#wait i was gonna be embarrassed if it- OH.

[hearts4mica]

I’m the perfect pretty girl.

Platonic! & Yandere! Batfam x Popular! Reader

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“Oh wow!”

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“My name is [name] Wayne and not to be arrogant or anything but i’m the perfect example of a ‘perfect pretty girl’. And im not trying to be a jerk. Im just stating a fact!”

And you were not lying. Being the middle child of the family, the first born daughter of Bruce Wayne of course you were gonna be beautiful.

You were walking in the streets when a random dude appeared infront of you.

“Hey wanna go out sometime?” He said excitedly you had never seen him in your entire life.

Now if you were a normal pretty girl you would have said something like. “How about you go to a pig farm and kiss one of them?”

But of course you wouldn’t say that after all you were a role model. Gotham’s Princess. That’s what the media called you.

Instead you just said: “Oh im sorry i have to study for a test tomorrow!” He quickly apologised, wished you luck on your test and left quickly.

So not only i’m beautiful on the outside, i’m also beautiful on the inside!

That’s how you deal with boys!

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At important events you always had to be there your fans would go crazy with speculations of why you weren’t there!

“Maybe she’s sick?!”

“Maybe she escaped the country with a random guy she just met-!” “No! She would never do that!”

“Maybe she died!” “Shut up!”

You had to make a video of the reason you didn’t go. Since that day Bruce didn’t allow you to not go to important events anymore!

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It was another day after school and you wanted to walk home to appreaciate beautiful Gotham’s view! Not really- you just wanted to stay away from your brothers for a while.

With them being superheroes and you being the most known teen in the whole country! Of course you had stalkers!

And well that walk home definitely did not go well. Some guys tried kidnapping you! Thankfully Nightwing was there to save the day! What a nice hero.

And upon hearing that Bruce decided you were not allowed to go anywhere alone!

So unfair but well you could not say anything against it.

Now even in school you had to eat with Tim or Damian! That’s so embarrassing! Infront of your fans!

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Tim was grabbing his books on his locker waiting for the bell to ring to start going to his next class until his friend appeared out of nowhere.

“Hey Timdudebestfriendever! How about you the introduce me to your gorgeous sister? Think about it we could be brother’s in law!”

“Ew no, you with my sister? Never happening.” Tim slammed his locker shut and left. That idiot with his sister? No! He doesn’t deserve you!

You don’t even need a relationship! You’re too you g for that! (You’re older than him).

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Damian loves painting you on his art. It’s his favorite hobby. Spending time with his sister!

Just the two of you without a care in the world!

It’s just perfect.You’re just perfect

At this point he could just open a museum where he could display only his art about you and it would definitely be profitable. Maybe even your fans from everywhere would send their art to the museum.

Obviously Damian wouldn’t display it since it doesn’t capture your beauty the way his art does.

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Bruce never really liked galas. Well that was until his baby daughter went with him.

He really loved all his children he loved bonding with them. And galas was the perfect way to bond with you!

Usually none of the Wayne kids wanted to go to the Galas. Well you also didn’t want to attend but it’s okay since you’re perfect you can’t make your fans sad!

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Dick liked doing anything you wanted to do

Oh you wanted to go to your favourites artists concert? He already bought them! And the meet and greet after the concert!

You wanted to go the next day to the other part of the world just to go shopping? He was already a step ahead and bought the whole plane for just you and him!

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Jason liked spending time with you in silence

You were enjoying a sunny day at Gotham’s park trying to relax but the people just wouldn’t leave you alone!

“Hey gorgeous me and you would make great music together” he smelled like he was a corpse in decomposition.

‘You know what would make great music with you? Deodorant. Do you know it helps you smell better you disgusting pig!’ That’s what you would have said but you were perfect in everyone’s eyes. “Oh sorry! Im not allowed to date anyone!” That was the perfect answer.

Jason sat beside you on the bench and just silently glared at the guy so he quickly left. Still there were lots of people staring at you two.

You just sat down quietly without a care in the world.

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[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔 𝗣𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗘𝗗!! lando norris x  fem! girlfriend! reader (fluff) fic summary . . . because why wouldn't you prank your boyfriend?

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You stretch, a lazy smile on your face as you glance over at Lando. He’s still lying in bed, propped up on his elbows, catching his breath, but his eyes are glued to you with the most intense, bewildered look on his face.

You had just finished a vigorous round of sex, and now . . . well, now it was time for a little fun.

You slowly swing your legs over the side of the bed, making sure to deliberately ignore Lando’s wide, panicked eyes. You grab a random shirt from the floor, straighten it, fold it, and toss it into the laundry basket, all the while acting like absolutely nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

You walk across the room, tidying up, folding the blanket on the chair, and fluffing up a pillow like it's just a regular day.

Lando’s staring at you in absolute horror, mouth hanging open. He shifts on the bed, his entire posture stiffening like he’s trying to figure out what kind of alternate universe this is.

Finally, after a few agonizing minutes, he speaks. His voice is tight, unsure. “Yn . . . ?”

You turn casually, still not looking at him. “Yeah?”

“Are . . . Are you, uh . . . Are you just gonna . . . clean up? Like nothing happened?”

You finally turn to look at him, and that’s when you see the panic and anxiety in his eyes—the dread written across his face. His hands, which were nervously playing with the sheets, suddenly drop to his lap.

Wait . . .

You suddenly feel a little guilty.

He looks like someone who’s just been told the world’s ending. There’s no denying it: the man’s face is full of genuine concern.

Lando hesitates, his voice barely a whisper. “Yn, was it . . . bad? Am I that bad that . . . you’re just gonna go, you know, clean up instead of . . . cuddle? Or, you know, do some aftercare?”

Your stomach does a little flip, your heart softening at the sight of him, still lying there like he’s been rejected in the worst way possible. You realize exactly how horrible your little prank might have seemed to him.

You walk back to the bed, your face suddenly more serious, and crawl onto the mattress, straddling him. Lando’s eyes are still wide, like he’s waiting for you to tell him the worst news of his life.

“Babe,” you say softly, cupping his face in your hands. “You know I love you, right?”

He nods quickly, still looking terrified. “Y-Yeah, but you just . . . You looked so casual, and I thought I…” He trails off, clearly too embarrassed to finish his sentence.

“Lando,” you say gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I wasn’t ignoring you. I was just pranking you.”

His eyes widen, clearly confused. “A prank?”

You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. “Yeah, a prank. I wanted to see if you’d freak out because you thought I was too busy to cuddle.”

For a moment, Lando doesn’t say anything. Then, after a beat, he groans and flops back against the pillow, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“You’re a menace,” he mutters, clearly both relieved and embarrassed at once.

You smile, running your fingers through his hair. “But you love me.”

Lando sighs dramatically. “I don’t know. After that stunt? Maybe I should rethink that.”

“Oh please, you know you’re obsessed with me,” you tease, pressing your body closer to his.

He lifts his hand to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “I’m obsessed with cuddles and aftercare, actually.”

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, then let’s get to that.”

Lando grins mischievously. “I was thinking more of revenge.” He smirked, flipping you over and hooking your knee above his shoulder.

[elliesanqel]

pt2 to stay quiet pleassseeee 🙏

need to ruin ellie when we get home

keep screaming

part 1 — stay quiet

sypnosis; after teasing your girlfriend and teaching her half a lesson, you take her home and decide to teach her the other half. warnings; sub!ellie/dom!fem reader, strap use (referred to as a cock), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, praising, not proofread, mdni. a/n; sorry for not posting…i’ve been getting through the first week back at college😔. tysm for your req anon! i don’t normally do more than one part to my oneshots (so if this is bad im so sorry😭), but i realllllyyyyy wanted to make another part for stay quiet, so im glad you asked! i did decide to keep this one short ‘n sweet. also, after posting this i’ll be releasing my masterlist early!! anyways hope u enjoy!

your hand curled around ellies wrist, dragging her up the small pathway leading to her cabin. you had plenty of ideas in your head and although ellie was already riled up due to your denial back at the event, you could promise you were more riled up than her. images of that girl who was all over her flashed in your mind which only fuels your anger which you knew you couldn’t help but take it out on her. oh you were gonna ruin her. and she didn’t even know.

her expressions faltered every so often as you dragged her, as if she couldnt figure out if your grip on her was hurting her or turning her on further. you gripped the door handle as you reached the door, throwing it open as you took ellie in quickly. you shut the door behidn you, locking it as you did. she stood there, a bit dumbfounded, if she was honest. she had to admit, she was angry with you for not letting her cum when you’d got her so riled, but she knew better than to dominate you when you were like this. and no matter how embarrassed she felt when she was submissive, she loved being a loser like that for you.

however, you knew deep down that her loser facade was not just an act, it was genuinely who she was.

you left no time, you quickly back her up onto the bed, pushing her down forcefully as her back meets the soft matress. her eyes blink, looking your pretty figure up and down. “baby…” she began, looking up at you through her lashes as she tried to prop herself up on her shoulders, her voice low as she went to continue, but you didnt let her.

“dont wanna hear it. i swear, im gonna fucking ruin you, williams.” you command, your voice very serious, and she knew how serious due to her face faltering. you’d been here before, but not many times. where ellie was submissive—she didnt like to admit she loved being that for you. but normally when you’d fuck her, her face would be down and squished into the pillows while her ass would be up. but not this time. oh no. you wanted her back to stay against the bed so you could actually see her raw reactions instead of them being muffled into the sheets, her tits boucing, your cock hitting her stomach, the way you slip in and out of her slick pussy. you wanted to see all of that.

you force her further onto the bed, standing inbetween her legs that were now apart and her knees were up. well well well, isnt she a good girl for doing that without being told? she bit down into her bottom lip as so looked at your hands that pulled her skinny jeans down her thighs and off, along with her boxers that had a wet patch—likely the precum from earlier at the event.

you grin at her gleaming pussy, and you swore you could see it pulsing. fucking hell she was so hot, what a dork. her strap was already sitting on the edge of the bed, but you decided to wait for that. you slipped your own shorts off, along with your panties. her head fell back at the sight of you, a small whine of desperation coming from her parted lips. you slowly got down of your knees, positive you could feel the heat coming from her cunt. it gleamed with precum before your eyes and you raised two fingers, dabbing at her enterance before slipping them in and immediately curling them.

“uhhh! fuckkk, baby. oh my god—” she chokes out, her moans coming out desperate and needy. her hips raised further, trying to cause more friction. you grinned at her reaction, seeing the way your fingers pump in and out of her slick heat, it was such a pretty sight.

you curled them more, hitting all the right spots. “shit, shit, mmm!” she whimpered, sounding like some needy whore. she was already riled up enough before this, so she could feel her body shaking, her stomach clenching as she felt herself about to cum.

