly. Magnus nearly let his optics close, let himself sink into the moment before Cyclonus was pulling away, leaving the Autobot breathless. It took a moment to gather his thoughts before Ultra Magnus was stuttering. Gods, he was stuttering? What had the warship done to him? “I . . . you . . . why did you–” “Consider that your 5-click head start.” The warship interrupted, already pushing Ultra Magnus to leave the cell. “The others will be distracted only for so long.” “Wait, wait!” Ultra Magnus pushed back, turning to him. “Why are you helping me? Wouldn’t it mean the world to your leader if I was dead?” “Yes. It would.” Cyclonus answered back, without the slightest hint of hesitation. Well, good to see his priorities were still straight. “But,” Cyclonus began again. “It is . . . not honorable. You are meant to die on the battlefield, us, in glorious combat. Not to rot in a cell.” Cyclonus informed, rather poetic for the time. Ultra Magnus raised an optic ridge. “So this isn’t over.” Cyclonus nodded. “Not nearly. Now go!”

---- When they met again, the roles could not have been more reversed. Cyclonus hanged off the side of an autobot cargo ship, claws digging deep into the metal, threatening to loosen. One wing hung damaged and smoking. Even if it wasn’t painful to transform, there was no way he could manage himself in the air long enough to not crash. This was, pitifully so, the end for the Decepticon SIC.

Cyclonus mustered what breath he could still, and slowly let his servos unpierce the metal of the autobot ship. He closed his optics, waiting for the fall to brush past him and into oblivion. As his servo fell away from the ship, a hand from within grabbed his wrist roughly, stopping his fall before it even began. Cyclonus’ optics opened and he looked up to see a familiar autobot. “Magnus!” He called out before he was pulled up into the ship. Nothing else was exchanged between the two, as soon as Cyclonus was pulled aboard, Ultra Magnus had dipped him, slotting their lips into a kiss, not unlike when Magnus was kept in prison. It was Cyclonus’ turn for his optics to widen, dumbfounded as Ultra Magnus pulled away from the kiss. “What happened to dying on the battlefield, huh?” the autobot spoke, a smile twitching up on his features. How. How idiotic. How foolish. How casual. How–oh gods above, how charming. 

Cyclonus lunged, arms wrapped tight around Ultra Magnus’ helm, causing the Autobot to stumble back against his own control panel. The kisses started again, heavier, hotter, than before. Forget the fact that mashed-around servos were changing their flight patterns. Cyclonus pressed close, as did Ultra Magnus, taking the slightest gulps of air when the warship allowed him to.

Cyclonus pulled back, taking in a deep breath, eyes half-lidded. Still, he panted as he crooned, “Why must we always seek the unattainable?” “Shut up.” Ultra Magnus rather ineloquently interrupted, going for another kiss. “Just shut up.”

They went on like that for far longer than what was necessary. Not that any of this interaction was necessary. Not that their interaction in the Decepticon cell was necessary.

And yet. It became necessary for them. 

The paint transfers were a tad of a challenge, but nothing a well-crafted explanation couldn’t sweep away. ----

Their third tryst together was far less easy to explain.

Ultra Magnus sat at the edge of a berth, lavender scratches of paint covering his frame. The only sound that filled the room was a few deep breaths in the dark. By his side, a servo wrapped against one shoulder, while the other moved his helm to look his paramour in the optics. Cyclonus, with a satisfied smirk, pressed a kiss against Ultra Magnus’ cheek. “My breath must mingle with yours, lest it feel wrong.” he breathed out. Ultra Magnus hummed. “You just come up with that? It’s beautiful.” He had to admit, raising a hand to cup Cyclonus’ helm in his own, and giving him a more forward peck. “Cyclonus,” he began, letting the warship nuzzle into his servo. “We could be more than this.” Cyclonus answered, “Whatever do you mean?”

Ultra Magnus let a softer smile cross his features. “You could, well, you could join me. You’d be a fine autobot–” Ultra Magnus barely got another word in before the hand that just caressed his shoulder was at his throat, pushing him back on the berth. Cyclonus narrowed ruby optics, a sneer coming to his features. “Choose your words wisely, Ultra Magnus.” He spoke, getting close to the other’s face. “Do not ever ask me to betray my lord.” Ultra Magnus choked for a moment before he nodded as best he could. “Noted.”

Cyclonus loosened his grip, but he did not move from his position. Instead, his sneer turned to a smirk. “Shall we continue?” The warship soon was throwing his leg over the side of Ultra Magnus’ frame, straddling the Autobot's waist as he leaned down. Ultra Magnus chuckled, still collecting the breath that was knocked out of him. “Well, when you move like that.” He hummed. Soon, the Autobot’s face fell into bliss, brought into a few more kisses, that traveled down his neck cables. “Magnus,” Cyclonus whispered, “Your talents are wasted under a faulty prime like Rodimus.” He began. Odd dirty talk to have, but Ultra Magnus couldn’t help himself. This sort of talk was wrong to indulge in, but he pushed. “Go on.” Cyclonus traveled lower on his neck. “Your skills.” A kiss. “Your tactical mastery.” Another kiss. “Mmm,” Ultra Magnus let out, so perfectly in the palm of Cyclonus’ servos. “Surely you have wondered, how much farther your efforts would be appreciated under Decepticon colors.” There it was. Ultra Magnus used an arm to push Cyclonus up from his neck, breaking their contact. Magnus spoke, firm as ever. “Cyclonus. I don’t ask you to betray your lord. You don’t ask me to betray my cause. Got it?” For a moment, the room went cold. Cyclonus’ heated gaze turned. “Noted.” He echoed from before. “Will this be our last rendezvous then?” Ultra Magnus let an optic ridge go up and teased. “Hey now, I didn’t say that.” a chuckle followed, and the mood had been restored. Cyclonus hummed and leaned down for another kiss. “So then. Where were we?”

[this-aint-massachusetts]

Clapton Davis headcanons because why not?

Note: None of these are x reader related, I just wanted to make fun stand alone hcs for my fav Jhutch character. You don’t have to agree with or like my headcanons just please don’t be an ass <3

- Did the trend where he drew a mustache on his finger and put it on his upper lip

- Has one of those mustache mood bracelets

- Has TONS of those rubber bracelets (yes, even the I ❤️ boobs one)

- Has the Minecraft boxers

- His style is kinda scene/skater

- Cuddles, he loves cuddles and just physical affection in general. He likes other forms of affection but touch just really makes him happy and feel like he’s really loved

- Dog person

- If you ask him about his favorite song or band, he prepared for him to go on an 5+ hour rant about it and why he loves it so much

- Follows people around a lot

- Like in the movie, he’s a slacker but if he tries enough than he good at basically anything

- Most people just figured he was a slacker because he was just dumb so people were actually shocked that he got that A+ and passed

- He’s pretty much nocturnal and is up during the night a lot

- Doesn’t believe in doors, only uses windows to get inside

- Decently good baker

- Gets lost easily and always claims he knows where he’s going but nine times out of ten he has no clue where he’s going

- Has a strange, innate ability to somehow photobomb any photo that’s being taken in his vicinity. Weather it’s on purpose of accident by god Clapton is somehow going to be in the background

- Great at skateboard, absolute ass at roller skating

Anyways, that’s all I got for now. Might make more later.

[stxrmylxve]

First: I'm sorry, I know you just stated an event and I've been sending a bunch of requests, so PLEASE take your time and put off anything you need to! Never feel obligated to fulfill a request if you've got other stuff going on, I promise I'm understanding of the fact that we all have lives and other things going on in them.

Second: Apologizing a second time, because I decided to send this one in (I had it saved in my drafts and was going to scrap it) because I got really sad and needed some comedy.

Kazutora, Mikey, Chifuyu, Baji, Kokonoi, and Draken with an S/O who playfully runs away from them when they're about the be questioned regarding pranks being pulled on them (I.E. hiding Draken's tools in unusual places, putting sticky notes on their clothes with funny messages that make others giggle, drawing cat whiskers on Chifuyu with washable markers but while he sleeps) S/O be like: "Wha? WHO DID THAT? Uh-uh, not me, NO sir! Innocent till proven guilty," and if they chase S/O: "AAAAAH IT WASN'T MEEEE!"

A/N: sorry for the late answer, life hit and holy fuck it is unnecessarily stressful sometimes huh?

Kazutora:

What you did: Left a funny note on the back of his shirt

okay kazutora wants a good start back in life, and when people start laughing at him it makes him a little suspicious again

he has no clue what he is wearing half the time, muchless cares to looks for a message

…why do i feel like he might get a little mad?

in private, ofc

he would rant about it to you for a good while and it is hard to keep your composure

“…you wrote it on my back?”

… he chases you for hours, beware.

