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sameschmidtdiffname · 2 months

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MIKE SMUT SMTH ABT HIS THIGHS AND HE S ALSO SUBBY PLSSSSS

DAAAAAAAAAARLIIIIIIIIIIING!

GUESS WHO JUST BROKE THEIR TWO WEEK BREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAK!

Pretty

Mike Schmidt x Gender Neutral! Reader

Summery: Men are so pretty. And they can be so stupid. And who doesn't like stupid, pretty toys?

Tags: No specified sex for Reader, Reader is referred to with a male title at one point for sexual purposes (which one I won't say, but it's not daddy! I will say that), otherwise no gendered pronouns used for Reader, sub! Mike, dom! Reader, dynamic switch, accidental kink reveal, thigh admiration (this was not as focused on thighs as I intended, honestly. I'm sorry lmao), Mike gets used like a BITCH, and I mean a BITCH. Bro gets DOGGED, bro gets USED, bro may be PREGNANT after this (he ain't, no mpreg, I'm just being funny), humping, biting, french kissing, marking, choking, just have fun with this. It's a treat for all!

Notes: I'M STILL ON A BREAK! BUT, you guys have been so sweet and so nice. So, a drabble, because I love you all and you deserve it <3

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I've always admired hands.

Strong hands, working hands. One of the first things I look for in men is if their hands look like they're capable of long lasting, almost back breaking labor.

The second thing I look for is shoulders. Preferably broad, capable of holding the third thing I look for. Which would be

Thighs.

I don't even have a particular taste for what those look like. The desire doesn't lie within the looks, although I could certainly spend a fair amount of my time stealing glances towards a fine, large pair. Straining against the material of their pants, spread out over a chair, doubling in size once someone sits. No, the desire lies in how sensitive they seem to be. Just a ghostly touch of your hands or lips upon the soft skin can usually send someone reeling. Can make someone sing such a soft, quiet note so raw and genuine before you've even drawn near to the area they want you the most.

I should've touched him sooner like this.

Mike Schmidt doesn't pretend to be a macho man. He's not insecure of his masculinity, he raises his little sister, goes to work, comes to bed. He doesn't have time to worry about being a man's man.

I can attest, however. Once in the bedroom, he has absolutely no issue with expressing his masculinity.

In any way, shape or form.

"Touch me," he moans breathily, bucking his fully clothed hips towards me in a desperate, needing manner.

I never said masculinity involves domination.

It'd just started with us cuddling on the couch. Abby out at a friend's, us snuggled under a warm blanket at home on the couch. The comforter to his bed, to be specific. Everything else was too small or too cold for us, so we just dragged it out. The old TV in front of us displaying a rerun of a movie we were only halfway paying attention to, both of us beginning to drift in and out of sleep. Mike had wrapped me under his arm, placing a soft kiss on my forehead every now and then when he decided it'd been too long since he last had. I was pressed against his side, one hand on his thigh, absentmindedly rubbing circles.

Here's the fun thing about guys. Half the time they are so touch starved, it takes nothing to get them going. And that's fun.

I didn't realize why Mike was beginning to shift in his seat some. Why his heartbeat against my ear had picked up, why his breathing was getting somewhat shaky. Tell tale signs of something, but honestly I figured it was the movie. It wasn't until he pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead, then trailed down to my cheek, my jaw, and began nipping at my neck that it began to dawn on me.

"What's got you in a mood?" I chuckled, my fingers digging I just a little more to his warm, covered flesh.

"Nothing," he said breathily in my ear, his tongue beginning to trace my jawline. "Just thought you looked pretty."

I call his bluff when I dig into a tense muscle, a loud, pathetic moan escaping him that he tries to quickly stiffle in my neck. Moaning and biting at me, his hand beginning to search my chest to graze his fingers against my sensitive nipples, easy to play with under the smooth material of Mike's stolen, cotton shirt.

"Ah," I say, continuing to rub as he pants eagerly against me. "I see."

Mike's trying to maneuver us so that he can position himself on top of me, and regularly I would agree, but I'm not quite done with my new toy just yet.

"Let me up," I say into his ear, trying to pull away. Mike simply moans into my skin, biting harder as his fingers finally wrap around my already stiff nipple, tugging at it, making me moan in harmony to him. "Mike," I say, trying to ground us both.

Mike doesn't care, his other hand searching for my thighs, knowing how much I like for mine to be played with before he spends hours between my legs, gasping, choking, and grinning ear to ear with pride after swallowing whatever amount of cum I'd given him. His teeth sink into my neck again, this time not just playful. Digging in and making me cry out in slight pain, yet pleasure coursing through me as my eyes roll back into my head.

"So pretty," Mike moans against me, his voice soft and high. His lashes flutter butterfly kisses against my forming bruises while his lips trail to my collarbone, his stiff cock brushing against my hand as he shifts.

This is what settles the idea in my mind.

My hand snaps up, pulling harshly at Mike's dark, almost black curls, tugging until his head had snapped all the way backwards, exposing the tan skin of his throat to me. Eagerly, I lick a long, wide stripe up his throat, from bottom to top until I can clearly feel the prickly stubble of his facial hair on my tongue. His adams apple bobs under the wet muscle as he moans openly, a moan that only increases in volume and pitch once I bite roughly into the side of his neck, not allowing him a chance to escape as I keep my tight grip on his curls.

"Fu-ck," he drawls, his voice breaking as he begins to allow me to guide him to my desires, laying him on his back against the worn down couch, his hips subconsciously rolling towards me in anxiety for my touch.

"So pretty," I breathe in his ear, a soft whimper escaping him as his blush deepens, accenting the subtle freckles that decorate his skin like the stars decorate the night sky. I've tried to kiss each one, knowing the task was futile, but was well rewarded by the puddle of mush he'd dissolved into as my lips had trailed against his tan skin. Mike tries to turn his face away from me to hide the blush, unsure of how else to handle the compliment.

God, I love men. They're idiots.

I grab his jaw, forcing his mouth open and adoring the pathetic whine that escapes him as I shove my tongue into his mouth, his eyes half open, watching me as he gives in to the kiss, his hands tugging at my shirt as he humps against nothing, pent up and stupid underneath of me.

They're so cute, right?

When I pull away, a long string of spit still connects us, his eyes obediently trained on me as I pin him down against the couch by his throat, anticipating my next move. I move myself to tower over him, his mouth still open as he pants, and I spit into his mouth. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't complain. Hell, by the glint in his eyes, you'd think he'd thank me. Though he doesn't.

It's fine. He will soon enough.