“oh baby—ohhh! g’nna cum, fuck, yeah…g’nna cum.” she moaned out desperately as if it took all her willpower to say that. you decide to be nice, pumping your fingers further. her face contorts, but you couldnt see her reactions yet as you were still on your knees. you give one last curl before her whole body shudders, her hot, sticky cum squirting out and coating you hand. as she did, a slutty moan dragged out her throat, her eyes still shut so she couldnt see you licking up her release off your hand.

you stand up slowly, nowhere near done with her yet. before she could even open her eyes you’d already grabbed her strap, sliding it on and your hands rested against her knees, spreading her legs apart which did cause her eyes to open.

she looked at you in confusion, her brows furrowing as you aligned your cock at her entrance. “what…what are you doi—” she starts, but before she could finish her face completely falters as you slip your cock inside of her pussy, wasting no time in completely bottoming out inside of her.

“ahhh…mmm! jesus fucking christ.” she desperately whined out. your eyes stayed on her face, wanting to see all the pretty faces she makes. her eyes rolled back, her lips parted as moans fell from them. you werent gentle, though. no way were you going to be gentle. you thrusted inside of her, seeing the way you slip in and out of her so smoothly, the way your cock hits her stomach and loving the way it bulges through, the pain almost proving too much for her as your pace never faltered.

due to how worked up she already was, she was very fragile by now, and the pain mixed with pleasure of your thrusts only edged her further. “got one more for me, baby? gonna tell me who you belong to now?” you tease, your words coming out at the same time as every thrust.

her face contorts, her eyes squeezing shut. “ohhh! fucking hell, you! ohhh, you, baby…” she screams, her voice scratchy. you thrust harder at her words, determined to get her there.

“s’ too much…cant, cant…” she cries out in pleasure. oh she definitely sounded ruined now. “yes you can, come on, baby. one more for me.” you urge her on. you knew there was slight pain to your thrusts now, but the pleasure overpowered it more.

she felt her stomach tighten once more, and you swore you could feel her tightening around your cock too. “go on baby, cum for me. you’re doing so well—mmm…you’re all fucking mine.” you sigh out, pushing her as far as you could.

the overstimulation seemed alot for her, so her body shook alot more vigorously this time, her pussy walls clamping on your cock as her sticky cum shoots out, coating it completely as her body jolts.

“fuckkkk!” she cries out in pleasure, her eyes rolling back. you took a deep breath, taking in her state. you pull out slowly, a whine coming from her at the loss of contact. her stomach heaved up and down as her legs flopped down, and you moved beside her, taking her shivering body in your arms. “you did so well, baby. i love you.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead covered in shiny sweat as you let her arms fall around you now, finding your back as her nails dug in slightly.

she moved her lips to the crook of your neck, resting her head there as she still tried catching her breath, her eyes fluttering shut.

“its always been you, but fuck, you own me.” she whispers breathlessly against you, her breath warm and ragged as it meets with your neck.

[mia-can-yap-too]

No.1 Fan

Who?:- Megumi Fushiguro x Fem! Author! Reader

Warnings:- fluff, no curse!au, brief mentions of Yuji and Nobara, move aside Gege I made Satosugo canon.

♫:- poster boy — Lyn Lapid

Megumi Fushiguro was a lot of things. Son, brother, friend, acquaintance, student. All these are no surprise, after all, everyone has these traits. But what one would not expect him to be, was a fan. 

Megumi was fifteen when he first heard of you. Back then, newspaper articles were filled with your face, your name, you. A literary prodigy. A girl who, at the ripe age of fifteen, won three awards for her debut book. Every which way he turned, there was always mention of you. Tired of all what he deemed was 'meaningless glazing', he bit the bullet and read your book. 

He was entranced, hanging onto every word. Simultaneously wanting to find out the outcome and dreading for it to end. He developed emotional connections with your characters, sympathized with their circumstances and teared up from their losses. He had never felt like this before. 

When he ultimately finished the book, he was left staring into the void. The epilogue was left to fate, no definite promises. He wanted to know more. He wanted more of your writing. He wanted to feel the way he did once more, even though no other book he read after provoked the same feelings, the same anticipation, sympathy and sorrow again. He wanted more. 

And so Megumi started waiting hopefully for the release of your next book. And the next one. And the one after that as well. Oh, and the rest too. He would be the first to get a hold of the latest book. Bought all the limited editions. Signed up to all your websites. Read any and every article which had even the tiniest mention of you. Defended your name on the Internet when anyone dared to insult you. Megumi became your biggest fan. 

So, imagine the excitement he felt when he found out you were coming to Tokyo to promote your latest book, were going to do a book signing event at his local bookstore. He immediately started planning his outfit, which books he would bring to be signed (he ended up bringing up all of them), which time he would arrive in order to be one of the first people you would meet (he did not end up being one of the first). 

And so, now Megumi waits in the never-ending line at your signing. You were right there. The same girl he admired so much. The author of the books he devoted so much time and money to. And you were so kind and polite too. Smiling at every single person, making small talk before adding a perfect autograph with a personalized message on the index page. 

A cough from behind him pushes him out of his thoughts. "Hey dude, get moving already," says an annoyed voice. He didn't even realize that it was his turn already. You send a polite smile his way, waiting for him to come up to you. Megumi's face flushes in embarrassment. Unconsciously, he fixes up his hair and clothes before walking towards you. 

"Hello! How are you?" You say, your voice so sweet, he could listen to it all day.  

"Uh, hi. I'm well," he should probably ask you too. "....and you?"

"I'm doing great, thank you for asking! What's your name?" 

"Megumi. Fushiguro. Yes, Megumi Fushiguro. And you?" He realizes his mistake too late. 

His eyes widen in panic but you brush it off with a laugh. "I'm Y/n L/n, not sure if you've heard it before," you joke. 

"Sorry...I uh didn't mean to. Of course, I know who you are, I came to your event after all." Great, now he's rambling. You probably think he's the most awkward guy you've ever met. 

"It's okay, don't worry about it. So what book have you brought for me to sign today?"

He pulls out all of them, even the limited editions. This may be the only time he ever sees you, no way was he gonna miss the opportunity. 

Your eyes widen slightly. "A-All of them? Oh wow, you must really like my books. Is that the limited edition of 'The Last Dragon'? I saw so many people say it was almost impossible to get!" 

"Uh...yes?" His face is faintly flushed from your praise. 

Your smile brightens. You begin signing the books, "well, Megumi, thank you for supporting me so much! I'm very grateful! I really hope we meet again sometime soon!" 

Huh? What do you mean by that? Don't you live in USA? 

You return the books, and your hands brush with his. You send one last bright smile his way, one that makes his heart stutter. How had he never realized how beautiful you were before? 

"Goodbye, Megumi Fushiguro!"

"Goodbye, Y/n L/n," he says so quietly that you almost didn't catch it. 

He find his personalized note in the limited edition of 'The Last Dragon'. He dreams of it when he sleeps. 

'Your passion and enthusiasm reminds me of why I write. Thank endlessly for your support. My world wouldn't be the same without readers like you, Megumi.

~ Y/n ;D' 

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He hands the customer their iced americano. Phew, rush hour has just ended. It was quite a busy day this morning, but now his shift should go as usual, nice and quiet. It is these times when he writes his essays and completes his assignments, the environment of the cafe fueling his productivity. 

He is wiping the counters when the bell chimes. He turns around, ready to great the customer with his usual monotone greeting, though he stops in his tracks when he sees you at the door.  To be honest, he hadn't stopped thinking about you since the signing event. So much that his friends, Yuji and Nobara, started teasing him for having a crush.

And there you are, in all your glory, looking around the cafe, headphones around your neck and tote bag on your shoulder. Your eyes do a double take when they find his. 

"Hey! I know you!" 

"You....do?" He had expected you to forget all about him.

"Yeah, your'e Megumi Fushiguro, right? I hope I'm right, else this is really really embarrassing." 

He rubs at his nape as he looks away, eye contact being almost too much for him. 

"Yes, that's me."

You walk up to the counter with a skip in your step. "I hope you still remember me," you tease. 

"I... do remember. What would you like to order?" For some unknown reason, he really wants to know how you enjoy your coffee. Latte, espresso, americano, or plain black? Or would you just get tea instead? Would you like a pastry with it, or would you get a sandwich instead? What does it matter to him anyways? 

Your eyes skim the menu, blissfully unaware of his myriad of thoughts. It doesn't take long for your e/c eyes to find his. "I'll get a mocha frappé, please. Oh, and a chocolate croissant with that too." 

It takes him a moment to ask. "To go?" 

"No, I'll be staying, it seems like a nice place, calm and quiet," you remark. 

He nods. Should he say something back? If so, what? Or should he just keep quiet? You decide for him, sitting at a table nearest to the counter. You take out a laptop, one decorated with multiple stickers. It pulls a ghost of a smile on Megumi's lips. It seemed a lot like you to do that. 

He prepares your order, keeping one eye on you as you type away on your laptop. Are you writing your next book? If so, would he be able to get a peak when he delivers your order? Or are you just answering emails? He still needs to do his assignments, would he even be able to concentrate with you here? 

You smile at him when he sets your frappé and croissant on your table. Why is it so hot in here? Should he tell his boss to get the air conditioner fixed? 

He doesn't have the courage to smile back, not that that would be his usual reaction to something like this. He returns to counter and pulls out his own laptop. He would look like a creep, standing there, staring at you, doing nothing. So this was the best possible option, even if his mind kept drifting to the absolute wonder six feet away from him. 

Two hours, three to-go customers and a few assignments later, you stretch your arms in your chair. Of course, he notices, even though he keeps his eyes locked on his screen. 

You tilt your head at him. "I assume you're doing your assignments?" 

Your unexpected question gives him an excuse to look at you. "Huh? Yeah." 

You smile. "What major are you?"

"Creative Writing," he replies. 

"Need any help? I'm good at brainstorming, you know?" 

"You want to help? Don't you have your own work to do?"

"It's gotten a bit boring, right now. Anyways, anything for my biggest fan," you say with a sly smirk on your lips. He hopes you don't realize how much you fluster him. 

You take his silence as a yes. Hopping over to the counter, you gesture for him to turn the laptop towards you. You read the prompt and hold your chin as you think. 

When you finally do get an idea, you share it with Megumi, conversing with him the best possible ways to go about it, sharing various tips and tricks. And Megumi swears he has never felt happier. 

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This becomes a regular occurrence between you and Megumi. You place the same order everyday (he prepares it before you come), write a couple of words for your next book, and then proceed to help Megumi (who has started to sit next to you instead of leaning on the counter all the time). 

He learns that you moved to Japan, permanently. You also tell him the idea for your next book. It makes him feel special, knowing he is your only fan who knows such confidential information. Months pass with the same routine, your bond strengthening everyday. He sees you as a friend now, too. He doesn't learn you considered him one from the start. 

A phone call disrupts the calm between you two, one winter day. The heater works overtime to keep you both warm, though he wouldn't mind lending you his jacket, if you asked so. 