Mikey:

What you did: Didn’t give him a flag on his food

you’re his flag person, how could you forget a flag for him?!

throws a damn tantrum and calls up draken so that he will come to bring the flag for him

”you don’t have my flag? …why.?”

he gets so sad oml

“I just forgot it, that’s all. It’s in my bag at home…”

he glares at you for a good day or so (or more)

Chifuyu:

What you did: Drew a cat in sharpie on his chest

chifuyu shows his chest at meetings. okay that sounds weird. he goes on rants and for some reason breaks out his chest and wabam, there is a huge cat face he didn’t know about on full display

mikey has to stiffle a laugh since this is an official meeting, but chifuyu flat out leaves

”did you seriously draw on my chest last night?”

”me? noooo, I would never. Hey i gotta go walk peke j outside to go swimming, i gotta go-“

poor baby

Baji:

What you did: Hid his favorite hairbrush

this man is a DIVA and will FIGHT for his hairbrush

anyways, hr gets so pissed and reminds me of inosuke randomly yelling

”WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY HAIRBRUSH”

… you’re the only one in the house. obviously it was you. duh.

he questions you day in and out trying to solve the ‘mystery’, but when it shows up mysteriously the next day, he tackles you again for questioning

no literally, tackles you onto the bed and asks you sm 💀

Koko:

What you did: stored a wad of cash for tonight’s dinner/shopping elsewhere

he doesn’t really care until you throw a fake fit saying how much you had been looking forward to paying in cash for your stuff

then he perked up, but got nervous instead

he often misplaces things, but never his money. thought it wad a robbery and checked the cameras, only to find you snooping around

he is fine w it though, he even plays along and acts dumb

”you know i saw you on the cameras, right?”

”me? no. that was my.. sister, koko. we looks identical heh.”

Draken:

What you did: ‘Accidentally’ misplaced a few of his tools

you can not be playing games the man is on a TIME CRUNCH

he flips the whole shop upside down before you rush in to stop with panic

”baby it was just a prank! they’re over there.” you usher him to a corner where everything was neatly places, and a huge sigh escapes his lips

not only was everything there instead of robbed, it was all still organized neatly enough to his liking

he has a different approach and pecks your lips with a small ‘thanks’ before going back to work

a total mystery 💁‍♀️

[narrators-journal]

May I request hcs of plat!yan!killua with a sibling!darling his age that has a kiddy/puppy crush on leorio? Srry if it's weird, for some reason I just find a newer younger member of the friend group getting a really obvious and cute kid crush on leorio really cute and sweetly funny XD

This is...a little delirious and rambling, but I hope you enjoy it regardless!

You were painfully obvious about your dumb little crush, it was a miracle Leorio was unaware of it. Gon, Killua could understand being so dense to it, the unofficial-fae child was really only focused on protecting his friends, finding his dad, and protecting others, so it was entirely believable that he'd bring you into the group and proceed to miss the neon sign of puppy love that flashed above your head whenever Leorio was around. Leorio though, was a medical student with more than enough experience with people. How he missed it, the Zoldyck had no clue.

Though, he might be more aware then he seems. The snow-haired kid mused one night as the five of you camped out on some hunter job and he watched you stare up at the lanky doctor-to-be with stars in your eyes. Maybe he's just playing oblivious to spare their feelings. I guess that's easier than outright rejecting them. As Killua thought that, he drew in the dirt with a stick. Continuing along on his ambling train of thought, Though...in some fucked up off chance he ISN'T letting them down easy, I wonder how he'd handle a confession. They're too young to morally accept anything, so would he nip it in the bud? He paused at that, staring down at the senseless doodle he'd made in the dirt for a moment before asking himself, Wait, why would I care? I barely know this kid, I don't give a shit about them. Is it because Gon likes them so much? He likes just about everyone that isn't Hisoka...

Once again, the white-haired assassin glanced up at you and his friend. Watching the way Leorio told you the tales of their hunter exams with animated movements and funny imitations. And Killua just couldn't place why he was sitting there mulling over what he'd do in response to whatever choice Leorio made. The doctor-to-be truly didn't seem to return your feelings in the slightest, he just seemed unaware. Yet, Killua couldn't help but hear that dark, protective, brotherly voice in the back of his head still whisper, Though...if he DID somehow hurt them or take advantage of them. They'd never find his fucking body.

[rockinlibrarian]

🍲🍠🥮🍚

Thanks, anon! This is the writer asks with all food emoji here. Other people can ask, too, I'm generous that way.

🍲 When did you start writing and why?

Like @uniasus, first grade. I had a story dream, as is still my wont, but that was the first (of many) time I said, "That dream was a good story! I should write it down!" I wrote it in a pile of paper folded in the middle and stapled together and added illustrations. It was called "The Christmas Elf" and was about a Santa's helper who was sick of making toys so took our church hostage at Christmas Eve Mass. It could probably go into all sorts of deep things about worker's rights and such that I was surely not thinking about at the age of six. A few years back I even said, "Actually that is an interesting premise, maybe I should rewrite it as a proper picture book." But then I decided it also needed to be in verse, which is dumb of me, because I'm not a poet, and I just made it so much harder for myself, and so I never finished the grownup rewrite either. Oh yeah, I never actually finished the one I wrote in first grade, either. Which leads us to the next question:

🍠 How long does it take you to write one of your fics or a chapter/part?

I considered just leaving my answer at that. But a more complete answer is who knows? I am utterly inconsistent. I will write feverishly and have a story NEARLY done and then not finish it for over a year ("Child of Hypnos" I'm thinking of you-- I really thought it would be a quick one!). I'll rush an idea off in a day, or I'll take years. It's definitely been harder to make time to write in this past year when I've had a full-time job with a Commute, after being Part-Time Literally Down The Street for years. Which again brings us to the next question:

🥮 Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward?

I would just like to finish what I've started, to be honest.

🍚 What genre do you have the toughest time writing?

I was going to say Action Scenes, because I have had trouble when I've had to write them, but then I remembered my favorite old pipe dream, The Mystery. I LOVE mysteries. It's been one of my favorite genres since my mom started reading me Nancy Drew (at about the same time that I started writing). But I haven't got the ...patience? to write it. The careful PLOTTING of it all! The considered laying out of just the right clues at just the right times! Look, I am SURE there are ADHD mystery writers out there whose ADHD actually helps them do it, but mine refuses (much like there are ADHD TEACHERS whose ADHD makes them quick on their feet at dealing with classroom management, but mine just overwhelmed me). It's just too too much to keep track of! Wish I could, though.

[magicalgirlmascot]

Alright who wants to see my old Bionicle humanizations? These were from my modern/college!AU Metru Uni which I made when I was in college. These were all posted on dA circa 2011-12ish, and you have to understand these were drawn by hand, scanned into a computer, and edited using a laptop trackpad and MS Paint. Get ready for a lot of Shoujo Legs and Weird Character Choices. (All images will have their descriptions in the alt text.)

So first of all you have to understand that Vakama was my babygirl for many many years. This guy has the worst social anxiety you've ever seen. Not sure why I decided to take away his glasses when he transformed considering that's one of my least favourite things but whatever.

THIS MAN HAS NO ASS. I mean none of them do but Matau especially, goddamn. Anyway he wanted to dye his hair green so bad but his mom wouldn't let him. This guy is a huge flirt and we stan. Also I think the second image is flipped for some reason.

Okay yeah the second image is definitely flipped why did I do that. I was genuinely trying to make Nokama look cute and fashionable here but also I didn't know how to draw skirts very well so. Yeah. Vakama and Matau were both instantly smitten with her when she showed up and honestly the endgame ship there was Vakama/Nokama but for real it should've been the three of them. God she was so fucking patient

Now I gotta say I have absolutely no clue why the hell I gave Onewa a punk aesthetic (it's not even that punk, really, just what I would've considered punk as a very sheltered teen in 2011) but it kinda fucks actually. He was such a bitch but also he was so right about basically everything. King <3

WHENUA MY BELOVED. He was the oldest out of all of them and straight up had a university degree already but had for some reason decided to go to college after to get qualifications for a job that definitely would have paid less than the job he was originally going for with the university degree but I was dumb as hell and also he had to be at college that was the point of the fic. He and Vakama were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)

Okay so the hairstyle. Um. I was obsessed with Wizard AnimalParade at the time. Also when he lifted the eyepatch on his transformed self he could zoom his vision in and out like a telescope. Also also he was obsessed with astronomy and thought astrology was stupid which. Is very funny writing KNPS now because that version of Nuju has exactly the same opinion

Now, I know what you're thinking. "Hey Rags how come the characters with brown and black as their theme colours are the only brown and black skinned characters" because I was fucking stupid that's why. Moving on.

One of the running gags I had in the manga version of this fic (YES there was a manga version, it only got about halfway through the second chapter) was that Lhikan always had bishounen sparkles every time he appeared. I wanted him to be a pretty boy so bad. I stand by this choice honestly Lhikan should be the prettiest boy. He should be more pretty than he is. VAKAMA SHOULD'VE HAD A BI LITTLE CRUSH ON HIM.