I lower myself along his body, my hands once more finding his thick thighs and squeezing them, admiring the firmness underneath of his shorts.

"Have I told you I love your thighs?" I ask, my breath fanning against his covered erection. Mike simply moans.

"I do. Watch them all the time. Don't even realize I'm doing it, honestly," I say. I lean down, placing a feather light kiss on his hip. He whines. "They're so pretty. Just like the rest of you."

His hips buck towards me, his cock obviously twitching underneath the material.

"Touch me," he moans, his face pink and halfway covered with his hand. I reach up and grab his hand away, smacking swiftly at his thigh.

"Be good," I snap, earning me a sharp gasp as he writhes underneath of me, mumbling some sort of agreement.

"Good," I praise softly. "Good. See, that wasn't so hard."

My lips start at his knee, kissing there and beginning to work their way up as he clasps his hands above his head, teeth gritted in an attempt to stay quiet.

"You can moan," I tell him, my other hand slipping underneath the pant legs of his shorts. "I like the pretty sounds you make."

Pretty. I didn't know that was his trick word. The word that could force him into a pathetic, begging mess that can't even keep eye contact. Oh, he's beautiful. Bite marks blooming against his skin, such a deep blush, tossled curls. His soft abdomen shutters with each unsteady breath, slightly exposed, his happy trail dark against his skin and leading to the place that shows how he wants me. His tongue darting out to lick his lips so often they'll be chapped by the end of the night from overstimulation. That's his tell that he's close.

"What, pretty boy gonna cum in his pants?" I ask, my hand trailing along his hot skin and digging my nails in to make him sing. His back arches slightly, eyes trained on the ceiling as his mouth opens in an almost silent gasp.

"No," he clearly lies, his hips subtly moving of their own accord.

"You look like such a pretty mess!" I chuckle against his skin, pressing a soft kiss on his lower thigh. "I wouldn't blame you if you did."

He doesn't respond to this, clearly lost in his thoughts.

"Michael," I say, voice slightly firm. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you."

Mike rolls his eyes, huffing and not obeying. Aw. Cute.

My hands grip underneath of his knees, quickly shoving them to meet his shoulders, eyes wide as he gasps at the maneuver he's done to me so many times I can't even count. Shoved into a mating press, I grind my hips against him, pounding against him quickly and harshly, relishing the broken sounds he makes as I hump him hard enough his head is bouncing against the arm of the couch, his eyes fluttering shut as they roll into the back of his head.

"It's a simple request," I hiss against his skin, rewarded with a loud moan. "I didn't ask for your fuckin' attitude."

The glint in his eyes when they open unintentionally shows he's fine with this response, happy to take more and more until he really does cum with hardly any stimulation to his cock. His mouth is open, tongue peaking out from behind his bottom teeth, his breathing on the cusp of hyperventilating as he submits to my touch.

"Is it so hard?" I ask, keeping even time with my abusive pace. "To just listen to me?"

"No, sir," Mike moans happily.

Oh?

"What was that?" I ask, leaning closer as I shove his knees harder against his shoulders. His eyes snap open, dead ahead on the ceiling as his mind clearly tries to process what to say next.

"Nothing," he says quickly.

"Bullshit," I snap, adjusting my grip so one arm pins his knees so that my hand can snake down between us and smack at his ass in scolding. "Repeat yourself."

"I don't know what I said," he says quickly, avoiding eye contact.

I smack again, this time hard enough he cries out.

"Say it," I seethe, increasing my tempo and pounding harder against him until he looks like he may cry, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth open as he pants like a whore underneath of me.

"Sir," he finally admits, shame burning bright in his cheeks. "I called you sir."

I toss his legs onto my shoulders, my hand now finding his throat as I hump him into the bed, rewarding his honestly.

"I see," I drawl, not relenting my pace nor strength. "Someone's into getting used."

This seems to roll him over the edge, his face bright and relaxing as his eyes flutter shut, only for me to bite at his bottom lip, causing them to open again.

"Watch me," I command, biting harshly into his lip. "I wanna see how pretty you look when you cum like a good toy."

His eyes widen slightly, his mouth slack as he obeys. The moment I release his lip his tongue darts out to wet it, lingering over the soft bite marks.

"It's alright, you can do it," I say softly, choking him slightly harder. "Let me watch, then I'll let you fuck me however you want."

His eyes are pleading, begging for more.

"You want something? Use your words," I tell him, slamming particularly hard this time, hard enough his head slams into the couch concerningly. But he doesn't mind, does he?

"Kiss me," he breathes, so light, the request sounds innocent and sweet compared to the way I'm abusing him on his own couch. I comply, pressing my lips against his in a soft, sweet kiss that he whines into, his lips parting and tongue slipping against my lips in a sloppy, pleading, silent request. And how can I say no?

I part my lips for him, enjoying the way he arches into the kiss, moaning as our tongues slide together in a messy, graceless fight for control. My lips trap the tip of his tongue, sucking on it and tugging it upwards harshly as he cries out, his hips beating against mine as his lashes flutter shut once more, but this time I don't scold him. I simply grind against him as hard and as fast as my tiring body will allow, guiding him through his overwhelming orgasm, the sounds of his crystal clear moans cutting through the air, perfectly complimenting his red face, glistening eyes and shaking body.

"That's it," I coo in his ear. "That's a good toy. Just let me fuck you."

He's stupid and lost to the world, his cock twitching pathetically as thick ropes of cum decorate the inside of his shorts, making the material stick to his skin, overstimulating him as I begin to lessen my pace, beginning to give him grace he no longer has words to ask for.

"So pretty," I whisper as I try to kiss each tiny freckle on his beet red nose, his breath hot against my throat as he tries to regain his focus. "So pretty, and mine."

"Where the fuck did that come from?" Mike slurs stupidly underneath of me, his legs still trembling on my shoulders.

I giggle, smiling as I lean down to place another kiss, sweet this time, against Mike's swollen, glossy lips.

"I dunno," I say, shrugging. Mike whimpers as I pull away.

"Guess I just thought you were pretty."

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I'm 100% gonna be late for work because of this, but worth it

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akane171 · 4 months

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Things about Ron Speirs that live rent free in my head - PART II

-We can see 4 soldiers running to the Eagle’s Nest, but no Speirs with them at that moment. I’m headcanoning he was already waiting for them at the door, smoking his third cigarette and impatiently tapping his foot.

-He smoked so much, because he didn’t know what to do with his hands in social situations, don’t change my mind.