He picks up the phone call. "Hello?" 

"Heya, Megumi! How's my favorite child doing?" asks an obnoxiously loud voice. It wouldn't be Gojo if he didn't.  

"What is it, Gojo?" 

A dramatic gasp is heard. "How mean, I don't remember raising you like this. Must've been Suguru." 

"Get to the point."

"Okay, okay, chill. Me and Suguru want you to come spend Christmas dinner with us! It has been quite lonely since Tsumiki moved to Australia. You'll come, right? You wouldn't want to make your dads sad, right?"

Megumi rubs his forehead. "Fine, I'll come."

"Oh and you'll bring a girl too, right? Or guy, you know we don't judge."

"Uh..."

"If not, there's always the neighbor's girl, I've seen her eyeing you. Suguru wants to set you two up!"

"No!" You turn to look at him with concern. He lowers his voice, "No, I have someone..." 

Gojo's surprise can be felt through the phone. "Really?! OH MY GOD, my boy's finally grown up! Can you tell I'm tearing up right now? Well, I can't wait to meet the lucky person! Make sure to bring them over! I have to go now, adult responsibilities and all. See you on Christmas!"

Megumi groans as the call ends. What has he gotten himself into? How will he find someone now? 

"You good, Megumi?" You ask, worry etched on your face. 

"Yes, it's just... I have a problem."

You are too kind. You rush to help. "What is it? Is there anyway I can help?"

"I have to go to a Christmas dinner with my family, but I lied about having someone to bring," he answers. What did he even expect you to do? Turn back time? 

"I could go with you." 

Okay, he did not think of that. "What? Are you sure?"

"I mean, yeah. I don't have any plans on Christmas, anyways. Besides, it'll be just like in the books!" 

"My guardians, they might be a bit much..."

"Don't worry," you say confidently, "I'll wow them with my undeniable charisma!"

A small smile appears on his face, one almost unnoticeable if you hadn't learn't the meaning behind every small twitch of his face. He doesn't need to know that, though. 

And so, the two great minds formulate a plan that even the best strategists would be jealous of. 

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You stand next to Megumi, infront of his front door, holding hands. This was all planned out perfectly. You even got to go to his dorm a couple weeks ago, where he gave you powerpoint presentations on both of his dads, even a little on his sister as well ("Why are your dads kindaaa..." "Please, don't.") . You had taken notes. The two men didn't know what was waiting for them. 

A man with long black hair tied into a bun opens the door. You know this man as Geto. He lets you both in.

His purple eyes land on your intertwined hands. A soft smile graces his lips. "So Satoru really was telling the truth then."

The mentioned man springs out of seemingly nowhere and engulfs Megumi in a hug. "Megumi, my boy!" 

Gojo's eyes drift over to you, his own eyes widening a bit. "You must be Megumi's special person." 

You nod, as a blush creeps up your face. "Nice to meet you both, I'm Y/n." 

Gojo opens his mouth to perhaps bombard you with questions, but is stopped by Geto. "At least let them eat first." 

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Gojo stares at you suspiciously as you smile politely at him. Megumi and Geto sit anxiously next to their respective partners. Blue eyes narrow at you. 

"His favorite color?"

"Black," you respond calmly. 

"Blood type?" 

"B."

"How does he like his chicken?"

You take a strategic bite of your food, this buys you more time to answer. 

"Breast meat in chicken Nanban and thigh meat in Oyakodon." 

Gojo gasps dramatically. Megumi says he does that a lot. 

"So you really are his girlfriend!"

You polite smile does not falter. But both your hearts beat faster at the thought. "I would hope so." 

Megumi finally intercepts. "No more questions, Gojo. This isn't an interrogation."

Geto finally gets a chance to speak up. "So how did you two meet up?", he asks, ignoring Megumi's glare. 

You smile fondly at the memory, but that is not the story you both decided to go with. "I frequent the cafe he works at. One thing led to another and well," you shrug humorously. 

Gojo opens his big mouth again. "I'm so happy Megumi finally found someone! He has always been so aloof and stoic, I can't believe he finally found someone he actually likes! You know, as a kid, he used to wet his bed every night," he smiled fondly, wiping a fake tear. 

Megumi glares at him. "I did not."

"You so did. I have pictures, I'll show her some later!"

"I will hit you."

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The rest of the dinner goes by smoothly. Gojo and Geto give personal recounts of how they met, and then show you pictures of Megumi and his sister as children. Megumi can't stop his heart from racing. You fit in perfectly. Wouldn't it be wonderful if this was real? If you were actually his? 

It just so happens that a snowstorm blocks you all in. Going back home wouldn't be possible in this weather, and so you both must stay the night. Geto slyly suggests that you both share Megumi's room, as Tsumiki wouldn't like giving her room up to stranger while she was gone. 

This is why you and Megumi both stand in front of his bed, one that would not fit two 20 year olds if they wanted some distance. Sleeping on the floor is not an option, for it is too cold. You both are readers and are quite familiar with the one bed trope, which explains the furious blushes on your faces. 

You turn to him, wearing his clothes that he lent as pajamas. "So..."

He looks back at you. "Yeah..."

"Well..."

"Mhm..."

"Okay..."

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I shouldn't have put you in such a situation."

"It's uh...cool." 

"Should we..."

"Sure..."

Awkwardly, you both climb into his bed, lying on your sides facing each other. It makes you smile. "Hi."

He gives back a small smile. "Hello."

"You come here often?", you joke.

This emits a small chuckle from him. But it doesn't take long for guilt to flood his eyes. "Truly, though, I'm sorry for dragging you into this--"

"I came of my own free will, remember."

"--you must be quite uncomfortable--"

"Nah, you're actually really warm, might just snuggle up."

"--I...don't know what to say when you say stuff like that?"

"Oh really?", you raise a brow, "Like what? That I wanna cuddle you? Let a girl dream, Fushiguro."

"Like stuff you don't mean."

"I do mean it, though. I think you're very nice, and kind, and cool, and handsome, and pretty at the same time. I like how passionate you can be, even though you may not express your feelings much. It doesn't matter to me if you don't talk much, because I'll talk enough for the both of us. I like you, Megumi Fushiguro. Do you like me?" 

"I...," Megumi's eyes are wide, his heart beating too fast to be normal. "I do, of course. Thank you..."

"For what?", you smile.

He doesn't answer. He only stares at you in awe. This wasn't just the person whom he had admired for years. This was the girl who sat next to him everyday, who helped him with his assignments, even though he never told you he didn't need it, the girl who learned every detail about him in order to convince his family that they're dating. This was the girl he loved. 

His eyes drift to your lips. "Can I...?"

With your nod, he leans down to your face, his hands cupping your cheeks. His breath hits your lips, eyes fluttering shut. And when he kisses you, you both swear it is the happiest you have been. 

[bumblesimagines]

A Burning Hill

Prequel

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Ever since he's known (Y/N), Vander's had the biggest crush on him. Who knew the Hound of the Underground was such a softie?

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Arcane warnings, young!Vander being smitten, fluff, sexual content

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The bell atop the door jingled, signaling the last drunk customer had finally managed to make his way out into the drizzling streets of the Lanes. Vander watched the door slide shut behind the regular, muffling the shouts and bustle of the Undercity and leaving the bar momentarily quiet.

He set the rag down on the counter and gently wiped at the circular water stain left behind by one of the cups. A smile tugged at his lips when, a beat later, a familiar mellow rock song began flowing from the jukebox pressed against the wall. 

"Don'tcha ever get tired of the same old songs, Fel?" Vander asked with a soft chuckle, his gaze raising to watch his dear friend sway her hips along to the music. His eyes lowered to the barely visible bump showing through her dress, and he felt his heart squeeze with affection. He couldn't wait to meet the rascal growing in her belly. Little Violet. "You're gonna drive your brother crazy one of these days."

Felicia laughed, airy and warm. "I already do."

"I bet you wish you could be the one driving him crazy," Silco mumbled teasingly, the corners of his eyes crinkling when he flickered them up to gauge Vander's reaction. The tip of his pencil tapped twice against his paper, a soft chuckle shaking his shoulders before he resumed his writing. 

"W-What makes you say that?" Vander's face warmed, and he rubbed the rag into the wood harder despite it being as shiny and polished as possible. 

"Oh, please, Vander," Felicia giggled, her fingers gently gripping the skirt of her dress to lift it slightly as she sat on the barstool. She braced her arms against the table, lips slightly jutting out when he placed a cup of plain ole juice in front of her. "Everyone sees how you look at him. You should ask him out already. He won't bite."

"Well," Silco sucked his teeth and reached for his glass of red wine, swirling it a few times. "I've seen him bite before. Twice, actually." 

Felicia rolled her eyes, reaching over to playfully bump her fist into his shoulder. "He won't bite hard." She corrected herself and lowered her head to slurp on the straw in her drink. She swallowed the orange juice in her cheeks, her nails tapping against the counter in contemplation. "I think he likes you."

It was pathetic, honestly. He was a grown man in his thirties acting like a teenage boy experiencing his first crush. 

Vander's eyes shot up to look at her and then darted away in embarrassment when Silco and Felicia snickered. The tips of his ears warmed, undoubtedly turning a soft shade of pink that matched the rest of his face.

Vander had never known a feeling like the one that filled him since the moment he first laid eyes on the feisty man Felicia lovingly called 'brother'. The world stopped spinning whenever they locked eyes, and an electric filling always fluttered through his body when they brushed against each other.

"I'll clean it-"

The bell jingled again, and he cleared his throat, preparing to call out to the person that they were unfortunately closed, but his words came to a screeching halt at the sight of (Y/N) standing by the doors.

He pushed his hood back and let the door rattle shut behind him as he walked further into the bar toward them, leaving a trail of raindrops that dripped from his clothes. He glanced down at them. 

"Don't worry about it." Vander dismissed with a shake of his head, pointedly ignoring the amused grins Silco and Felicia exchanged. "Can I get ya anythin'? Whiskey? Ale?" He shot Felicia a quick glare when she snickered into her fist. 

"I'm good," (Y/N) replied, the corners of his lips twitching up into a faint smile that made Vander's throat tighten and his knees wobbly. "Thanks."

"You shouldn't be walking around in the rain, (Y/N)." Felicia chasitied, brushing away raindrops from his jawline.

(Y/N) slipped his notebook out from his jacket and set it beside Silco's journal, one arm draping around Silco's shoulders as he flipped it open to show him a new design. Felicia reached toward him, curling her fingers around his wet sleeve.

"What do you think of these?" He asked, barely batting an eye when Felicia tugged him toward her so she could plant a kiss on his temple. 

(Y/N) swatted gently at her hand and scowled. "I'm not five anymore."

"You'll always be five to me." She smiled tenderly, her fingers wrapping around his jaw so she could smush his cheeks until his lips puckered slightly.