Honestly the only reason his eyes are white here is I forgot to colour them lmao. Dume worked in the college's security office and he was such an uptight old bitch. Look at his stupid little tie clip. This was also before I learned how to, like, make people look older, and so he just looks like a young man with a moustache lol. What learning to draw from Chris Hart books does to a mf

And to round off this part, please have one of the first pieces of digital art I ever did: a cover for the series! Back in the day fanfiction.net let you set a specific cover for a series so I drew this for that. I'm honestly really glad I found this again, I thought that it was lost to time and the only version I had access to was the extremely crunched version still up on ff.net. I drew this all by hand and did all the colouring and shading and stuff using Paint.net, which was a free program. The textures for the dirt and earth were made using MS Paint still though lol.

OKAY there are still about one million billion left to go but I'm calling it here for now so it doesn't get too long. I'll make another post with villains or something later.

Except also here have this no-context picture of Matau that was my deviantart profile picture for a long time.

[leeloooonfire]

I learned reading when I was three. Drew an anatomical correct clown when I was a little younger than 2 years (yes, all fingers were there as well as details on the clothing). I read Shakespear with 7, big fan of Much Ado About Nothing back then. With 9 I was allowed to help my mother's then boss during a surgery (he was a veterinarian and it was a castration) as well as sterilising the surgery equipment. Most of my childhood, I learned how to identify parasites in dog shit under the microscope. (I loved doing that, as well as holding funeral speeches in front of the freezer were they put the pets before they were taken to the crematorium). By 12 I could tell you every single British King and Queen (with their birth and death dates as well as the coronation date). I'm not British. My English skills aren't even that good. I just liked reading historical fiction from 11-15. I learned Japanese for fun with 14 (my favourite musician was Miyavi, there were no other reasons). All my life, sunlight hurt my eyes and trashy noises hurt my ears. I've never been a fan of summer, because I always felt too fucking warm (no temperature regulation hurray). My nose is hyper sensitive, I can hear a call coming through milliseconds before the phone rings, I've always had trouble connecting to people who seemed popular but had no issues talking with people who were similar to me (yeah, we neurospicy folk flock together like chicken). I hate the colour yellow with a passion and would write a dissertation about it. I always have issues with people around me because I question them - not always because I think they're dumb, but often because I literally do not understand them. What the fuck are even context clues and why do people act the way they do?! After going out with friends I need about 2-4 business days to recover. I've been struggling with depression since I was five, and I burned out with 16, and I am still unable to recover completely.

But if my mother and I would still talk and I'd tell her about me being autistic she'd heavily deny it. Because I'm neither "dumb enough" nor "smart enough" to be autistic and also never showed any signs.... (let's be honest, this bitch is as autistic as me).

Anyway, parents really should have to learn about autism, adhd and other disabilities before their kids "sHoW aNy SiGnS".

[werebatz]

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[aphroditestempleimagines]

Dark Keith in Silvio's Chapter 9

Spoilers! - translation is not 100% accurate obviously, I'm taking a bit of creative liberty to make it sound like a book

Warning! - Foul language, Threats

So I'm basically writing this here instead of discord so it will be for everyone and not just the one I wish to send it to (you know who you are <3)

So anyway, Emma goes into town with Keith. She catches a glimpse of his other self at a point but quickly dismisses it. That's until later on...

After buying our sweets we headed up the hill, where we could catch a wonderful view of the town.

"We could sit over there", I said pointing out a few benches.

There was a calming peace around us. A tranquillity that showed in the birdsong that surrounded us. But soon that peace would be broken.

Before I knew it, Keith had circled behind me and placed his hand on my throat.

"You shouldn't choose your moves so poorly", his breath tickled my ear, "with such little effort from me you'll fall"

I was startled at the sudden change in his voice. "Prince Keith?"

He allowed me to turn around so I could face him, but that's when his fingers suddenly filled with force, clenching my airway enough for my breath to struggle to pass through. The gentle world around us had been so quickly replaced, and I felt my sweat run cold as the sound of my own heartbeat enveloped me.

"Please stop, prince Keith!", cried one of the knights that escorted us. He immediately rushed over, but Keith's hand did not budge from its spot.

"I haven't drawn my sword. It's but a joke", Keith gave him a reassuring smile, "And if she answers my questions, I promise I won't result to rudeness"

The next time he spoke he addressed me. "I don't want to hurt you carelessly", he said.

It's like....he's completely changed. I let my guard down around him when I shouldn't.

I tried to pull his hand away, but the difference in strength was soon made obvious to me.

There could only be one thing that he would ask. But the fact that I'm Belle must be kept a secret at all costs.

"I don't like roundabouts so I'll just get straight to the point", Keith's gaze turned serious once more.

I took a deep breath to calm down my racing mind as much as I could, and I braced myself for the words that would most definitely follow.

"A spy?", I murmured his last word as I processed his accusation.

"Are you...", he drew a deep breath and looked at me straight in the eye, "Are you an Obsidianite spy?"

Not Belle?

I somehow managed to suppress my surprise that was about to overflow.

"There's a disturbing rumour in Rhodolite right now", the prince's fingers tapped rhythmically on my skin, "I suspect he is the one at the core of it"

"What disturbing rumour?"

Keith's hand squeezed a little harder. "I'm the one asking the questions now", he said.

There's such a gap between the gentle Keith I knew and the Keith I saw before me that one would struggle to imagine they're the same person.

"There are three things I want you to tell me", said Keith. I could not avert my eyes as he listed, "Your purpose, your relationship with Gilbert and...who really you are"

No matter how you look at it he's got it all wrong. I haven't the faintest clue about what it takes to be a spy. It's an absurd allegation.

"Prince Keith, why did you think I was a spy?", my words came out struggled, but they still came out.

"You can't sell stones, can you?"

I did not understand what he meant. My baffled expression was all the response he needed to continue his thoughts.

"I see", he smiled, "You're good at playing dumb, aren't you?"

Before I could reply he explained.