-That instant regret, when he tried to socialize in Carentan and told the soldiers they were moving soon. That last look he threw them always make me cackle. He was SO DONE. And probably didn’t even try to socialize for the next month at least.

-Him being: clean shaven with hair slicked back, with his helmet on and with ruffled hair falling on his forehead - are three different demons and they all hit you differently.

-It’s super adorable that he was the most soft-spoken and sweetest when he was or dead tired or drunk.

-And you know, in all the moments when he forced his facial muscles to smile - every time, somewhere in the universe an unicorn has died (Forced, not genuine. When he smiled genuinely every time an unicorn shat a granade).

-“Lieutenant Lipton! :DDDDD” *gross sobbing*

-All the scenes, with his side profiles, when he stood with his arms folded on his chest and silently judged the universe.

-His relationship with Janovec. Like. I can’t even imagine how hilarious it had to be in general xD

-The moment when Harry didn’t allow him to steal and he looked at Winters, like he wanted help from dad (someone else on tumblr mentioned it and it’s a perfect catch).

-It's almost canon (some deleted or not filmed scene?) that Speirs (and Jones) dragged drunken Lipton to his quarter. I guess, he would have done that after all the "officers chilling and drinking time". Dick would have done that with Nixon. (And they would just have left Harry behind, duh).

-“Hey, Liebgott, you wanna sit this out?” master troll strikes again :’) (also it’s quite funny, because real Webster really admired Speirs and said he was one of the very few officers he really liked).

-The pure admiration in his eyes for his commander, when Dick cancelled the another patrol.

-It’s quite interesting how fast he has learnt about the abilities of all of his sergeants and knew who could do the job.

-The way he taped Lipton’s chest with his knuckles, after Lip was promoted and that soft smile :’)

-All the pouts.

-The fact he had no nervous system in combat situations and then he was all meow, meow with people he liked and felt comfortable with.

-“This war is not about fighting anymore. It’s about who gets what.” On the funny note, it’s hilarious when we consider his sticky fingers here. On the serious note, knowing what happened next aka the cold war – he was totally right.

-The scene in ep 7, when Lip talks about him and he emerged from the fog like a ghost and then scared the shit out of Christenson and other poor souls. Poetic cinema xD

-The moment when he called God, because Lipton was liptoning and refusing to lie down, while being sick. (And yes, in real life he told Lip to take the ONLY bed. Lip, because he was Lip, refused, but then he was ordered, so he agreed… I don’t know what to do with this information, seriously….).

-That hand tremble while he was pointing the gun at the asshole that shot Grant. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife, it was that thick.

-Also the line “When you talk to the officer, you say sir.” is so damned corny when you think about it, but because it was Speirs and the way he delivered it, it ended simply great. Also, A+ acting again.

-There is a lot to unpack in this scene, because why the ruthless killer, who was nicknamed “Bloody”, didn’t shot the bastard? He has had enough of killing? The prisoner was defenceless? He calculated the consequences, because he already knew he was staying in the army? All of this? Who knows.

-The fact we again, didn’t see his face for a moment, when he holstered his gun and said Grant was going to be ok - damn, I would want to see it.

(On the real side note, I think I’ve read somewhere (probably it was the Fierce Valour), that real Speirs said to Winters, that he didn’t really know, but there had to be some kind of doubt in his mind, that’s why he didn’t pull the trigger.)

Ok, the END.

It’s quite embarrassing how much time I’ve spent thinking about this asshole, but whatever.

Part one (x)

#ronald speirs #band of brothers #part II

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fahrenheitegg · 2 years

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MI'SIMP pt 1

✻ Pairings: Vox Akuma x fem!reader

✻ Synopsis: If there is mi'lord, there is mi'simp too. Wherein mi'lord being a simp, and his first ever collab with his self-proclaimed wifey aka his oshii

✻ Further notice: female bodied reader.

Y/n is an independent vtuber with cute live3d movements like Shxtou's, which gained her a lot of attention and fans.

But that wasn't the only reason why she is famous. Y/n handled her streams very well with this vibey chill vibes and her relatable personality. And of course, her cuteness.

Y/n calls her fandom Cielos,

And it wasn't a secret that Vox Akuma is one of them.

Vox has been a big fan of Y/n even before her Vtuber debut and everybody knows it, especially NIJISANJI EN.

Shu Yamino is also a Cielo

But unlike Vox, the way he simps for Y/n makes him sort of a good friend rather than just a far away admirer

and Vox is jealous of that.

Y/n usually play soft indie games such as Unpacking, Kuukiyomi, Unknown Goose Game, etc. Which was why Vox started playing these kind of games as well.

Well, the Kindreds doesn't really know about it. But they had a hunch.

Vox knew Y/n through Shxtou. He wanted to support Shxtou's new cover song when Mi'lord found out about Y/n. He immediately fell in love with her voice and has supported her since her debut.

He posted his desk set up one time and Y/n's model was his wallpaper on all desktop, including his phone.

He even has a few merchandise of her.

Vox even built Y/n a shrine of hers at Minecraft, right at the Akuma Clan.

Vox usually joins her chat during his leisure time. And once he's in, he just couldn't quit. His attention, all onto her.

He gives her super chats— even rainbow super chats during his pay!

He proposed to her multiple times through chat.

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: that was so cute what the actual fuck

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: i'm on my knees

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: to propose duh chat you're so horny that's bad influence to our y/n >:((

He's a very proud Cielo.

He even made a dump account like Finana, only for it to be filled with Y/n stuff

Vox almost beaten DailyY/n up to it for being the most active fan account at Twitter.

Despite being this thick-faced, he actually feels like he wouldn't have the balls once he joins a collab with Y/n in it.

One time, he accidentally joined a Discord call with Shu's collab after he woke up, just to check up on Shu.

Y/n was there.

Vox found out. He was silent for a minute straight, making everyone in the call laugh.

"omg i love you y/n" in a squeaky voice before leaving the call

Vox first collab with Y/n was a horror game with Shoto, Ike, and Reimu.

It was a mess.

Good mess.

Before stream: he was so excited but nervous as well. Vox knew he's gonna jumble up his words once he's on call with his favorite Vtuber, but he has already agreed to this collab.

He can't just back out like a man without balls.

During stream: He was 100x talkative

His model was always smiling with opened mouth and widened eyes

Unfortunately, Y/n was streaming her pov, so she couldn't pay much attention to Vox.

But everyone knows that Vox is hyped up during that stream.

"Hi, I'm Ike Eveland from NIJISANJI EN's Luxiem! It's nice to meet everyone!"