"Ugh."

"Are these hoverboards?" Silco questioned suddenly, his head tilted as he looked over the design in (Y/N)'s notebook.

Vander chuckled and braced his arms against the counter, unable to pull his eyes away from (Y/N) as he stripped himself free of his wet jacket and set it over one of the barstools to dry. He trailed his eyes down from his face and over the torn fabric where the sleeves of his shirt were supposed to start before they dropped to linger over his now bare arms.

He wanted desperately to reach out and run his fingers along his soft skin, to tug him close to his chest and bury his face in his neck until he suffocated on the faint smell of oil that always clung to him. 

"Yeah." (Y/N) tugged himself free from his sister to slink back to Silco's side, his eyes tracing the sketches and scribbled notes. "There's something about them that's missing, though. I can't figure it out."

"Hm... what if-"

"Will you guys ever talk about anything other than crafting things?" Felicia asked after another gulp of juice, her fingertips wiping away the dribble from the corner of her mouth. She cocked her head and lifted her brows expectantly. "C'mon, you guys need to relax. I've never seen either of you dance."

"You know I have two left feet, Fel. I can't dance," (Y/N) responded, propping his arm up on Silco's shoulder and watching intently as Silco added his own notes to the pages. "I suck at it."

"Oh, I doubt it," Vander mumbled quietly and felt the heat return to the nape of his neck when (Y/N)'s eyes flickered toward him. He cleared his throat and scratched the side of his neck, his back straightening up and gaze averting to stare down at the counter. "I mean, c'mon.. you're a good fighter, good at gettin' around the city rooftops. You jus' need some practice, is all. I could, uh... teach ya, maybe."

"I-" Felicia pressed her palms flat on the counter and hopped off her barstool, her mouth twisted up wickedly. "-should head back home."

(Y/N) rested his head against his open hand, his head tilting ever so slowly until his palm covered his mouth where his lips had curled up into a small smile. Vander caught the end of it and felt his heart flutter, his slightly widened eyes jumping back to Felicia, who quirked a brow as if to say, 'I told you so.'

The giddiness that filled his veins was embarrassing, but all he could focus on was the possibility of (Y/N) liking him back.

"I'll walk you." Silco offered abruptly, flipping his journal shut and tucking it into his satchel with a hint of mischief twinkling in his eyes. 

Before either of the two men could say anything, the two hurried out of the bar and into the drizzling streets. (Y/N) blinked repeatedly at the closing doors, his lips pressed into a confused line. With the record Felicia had put on coming to an end, the bar fell into a semi-awkward silence, only disturbed by the soft pattering of rain hitting the windows.

Vander, somewhat hesistantly, pushed himself off the counter and stepped out from behind the bar to approach the jukebox. "Alright." He stuck a hand into the pocket of his pants in search of a coin to slide into the slot.

"I was serious, Van." He loved the nickname. "I'm really bad at dancing. Connol tried to teach me once, and I bruised his foot." 

Shuffling through the options, he settled on one of the songs he enjoyed listening to on slower days when he simply wanted to relax. He loved rock and metal, anything with a quick and heartpumping tempo to get some adrenaline flowing. But nobody could pry the alluring calmness of jazz from his hands, especially on a rainy day.

He watched the record settle and soon, the sound of a piano playing and a vevelty voice began flowing into the room. He took a deep breath and turned around. 

"I can take a little pain, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) grinned, his head turning up toward the strung-up gauntlets. "I know that."

"You got this," Vander murmured reassuringly, lightly digging his fingers into his side. 

With his heart thumping in his ears, Vander gingerly took (Y/N)'s hands into his, relishing the feeling of dragging his fingers over his skin as he set one hand on his shoulder and curled his fingers around his palm. He settled his other hand over (Y/N)'s hip and gently nudged him closer, leaving little space between their chests.

(Y/N)'s head tilted up, gazing into his eyes first and then glancing down at his lips before he shyly dipped his head to stare at their shoes instead. 

"There you go." Vander smiled and took a step back to spin (Y/N), his smile stretching when (Y/N)'s laughter filled his ears. "Attaboy, you're a natural."

Slowly, they moved along with the song with quiet, nearly whispered instructions from Vander. Every so often, (Y/N) would accidentally step on the front of his boots and let out a winced apology, but the feeling barely registered in Vander's head.

He was on cloud nine.

Each time (Y/N) unconsciously squeezed his shoulder or hand, it sent an electric feeling through his body that left him holding his breath until his grip softened again. 

(Y/N) rolled his eyes playfully and moved back toward him, their chests bumping. Vander swore his head filled with white noise when he realized (Y/N) wasn't planning on putting distance between them. Their bodies swayed for a few more seconds until they slowly came to a stop, the end of the song being signaled with a soft click from the jukebox.

Vander's hand released (Y/N)'s to tentatively cup his cheek, a little exhale escaping his lips when (Y/N) leaned into his touch. He trailed his thumb over his cheekbone and down to his lips, his fingerpad pressing gently into his bottom lip until it pulled back to reveal his teeth. His heart rammed against his ribcage, leaving him feeling lightheaded as he dipped down until their lips brushed. He hesitated, fleeting worry crossing his mind. 

"Van," (Y/N) laughed softly.

"You want this?" Vander asked quietly, tilting his head to press their foreheads together and peering into his eyes. His thumb stroked his cheek tenderly, savoring the moment in case it got ruined by a mistep. "'Cause I do, (Y/N). I want this and more. I want so much more, sweetheart."

(Y/N)'s lips twitched into a little smile. "More?" He inquired, one hand wrapping around Vander's wrist while the one on his shoulder slid toward his neck to toy with the dark brown waves on the back of his head.

Vander swallowed, suddenly feeling much more vulnerable than he liked, but he steeled himself enough to speak. "I.. I want to go on dates.. with you. I.. I want us to live together downstairs in my place. I want- I want to kiss you whenever I want, touch you whenever I want.." He ghosted his lips over his cheek and lightly nipped at his earlobe, his voice low when he spoke next. "Fuck you whenever I want."

(Y/N)'s smile widened into a small grin, his face burning enough for Vander to feel it against his palm. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." 

A hum came from the back of (Y/N)'s throat, his fingers curling and scratching lightly against Vander's scalp. "Why didn't you say something sooner, big guy?" He leaned forward ever so slightly to brush their noses together, teasing. 

"Thought you weren't into me."

"Vander," (Y/N) laughed again, the sound making Vander's heart swell. "You're the Hound of the Underground. You're the man who's going to lead Zaun into a brighter future and show Topside we're just as worthy of them, if not more. You're the strongest, most passionate fighter I've ever met. You're everyone's dream guy, Van. You're, like, the hottest man in all of Zaun." 

Vander's brows raised, a smirk toying on his lips. "Go on, tell me more." 

"Oh, shut up," (Y/N) snorted softly, releasing Vander's wrist to smack his chest lightly.

Huffing out a deep chuckle, Vander's arms wrapped securely around his waist, pulling him tighter against his body before finally closing the distance. There was something about having (Y/N) melt into his arms that made his head spin.

(Y/N) was all rough edges and heated words, a man used to fighting fire with fire who always showed up at the Last Drop with bruised knuckles and a scowl. Hearing him laugh so freely, smile, and tease without hesitation did things to Vander. 

Especially now, feeling his mouth on his, soft and gentle and almost shy. Vander wanted him as close as humanly possible, wanted to engraine the taste of his tongue and the feeling of his hands roaming his broad shoulders into his head so he'd never forget.

His palm pressed along (Y/N)'s back, dragging down and squeezing him through his pants experimentally. There was a muffled, flustered giggle against his lips, and he smiled. He gripped the back of (Y/N)'s thighs and parted from him to heave him up onto his shoulder. 

Gently, he set (Y/N) back down and nudged open the door leading into his bedroom, shutting the door behind them as (Y/N) observed the room. It was fairly small, just enough for all his personal belongings. There was a lamp set against a wooden desk filling the room with a warm, orange glow that he considered inviting, but he eyed (Y/N) carefully to gauge his reaction. (Y/N) ran his fingers along the metal footboard, his mouth curling up.

(Y/N) let out a half-squeal half-laugh, his hands scrambling to grab at the back of Vander's shirt to steady himself. His body slumped over Vander's shoulder, and Vander softened. (Y/N) trusted him just as blindly as Vander trusted him.

He'd seen (Y/N) flinch away from hands, glare and shove when someone reached for him unprompted. But there he was, giggling like a kid as Vander hauled him downstairs to the lower level of the bar. 

"You'll have to make space in the closet, but I think I can work with this." (Y/N) plopped down on the mattress, his hand running over the soft blanket. His eyes lifted to meet Vander's stare. "It's about time I give Felicia and Connol their space."

Vander blinked, his breath catching for a moment. "You serious?"

"'Course, Van." (Y/N) grinned and leaned back on his hands. "You better not bring me flowers, though. I swear-" 

Vander barely paid attention to the rest of his words. His legs moved automatically toward him, thumping softly against the floor until he reached (Y/N). He cupped his face and swooped down to kiss him again, this time harder than the first.

(Y/N) fisted the collar of his shirt and tugged him closer, pulling at his shirt until Vander loomed over him with his arms braced on either side of his head. Vander ghosted kisses over his cheek and down to his neck, immediately latching onto his skin when (Y/N) tilted his head to grant him more access. 

A shiver ran through his body as (Y/N)'s hands dipped beneath his shirt, fingers delicately running over old and new scars from countless fights he'd gotten into over the years. His wrists pushed the shirt up until it bunched around his chest, a breathy sigh slipping past (Y/N)'s lips when Vander nipped lightly at the new mark on his neck before he leaned back.

The bed creaked softly beneath his knees when he sat up on them and tugged his shirt over his head, chuckling huskily at the way (Y/N)'s eyes lit up. 

"Don't be mean." He breathed.

(Y/N)'s knee bumped against his hip, pushing Vander to roll over and sit on the bed, which prompted another squeak from the bedframe. The weight of (Y/N) settling on his lap made his heart skip a beat, his pants growing frustratingly tight.

A hand pushed at his shoulder, and he lied back eagerly, grey eyes watching (Y/N) as he moved in whatever way he wanted. (Y/N) grinned and gave him a chaste kiss, the whine of complaint that formed in Vander's throat rapidly shifting into a low groan when (Y/N) grinded right over his crotch. 

"You like when I'm mean, Van." 

Vander hummed agreeably, fingers coming to rest over (Y/N)'s hips and lightly pushing him down for a harder grind. He hissed a curse through clenched teeth and then jutted out his lip in a slight pout, curiously watching (Y/N) slip over his thighs.

He sucked in a sharp breath, the clinking of his belt being fiddled with reaching his ears. (Y/N) shimmied Vander's pants and briefs down his thighs until they slipped down the rest of his legs. Vander kicked them off fully, pressing the front of his feet into the back of his boots to rid himself of them too. 