"<<Selling stones>> is a secret code for buying and selling information from one country. To the man who said you couldn't sell stones, I would have replied <<Sorry for looking away>>"

~~~Disclaimer: I'm really not sure about this part above~~~~

Keith sighed. He did not seem to believe I didn't know anything of what he was saying and yet it was the truth.

"So they asked me if I wanted information, and I said I didn't need it because I was looking for other information"

"Wha...that's just a cruel accusation!", I couldn't help but cry out the moment he was done, "If you say that you have no choice but to respond that way!"

"If that's the case how do you explain the matter with Prince Gilbert?", he raised his voice over mine, yet still keeping it levelled and cool, "Gilbert is not so idle as to have a relationship with a noble lady. It's a big deal for Gilbert to go to [a place that is translated as Chin but I'm obviously missing smth]. That day, it would be reasonable to think that you were trading stones with him, that you couldn't tell anyone"

No way. Did Gilbert orchestrate all of this? Unlike Silvio, he knew who I was from the first time we met. He's been working all this time behind the scenes to solidify his "baseless accusation" that I'm Belle. If you think about it, there's no reason Prince Keith's explanation of the facts doesn't match.

"If you say otherwise I want you to give me a satisfactory explanation", Keith continued, "It is unreasonable for you to simply say you're a daughter of Rhodolite"

"Why?", I asked.

"I did a little research on you", he replied just as I feared, " I asked the Jade nobles living in Rhodolite about you and they said they've never seen you in their social circles. Funny, isn't it?"

He leaned in, his serious gaze pinning me to the ground as his words rang in my ears.

"You're not a young lady who just made her social debut", he continued, "A young lady talented enough to reside in the castle would be showing her face rather a lot in society"

I should have expected this. Not Rio, not even Sariel can manipulate the information going out of the Jade nobles' mouths. As the lies are revealed, I'm slowly driven to a dead end.

"I think you're falsifying your identity", Keith said again, "If you're an authorized spy from both countries, then there's a secret collusion between Obsidian and Rhodolite. If that's the case, even Jade, who is usually neutral, can't just ignore it"

He's got me. I bet Gilbert is laughing quite loudly right now.

I'm not a spy. But the excuse of "just being another noble lady" won't work anymore. The only way to convince Keith is if I reveal my identity. If I tell him I'm Belle. But I obviously can't do that.

"Your silence will be regarded as a confession", said Keith, as I desperately sought to find a way out. The hand around my neck grew stronger.

"Wait!", I managed to say, "You're confused. I'm not really an Obsidianite spy."

"That won't work. Come on. Spit out the truth. Let's get it over with."

I need to think. I have to figure something out by myself. Neither Rio, nor Sariel are here this time to help me.

"You seem truly unwilling to answer", the last hint of calm left his voice, "If so, I have no choice but to change the way I listen"

My breathing turned rapid and shallow at his declaration. I dug my nails into my palms to suppress the trembling of my body, but I was reaching my limit. My thoughts turned to a white screen in my mind. In that moment, I felt so helpless. He should have realised I had no weapons to fight him with. Maybe it would be best for the country if I gave in, hang my neck and lost consciousness. I made up my mind and closed my eyes, but my heart was selfishly screaming.

Somebody help. I'm...scared.

I bit down my lip, tasting blood. And that's when I heard the familiar jingling sound of jewellery.

That sound...

"Ha", a voice exclaimed behind my closed eyes, "Isn't this an interesting sight?"

The restraining hand slightly loosed its grip around my neck. I opened my eyes. What came into sight was Silvio's coat and aquamarine hair. He turned around to look in my face.

"Silvio...", I mumbled.

"Why are you here?", Keith inquired, cutting me off.

Silvio's words were light and friendly, and yet his eyes were the furthest thing from it.

"I just happened to be passing by"

He just happened to find himself in such a secluded spot?

Even if my heart denies it's possible, the person in front of me is not an illusion, nor a fantasy of my own making.

Silvio is trying to help me...

"You're searching for the woman's identity, are you not?", he gave Keith a confident smile. "I've been doing the same for quite some time", he said, "It's cheating to keep all the information to yourself you know"

Silvio's laugh radiated pride. He took me by surprise as he grabbed my jaw. Instead of helping, he made the situation even worse.

Now we've reached the worst situation possible. I was an idiot to expect anything different from him!

"Hey girl", Silvio brought my face close to his, "If you confess honestly, you won't have to worry about the consequences, alright?"

"I have nothing to confess", I made sure to state my words firmly.

"That's not going to satisfy that asshole. Ah, but...", Silvio stroked my chin with his thumb, "At least you're not an Obsidianite spy"

He must have heard the conversation from before. I guess he's been here for a while.

"How do you figure?", asked Keith.

Silvio's responded scornfully, "Do you really believe this woman is an Obsidianite spy?". Silvio looked back at me. "No matter how you view it, she's too stupid", he said, "Look how terrified she is. You're about to cry, aren't you?"

"Ι don't feel like crying", I furrowed my brows, looking at him in the eye.

"Look in the mirror and then speak, idiot", he told me, "Gilbert's direct spy? They don't compare to such a lowly woman"

After that, he turned back to Keith.

"You felt uncomfortable with this woman, right? Thought her strange."

Keith remained silent, but he seemed to be already thinking what Silvio then confirmed out loud.

"A spy trained by Gilbert would not let you feel uncomfortable in the first place. If a spy was that stupid, they would be terminated immediately"

"Then why does Gilbert show such interest in her?"

"There must be other reasons. From my perspective", Silvio let go of my and grabbed Keith's hand instead, "I don't know who she is, but she seems to be the favourite mistress of one of the Rhodolite princes"

That was a very outrageous statement. It was hard to believe the words came out of Silvio's mouth, the man who had been lately almost certain that I was Belle.

No. Silvio is...is he trying to protect me?

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Chapter 10 ` just a smidge to finish the scene

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"Are you serious?", Keith frowned.

"Ah, you see, unless such an ordinary woman, who seems to have no merit, is "favoured", then I don't see a reason for her to stay in the castle", Silvio seemed confident in his explanation, " Since the eye-patch bastard has his eye on her then perhaps she is Chevalier's or Leon's woman?"

"Emma, is that true?"

Keith's sudden question startled me out of my amazement.

"I ah...I can't say", I chewed on my words.

I chose to neither deny, nor affirm what Silvio said. Denying it was certainly out of the question since I would end up right back where we started. The topic of <<Who's mistress is it?>> becomes unavoidable and the lie is broken. But I couldn't say anything else without talking to Leon or Chevalier beforehand.

Even though I hinted I was someone's mistress, it would be better not to say so, nor say who's.

"However, just as Silvio said, I am not an Obsidianite spy. That's all I can say with confidence."

"I see", said Keith after a brief pause.

He still looked somewhat unconvinced, but he pulled his body away from me. I was finally able to breathe.

Did I make it through?

I took a step back and looked at Keith's face. The same gentle smile I knew adorned it. He was back to his usual self.

"I'm sorry Emma", he said, "Apparently, I misunderstood"

"Be careful you bastard", Silvio smiled as his lie won, "If you harm this woman, you don't know who you'll be going up against"

"Are you the one saying that to me, Silvio?"

"Oh, I'm fine"

Silvio stood next to me, his jewellery's jingling sound teasing my right ear.

Usually, that sound sends panic through my body, but today is different.

"Silvio...", the voice that left my lips was surprisingly faint.

"Hah, what happened to your good cheekiness?", Silvio suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me up in his embrace. Normally, I'd be complaining but...I didn't have the energy to say anything back now.

"I'll take the woman. You finished your business, didn't you?", Silvio told Keith.

[haitaniplug]

CLASS PROJECT CHAPTER EIGHT

summary - you really want to go abroad for the summer, but your grades fucking SUCK, so your parents won’t allow you to until you get them up. you were so ready to focus on the rest of the year until you get partnered up with Rindou Haitani. The boy that comes into school once every blue moon. And to make matters worse, it’s a project where participation counts. So now it’s your job to harass Rindou into getting his shit straight.

tags - enemies to friends to lovers , angst , crack , college au, eventual smut , fluff.

status - ongoing

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Taglist: @q-the-rockaholic @crown5 @gumiwaka @hiimviolet @gulfkfl @espinahei

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“Okay, lookie here.” You pointed at the red squiggly lines on the screen, “Just click that and it fixes the spelling for you.”

“I feel so fuckin’ dumb.” Rindou rolled his eyes, leaning forward towards the laptop to fix his mistakes.

“Don’t feel that way! It’s kinda cute.” You said without thinking and Rindou turned to look at you.

You stared at him, not realising what just came out of your mouth. Rindou probably realised you had no clue what you said and felt like he was making a big deal out of it and shook his head, refacing the laptop.

“Do you live alone Rin?” You asked, “Everytime I come here, you’re home alone.”

“I live with my brother actually,” he said, eyes still fixated on the screen.”