"My turn? Oh helloooo I'm Reimu Endou, also from NNIJISANJI EN's third wave, Ethyria! Yaaay~!"

"Okay... I'm Shoto... I can bark— arf arf arf arf—"

"I'm Y/n! Please take care of me! よろしくお願いします!!"

"よろしくお願いします~!" - Ike & Reimu

"Yoroshikuuu!" - Shoto

"Hi, my name is Vox Akuma from NIJISANJI EN's Luxiem. It's a pleasure to once again play with Ike, Reimu, and Shoto, but now, better, for we have a new face, Y/n. Nice to meet you, Y/n."

In a very deep, calm, and professional tone/voice

He was calming himself, he wasn't trying to intimidate Y/n.

Vox tried being brave. Clue: He's already brave

Another clue word: tried

Y/n wasn't good with horror games, so she tried sticking with Reimu, who she is most comfortable with during the stream.

Reimu took advantage of it.

and Vox was so jealous

Which was why he tried failing the puzzles a multiple times just to be with Y/n every time she fails as well.

He tried talking to her.

Clue word: tried

"Hi, Y/n. How was your day?"

"Oh— it was great! Thank you. How about yours?"

"Could be better if you give me a kiss or something."

Y/n's model was shocked. Mouth and eyes wide opened, jaw on the floor.

"Oh my God I thought you were only like that on chat!"

"Oh? So you do read my live chats aside from my super chats."

"How could I not... everyone's attention was always on every chat of yours..."

"Aww, that's so sweet." - Ike out of nowhere

Vox tried helping Y/n in some puzzles, and whenever he's there while a monster was chasing her.

Of course, he didn't forget to shove in a few flirting lines which flustered Y/n so much.

Don't worry, if she's flustered, Vox is a fucking blushing mess.

Vox just gulped down his shyness and tried getting closer with Y/n during the stream. It was his only opportunity — who knows if he could collab like this with her again?

He did.

After the collab, Vox asked if he could keep in touch with Y/n, which the lady replied yes to.

Ever since then, their friendship bloomed.

Kinda like a one sided relationship right now.

Vox became Y/n's self-proclaimed husband

His first collab with only Y/n was A Way Out.

It was the best day of his life, aside from Y/n debuting during his birthday.

There were a lot of flirting that Kindreds and Cielos even made a timestamp of it. They even counted how many times Y/n has rejected Vox's advance

Because fortunately (unfortunately for Vox) Y/n is also good at evading advances, just like Ike.

That's when a new ship was born. New tags, new fan arts, new incorrect quotes, everything.

It even boosted both popularities.

Y/n is a good friend of Nina too.

When Nina held another offline collab at Sicily, Y/n was invited together with the whole Luxiem, Elira Pendora, Alban Knox, Uki Violeta, and Fulgur Ovid.

Vox fainted

up next: Mi'simp and The Adventures of Offline Collab

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#fahrenheit's boiled egg #luxiem #nijisanji #vtubers #vox akuma #vox headcanons #vox akuma headcanons #nijisanji en #nijisanji en headcanons #pog #pogging #poggers

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clownery-and-fuckery · 5 months

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Extremely short little piece for you all based on one of my TechPhee headcannons!!! :D this was both self-indulgent and also a break from writing angst constantly lmao

Hope you enjoy <3!!

"Tired?"

Tech blinked, jolting up from where he was leaned forward. He looked around, eyes landing on Phee, who watched him earnestly.

"You're falling asleep," She commented, voice low. "If you're tired, we can go."

Tech blinked again, slow, and took in his surroundings. Hunter was serving Crosshair another platter, Tech swore it was at least his third. Wrecker and Omega were talking, though they looked as tired as Tech felt. Echo was leaned back, sighing contently as he listened to the bustle of the table. The chatter around him fuzzed out as he turned back to Phee.

"I can manage." He lied, resisting the urge to rub at his eyes until they stopped stinging. Phee tilted her head, a knowing smile. "Right," She nodded. "No shame in calling it quits."

"I don't need to." Tech winced when a familiar, almost childlike insistence that crept its way into his tone. A habit that only rarely came up. When he was tired. Phee nodded again, her smile only growing.

She tugged him closer, fingers wrapped loosely around his belt. "Well," She quipped, urging him to lean closer. "My shoulder's cold. Mind warming it up?"

Tech, despite his confusion, agreed and went to rub the warmth from his palms into her shoulder. She stopped him, and wrapped her free hand around his neck, guiding him to rest against her shoulder, head leaned against it.

Tech almost complained. The warmth that blossomed upon contact gave him pause, and he melted, sighing contently with his face pressed into his neck.

"Comfy?" Phee's voice rumbled as she chuckled from above, though Tech felt her swallowed thickly as he peppered kisses along her neck, a silent thank you. "Don't leave me too hot, now." She warned, but wouldn't let him pull away.

Tech hummed. The once overwhelming sounds of conversations faded as he relaxed into Phee. She was whispering to him, sweet words meant only for them, and he let his eyes drift shut. Phee smiled, hearing his soft exhale as he fell asleep.

Phee shared a look with Hunter, who glanced at Tech, then gave her a nod of approval.

They continued like that for maybe an hour, before Omega and Crosshair had joined Tech in sleep. It was a joint effort, moving them without disruption. Wrecker's hold was careful as he moved.

Phee turned away, having safely tucked Tech into their mostly shared bed, and paused when she felt a hand clasping her wrist. She turned, seeing Tech watch her, eyes half shut.

Phee went to comfort him, to ease him back to his slumber, when he spoke in a mumbled whisper, confused and drowsy.

"You're not staying?"

Phee found her heart stuttering at the innocence behind the question. "I can," Phee assured, quickly clamblering into the bed. "Move over."

It barely fit Tech, but she didn't mind the squish. Tech easily curled himself into her, turning his face to rest in the crook of her neck, like he belonged there. Phee reckoned he did.

Easily and happily, she snaked her arms around him, pulling him closer. Tech mumbled, voice heavy with sleep and his touch gentle as he drifted back off, sighing contently.

Phee watched him, a wide smile on her face she couldn't shake. She traced the features of his now resting face, admiring the way his nose scrunched and his hair ruffled.

"You've got me all soft, Brown Eyes." Phee whispered, pressing her lips to his eyelids. "You better stick around."

"Course.." Tech's sleep-filled whisper replied, turning to breathe strings of rapidly fading consciousness to her. Phee laughed, nodding along with him until he was incoherent. "Adorable." She whispered, tone fond.