"You wanted this." He could hear the smirk in (Y/N)'s voice. "C'mon, Van, you can handle it."

His hips bucked at the feeling of fingers wrapping around him, his arm coming up to drape over his eyes and hopefully hide the hard flush over his cheeks. "Fuck." His chest was threatening to burst from his chest.

Now, he really felt like a teenage boy.

(Y/N) dragged his thumb over the slit, smearing pre along his shaft as he moved his hand tantizliing slow. "You're gonna drive me crazy, darlin'." 

Vander was beginning to think he couldn't handle it, not with the way his hips stuttered, and another groan was tugged forcibly from his throat at the feeling of lips wrapping around him. He tried evening out his breathing, tried reminding himself this wasn't the first time he'd been touched, but (Y/N) lightly squeezed the base and flattened his tongue over a vein, and Vander swore he was going to have a heart attack.

He'd always been vocal in bed, but the noises (Y/N) dragged out of him with each bob of his head were new and downright pathetic for a man of his age. The vibrations from a mischievous, muffled giggle went right up his spine, and he was fairly certain he heard the soft rip from where his other hand roughly held the sheets beneath them. Sweat formed along his hairline and he brushed it away with his forearm before reaching down to grab at (Y/N)'s shoulder.

The wet pop! and string of saliva connecting his twitching length to (Y/N)'s bottom lip nearly made him choke on his breath. A puff of air escaped (Y/N)'s lungs when Vander practically tossed him onto his back, his eyes blinking rapidly at the bigger man before he grinned again as Vander nearly ripped the pants off his legs. He helped Vander in shedding his shirt and freeing his feet of his shoes, his gaze glittering with anticipation. 

Vander reached over to his nightstand, clumsily feeling for the drawer before he yanked it open and almost made the nightstand topple in the process. He retrieved a small, pretty emereld colored glass flacon from the drawer and spread the cool liquid inside long his fingers before setting it aside again and nudging (Y/N)'s legs further apart. (Y/N)'s breathing quickened and then briefly halted as Vander pressed one thick digit to his entrance. 

"Relax, love," Vander tenderly massaged his thigh with his other hand. "I'll take care of ya, promise." 

(Y/N)'s shoulders slumped back along the pillows, his grin shifting into a little smile. Vander couldn't help but lean down and kiss him stupid, pushing and prodding until his finger popped inside to the knuckle. (Y/N) shuddered and squeezed around him, panting against Vander's mouth.

Once he managed to calm himself and relax again, Vander slowly pushed further and then pulled back, mimicking the action and quickening when (Y/N)'s head lolled back in pleasure. 

Tentaively, he added a second finger and eventually a third, saliva collecting in his mouth from the mere sight of (Y/N) trembling and moaning beneath him. He'd dreamt of this day for ages, fisted his length numerous times to the idea, and now he finally had him.

He tugged his fingers out, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he rolled (Y/N) over onto his stomach. His hand grabbed the fat of his hip and held him, lightly squeezing him soothingly. 

"Gods," Vander's thighs quivered immediately the moment he pushed inside, the sensation of the intrusion naturally making (Y/N) clench and squeeze around him. "Breathe, love, breathe."

He wasn't sure if he was talking to (Y/N) or himself, but he nonetheless took in a deep breath to ground himself before he could lose his mind.

"You-" His nostrils flared with an inhale. "You alright, sweetheart?"

He'd die before he could even consider causing (Y/N) a lick of pain, so despite the way his body trembled and twitched with the desire to rock forward, he kept a steady, slow pace as he nudged and pushed the rest of the way in.

(Y/N) buried his face in one of the pillows, his fingers curling until the old pillowcase was crinkled in his hands. Vander's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head once he bottomed out, a bit of saliva threatening to slip from the corner of his lips. 

"Wanna hear ya, darlin'." He huffed into his ear. 

(Y/N)'s response came in a muffled noise akin to a whine that left him with a wheezy laugh. He lowered down, mindful of not putting his full weight on top of him, and gently grinding their hips together.

He drew back slightly and pushed forward, repeating the action until there was a gentle rhythm to his thrusts and the headboard was smacking against the wall. He kept on arm braced against the bed and snaked the other one beneath (Y/N)'s shoulder to wrap his fingers under (Y/N)'s jaw, lifting his head off the pillows. 

"Attaboy," Vander chuckled. 

His pace quickened in the slightest, the moans and whimpers flowing from (Y/N)'s mouth sounding better than any song he'd ever heard before. Vander's resolve quickly began to dissipate when he felt (Y/N) begin to push his hips back to meet his short thrusts, the sound of skin slapping on skin growing and mixing with the heavy creaking of the bed.

He slid his knees up and raised (Y/N)'s hips simultaneously, the new angle seemingly hitting just the right spot because a moment later, (Y/N) tightened and cursed before turning like putty in his hands. 

Satisfied and with an ego steadily inflating, he leaned back fully on his knees and pawed at (Y/N)'s hips with both hands, momentarily pausing his thrusts to fully regain his balance. He drew back halfway, eyes fixated intently on where they were connected, before he drew (Y/N)'s hips back right as he jerked his hips forward. The sight alone made it hard to breathe, and his head lolled back in pure bliss as he gave in to his desires.

Strings of shameless moans, heaves, grunts, and even whimpers escaped him, his fingers digging into (Y/N)'s hips hard enough it'd likely leave bruises. 

His thighs shook with effort and pleasure, and before he knew it, he was almost toppling over onto him with a guttural, near-cry-like groan as his release struck him like a punch. Vander huffed out breaths and moved onto his side, log-like arms cradling (Y/N) close to his chest while he peppered tired kisses along his shoulder.

"Mm," (Y/N) laughed breathily and leaned back into him, his hand running over Vander's to entwine their fingers. "Maybe."

His hips continued to sluggishly rut into him, delighting in each soft sigh and quiet gasp. "You're gonna be the death of me, ain'tcha?" He murmured into the curve of his neck.

Vander was fairly certain he'd died and gone to heaven because nothing in the world could beat the euphoria in his body. 

The Last Drop's full to the brim with regulars, friends, and family who'd faithfully gathered to witness the official union between him and (Y/N). Not even the meetings to plan out their next attack on power-tripping Enforcers managed to bring so many Zaunites together.

Benzo tended to the bar for him, pouring out drinks and coaxing tips out of the drunkards while Silco helped by cleaning glasses. Sevika sat at one of the booths with a gaggle of Zaunites around watching her go against Mod and Renni in a game of poker. He assumed, based on the smug smirk on her face and the scowl on Renni's, she was winning.

His eyes roamed the packed bar until they affectionately settled on Felicia and Connol, who sat at the table with (Y/N). Connol held their little girl, Violet, in his arms. She was a cute thing, wiggly and curious, but she'd recently entered a phase where she bit anything that got near her mouth.

He watched in amusement as she clamped the few teeth she had into her father's arm and then blinked innocently up at him. (Y/N)'s shoulders shook with a laugh, and he ruffled the strands of magneta hair on her head. Felicia giggled, her palms rubbing over her swollen belly. Another girl, she was certain of it.

"I'd like to start by sayin' my thanks to everyone here. We've had a couple rough years here in Zaun, but that'll soon be a thing of the past." He paused and chuckled at the cheers and nods that followed. "But, this ain't 'bout our fight for what we deserve, not this speech at least. This is 'bout the man who has tolerated me for the past four years and has agreed to tolerate me for many more years to come." 

Clearing his throat, he tapped the microphone in front of him and sent Benzo a thankful nod when he stepped out from behind the bar to stop the jukebox. Most turned their heads toward him, a few lifting their cups to give little cheers and whoops before everyone settled down into a surprising silence.

Vander turned his attention back to (Y/N), a devious grin spreading across his lips. (Y/N) squinted at him playfully.

(Y/N) blinked, eyes darting to each face that teasingly turned in his direction before he raised his glass and subtly hid his face by taking a sip. A laugh rumbled in Vander's chest, love swelling so heavily in his heart that his cheeks were beginning to hurt by how hard he was smiling. "The moment I set my eyes on him, I knew he'd ruined me for anyone else. There was no way I'd feel what I feel for this man for anyone else. So, thank you for that, love." Vander winked, snickering under his breath at (Y/N)'s eye roll. 

"I won't talk anyone's ear off, promise. I jus' wanted to make a toast to my ass-kickin' husband and to the future of Zaun." He raised his cup, watching the wave of arms sticking up into the air with cups tightly gripped in their fingers. "To many more years together, love, and to the freedom of Zaun from Piltover's tyranny!" 

"The sappy vows weren't enough?" He asked, despite the affection dripping from his voice, his body naturally slotting against Vander's as if they were puzzle pieces. "Vika will never let me live this down, you know."

The bar quickly filled with cries of agreement, and Vander swallowed the whiskey in his cup, smacking his lips and laughing heartily. Hands patted his back and shoulders as he made his way through the crowd toward his husband, his eyes crinkling immediately at the sight of him already watching him.

He settled down beside him, one arm instinctly sliding along the back of his chair. (Y/N) leaned over, pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth and lightly pinching his side. 

"Good." Vander nuzzled his nose into his temple, his palm coming up to press against (Y/N)'s cheek and stroke his cheekbone. "Now all of Zaun knows you're all mine, jus' as I'm all yours. You're never gettin' rid of me, love. I can promise you that."

[spacegyaru]

cw: very toxic shidou! also, i'm having a baby fever rn after meeting my bf's nieces sooo. also, they're both 23 here!

toxic! shidou ryusei is the type to make you beg no matter what the circumstances are. whether it's in and out of the bed, if he has the chance to be a menace, he totally would be.

you remember staring back at the two lines that your pregnancy test kits left three weeks after officially breaking up with him. you cursed at yourself upon seeing it.

"ugh fuck," you whispered to yourself, after looking at the white stick you just used. you discovered that you were officially pregnant with your ex-boyfriend, ryusei shidou's baby.

well, the circumstances of the breakup weren't exactly ideal. you loved shidou dearly, but he started becoming a little bit toxic. it all started when you asked to break up with him for the sake of your career, but he refused to— you ended up having make up sex until you forgot about breaking up. after that, whenever you guys start having an argument, he brings up the fact that you almost broke up with him, even to the point of accusing you for cheating— but he wasn't agressive. it was more of a taunt to you, given his smug personality.

eventually, you got sick of it and broke up with him. now, you're in your bathroom, thinking whether you should tell him or not. you sigh, setting down the three tests, and taking a photo of them.

if you're going to be honest, you'd love to have kids— babies to be exact. but you're not sure about who their dad would be. also, you're not sure if your menacing ex would be the ideal man for that. besides, you're broke right now... which means, you'll be needing his help.

so with a little bit of hesitation, you texted him after deleting his contact, and not talking for the past two weeks, sending him a photo of those three tests.

this is the first time he left you on read, and it made your blood boil. you were so mad.

after that, you tossed your phone on the bed. why were you hoping for a good response from shidou anyway? that's like waiting for a shooting star.

until the next night...

you couldn't stop your blood from boiling upon reading this. so you devised a plan to confront. the next day, you were angrily storming in to the sports arena, after his football practice. there's not a lot of people during that hour and he's usually the last person to leave. you entered the locker room, where you met him, with his towel hanging low from his hips. he smirked upon seeing you with an angry expression while approaching him.