“Ahh okay.” You nodded, looking around his house. “I really like your place. It seems so comfy and inviting.”

“Thanks.” He responded, not knowing what else to say to that. “When will I be able to see your house?”

“Um, maybe when pigs start to fly.” You chuckled, “my parents would never let me bring a boy over.”

“Your parents really suck hm?” He turned to face you, leaning his face on his palm, “not to be rude or anything— just you’re always complaining about them.”

“Well,” you began, “they’re the worst. But I love them. They’re so strict and care about my future more than me and my well being.”

Rindou nodded, staying silent letting you rant. “I could be passed out on the floor and they wouldn’t bat an eye, but if I fail a test— that’s bound to get a reaction from them.”

“Well damn—,” Rindou said, “sounds pretty hard to live like that.”

“It sucks yeah—,” you chucked, “but I’m used to it. Which is why I want to pass school and leave this place. Start fresh somewhere across the world.”

“Anywhere in mind?” Rindou grabbed a pen from the other end of the table, biting the lid off and starting to draw random shit on paper.

“USA to be honest. I always had a dream to just be somebody yknow? Cant be somebody here. It’s like, setting me back.”

“USA isn’t all that you know?” He turned to face you, “not to put you off or anything— just telling you to not be surprised if you spend all your money tryna get there just for it to suck.”

“Yeah but I’m willing to take that risk.” You smiled at him and he simply nodded. “Anyways, want to take a break?” He asked you.

You leaned over to look at the laptop, “you didn’t fix your mistakes Rindou.”

“Later, I want to go out. I’m bored.” He stood up from the table, tossing the paper he drew on into the bin.

“Go where?” You asked, your eyes following his own as he went to the front door and grabbed his shoes. “Anywhere I don’t care.”

As soon as he put his shoes on, Ran burst through the front door, almost hitting Rindou in the face. “Oh, my fault.” He laughed and rubbed Rindous head. “Where are you going?” Another voice came from behind Ran.

“Oh fuck no. Get out.” He pushed Sanzu out, but Sanzu shoved him aside, dramatically entering the living room. “Oh, hello there ma’am.” He winked at you and you simply waved, “hello.”

“RAN!” Sanzu shouted, “Rin has company,” you could practically hear the wink in his voice.

“Wait! No me and Rin aren’t—,” you stuttered, being too embarrassed to put the words together. “We are just working on the project!”

“Oh, so you’re his project partner,” Sanzu said, “Y/N was it?” He said the last part, turning to face Rindou, remembering the conversation they had the other day.

“Yeah, my name is y/n,” you shook his hand, “how did you know?”

“Rin’s been talking about you,”

“No!” He called out, removing his shoes, “No I haven’t. I just told you her name cause you’re NOSY as fuck.”

“Ran please get this pinkie out of here.” He faced Ran who just leaned against the wall, watching the entire thing.

“Y/n?” He suddenly called out to you.

“Yeah?”

“Mind heading upstairs with Rindou? I gotta take care of some things down here.” You nodded before he stopped you, “actuallt no— here.” He handed you some money, “you and Rindou go do some bonding, me and Sanzu have business to take care of in here.”

“Okay.” You smiled and took the money, walking over to the front where Rindou was too— putting on your shoes.

“Ready?” You asked and he sighed before putting his shoes back on and dragging you outside.

“Hehe, I love making Rin uncomfortable,” Sanzu’s scars stretched as he grinned from cheek to cheek.

[moriiartist]

Hello! If you are feeling up to it one day, I'd love to read a Scar/Reader AU with a fake dating trope! I think Scar would be absolutely the kinda guy to suggest or agree to fake date you in order to help you out only for you both to fall for each other/you've been harboring feelings the whole time. Hope you're well!!

‧₊ FAKE DATING SCAR HCS

PAIRING: C!GoodTimesWithScar x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Headcanons for if Scar and you fake-dated, and the inevitable disaster that comes with that.

WARNINGS: Language

A/N: Ooohhhh~ Anon, you've really hit my weak spot with this request here. Fake dating with a pinch of friends to lovers and a heaping pile of pining, coming up! (Also, thank you for the well-wishes beloved, they're very appreciated!)

Let it be said that you weren’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to... personal matters.

This isn’t to imply that you weren’t smart at all- heavens no. You were one of the select few invited to play on the Hermitcraft server!

It’s just, well, sometimes you could make some pretty dumb decisions.

“Let me get this straight-” Scar said, blinking rapidly as your quite honestly insane proposal slowly sunk in. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend? For a wedding?”

You winced, rubbing at the bridge of your nose with an expression somewhere between self-aware amusement and legitimate discomfort. “It sounds kind of stupid now that you’re saying it.”

(Oh, it absolutely was, but that wasn’t gonna stop you!)

“No, no, no!” The brunette builder yelped, quickly backtracking as a panicked expression flooded over his features. “It’s not! It’s not! Just- I’m a little confused why you need a fake date? For a normal wedding?”

Sighing, you scrubbed a hand over your face, feeling like this was more and more of a bad idea as the conversation drew out. Though, to be fair, you definitely should’ve expected Scar’s questions. It wasn’t everyday that one of your friends suddenly asks you to pretend to be in a relationship with them out of the blue.

For normal people, anyway.

“I guess I’m just tired of my relatives asking me when I’m gonna get a partner,” you admitted after a beat, feeling a hot flush burn your cheeks as understanding dawned in Scar’s eyes. “Just forget it, okay? I mean, it’s dumb, and it’s not like I’d expect you to agree anyway-”

“Uh, actually, yeah. I’ll do it,” you were cut off by Scar’s awkward hum, blinking in confusion as he reached a hand to scratch at the back of his neck sheepishly. His cheeks had flushed slightly, your fellow Hermit clearly very embarrassed, and- oh. Was he actually agreeing to this?

Well, damn. There really was no getting out of this now, was there?

Both you and Scar have absolutely no clue what you’re doing.

Obviously, you had never really thought that the builder would actually go along with your plan, but here you are, sitting cross-legged on your bed as you coordinated hub travel plans after a long day of shenanigans.

Scar seems to be taking everything in stride, albeit a little anxiously- but I mean, who wouldn’t be a little bit nervous deceiving your friend’s whole extended family as a favor.

Well... ‘friend’ isn’t exactly the word that he would use, but close enough.

You see, Scar may or may not have made a mistake of epic proportions.

Done a ‘fucky wucky’, if you will.

He’s always found himself trapped in your orbit, the tantalizing push and pull of nearly burning up in your warmth, yet chilled to the core when it’s not enough.

Grian and Cub have teased him for the starry-eyed look he’d get after talking to you, lightly ribbing him for his little crush, but Scar didn’t really know if what he felt for you could be called that.

He always thought that crushes were supposed to be sweet and filled with nerves, and yet every time he so much as looks at you... it feels as though he’s been punched in the gut, all the air rushing from his lungs and leaving him light-headed.

It’s a miracle he even manages to function with how much he seeks you out.

So, it wasn’t really a surprise that he didn’t consider the consequences of his actions when he agreed to be your ‘date’.

Which is how he ended up here, feeling like his soul is slowly escaping his body as you press nearer to him, smiling politely at some distant relative of yours as they prattle on and on about ‘Isn’t it so great that you finally have a partner?’ and ‘Some of us were going to try and set you up if you didn’t bring anybody back!’.

Your eye twitched subtly as the person in front of you just kept talking, feeling your pleasant expression becoming more and more strained as the minutes ticked by. Sighing internally, you allowed yourself to rest your cheek on Scar’s arm, idly noting the feeling of the muscle under his suit jacket tense slightly at the contact.

Scar’s body was warm against your own, and you felt yourself melting into the warmth, feeling a smile quirk at the corners of your lips as you noticed the way that he shifted to allow you to lean on him more. As much as he denied it, the builder had always been a little touch starved, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t find it a little endearing how quickly he melted under your casual affection.

Although, you supposed, this wasn’t exactly ‘casual’ in your circumstances.

“How did you know that you liked him?” you were suddenly asked, dragging you out of your bored musings and into the present. You blinked, biting back any panic you might’ve felt because- of course. Of course you were going to be asked that. 

I mean, it was one of the most basic relationship questions ever, so how could you be so blindsided by it?

“Well,” you started slowly, gaze flickering from the expectant face of the person in front of you to meet Scar’s eyes, a little surprised to find the brunette already staring down at you. You tried not to flush under the unexpected intensity, glancing away just as quickly as you had made eye contact. “It just seemed right, I guess?”

You let out a breathy laugh, allowing your forehead to rest on Scar’s arm. “I mean, he was- and still is- my best friend. He’s funny, he’s sweet, he’s- well, he’s one of the most genuinely nice people I think I’ve ever met.” 

You paused, feeling uncharacteristically shy as you realized that everything you were saying was true. You really did feel that way about the Hermit on your arm. As your relative cooed, you felt heat uncontrollably spreading across your face as Scar’s eyes burned two holes into your head.

Ah. This complicated things.

You managed to get through the rest of the night without a hitch, beyond being relentlessly questioned by the flower girls if you were gonna get married or not.

Mojang save you, you had to practically run away before you spontaneously combusted.