Phee lost track of time, slipping off herself. All she knew were the comforts of Tech's steady presence, warm and solid as they slept soundly, away from their troubles.

#sw the bad batch #tbb tech #phee genoa #tech x phee #i need to make more phee content #separate from the ship #but later #for now we're keeping it soft

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cottonkendi · 1 year

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Betrayal | 2

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Kunikuzushi x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

Synopsis: Our beginning

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

a/n: we finally have our innocent kunikuzushi~ he’s so cute~ </3 he’s a bit different from the scara that we usually see in game, i’d like to think that he was this scrunkly and cute before he was betrayed and all that kskkks (if anyone wants to be tagged, you can always ask~ i’m always open for such requests and if you guys have any thoughts about the stories kskksks <33)

The country surrounded by lightning...

One foot on the land and you can already feel it. The power zapping your skin as you look ahead, only a foot away from Morax, your arms placed by your side, feigning ease even though your finger twitches a bit, waiting for the moment that you’ll need to summon your weapon by your side.

You can never be too cautious when in the territory of the deceiving kitsune.

“Morax, (Y/N). Welcome to Inazuma.”

You bow your head a bit in respect to the electro archon and her familiar while your archon offers them a sombre smile, his words of comfort spilling from his lips so naturally that you easily tune it out of your senses, instead, you focus on the third new presence.

Unlike the electro archon and the kitsune, this one is quite… innocent.

Like they haven’t been alive for too long. Blood as pure as a child. Memories never tainted with the gore and angst gifted to every person that you closely associate yourself with. Just their presence alone, you can tell that they are delicate.

Delicate and human, if you will.

Before you can think of any more complex questions in your head about this new human - if you can call any of you that -, Yae Miko giggles to herself before gesturing for someone from behind Beelzebul to step out of her shadow.

With a subtle quirk of your brow, you can’t help but admire them, eyes so bright, skin so soft and smooth, their hair silky and almost the same shade as the electro archon’s.

Disregarding the watchful eye that the kitsune has on you, you offer the new entity a bow, introducing yourself as one of the geo archon’s loyal yakshas, all the while, the boy in front of you can’t help but blush at your introduction. Not expecting to be treated with such high regard. Especially from someone who he has heard so many war stories about from the many poets and books in Inazuma.

How you had fought amongst Gods, even against some of them, and won.

He can see with his own eyes how the stories and portraits that he had found in the libraries hold no match to your actual visage.

With how you hold yourself, your presence matching that of the archons amongst you, if he had not known better, he’d have mistaken you as one of the deities. Your skin glowing despite the many scars and blemishes that littered your body. It makes his mouth gape just a little, his dainty hand subtly moving to cover his face when he hears Yae Miko giggle beside him, using his sleeve to cover his face even more.

“It-It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dendro Yaksha, (Y/N). I am Kunikuzushi, the electro archon’s puppet and son.”

How beautiful.

You can’t help but think to yourself. Your gaze drifting from his intricate clothes to his face, flushed pink beneath his sleeves that continues to cover half of his face. So beautiful.

Ethereal.

He may have been a puppet but he could very well fit to be one of the Gods.

Giving him a nod, you try your best to give him a small smile, lips a bit awkward after not doing such a motion for however long you can remember. But still, you try.

You can never treat someone such as him rudely. Not only is he the son of the electro archon herself, but he has also caught your attention.

You do not know why yet. Why a puppet created by a God would interest you.

Maybe it’s the nature of him essentially being similar with you and Alatus. Someone who serves Gods so closely.

Or maybe it’s the way that he may have been a puppet but with only a few seconds of meeting him, you can already sense that he is far more human than you are. Nevertheless, it is not something that you’ll have to ponder on for you need to focus on protecting Morax.

“Well, why don’t we head back to Narukami Shrine? We can continue our conversation there. As for you two…” Yae Miko gestures to you and Kunikuzushi which instantly makes you meet her gaze, willing her to continue. “Why don’t you two explore the shrine while we converse? I’m sure that Kunikuzushi would enjoy talking to you, what with him being intensely interested in your legends, I’m sure you’ll do him a big favour.”

You can already tell that her words had brought the boy immense embarrassment, judging from the pretty pink flush climbing up his neck and onto his ears. Though the sight of the boy is quite fascinating, you still think that such an idea would be foolish. You came to Inazuma to protect the geo archon, not to sight see nor tell stories about your history.

Before you can protest though, Morax himself turns to you, a gentle smile on his face. “I think that would be a good idea. If I ever need your assistance, I’ll simply call out your name.” He reassures you, already knowing about your worries. It’s one of the things that you’re quite vexed with when it comes to your God. He knows you too well…

Releasing a deep breath, you nod your head, arms automatically crossing over your chest as you make your way beside the puppet, the two of you silently following the other three towards the shrine before staying behind by the big sakura tree.

Before you can even say anything, you feel his fingers near your neck, his soft skin feeling odd against yours as you silently watch him touch your necklace, fingers grazing over the beads, studying every detail that he could without getting too close.

Normally, you would’ve been perturbed by such actions, not used to someone casually getting so close to you but you let him be.

He does not deserve to be rejected for his innocent curiosity, you think to yourself. And so, you let him sate his curiosity which ended with the two of you sitting by the steps right in front of the kitsune tree. “So it is true…” He whispers to himself, voice barely there if it weren’t for him being so close to you.

He’s quite endearing…

A bit naive and innocent. But endearing nonetheless.

You have never met someone such as him, he reminds you of the children that you save from the monsters that roam the land. But at the same time, you can feel that there is something more to him. Something that only immortals such as yourself can ever have.

A dark future, perhaps.

“And what is true, if I may ask?” You finally ask, your voice snapping him out of his stupor, his hand freezing from their place against the beads of your necklace, his eyes quickly darting to yours which only worsens his shock, rosy cheeks flushing a darker shade of his lips as he quickly averts his gaze from yours, just now realising how he had just been invading your personal space - though you have not complained at all as he did so.

With a stutter, he tries to explain. “You see… I-I’ve read your legends, I always listened to the poets that the electro archon would call upon the palace. They always mentioned your necklace… how you personally created the beads. That the beads were made from your own abilities. That you’d harden some dendro to encapsulate your enemies memories in them… as a remembrance of your journey…”

“Oh? I never knew that such rumours were circulating about my necklace.”

You hum to yourself, unsure of how the humans have twisted such a story.

You may have faced tons of gruesome battles in your lifetime but you have never once wished to encapsulate something such as a remembrance of your enemies and then wrap it around your neck.

That would just be wishing for more karmic debt to take hold of you.