"yo y/n—" shidou tried to greet you, but your palm came across his cheek. you slapped him with full of anger.

"you have the guts to greet me with a 'yo' when i just told you that i'm pregnant and you literally ignored me?!" you almost caused a scandal in the locker room, but it's a good thing that there's only the two of you in the whole place.

you thought shidou would argue back, but he didn't. he smirked, ignored you, and just got dressed. all while you waited for his answer. this is shidou's usual trick to provoke you. he's going to be quiet and wear a smug expression, until you get so angry... and eventually, you're gonna find yourself calming down.

"r-ryusei— hey, d-don't ignore me! hey!" you tried chasing him as he almost left while carrying his sports duffel bag, but you blocked his way, almost doing a t-pose. and he laughed upon you doing this. you got so embarrassed and flustered by his reaction.

"you're so funny, y/n." shidou said in a smug voice, "if you want my help, you gotta at least be nice to me, you know? you'll need to take me back to your life.~"

oh hell nah, shidou knows a lot. he knows that child was made by you and him. but of course... he won't give you what you want. not until you beg for it. not until you show him how dependent you are to him.

shidou didn't expect you to give in so fast though. but you had swallow your pride. you badly need his help.

"i-i— don't leave me alone, ryusei. this is your child too. i—" you were having a hard time blocking his way and he's surely having fun watching you chase him like this. "f-fine, i'll play nice and do whatever you want!"

again, for the third time, shidou managed to make himself crawl back in your life again. you could never get rid of this man.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Lover's Contract: Jude Jazza - Epilogue

MDNI.

This is a fan translation only. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

The sea breeze caressing my bare skin wasn't as cold as I thought it would be.

— Perhaps it’s because it’s like a warm spring night for this time of year, or because my beloved’s heat burns against my skin.

Jude: Ya look damn good.

Kate: …Aaahhh.

Jude: Ya always clench down here ‘n don’t let go. My fingers are gonna wrinkle up.

His long fingers that sunk between my legs, make slow, repetitive movements.

That stimulation is definitely driving me mad.

Kate: Jude, I love…..I love you.

Spreading my legs wide, I put my hands around Jude's neck.

My moans spill into Jude’s ear, as I tell him I love him—.

Immediately, amethyst eyes tinged with dissatisfaction looked at me.

Jude: What, ya think tellin’ me “I love ya” after I make ya feel good’s gonna satisfy me?

Kate: Oh, I don’t think that.

Jude: Hmph, then if ya wana keep goin’ whaddya gonna do?

“Ya know what, dontcha”, amethyst eyes sneered.

The provocation made my heart beat faster, and overwhelmed with emotion, I grabbed hold of Jude's shirt.…..

Kate: I love you……Mmm.

I pressed my lips deeply against his, then slowly brought my hands down to unbutton his shirt.

(I’m embarrassed to do this myself…..)

(And yet, I can’t wait to do it. I want to touch you, Jude.)

Unable to resist the waves of emotion, I touch his exposed chest.

Jude: …..Yer so bad I ain’t feelin’ nothin’.

Kate: Mm, well I’m not done yet.

Opening his shirt from side to side, I passionately drop kisses on his chest, his navel and lower abdomen.

Even so, Jude barely reacted….Feeling frustrated I looked up at him.

Kate: Jude, I want to make you feel even better. So,……

I touch him over his trousers.

Jude: Fuckin' pervert. Think puttin’ me in yer mouth’s gonna be ‘nough?

Jude doesn't just say 変態 a 'hentai'. He uses 'dohentai' ド変態. "Do" which conveys the idea of "extreme, mega, super, very," or can be used as a expletive prefix for dirty words like hentai. I am opting to translate it this way.

Kate: You should consider any proposal of an affair positively, even if it’s abnormal. That’s one of the 'Three Rules a Lover' must keep.

That’s something Alfons taught me before the mission.

Jude: Are ya so desperate to touch me yer bringin’ up that walkin’ offense to public moral’s nonsense?

Kate: Don’t talk like it’s just because I’m frustrated, there’s more to it than that.

Kate: Jude, I’ve always wanted to make you feel good in return.

Kate: But, I couldn’t bring myself to say it without this opportunity.

Jude: So, ya can say it now ‘cause yer my lover?

Jude: If ya say so, then lemme see whatcha got.

(What.)

When I suddenly stare back, his amethyst eyes flicker invitingly….

I took a deep breath and slowly lower myself in front of Jude, who was still standing.

Jude: I’m tellin’ ya, I won’t forgive ya if ya suck at the way ya touch me.

Kate: Okay, I’ll do my best.

I loosen his belt, and then —

Kate: …..Mm…..Mmmnn….fuwaha….[slurp]….

Jude: …..So damn bad. How ya gonna pull off yer whole, ‘Jude, I wanna make ya feel good,’ like this.

After being insulted, I swallow Jude and start a series of aggressive attacks.

Maybe his insults are one of the things that now completely fuel my pleasure.

Jude: Now yer gettin’ in the mood.

Jude weaves his fingers through my hair and grabs it.

When I gazed up slightly, I saw his eyes narrow with pleasure as he looked down at me….

(He’s starting to feel it….)

I was so pleased that I wrap my tongue around his shaft, and traced it from the base up to the tip.

Jude: ……..Already at the limit.

Kate: Jude, if you’re at your limit, I’ll keep go-

Jude: Ain’t gonna cum from somethin’ like this, ya idiot. Yer the one who’s at their limit.

Just as I thought I was being held in his arms, I was placed on top of one of the oak barrels that were lined up —

And the next moment, he penetrated me to my deepest part.

Kate: Ah, Aahhhn!

Jude: Knew it, yer soakin’ wet.

Jude: Didja get excited suckin’ on me?

A faint aroma of wine wafts from the swaying oak barrels, and the sweet smell arouses dirty feelings.

Kate: Hah, Ahh….I love…. you, Jude.

Jude: Just like a fool only rememberin’ one thin’.

Jude: How much d’ya love me?

Jude sighs and kisses me deeply, devouring my sweet moans.

(Jude’s filling up every part of me.)

We kissed incessantly, embraced each other, and left red marks all over the other’s necks.

Jude: The only thin’ a person can’t fill alone’s an empty heart.

Jude murmured, “We’re together 'cause we're empty.”

— Maybe, it was his way of responding to what I had said to that woman.

But at the mercy of the intense, overlapping heat, I could only call Jude’s name.

Kate: Jude…..Jude….Ju-Aahh.

Jude: Ya might suck at givin’ head, but yer top o’ the class like this.

Jude: It feels so damn good.

When I heard the words “feels so damn good”, my mind went blank.

Under the moonlight, I was wholly filled with Jude.

-In all the places that a person can’t fill alone.

[Event Master List]

So, this seems to be a thing with Jude...like as soon as starts feeling good by Kate, he'll stop her before she can progress and take control. Not because he's about to come, but he's just impatient. He blocked her in his BD event, so CONGRATS Kate! Hopefully, he'll let you practice more....

Anyway, the way they talk about their emptiness here.....my heart. The way they find solace, happiness and love in each other....Ugh, I can't wait for the sequel!

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[skippingstonez]

yeah yeah very nice and all the legend stuff and sky's upcoming stuff, but imagine riding warriors so hard and so well that he ends up whinning like the pillow princess we all know he is, like, i look at him and I just want to please him until I ruin his pretty boy face with tears of pleasure<3

Not gonna lie I wrote this like 6 different times cause something just kept feeling off. Turns out you just gotta get out of the forest every once in a while <3

Take a Seat

(Wars x Reader)

Warnings: Self-explanatory smut with Wars having a boner basically the whole time. <3 Also a small tidbit of non-con touching.

“Watch out!!”

Wars quickly rolled out of the way, a large boulder crashing into the ground where he just was. The whole room shaking violently as he raises his shield, covering himself as more fiery stones rain down on him, threatening to crush him where he stands. He planted his feet, digging his heels into the rocky soil and using both hands to firmly keep the shield up as he tried to look for the others.

A sharp cry rang out and his feet started moving before he even knew who it was that had yelled. Through the flames he could see you crouched low on the ground, struggling to keep your shield over you as one of the larger rocks slammed down on you. Knees shaking as you fought to stay upright against the heavy weight before it hit the ground beside you. With a clear destination, he reached you in record time, sliding in next to you as he yanked you into his chest, shoving his shield up next to yours to create a larger barrier of protection over your heads. 

“Are you hurt”

You shake your head, trying to make yourself as small as possible next to him as you both wait out the pseudo-storm that ends as quickly as it started. 

Wars lowers his shield cautiously, helping you back up to your feet as a fire keese makes a dive for him. You quickly notch an arrow, shooting it down before Wars can get his sword back in his hands.

“Gods I can't wait to be done with this place!” Wars groans out, wiping sweat off of his forehead. “And if I have to see another one of those blasted bats I'm throwing myself in the lava!”

You snort at his dramatics, “You mean to say our mighty Captain can't take a bit of heat?”

Wars gives you his best smile, holding up his left hand that you knew had the large scar underneath. “Oh don't worry doll face, I'm hot enough for this whole mountain.”

You roll your eyes, giving him a playful shove as Wind calls you from across the room. “Come on guys! We found the exit!”

Everyone is quick to follow the young sailor along with Hyrule who lead you to the large exit in the other room. The midday sun stinging your eyes as you all crawl your way out from the depths of Death Mountain. Soot and dirt filled the air still far too warm for comfort. The only true reprieve being that there is no longer any active threat of being caught on fire or tripping into lava.

Layers of clothing were immediately pulled off the moment the opportunity presented itself. Cloaks and armour being the first things to go, followed by tunics, metal jewelry, shirts and any other fire protective clothing that was no longer needed

Bottoms stayed on. A hard and fast rule Time had set after a rather embarrassing incident a few weeks back that only some members of the chain were ever able to laugh about. Pants were exchanged for shorts though for anyone able to do so while most of the group settled for just settling with what they had.

Wars plopped onto a large boulder jutting out from the ground, rolling up the legs of his pants a bit before somewhat neatly storing his stuff inside of his bag. The smell of smoke was a pain to get out of clothes and Warriors groaned at the thought of smelling like a walking campfire for who knows how long. He just hoped that they would be able to do some laundry before the smell spread to his whole bag. Though he supposed if given the opportunity this very moment he probably wouldn't take it. 