Scar, ever the gentleman, walks you back to your base at the end of the night, having decided to just go back to Hermitcraft rather than stay at a hotel.

He’s been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the evening, and it’s starting to make you a little nervous. Did he suddenly notice your change in demeanor? Was he put off by your family?

It’s eating away at you in the worst way possible.

Scar has been constantly reminded throughout the entire wedding ceremony just how big of a mistake he’s made. From how you looked, all dressed up for the occasion, to how you talked about him to that cousin twice removed (or whatever). He knows that none of it is real.

But, seeing you as you look back at him over your shoulder, pausing before you head into your base, he can’t find the strength in himself to stop from taking a few steps closer, to stop himself from gently sliding a hand up your arm.

“Scar?” you murmured, eyes gleaming in the low light of the torches, and- gods, he can’t stop his gaze from flickering down to your mouth.

“Scar,” the words are breathy now, and he glances back up to see a complicated twist of emotions spread clearly across your features, only able to snap out of his daze at your disquieted expression.

“Ah geez,” he mumbled, jerking backwards and tearing a hand through his hair, apologetic smile not quite reaching his eyes. “I don’t know what got into me.”

“You know that you don’t have to pretend anymore, right?” you said softly, brows furrowing and the corners of your lips twisting down. “You don’t have to- you don’t have to do that.”

Scar chuckled, but the sound is awkward. “I know.”

You bit your lip. “... Do you want to?”

“You have no idea, sweetheart.”

Well, at least you don’t have to lie at your next family gathering! :)

[irukas-son]

Can I plzz get a yaguchi nsfw plzz btw love ur works,have a lovely dayyy

Hello anon, Yaguchi/Yacchan isn’t on my request rules but it’s been a while since I wrote and so why not, I’ll make an exception this time ♡’･ᴗ･’♡

btw this is MONTHS late im so sorry... um

spoilers, so hopefully you know his story? Yacchan x fem!reader nsfw

“Ugh!” you ran your hands through your hair for the millionth time this night over some calculus problems. Yacchan was sitting next to you, he promised he’d help, but all he has done was look over at your notes or stayed on his phone. You didn’t ask him to leave yet, you just didn’t have the heart to and it’s better to be with someone instead of alone late night in the campus library.

“Yacchan, I’m tired, can you at least look them over and tell me if my answers are right?” You sighed at him, you actually were surprised he stayed this long, he’s not a patient man after all.

“Aren’t the solutions at the back of the book? Just check it so we can leave for once,” Yacchan replied nonchalantly leaning back on his chair.

“And do what? All the stores are closed by this hour and I still have to study for my French exam!” He rolled his eyes and said, “You’re the one doing this at the last minute, are you going to stop complaining?” He’s so mean when you finally get close to him, at the beginning he was this cute angel, but his true nature was way darker. Couldn’t he just smile at you and tell you everything was going to be fine?

Then a great idea popped into your head as a devilish grin drew itself across your face, “Make me.”

“Huh,” Yacchan turned to you with his clueless, lost puppy face.

“Make me stop complaining,” you leaned closer to him, “Unless you think you’re not up for the task.”

He still looked at me in shock, after all you’re only best friends… but you’re making it clear he can have one use here. You were alone on the last floor of the library, it’s not like anyone were gonna see you, right? Not even the security guard has passed by here for an hour or so…

Yacchan reached over to the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a hard kiss. You vibe with the guy, so he got the clue really quickly, and of course he would take any opportunity to get intimate with you. Not only his room is dirty after all.

“Do you want more, dumb bitch,” he asked by yanking your head back by fisting your hair. His true nature is way more apparent sexually apparently. Of course.

You gasped at the sudden violence, “I- I do, but more, uh, nicer?”

“You can’t even speak English properly and all I did was kiss you,” he smiled while still holding your hair in tight grip. He now swung, gently, your head side to side by holding your hair, studying your face with an animal hunger, which was the only studying he’d be doing here tonight, which was now obviously a mess. “You’re so vulnerable right now,” he let go of your hair to hold your cheek so you wouldn’t turn away, “hmm, what to do?”

“Help me relieve some stress,” you replied..

“Oh, so now you’re the one telling me what to do?” He replied in a fake shocked face, “But you know what, you’re having a hard time, and I know how to do that. But next time, I’ll have my way with you.”

This was a bad idea.

He kissed you again, an open kiss before you could even object to a next time.

You could feel his hand traveling down to unzip your jeans, as you got even closer to him. After unzipping your jeans, he stopped kissing you and lifted you up from your chair and made you straddle him. You looked around if there was anyone else in the library even though it was deserted since 3 hours ago. Anyways, now it’s time to lose track of time and space, if he can really do the job.

He aggressively started kissing your neck and you could still feel his hand making its way through your panties into your intimate area. You moved a bit to ease the movement. He lifted his head and licked his lips. “Now keep quiet, I know I could make you scream with only two fingers, but we’re at a library after all,” he whispered and then gave you another angelic/devilish smile. You were about to yank his side ponytail as punishment for being so smug, but as you reached, he kept true to his word. He put two fingers in you and you gasped in surprise. “Oh, dear, you’re so wet. You’re so easy.”

You grimaced at his stupid remark, but as he started doing a come-here movement with his fingers in your pussy, you forgot it and threw your head back in pleasure.

“That’s it, baby girl, that’s it,” he said,

You put your head back up and maintained deep eye contact with him. You leaned forward for another deep kiss. As you were kissing him, he accelerated the rhythm of his fingers and you could feel him smiling against your lips. You pulled back a bit, he bit your bottom lip and kept it there between his teeth to keep you against him.

He released my lips, “you know what? I don’t think this is fair.”

“Huh, what?” You asked as he took his fingers out of you and licked them right then and there.

“Get dressed, and let’s go back to my place and get serious.”

You did not forget about your French exam, but how could you resist such a request?

[thekatebridgerton]

Hyacinth is my favorite Bridgerton, but you’re absolutely right about Show Eloise taking her personality, and you’re correct about why it’s annoying when it’s Eloise behaving this way instead of Hyacinth. But it’s even worse with Eloise because Hyacinth actually *listened* to the people she loved. Violet sat her down and told her why all her other relationships failed, and she took it to heart. And I believe it was Felicity (RIP) who told her to give it a go with Gareth? But Eloise…oof. Penelope told her over and over that she was putting herself and her family in danger of social ruin, but Eloise wouldn’t listen. I know the show doesn’t actually care about their nameless working class minor characters, but I’m surprised that Anthony didn’t fire the whole service staff for helping Eloise (that said, he was also preoccupied, so I get it). Eloise played with everyone’s lives to play Regency Nancy Drew. I find it sad that so many people were mad at Anthony in S1 for dueling Simon, when he clearly stated that Daphne’s ruin would mean ruin for all her sisters, yet Eloise running off to wherever and putting her family and family’s employees in jeopardy is dismissed. Whereas Penelope used random cab drivers and disguised herself when on LW errands, Eloise used actual Bridgerton carriages and dressed in her finest clothes—she is basically wearing Gucci/Prada/Fendi while rolling into the Hood in a Porsche. It certainly wasn’t a good thing for Penelope to out Eloise in LW the way she did, but damn, she also did Eloise a kindness by phrasing it the way she did, because there are actually other scandal sheets (established in the pilot when talking about why LW was different from the others), and Eloise would’ve eventually been spotted by someone who wouldn’t have been kind enough to be vague on details. And I’m sorry to say it, but Eloise is really lucky that she wasn’t robbed, physically assaulted, or raped on any of her “adventures.” She completely lacks street smarts. Her maids and footmen, who would presumably be from this background or something similar, are visibly nervous about being in the area, but Eloise is out here basically being a white girl influencer standing in traffic “for the ‘gram,” basically. Not even book Hyacinth was this dumb.

Don't look at me dear readers, Anon is right and they should say it.

Eloise was pretty much flaunting her wealth and status in the worst part of the city and acting like murder doesn't apply to her. I mean if it's somewhere that makes even the servants nervous then it's not your regular working class market.

Homegirl was wearing a ball gown, with sparkly encrusted jewelry in her head and clothes. To visit Theo and find clues about LW. All while the Lamborghini was parked in the corner and her private chaffeur was praying not to get mugged. (Mme Delacroix genius beading work is seriously wasted on Eloise)

There's a reason Penelope picked LW's printer from the lowest back alley possible. And it's because no aristocrat OR their servants would be caught dead there!

And I completely agree with everything you just said show Eloise is so much worse than Hyacinth. Because at least Hy didn't rope in innocent servants into her half ass shenanigans. Working on a Viscount house was actually seen as a pretty neat job in Regency England but these people do NOT get paid enough to babysit Eloise in the red light district.