No.

Your necklace holds more importance than that.

Noticing the expression on your face, Kunikuzushi thinks that the stories about you may not have been all that truthful. Tightly gripping the hem of his yukata, he prepares to apologise for possibly making you uncomfortable with his many expectations and for invading your privacy, but instead, he stills as you talk.

“Would you like to know the real story behind my necklace, Kunikuzushi?”

Without having to think about it, he nods his head, eager to know more about you and correct the information that he has about you.

Carefully, you remove the necklace from around your neck, your calloused fingers gently laying it on Kunikuzushi’s lap, his hands barely brushing against yours as he quickly takes a hold of the accessory. “That necklace… it is made out of the gifts that my fellow yakshas have given me. Some are precious stones, others are a piece of their weapons. A remembrance so that I won’t forget about them through the eternal years that I will endure.”

With every word that spills from your lips, it feels like the necklace on his lap gets heavier and heavier. The importance of the necklace making it difficult for him to hold, afraid of accidentally breaking it.

He wouldn’t want to destroy something so precious to you.

He won’t be able to forgive himself if he did. But despite the fear, he feels something else inside him. Something foreign. He’ll have to ask Beelzebul about it later.

Looking at the necklace, he can’t help but feel something akin to want. He wants to be someone important enough for you to add him onto the necklace…

It’s a ridiculous thought, he thinks to himself. The two of you have just met and yet, he already feels so strongly towards you. Maybe it’s due to the fact that during the short time after his creation, he’s already been swamped with so many depictions of you. He couldn’t help but think of you with such awe. And now that he has personally met you, it seems as if his feelings have grown stronger.

Though you only spoke when necessary, you had already enraptured him.

You had been so gentle with him.

So caring.

He can’t help but enjoy it.

It’s a first for him. What with the electro archon being quite stoic with him while the kitsune has always been nothing but a tease that always wished to see him flush with embarrassment.

But with you, you had let him explore what he was interested in without a question. Answering his questions truthfully. And though he had noticed it quite late, he also noticed the subtle smile on your lips when you had just met.

It was a pretty sight.

And so, with his thoughts about you taking over, he lets his mouth spill his words, willing himself to be brave.

“Someday, may I present to you a gift to add to your necklace as well?”

A little surprised with the offer, your gaze meets with his, his eyes so wide, filled with hope, indigo orbs sparkling as he continues to look up at you. The mere sight of him makes you feel something.

It makes you want to protect him from the world.

If he would allow you to, then you would like to stay by his side for awhile, see how he grows into his own person. And as you do so, you promise to yourself that you will do what you can to protect him.

“It would be a pleasure to receive a gift from you, Kunikuzushi."

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hxlyhoax · 2 years

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Love Actually

Jonathan Byers x Reader

Season 2

Pt 2 of Bedtime Stories

a/n: I don’t think this did Part 1 justice, but it’s cute and I love it 🥲

Also if we haven’t noticed, I love the concept of Will loving Jonathan’s gf a little more than him 🫶

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━━━━━ © hxlyhoax 2022 do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work. I do not own the rights to Stranger Things or any of the canon characters mentioned.

You laid down on the Byers’ living room floor, watching a movie with Will. He had begged you the last couple of days for a movie night, Just you two, He made sure Joyce and Jonathan were both busy.

It was halfway through said movie when you felt him tapping you, you looked down with a soft smile, “What’s up, bud?”

“Do you still love Jonathan?” he asked, innocent eyes staring up at you, while you tilted your head, wondering where this was coming from. “Because he still loves you, He’s still always talking about you. About, how pretty you are. How smart you are. Oh, and between me and you-” he paused, looking around then back to you, leaning closer, whispering, “He’s totally jealous of some Munson guy.”

You let out a small chuckle, “Eddie?”

“I don’t know, he only calls him Munson.”

You nodded, biting your lip, looking down at him, “I’ll tell you, but. you can’t tell anyone.”

The young boy nodded, holding up his pinky finger, “Promise”

“Did you also pinky promise, Jonathan?” you tilted your head, slowly lifting your head, while he shook his head, looping your pinky fingers together, smiling widely.

“I do”

Will’s smile grew larger, he stood up in victory, ignoring your semi judgmental look, dancing around the living room. “I knew it” he yelled, before tackling you into a bear hug.

You groaned, holding onto the young Byers’ boy, laughing silently. “Just so you know. Dustin, Lucas, Mike and I already have our placements for your guy’s wedding.”

“Oh.”

“Wanna hear em?”

“Sure, Will” you chuckled, holding onto him, the boy smiled almost mischievously. “I’m the best man, obviously.” he giggled, cuddling more into you. “Dustin is the flower boy, don’t ask, he was persistent.”

“Lucas the ring bearer.”

“And Mike?” you questioned, when the young boy went silent, “He wants to be the one who gives you away.” he smiled, furrowing his brows. “Said something about how you’ve always been like a sister and he deserves that right.”

You smiled, somehow just realizing how much you really meant to the little group of kids. “As for Max and Eleven, they weren’t around when we had the conversation.”

You nodded, “You all think about my wedding day more than I do.”

“We’ll even plan it for you, if you like.” the young boy giggled again, looking up to you, eyes shining, “You should go for it.”

“Go for what?”

“Jonathan, get back together with him.”

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It had been two hours after, Will was fast asleep in his room, no doubt dreaming about the wedding he wants You and Jonathan to have.

You on the other hand were finishing up an essay for your English Class. You were writing down the last paragraph when the door opened, you didn’t pay any mind to it, opting to finish what you were doing.

“Hey, Yn.” Jonathan smiled, closing the door. “Hi, Jonathan.” you replied, putting your school stuff back in your backpack, then, looking up at him, smiling.

A comfortable silence fell upon you both. You moved to the living room, while, he got himself something to eat. You bit your lip, silently thinking about the conversation you and Will had earlier.

You still held feeling for the oldest Byers’ boy. You looked over at him, watching as he ate. You admired him for a second, before zoning out, still staring at him.

He looked up at you, raising his eyebrow. “Everything alright?” he questioned, frowning once he didn’t get a response. “Yn?” he spoke a little louder, watching as you jumped. “Huh?”

“Are you alright?” he frowned, making his way over to you. “Yeah, i’m fine.” you nodded, looking down as he got closer. “I know when something’s bothering you, so what’s wrong?”

You looked at him once he sat down, shaking your head. “I’m okay, I promise.” you smiled, looking away again. Why was it so hard to confess your feelings when you knew he felt the same? You didn’t know.