He was exhausted, and so was everyone else given the ways half of them were strewn about in various stages of napping which Wars was strongly considering joining in on. So he settled onto the ground, using the rock he had just been perched on as a backrest with arms loosely folded over his chest. He ignored the small rocks that dug into his legs, or how the rock was still a bit too hot against the bare skin of his back. He was just so damn tired that for once none of it seemed to matter. All that mattered was that his eyes were heavy, and his brothers were safe. 

He did a quick scan of the group, mentally reassuring that they were indeed all safe as his eyes really only fell to you. You were a little off on your own and looked just as exhausted as he felt as you peeled off the last layer of your top to expose your bare midsection and a nasty red mark on your shoulder blade.

Oh you little liar. 

With a new wave of energy, Wars shoves his hand into his bag. Rummaging through it till he finds the small canister of ointment and a large bandage before he moves to sit beside you. His fingers brushing your hair over your shoulder to take a better look at the blistering burn.

“Thought you said you were fine.” 

“I am…or at least I was..” you murmur, pouting as you avoided eye contact with him.

Wars couldn’t help but chuckle. It was the same thing Mask used to do when hiding an injury from him during the war. The young hero, now grown ass adult a few feet from him, hated admitting that he needed help which had taught Wars to simply give it rather than trying to convince the kid he needed to simply ask for assistance. 

Wars however, remembered a few seconds too late, that you were not Mask and was now stuck in a rather odd predicament. 

Without thinking, he had reached over, scooped you right off the ground and straight onto his lap. Hands still poised around your hips as his mind began screaming at him the moment he physically felt your bottom press against the now growing strain in his trousers.

Oh no. Ohhhhh shit shit shit don't think about it. DON'T think about it!

Warriors took a deep breath, trying to remain calm while his heart rate skyrocketing. Hands quickly letting go of your hips like the contact had burned him worse than any of the fire monsters they had dealt with today. 

You had gone impossibly rigid, hands placed down on his knees that kept some of your weight off of him. Spine so straight, one poke and it could snap in half.

Oh but you'd love to break her back under the right circumstan-

NO.

No. It would be fine. He was clearly just overthinking it. He was just trying to help you with your injury, nothing more than that. If he could just stay cool then there would be no need to panic.

You awkwardly turned your head to the side so you could see him. “Y-you don't have to-”

“It's fine,” He said with practiced ease. If there was one thing he was good at, it was hiding panic. And as you were already sat on top of him, it was too far to turn back now. “I don't mind.”

You nodded, still looking a bit skeptical but made no attempts to dissuade him. Taking that as a sign that you were indeed okay with him helping, he brushed away the lingering strands of hair and uncapped the bottle of ointment.

You winced at the initial contact, shoulders raised to your ears to try and flee from the coldness of the medicine. He tried again only to get a lessened version of the same reaction. It didn't deter him though, giving you a split moment before he gently rubbed it into your skin. His other hand, having found the curve of your waist, rubbing small circles to try and distract you from the stinging pain.

It didn't take long before your shoulders slowly dropped, the muscles along your spine relaxing enough till even your hands stopped supporting your weight. Letting you rest entirely against him as he applied more of the cream.

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep at bay the shiver that raced through him. Thinking of anything else besides the way your hips fit against his or how the goddess blessed curve of your ass pressed into him. And he definitely wasn't thinking about how much he wished he could just grab your hips and-

Oh Hylia he was so incredibly fucked. 

He snatched up the bandage, having enough self control to apply it gently over the injury before practically shoving you off of him. Knees coming straight up to his chest as he prayed to Hylia that you wouldn’t see the large bulge you had just been sitting on. 

“Uhm, thanks. That actually feels a lot better.”

“No problem.”

Neither of you looked at the other as Time called for everyone to start getting up. He watched as you walked off towards Four as he tried to come up with a quick solution to hide the rather obvious bulge. All he could think of was his shirt, so he begrudgingly threw it back on, wearing it loosely instead of tucked in so that it would hopefully cover it. And if anyone asked? It was simply to protect his skin.

_________

Wars sat on one of the tall bar stools in the Inns dining room, picking at the food he had been given though he hadn't taken a bite in probably 10 minutes. His mind too preoccupied with thoughts of you to concentrate on anything else.

He had avoided you like a pack of cuckoos the entire trek back down Death Mountain. Putting as much distance between the two of you as he possibly could until he could 1) calm himself down and 2) stop getting worked up every time he thought about it.

He was still working on that second one.

Adjusting his tunic for what felt like the 20th time that hour he sloshed back his drink, idling tapping on the now empty glass. The cool condensation sliding down to drip onto his fingers. Just like the way he could see the small beads of sweat roll down the length of your back. Wetting the plush soft skin underneath his fingertips despite the harsh environments. The way you fit so perfectly against him and Hylia the way your hips had moved. He wondered what sort of excuses he could come up with to get you on his lap again. Slowly building his way up till he could get you underneath him.

Wars hit his forehead, playing it off as simply trying to keep himself awake. He was still clearly exhausted, but after 2 hours of sleep evading him to replay the events of today in his mind on repeat, he decided to try and see if a snack and warm drink would help clear his head. Unfortunately it only seemed to have the opposite effect. Not only giving him space to freely think about you without the others around, but apparently encouraging it further into what could be happening if he ever decided to stop chickening out and admit his feelings for you. 

Because he did. Not at first, though he has always found you attractive, but over time it was staring him in the face. To the way his stomach would do flips whenever you walked next to him, or how his heart fluttered at the sound of your laugh. And if you dared to smile at him? It was a miracle his heart hasn't stopped working. 

He had fallen and fallen hard and it was infuriating.

He was the Captain, the strategist of the group that were all counting on him to keep it together. He couldn't afford to get distracted. No matter how badly he wanted to feel you against him. Grinding down on him so hard it-

He adjusted his tunic…again.

Its only gonna go away if you STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!

He crossed his arms on the counter in front of him, resting his forehead down with a frustrated groan. Might as well make himself comfortable here right? At the rate he was going it wasn’t like he was going to be getting any actual sleep soon anyway. A tap on his shoulder was followed by a thin hand resting on his bicep. He looked up to see 2 women standing on either side of him. Both had long brown hair though the one on his right with her hand on his arm had a much darker shade that looked almost black in this lighting. And both of them were currently looking him up and down like starving wolfos. 

“Oh honey you are much too cute to look so upset.” 

“Yeah, why so down handsome?”

Even with the odd tingling under his skin from where the woman’s hand was, Wars threw on his best smile for them, leaning back so that his arm slipped out from under her palm.

“No need to worry about me ladies.” He assured them with as much charm as he could muster. It was a poor attempt, one even they could probably see straight through yet it didn't seem to deter them as they both stepped a bit closer. One lightly grabbing his arm while the other dragged a finger down his shoulder.

“Awww, poor guy. We can always help cheer you up.”

“Mhmm I like that idea”

Gulping down the lump forming in his throat that felt too dry, he gently tried to push off their hands. Only for them to latch on to him again.

“T-that won't be necessary I can assure you.” He stammered out, stirring on his seat.

“Oh come on. What better way to get over someone than getting over someone else?” She whispered, tugging in his shirt a bit.

“Or between” The other purred in his ear and War's tried not to cringe at the proximity. He tried to laugh, playing it cool until he could slip away and go hide back in his own room with some of the others.

“Oh hey Ca- uhhh sorry didn't mean to uhh…interrupt?”

Maybe the Vet was right and Hylia did just hate them.

His neck spun so hard it cracked. Eyes wide as he saw you standing only a foot away in your night clothes. The ends of your hair still damp that left small wet patches on your shirt. Your eyes awkwardly shifted between him and the two women he was sandwiched between.

“(Y/n)! Hey, what are you doing down here?”

The two women finally let go of him, allowing him room to quickly beckoning you over. You come do so without hesitation, brushing right past the women who were now glaring at you with disgust.

“Couldnt sleep.” You stated, grabbing the hand that was still on his shoulder and flinging it off of him. “Figured I'd get a glass of milk or some. Why are you up?”

“Great minds think alike it seems.”

You hummed but your attention was still in the 2 women who seemed to need a more direct approach at being told to leave.

“Sorry, but can I help you?” You asked with a bite to your voice.

“Who us? We were just keeping your friend company.” Her tone eerily sweet as she tried to brush his arm again. You latched onto her wrist, shoving it away from him.

“How sweet of you. But it looks to me like you've overstayed your ‘welcome’ a bit. Have a good night.” You waved goodbye at them with a fake smile. Thankfully, they took the hint. Walking away with their eyes rolling and a short scoff.

“You have impeccable timing.”

“And you apparently really are too pretty for your own good.”

You both chuckle, the atmosphere around you lightening

“Can I buy you that drink for saving my ass?”

“*gasp* language Captain!” You tease, “but sure, why not.” You glance around, realizing that the only empty seats were on the other side of the room. 

Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the drink he had earlier but for the second time that day, Wars brain didn't quite think through his actions. He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you closer till you were between his legs and sat against one of his thighs. Unlike earlier though he made sure to keep enough space between you and him. Just in case.

You had other plans though. You leaned into him, wrapping an arm over his shoulders as you put whispered into his ear.

“Ya know Pretty Boy, if you want me to sit on your lap, all you gotta do is ask.”

Heat spread down to the tips of his shoulders and he gaped like a Hylian trout out of water. “I..I didn't…”

“I don't mind ya know,” the heat of your breath tickling against his skin. “There's a lot of things I'd do if you ask nicely enough.”

He swallowed dry air, that all too familiar stiffness returning beneath his clothes. “Yeah?” He whispered back, trying not to shiver when your hand lightly drummed on his shoulder. “Like what?”

He was playing with fire. Fire he should have dowsed hours ago. Weeks ago the moment he knew he had started catching feelings for you. But if you were the one to burn him he would run straight into the flames. So when you got to your feet, offering your hand to him he took it without question. Letting you lead him straight through the small room and up the stairs that creaked every few steps.

It was a blessing that Time has let you have your own room for the night. And a larger blessing that it only took a minute before you were opening the door and ushering him inside.

He could hear the door shut behind him as he strolled into the room. It was…a room. Bed, dresser, nightstand, everything a typical inn would have and nothing more. Feet planted into the wood floor it almost felt like he was back in training, standing at attention as higher-ups patrolled around to find any sort of flaw. He could feel your eyes on him as the distinct sound of the latch clicked into place.

“Well?” You asked. Fingers ghosting over his elbow as you came around to stand in front of him. “What do you wanna ask me?”

He cleared his throat, a bit nervous. “What can I ask?”

Your fingers left goosebumps on his arms as you ghosted over his forearms. “That all depends on what you want.” You explain, stepping forward till you were only an inch away from him. Wars lifts his hands, tapping his fingers against you as if to rest if he would be burned or not. But you were cool to the touch. A relief to the hot fire inside of him.