I honestly hope the Bridgerton servants earn get above minimum wage AND get a bonus from the Viscount anytime they have to chaperone him of brood of out of touch with reality siblings. Footman John and Daphne's maid alone deserves a big raise

I just find it hard to believe that Eloise would put her family in danger that way. And use the excuse that she feels they're pressuring her and that she's disappointing them.

On any other character a younger sibling running off at any chance to the hood in the Lamborghini to "find clues about Lady Whistledown" right when the elder sibling is in the middle of his courtship and wedding plans would look like a whinny tantrum for attention.

Which we know it's not. Eloise is a better character than that But you can't tell me the ton didn't see it that way after the Whistledown article.

And please don't hate me followers but this has been the Anti show Eloise tea

[demonkitty10]

Happy birthday, Rin~

-Haikyuu One-Shot

-Suna X Reader

-Fluff and smut 😁👍

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Your childhood best friend, Suna Rintarou, was an odd one. You two were always inseparable, like two halves of a whole.

But one day in high school, everything seemed to change. He was no longer your friend, almost like a brother. Instead you saw him in a romantic sense. How could you feel this way about the boy next door that you’ve known your whole lives? No clue, but all you knew was that you wanted him.

Of course, his annoying fan girls always got in the way and even started bullying you just because you’re his female friend. At times, you couldn’t even get near him and ended up sulking by Kita and the Miya twins.

“Y/N.” Kita looked at you, speaking sternly.

“Yes, Kita-san?” You slowly turned your head to make eye contact with him.

He sighed. “When are you going to stop sulking?”

“When I die.”

Atsumu slung his arm around your shoulders. “Why not just confess yer feelings, Y/N? Yer kinda bein’ a coward right now.”

“Shut up, knock-off Sangwoo.”

“Go fuck yerself.”

Osamu hit the fake blonde. “Shut up, piss head. Anyways, Y/N, yer only hurting yerself by not confessing and watching Suna get surrounded by these dumb hoes.”

You chuckled lightly. “I know they got no shot. Rin hates his fan girls. But if I confess, I might ruin our friendship. I’d hate myself for that.”

The gray-haired boy sighed. “Ya never know til ya try.”

Atsumu cut back into the conversation. “He probably likes ya back. I mean, who wouldn’t? Look at ya, yer a babe! I’m surprised Suna hasn’t popped a boner every time yer around him!”

“Pffttt!” You burst out laughing, not knowing you drew the attention of your crush. “Tsumu, stop! I’m dying! Please yer so right!”

“What’s Atsumu right about?” Speak of the Devil. There he was. Right behind you stood none other than the man you’re in love with- Suna Rintarou.

You whipped around to face him, your face getting hot. “Uh…”

Atsumu spoke for you. “How yer fan girls are dumb, annoying hoes. Right, Samu?”

His twin nodded. “All fan girls are annoying, dumb hoes.”

Suna chuckled, barely audible to anyone other than you. “He’s right. They are. I hate them.” He says down across from you, next to Osamu.

“Mhm.” You kept your head down, feeling your cheeks flush.

“Everything alright, n/n?” Suna reached his hand across the table, attempting to touch you.

You quickly stood up, avoiding his gaze and touch. “Um, yeah! I just gotta go now! I have something to do! See ya guys later!”

You sprinted out of the cafeteria, and all the way to your classroom. You decided to run and hide for the time being, unable to control yourself around Suna.

Suna just looked at the guys around him, visibly confused. “What was that about?”

They all shrugged, not wanting to tell him.

“Hey,” Atsumu looked at Suna. “Isn’t yer birthday comin’ up?”

The fox-like boy nodded. “Yeah. This weekend. Why?”

“Ya got plans?”

“Hmm. No, don’t think so. Why?”

The twins shared a look, then turned to Kita.

“Party?” They asked.

Kita stared at them with a blank face. He then sighed. “That’s up to Suna.”

Suna looked at his teammates. “Sure, why not. Make sure Y/N comes though. It doesn’t feel right celebrating my birthday without her.”

“Oh?” The twins grinned mischievously.

“What?” Suna just sat there looking at the two, confused.

Atsumu chuckled. “So you want her to come?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Any other girls?” Osamu chimed in.

“Not really, they all end up fan-girling over us. I hate that. And Y/N’s the only girl I really need or want there anyways.”

Their smirks grew.

Atsumu leaned closer to Suna. “And why’s that? Do ya like her?”

Suna flinched, immediately moving away from the blonde. “What?! No! I didn’t say that!”

“The blush on yer face says otherwise.” Osamu almost chuckled.

“I’m not blushing!”

“Lying isn’t a good thing, Suna.” Kita finally spoke up.

Suna looked at Kita in disbelief. “You too, Kita?!”

“It’s obvious you like her. She’s the only person you hung around until she made you start hanging out with the rest of the team on a regular basis.”

Suna turned away from them. “Ok, fine. Maybe I do like her.” He mumbled.

The twins looked at each other, a plan forming between them.

“Don’t worry, Suna. She’ll come to yer party. We’ll make sure if it.” Atsumu said, starting to stand. “I’ll go find her and talk it over. Bye.” He left.

“Y/N!”

“Ahhhhh!” You screamed.

“Found ya- stop screamin’, it’s just me.”

You turned to see Atsumu standing right next to you. “Did you have to give me a heart attack?”

“Yer heart attack has nothing to do with me. Anywhore…”

“Oh my god stop saying that unless it’s over text.”

“No. As I was saying… whatcha doin’ this weekend?”

“Nothing? Why?”

“What’s this weekend?”

“Rin’s birthday, why?”

Atsumu smirked. “Well, now ya got plans.”

You tilted your head. “Huh?”

“We’re throwing a birthday party for your future baby daddy.”

You blushed. “Don’t say that!”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. “Don’t worry, baby girl~, yer future baby daddy will treat ya right.”

“Ew. Never call me that again. And stop touching me. You’re disgusting. Dis-Gus-Tang!”

“Omi-omi is a bad influence on ya.”

“Gotta love him tho.”

“I know. I do love him. Now shut up and don’t start simping for my boyfriend.”

“Rude. And I don’t simp for anyone other than Rin. Go suck your boyfriend’s dick.”

“With pleasure.”

“Ew.”

“Shut yer trap! By the end of the weekend you’ll be sucking Suna’s dick so I don’t wanna hear it!”

You froze. “For real?”

He smirked. “That can be yer present to him.”

“Oh my god, Atsumu! I love you! I love you so much!” You jumped onto him, holding him in a tight embrace.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m the best, now get off.” He said while laughing.

[Suna’s POV]

I looked into the classroom, hearing noise- Atsumu and Y/N’s voices.

“Oh my god, Atsumu! I love you! I love you so much!” She jumped onto him, hugging him.

He was just laughing, supporting her so she doesn’t fall.

So she likes Atsumu?

“Wish that was me…”

“Whatcha say, Suna?”

I turned my attention back to Osamu. “Nothing.”

We walked back to class.

[Y/N - 2nd person POV]

You got off of Atsumu, still smiling and giddy.

“I can’t believe you’re working to set me up with Rin! Thanks so much, Tsumu!”

“Yeah, no prob. Ya don’t even need to do anything in return. The whole team is sick of the sexual tension between the two of ya. This’ll just take care of our problem.”

You lightly punched his arm. “Still! I’m so excited! I’ll totally confess and kiss him then have sex with him!”

“Or maybe have sex first, then confess.”

“I’m telling Sakusa how dirty you’re being. And that he shouldn’t see you till we all graduate.”

“Nooooo!”

“Then shut the fuck up, knock-off Sangwoo.”

As school ended, you made your way to the gym with Atsumu, talking about the plans for this weekend.

At least, you were - until Suna came into your line of sight.

“Rin!” You ran to him, hugging him tightly.

He flinched slightly, then pat your head. “Hey.”

You let go and backed away, frowning. “What, no ‘n/n’? Or hug back?”

“Not in the mood.” He started walking away, wearing an emotionless expression.

“What’s wrong with him?” You turned to Osamu.

“I dunno. He started acting weird after lunch. Did Tsumu tell ya ‘bout this weekend?”

“Yeah, the party for Rin. We already have plans. And I’ll confess to him then.”

Atsumu slung his around around your shoulders. “And then they’ll have sex while the rest of us leave.”

Osamu chuckled. “Have fun, virgin. The first time is usually really painful.”

You rolled your eyes. “Like you have any experience. The only person on the team that’s ever had sex would probably be Atsumu. And I know Sakusa would’ve made it difficult for him to walk.”

Atsumu scoffed. “How do you know I didn’t stick it in him?”

“You radiate bottom energy.” You and Osamu said in unison.

“And Sakusa told me that you begged him to pound your ass.” You added, making Osamu laugh.

“SHUT YER TRAPS!” Atsumu ran away from the two of you.

“So, Y/N…”

“Yeah, Samu?” You looked at the boy.

“Use protection.”

You hit him. “Oh go fuck yourself!”

He laughed. “Hey, I’m looking out for you. Don’t want ya getting knocked up.”

“I mean… if it’s with Rin…”

“Simp.”

“Fuck off.”

“You two aren’t even dating yet and yer so fucking whipped for him.”

“He could torture me and I’d say thank you.”

“Masochist.”

“Damn right, I’m a kinky lil shit just for Rin.”

He laughed as you two entered the gym.

“Fuck practice!”

“Tsumu… practice is already over. We’re literally walking home right now.” You say to the setter.

He rolled his eyes. “It went on for too long.”

“Who are you and what did you do to Tsumu.”

“Shut up, Y/N!”

“Make me, knock-off Sangwoo.”

The team started laughing, except for Suna.

“Hey, Rin.” You walked over to him. “You good?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He didn’t look at you.

You stopped walking. “You’ve been acting weird today. Did I do something?” Your heart began beating faster, worried that you did something to ruin your chances with him.

“I dunno. Did you?”

“What did I do?”

“Dunno. You tell me.”

You were confused. “Seriously, Rin. If I did something then tell me.”

“What happened in your classroom earlier?”

“What?” You looked at the twins, but both looked just as confused as you.

“Well?” Suna kept his back to you, but had stopped walking.

“Like… in class? It was just a bunch of work.”