“Yn, please.” he frowned, he hated seeing you like this, conflicted with your emotions, not wanting to open up. “I know something’s u-”

You cut him off, Your lips on his lips. He was frozen for a moment, before kissing back, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. The both of you smiling into the kiss.

He was the first to pull away, looking down at you, eyes full of love, smiling. “Oh.” he chuckled, smiling, while you wrapped your arms around him. “How long have you been feeling this way?”

You shrugged, looking down again, blushing. “I never stopped loving you.”

His smile grew, tilting your head up with his fingers. You moved your head into his shoulder, before the both of you could make eye contact. He chuckled, rubbing your back. “No need to be embarrassed. I never stopped either. If anything I’ve probably grown more in love with you.”

You looked up at him, “Really?”

He nodded, pulling you closer, so you were sitting in his lap. You froze momentarily, staring down at him. “But i’m guessing Will already told you that.”

You nodded, holding back a chuckle. “Also told me his and the others placement for our wedding.”

“Huh?” the older boy questioned, looking at you, wide-eyed. “Oh, he hasn’t told you?”

“No, but please enlighten me.”

“Will’s the best man, Lucas is the ring bearer, Dustin the flower boy, and Mike wants to give me away. As for the girl’s I don’t know, they weren’t there during the conversation.”

“Well that’s less work for us then, already got our wedding team and we aren’t even getting married yet.” he chuckled, starting to play with your hair.

“But i’m being serious when I tell you, I’ve just grown more in love with you. You’ve always been here for us, especially Will, and if you haven’t noticed he loves you to death, pretty sure he loves you more than me.”

You stared at him, smiling, “No, he definitely loves you more, you’re his brother.” you giggled, moving your hand to his hair, running your fingers through it, while he shook his head. “No, he definitely loves you more. You should hear how you talks about you.”

You still held a smile, moving your head down, kissing him again. You missed this more than you’d like to admit. He kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Oh my god.”

You looked over, eyes-wide, seeing Will standing in the hallway, huge smile on his face. “Oh. My. God.” he yelled, once more, covering his mouth, trying to hide a squeal.

Both You and Jonathan chuckled, you moved back onto the couch, staring at the young boy. “Are you two back together?” he asked hopefully.

Your gaze moved to Jonathan, who was already staring at you. “Are we?”

“Yn”

“Yes, Jonathan”

“Will you be my girlfriend, again?”

You just stared at him, biting the inside of your cheek, fake debating on your answer. “I would be honored to be your girlfriend, again.”

“I’m the best wingman alive.” Will smiled, running to where you both sat, sitting in between you both, cuddling more into you. “Oh and the by the way. Yn, I love you more.”

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 8 months

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Lukanette February 2023 - Love Songs

ao3

Hello again everyone!

I know this sounds weird but the reason I am posting a Valentine's fic right now is because that Lukanette February collection I wrote earlier this year was received so positively...Like I am literally confused as to why it was received so positively but...Because I am so grateful, I found a another oneshot from the event that I didn't finish, and I decided to finish it as a thank you.

Really, thank you for the support! It keeps me going!

I hope you enjoy this extra treat! ;)

~~~~~

After the third failed relationship, Marinette swore she would give up romance because she was tired of crying until she felt sick.

This time, she just curled in a ball in her dark bedroom and scrolled mindlessly through videos on her tablet.

But by sheer accident, YouTube switched her to a random music video.

A boy with blue hair holding a black guitar was about ready to perform. He looked just as dejected as she was.

"This one goes out to the brokenhearted," he said in a suave voice.

He played a heart-wrenching melody with this guitar that spoke to her shattered heart. But his song also understood her, and every gentle chord that filled her ears put a bandage on her broken heart.

When the boy finished his song, his ocean eyes glittered as he smiled brightly. Marinette smiled with tears in her eyes before pressing her forehead against her tablet.

She saw his name in the video title was Luka Couffaine, a name she would never forget—much more than Paris' obnoxious golden boy Adrien Agreste.

"Thank you," Marinette whispered.

"Thank you, Luka."

~~~~~

Weeks later, it was announced that the teenage guitarist Luka Couffaine would perform at a coffee shop. Marinette wanted so badly to get a ticket that she would do anything. Thankfully, her parents knew how much she admired the young musician and managed to surprise her with a ticket to his concert like an early birthday gift. But for Marinette, this was better than any birthday gift. She thanked her parents a thousand times, and her parents only asked her to say hello to Luka for them.

On the concert day, Paris was covered in soft white snow, and beautiful snowflakes in all sorts of unique shapes fell in spirals. Marinette put on hot pink snow clothes with fluffy white decorations and left plenty of footprints in the snow as she excitedly made her way to the coffee shop.

But when Marinette finally arrived, she noticed the coffee shop was packed with excited fans, and she was starting to get a bit nervous as her rising body temperature was harsh while wearing her winter coat. However, she soon became just as excited as all the others, and it was finally her turn to order a drink.

She thought about how she wished she could buy Luka a drink. And since she wasn't good with words, she would show affection by gifting him a delicious hot chocolate with heart-shaped marshmallows. And then, her thought bubble burst when she realized the people around her were eagerly waiting their turn, so Marinette asked for a coffee with a splash of strawberry milk. She found an empty table she was most comfortable in and drank her delicious hot coffee that smelled like strawberries. Marinette enjoyed her coffee as she waited in anticipation with the others, and then the lights dimmed.

Everyone's eyes darted to the stage lit by spotlights. Marinette was blown away seeing the adorable blue-haired guitarist up closer. He looked so calm and professional for a boy around her age. Luka took a moment to run his fingers through the guitar strings, causing everyone in the audience to quiet down.

"Hello everyone. Happy Valentine's Day. I hope my songs reach you and comfort you on such a chaotic holiday."

Marinette heard a few girls silently squeal, and Marinette blushed as she placed her hands over her heart. It was almost like a dream.

Luka started playing his song on the guitar, and it was like beautiful musical notes filled the room. Marinette felt like she was floating in her seat hearing Luka craft beautiful melodies with his guitar strings.

If you just walked away

What could I really say?

And would it matter anyway?

Would it change how you feel?

He sang each lyric with so much sincerity. Luka's ability to touch other people's hearts with his music moved everyone in the audience. And Marinette was crying tears of happiness because he truly healed her wounded heart with his music.

I am the mess you chose

The closet you cannot close

The devil in you I suppose

Because the wounds never heal

But everything changes, if I could

Turn back the years, if you could

Learn to forgive me, then I could

Learn to feel

Marinette was about to melt in her seat. Luka's new song filled her ears and calmed her mind. She also couldn't help but try to focus on his beautiful aquamarine eyes, even if he was on the stage away from her.