“Can I kiss you?”

You breathe out a yes, coming up on the tips of your toes to bring his face closer to yours. He grabs your face with both hands, lips ghosting over yours before kissing you softly.

It was soft, timid really. Not the kind of kiss you would expect from the group's so-called ‘ladies man'. But then again this was Wars and sure he could be flirty but deep down you couldn't recall a time he had ever tried to push for more than was given.

You deepened the kiss, swiping your tongue across his lower lip till he grants you access. He tastes like peppermint with the lingering hue of the alcohol you know he had earlier.  You pull away, kissing a line from his mouth down to his neck.

“You could ask to touch me…or ask me to touch you if you prefer.” 

“Surprise me” You chuckle at the slight trembling in his voice as your hands dipped beneath the edge of his shirt before lifting it up. He takes it off, tossing it aside before he reconnects your lips, hands beginner to roam up and down the curve of your sides. You sigh into his mouth, letting him snag your lip to give it a soft suck that makes you moan softly.

Pulling him towards the bed, you give his chest a soft push so he sits down, eyes looking up at you with a hazed curiousity.

“How about I take care of that little ‘problem’ you've had today hmm?”

His face is a bright red now which is cute as you grab his knees, pushing them open to slot yourself between them. Kneeling down on the floor as your hands rubb up and down his thighs. His breath hitching as he watches you unbuckle his belt, finger poised around the waist.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He shakes his head as you pull down, releasing his cock into the open air. Cheeks flushing as you lick your lips, dipping your head lower and lower till your mouth brushed against the sensitive skin. Wars titled his head back, gripping onto the sheets as your tongue licked him from base to head, swirling around the top before repeating the motions.

“Hah- shit.” He moans when your lips wrap around his head, slowly taking as much of him in your mouth as you can, using your hand the rest of the way till you reach the base. 

Panting up at the ceiling, he leans back on his elbow as a hand comes atop your head that was now bobbing up and down. He stares up at the ceiling, knowing if he looks down at you, sees your beautiful eyes while his cock is in your mouth he'll be finished and goddesses he'd do anything to keep feeling your warmth mouth on him. But as you hollow your cheeks, sucking down harder he couldn't help himself. Fumbled curses leave his mouth as he looks down at you, his hips bucking up on accident that makes him hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck- s-sorry!”

Your eyes drag up to his, humming some sort of response that Wars has no clue the meaning behind. All he knows is he has to let go of your head, hand clenched so hard into the mattress his knuckles are white to keep himself from grabbing your hair and fucking your mouth. 

He breathed out your name. “K-keep doing that and I-i wont last long sweetheart... ”

Hands gently grabbed your face, trying to guide you off but you swatted them away, pinning down his hips with a defiant stare that had him shaking. And when he felt the back of your throat again he came undone. Gasping your name as he came, watching as you happily drank it all down before finally popping off of him with a sly smile, wiping at the corner of your mouth.

Holy Hylia you were going to ruin him.

You opened your mouth for another snarky comment but yelped when Wars yanks you up to him, arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you. He kicks his bottoms off the rest of the way, lifting your tunic off till it joins his clothes on the floor. His lips leaving yours to suck along your neck that made your knees go weak. Wars bends down, picks you up off the floor to lay you on the bed. Hovering over you as his mouth finds your chest, kissing the space between your breasts that were being massaged by deft fingers. Back arching when he pinches you nipple as they slid down to the top of your leggings.

“May I?”

“Please”

He pulls them down slowly, shimming himself down till he could kiss your navel. Hands spreading your thighs and without any warning his mouth is on your already wet cunt.

“Link~!” 

Gone was the timidness from the first kiss. This man knew exactly what he was doing as he dived in, lips clasped around your clit to suck firmly. Your hand clutched onto his hair, tugging on it with the same force as his sucking as you panted.

“Should of done this hours ago” he murmured against you. The vibration of his voice only increasing the growing heat that seeped out of you that he was quick to lick away. “Goddesses you taste good.”

“Fuuuck! Link please I need you!”

“Eager much?” He teased. “What happened to asking nicely?”

“Fuck you- ha!”

Delivering a harsh suck he pulls himself up, kissing you gently. “Gladly.” You can feel him against your inner thigh, but a thought has you pushing against him, forcing him back till his ass hit the mattress. You crawled onto his lap, hovering just above the head of his dick that still leaked with cum and saliva. You teasingly slid down, letting it slide through your folds as Wars groaned. 

You let your head fall to his shoulder, kissing along till you reached his throat. His arms wrapped around you, tracing up and down your spine as you slowly rocked your hips along his length. 

“Seem a bit tense Cap, why don't you just relax and let me take care of you”

No

“Cant if you're gonna just keep teasing me like this sweetheart.” He said through gritted teeth as you lightly rocked back and forth.

“And you said I was eager~”

You pressed a kiss to the front of his throat, letting your tongue slide all the way up to his jaw. Wars shivered, grabbing onto your waist to try and lift you up. You let him, but stubbornly refused to lower yourself back down.

“Ah ah ah” You tutted into his ear. “Remember what I said? Ask nicely.”

You could feel his eyes roll, fingers digging into your sides as he tried to coax your hips back down. “Fiiiine,” He whined, letting his hands drop to your thighs, rubbing them apologetically.  “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Can I feel you?”

Lips collided with his, capturing his bottom lip as you slowly lowered yourself on to him. The head of his cock prodded at your entrance before you let it slowly slip inside. You both moaned, hiding your face in his shoulder as your walls stretched to his size. You slid further down, going till he was completely buried inside of you.

“Holy Hylia. Youre so fucking tight” He groaned, pressing a few kisses to your temple. You stayed still for a few seconds, nipping at his neck before lifting yourself up and sliding back down, easily slipping into a slow rhythm

It only took a minute before the hero of warriors was a blubber mess beneath you. Moans and whines pouring from his lips as you kept up your pace. His hair a messily tossed around from when you had grabbed it earlier that completed the picture of the perfect hero being reduced down to a puddle by your touch.

You lifted your hips, letting him slide almost all the way out of you before slamming back down on him. Wars threw his head back as a loud moan was ripped from his throat. You smirked against his neck, doing it again and again, picking up your pace with each one.

“Fuck, please don't stop!” He whined, roughly grabbing your hips to help guide you up and down his shaft. You let him, focusing on your pace while sucking on the spot just below his ear. Hands dragging through his hair as you added a slight roll to your hips and you for a moment, you thought you had broken him.

Small tears rolled down his cheeks. His mouth hanging open as he heavily pants for air. 

“Look at you, asking so nicely,” You cooed, watching the way he twitched at another rolled motion of your hips. “Keep making those sounds for me okay?”

He nods, whimpering as you praise him. His hips jerking upwards into you, slamming his cock further inside of you that hits just right.  Your nails digging into his shoulders till the coil inside of you snaps. Liquid covering him and sliding down your thighs that burned as they continued to support your work. 

“Shit Im..I’m…fuck (y/n) please~” He whined, hips jerking upwards again to meet yours. 

“So polite” You teased, slowing down just enough for him to notice. “It's alright, tell me what you want.”

“Can I…? Please~, please I..Im so close”

“Since you asked so nicely” You picked up your pace, going faster than your original speed. Your walls clenched around him perfectly till tears ran down his face, mixing with the sweat that clung to his skin and now very messy hair. He brought his knees up behind you as he squirmed underneath you. You leaned down just enough to give another open mouth kiss to the front of his throat. “Cum for me? I wanna make you feel good.”

That was all he needed to tip over the edge. His body went rigid as you felt his cum squirt inside of you. You slowed your movement, working him through his orgasm until the exhaustion hit and you slumped against him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as you both collapsed down into the bed. Keeping each other close as you're lulled into a blissful oblivion.

[chisungie]

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[carissime]

Literally no thoughts just Gojo after your wedding carrying you over the threshold of your hotel room. You’re not leaving for your honeymoon until the morning but he nearly trips on the doorframe in his haste.

“You really don’t need to carry me—”

“But it’s tradition, we need to consummate the marriage!” he insists. Within seconds his lips are against yours and he’s fumbling with the light switch, and you finally swat his hand away and just beg him to take you to the bed.

He works the zipper of your dress down, part of him sad that he’s not going to see you in this gorgeous gown again, but then it reveals your white lace lingerie and the groan he lets out is broken and guttural and desperate.

This is far from the first time he’s seen you like this, but there’s something about this moment here and now that makes it so much more intense, so much more intimate and he just never wants to let you go.

“Satoru,” you whisper, and his breath hitches.

He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Shh, I know. Just lemme take care of you, like I promised.”

And when he sees the gold band on his fourth finger pressing into the skin of your hips as he sheaths himself inside of you, he nearly loses himself, sending up a prayer to whatever gods are listening that he can keep his promise to keep you safe and happy forever.

[mushyfart]

OHHH MY GOD,,,, MY SHAYLA😭😭😭😭MY SHAYLA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I hate this man, blow him up with a nuclear bomb

[potato-lord-but-not]

Don’t know if you already know this, but over on the main discord for Malevolent, people share tumblr links to your work whenever you post and everyone goes absolutely buck wild over your art.

oh that’s absolutely wonderful I’m glad y’all like me over there <33

[rainingincale]

[unordinary-diary]

Prison Tattoos

“Rule number one for surviving prison: the tougher you look, the easier your ability to choose the person you want to be while you’re inside. Be labeled or perceived as a punk, a bitch, or a weakling, and you will have your public perception on the inside chosen for you. So you can lift weights, learn to fight, practice snarling in a mirror — you can do all these things, but none of them will accomplish as much for you as getting a [good] tattoo.” — Chris Dankovich in The Tales of a Former Prison Tattoo Artist

An alternative idea to my first, more pessimistic Season 3 Prediction, in which they find him looking a little more like this ^

For the tattoo designs I did a lot of research and I chose them carefully. The snake tattoo I chose because it is: A. Not affiliated with any particular real-world gang, B. Common among white prisoners (many prison tattoos are racially specific), and C. Notably, not a nazi thing (I did check). Snake tattoos can sometimes symbolize change or rebirth because of the way they shed their skin, but there doesn’t seem to be any one, universal meaning for them. For Blyke here, I thought it would serve as a message to other inmates: “Don’t touch me, I’m venomous.”

The rose with a dagger through it can mean many things in the free world, but in prison it means someone was locked up before they reached adulthood. I don’t know if people typically get this as kids or if they get them when they grow up (probably the latter), but I imagine that Blyke gets it because: “I was a kid when they locked me up. But now... I’m a man. Grr, hng, and other macho man noises.”

More versions of the drawing below the cut

Latest chapter as of Prediction: Side Story — Triple Threat (2)

[lokh]

i dont know if i can finish this movie

[nyxypoo]

tempting...