“Not that. At the end of break.”

“Huh? End of break…?”

“You and Atsumu.”

“Oh. Oh! OH! IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!”

He finally turned to face you. “Then what is it? Wasn’t it you confessing your love for him or something?”

The rest of the team turned away, trying to stifle their laughs.

You shook your head violently. “No! We were talking about the party for your birthday this weekend!”

Suna’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Yeah… I got excited cuz we made a plan for something.”

“Oh. Ok.” He turned and started walking again.

You ran to catch up to him. Once you were by his side, you smiled, leaning against his arm. “My parents aren’t home tonight. Wanna come over?”

He looked at you, a slight smile appearing on his face. “Hell yeah.”

As you two entered your house, Suna threw his bag onto the couch. You closed and locked the door, walking towards the boy.

“Whaddya wanna eat, Rin?”

“You.”

You froze. “What?”

“I’m joking. Anything’s fine. Just not pizza, you know they’re gonna get that tomorrow for the party.”

“Uh… yeah. How ‘bout… ramen?”

“Sure.” He flopped down on the couch. “Mind if I put something on?”

“Dude… you pretty much live here. Do whatever you want.”

“In that case…” Suna took off his shirt and slid his pants down. “Porn it is.”

You turned away. “Pervert.”

He smirked. “What was that? Did baby girl wanna sit on daddy’s lap and play with his big, fat, throbbing cock?”

You stiffened. “What the fuck?!”

He laughed. “I’m messing with you. Kinda. Seriously, let’s watch porn though.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“Dude.”

He rolled his eyes. “Let’s masturbate together.”

“I-what?!” You ran to your room, quickly changing out of your school uniform and into a camisole and shorts. You ordered the ramen and grabbed some spare clothes for Suna.

You head back down, throwing the clothes at the almost-naked boy on your couch.

“Ow.”

“Put something on, ya perv!”

He stood up, smirking. “K.”

You watched as he started pulling his boxers down. You quickly turned away, covering your face with your hands.

“What are you doing?!” Your voice cracked.

“Changing. You can look now.”

You turn back, uncovering your eyes. To your relief, he was dressed. “What the fuck Rin?”

He shrugged. “We’ve been around each other forever, n/n. What’s the big deal if I feel like showing you my dick?”

“I’m a girl!”

“Ok. And?”

You rolled your eyes. “The food will be here soon. Put something on.”

“K, I’ll look for the good porn.”

“NO PORN UNTIL AFTER DINNER!”

He turned to you and smirked. “But that means we can watch porn?”

“After we eat.” You gave in.

“So… we’ll both masturbate during it?” He moved closer to you, leaning down so his face was right next to you.

“Um… you can do whatever. Just don’t make a mess.”

“And you?”

“I’ll only do that if I get horny. Ok?”

“Ok. And if you don’t wanna keep watching the porn, you can always watch me with my dick in my hands.”

“W-wha-“

“And if your little hands start trailing to your wet pussy, I’ll watch you…” Suna whispered seductively in your ear.

‘Fuck. I think I’m wet.’

“You’re a pervert.”

“I’m a teenage boy.”

“What’s the difference?” You deadpanned.

He chuckled. “Wanna find out?”

“Imma call my mom if you don’t stop.”

“No, you won’t.”

“You’re right. I’ll call your mom.”

“Try it.”

You shivered. Then the doorbell rang. “Looks like the food’s here. I’ll go get it.”

“Hurry back.”

You rolled your eyes and got the door, giving the delivery boy the money (plus tip), closing and locking the door.

“Hey, fox boy, food’s here!”

“Bring it to me, baby girl!”

You walked up to him, a deadpan expression on your face. “Atsumu‘s a bad influence on you.”

He chuckled, taking his ramen. “Whatever. Sit in my lap.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I’m gonna eat. Then when we watch the porn, you’re gonna get horny and I want none of that.”

He rolled his eyes. “Please. You’ll beg me to rail you.”

“In your dreams.”

“I guess I’ll just have to make my dreams reality.”

“What?”

“What?”

You two are the food in silence, quickly cleaning up and sitting on the couch together. You left plenty of space in between the two of you ‘cause you already know at least one of you will start masturbating.

Suna put on a porn, and leaned back on the couch, his hands already resting by his crotch.

You looked over at him. “Rin.”

He turned to you. “Yeah?”

“Don’t get your cum on me.”

He smirked. “You want a facial?”

You rolled your eyes. “Perv.”

“Only for you.” He winked, then turned back to the tv.

You’d be lying if you said that the porn wasn’t hot. But that’s not what turned you on. Oh no, it was when the halfway point reached. You heard noises that weren’t from the porn.

You turned your head and saw Suna only wearing boxers on your couch, rubbing himself slowly. Your eyes widened and you felt yourself getting wet.

He tried muffling his moans, but they were still loud enough for you to head. He turned his head slightly and made eye contact with you.

He smirked. “Enjoying the show, n/n?”

You blushed. “You’re such a perv.”

“But you’re the one watching me masturbate?”

You turned your head back to the tv. “Shut up.”

But he didn’t. In fact, he got louder. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him picking up his pace, rubbing himself much faster.

“Fuck…” Suna moaned.

“Rin, seriously. Could you not-“

“Y/N!” He came, the white substance squirting all over his hands.

Your eyes widened. “R-Rin?”

He looked at you, his breath slowing. “Yeah, sexy girl?”

You looked away, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around you. “Pervert.”

He turned his attention back to the porn, still hard. But he didn’t touch himself again.

‘Must still be too sensitive.’

Slowly, you slid one of your hands down into your underwear, rubbing your clit for a bit. You managed to not make any noise. But you’d constantly glance at Suna, who wasn’t paying any attention to you. Instead, he was watching the porn and playing with the tip of his dick.

The moment you saw him move his hands to wrap around his dick and start pumping, your hand trailed down to your already wet pussy. You inserted one finger, then quickly added another, thrusting them in and out of you.

The moment you put in another finger, your breath hitched. This caught Suna’s attention. He glanced over at you, but couldn’t see what you were doing. He did notice that you were biting your bottom lip, your eyes closed and head resting on the back of the couch.

You quickened your pace, forgetting Suna was next to you. And you finally let your voice out. You moaned, high pitched and increasing in volume. “F-fuck~.”

Suna’s hands started moving faster too, moving closer to you.

Your moans got louder as you reached your climax. “R-Rin!” You damn near screamed, cumming on your hand.

Once he heard you moan his name, he came. It squirted onto the blanket you had wrapped around you.

You looked over and saw Rin staring at you, his dick still in his hands. Your eyes widened. “R-Rin!”

He smirked. “Moaning my name, baby? Now I’m sad. I wasn’t even in you.”

You moved your hands away from your lower region, throwing the blanket off. “It’s not like that!”

He quickly pushed you down, your back on the couch. “You’re horny. I’m horny. I’m gonna fuck you.”

“Wait-Rin!”

He took off all your clothes, along with his boxers. “No. I’m gonna fuck you right now.”

“Not on the couch! At least take me to my bed!”

“Fine.” He picked you up and carried you to your room. He threw you on your bed and climbed on top of you.

“Rin…”

“Yeah?”

“This… this is my first time…”

“I know. And that’s why I’m the one fucking you.”

You felt his tip at your entrance. “Please… be gentle…”

He sighed. “It’s gonna hurt for a little bit. Once I’m in, I won’t move till you tell me to. K?”

You nodded and felt him start to enter you. “Ah. It… hurts, Rin. You’re too big. I can’t…”

He shut you up by kissing your lips, slipping his tongue inside while he roughly thrust his length inside your lower hole. You gasped into the kiss.

He moved away, smirking. “Looks like I’m taking all your firsts today.”

“Rin…”

“Yeah?”

“Move.”

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“Just move.”

“Ok.”

He slowly started thrusting in and out of you. You let your moans out, constantly moaning his name.

“Fuck.” He grunted. “Hey, can I speed up?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, nodding your head.

He picked up his pace, slamming into you.

You moaned louder, he also started moaning and grunting louder.

“Fuck, Y/N…”

“Rin… I love you…”

He stopped after hitting your g-spot hard. He looked into your eyes, his silvery-yellow ones wide. “What?”

You blushed, turning your head. “I… I said… I love you, Rin.”

He breathed out, then start pounding you again. “Fuck! Y/N! I love you too!”

You started moaning loudly. “Ah~! Rin~! I’m close!”

“Me too.”

After a few more thrusts, you felt yourself ready to release on his dick.

“Rin… I’m gonna cum…”

“Cum on my dick then, baby.”

“Rin~!” You came on him.

“Y/N~!” He came… inside you.

He slowed his thrusts till he came to a stop, slumping onto you, his dick still in you.

“Rin…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“What time is it?”

He checked his phone. “Midnight. Why?”

You smiled. “Happy birthday, Rin~”

The next day… at the party

“Ah~! Rin~!” You moaned.

“Shh, baby. Don’t want the team to hear, do you? They’ll come in and see us. Only I get to see you a mess from my dick, ok?”

“Y-yes, daddy~.”

He thrust harder into you. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.”

“You feel so good in me daddy.”

“Hey! Suna! Y/N! Where are ya?!” Atsumu’s voice came from outside the door.

Suna covered your mouth, whispering in your ear. “Don’t make a sound. I’m gonna keep thrusting from behind, and we’re gonna finish and act like nothing happened. Ok?”

“Y-yes daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He pounded harder and faster. You clenched down, reaching your climax.

“Fuck… Y/N… baby…” Suna moaned in your ear as he came inside you.

He pulled out and you turned to face him, smiling. “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

You both sighed, hugging closer. You smiled, your face in his chest. You moved your head, looking up at him, making eye contact.

“Hey…”

“Yeah?”

“Happy birthday, Rin~”