Sometimes the things I say

In moments of disarray

Succumbing to the games we play

To make sure that it's real

But everything changes, if I could

Turn back the years, if you could

Learn to forgive me, then I could

Learn to feel

Marinette couldn't help but stand up with her coffee mug and smile at Luka even if everyone else was sitting down. She could've sworn Luka looked in her direction as he played the final chords. It didn't matter because when Luka finished playing his song, everyone got out of their seats for a round of applause.

Luka smirked as he saw that his audience was overjoyed. He waved to everyone as they cheered as loud as they could.

"Thank you everyone!" Luka said.

"Thank you Luka!!!" Marinette cried.

"Yes!" One of the girls in the audience cried. "Thank you Luka!" A large group of girls in the audience shouted.

Marinette fell in love with every song Luka sang afterward. Still, soon it would be time for everyone to present the young guitarist with Valentine's gifts. She only hoped hers would be good enough.

Luka had to leave soon after his performance was done. He would've loved to sit down with a sweet cup of hot chocolate, but he had to do young celebrity things.

Marinette was practically at the end of the line of kids her age wanting to add to the pile of Luka's Valentine's gifts, and she had to leave as well. She promised to help her parents in the bakery and to tell them how the concert went. She was anxiously hoping that everyone else would be a bit quicker. But the line moved fast enough for her to place the blue heart card with a lace border on the top of the pile and quickly make her way out of the cafe to head home.

Luka quietly took some time for himself backstage. Still, when he heard everyone was done piling on Valentine's cards, he tried to make his way to the table casually. A few girls quietly showed excitement and hoped he would pick their cards. Luka smiled down on the pile. There were plenty of pink and red hearts. But the one card that caught his attention was a blue card that said "For Luka" in fancy handwriting.

He picked that one card up and opened it to see what was written inside.

The reason I still adore love songs is because of you.

~Yours Truly, Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Luka was busy trying to ensure young struggling people had a beautiful Valentine's Day.

But at this moment, a mysterious girl who seemed to have a sincere melody made his Valentine's Day.

~~~~~

After a day of work and fun, Marinette sat by her window in her fluffy pajamas as she watched the snowfall. There was nothing but peace in her adorable room, with all her art and memories of Luka Couffaine's beautiful songs echoing in her ears. She was going to rest for the night as she scrolled through Instagram and giggled at the beautiful things her friend shared, but eventually, one of the posts surprised her.

It was a recent post where Luka was at the same cafe where he performed, and in the caption, he was thanking his fans for all the Valentine's cards, but he was holding one card in particular close to his heart.

Her card!

He was holding her blue heart card and was still at the cafe for some reason!

Marinette couldn't just fall asleep now!

She got up and quickly put on some outdoor clothes before putting on her warm winter jacket with the gloves and hat. Her parents heard her rush out of her bedroom from the living room and saw her about to run out the door.

"Marinette?" Tom asked.

"What's wrong dear?" Sabine asked as well.

Marinette turned to her parents, and they saw her determined look.

"I'll be back later! I promise!" Marinette cried as she headed out the door and closed it. She was leaving her parents dumbfounded. But they raised this girl and always knew when she was up to something big.

~~~~~

The night was so cold, and her teeth chattered as she ran. Her breath was also harsh as she panted. She would've enjoyed the beautiful snow falling slowly on a quiet night, but she had to ensure she would reach him on time. Luckily, the cafe was pretty close.

The cafe owner invited Luka again because they were such a huge fan. Luka didn't mind practicing music in the peaceful empty cafe for a moment. Still, he also played his guitar outside, even if his fingers felt frozen. And eventually, he heard a girl who sounded like she was short on breath.

He was also breathless when he opened his eyes and saw her bluebell eyes for the first time. Both of them were locked in eye contact and were left breathless at the sight of each other.

It was still cold out, but they still blushed at the sight of each other while the entire world was quiet. But eventually, Marinette blinked and took a step closer.

"I knew I would find you here."

Luka's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice. It was such a beautiful energy. Such a beautiful melody he had yet to discover fully. And it made him smile softly.

"You showed my Valentine's card on your Instagram," Marinette cried delightfully.

"Oh!" Luka said as he unzipped his jacket and revealed he was hiding the card safely. "You made me this?"

Marinette giggled. "Of course! I needed to show the appreciation deep in my heart."

Luka moved closer with an unwavering smile, and Marinette nearly felt at a loss for words as her face heated up. He smiled down at her, and Marinette got a closer look at his beautiful aquamarine eyes.

"I'm happy my song reached your heart," he said.

Marinette turned away to hide her blushing face and to twirl a lock of her hair with her finger. "Of course! Your music truly was a bandaid for my broken heart."

Luka opened up the card again. "So you're Marinette Dupain-Cheng, from the Dupain-Cheng Bakery?"

Marinette squealed. "Yes, I am!"

Luka blushed. He could get used to saying that poetic name over and over.

"I always wanted to go there but was always busy with shows and practice."

Then Luka felt a rush as she swiftly took his hand with hers.

"I can take you! It's freezing out. I can make you a delicious hot chocolate!"

Luka grinned. Honestly, this sweet girl could take him anywhere she wanted.

And it certainly was the best Valentine's Day Luka ever had, where he felt so much joy as Marinette made hot chocolate while beautifully humming one of his songs. And presenting him with the most flavorful hot chocolate he had ever drank with plenty of heart-shaped marshmallows.

It was the start of something new, something beautiful.

And while he was the reason that Marinette still loved listening to love songs. She would be the inspiration for writing many more beautiful love songs in the future.

~~~~~

Author's Note: The song Luka sung in the fanfic is "Everything Changes" by Straind. I kind of chose that song at random but looking back it fits. Sweet guitar ballads suit Luka.

Anyway, thank you for reading! I hope to write more awesome Valentine fanfics for Luka and Marinette next year! See ya later!

#lukanette #pro lukamari #my writing #my fanfiction

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spongeofaces · 18 days

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I saw that matchups were open and came running right over, lol. Anyway, hi. I'd like to request one for an OC. Her name is Saima, and I'll write this as if she's the one speaking, so... Here you go

Appearance: I am South Asian with straight black hair and tan skin. I usually tie into two low ponytails because I think it looks cute, and I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. I am 159 cm tall and pretty scrawny

Personality: I like to say I'm a pretty cheerful and upbeat person. I try my best to smile through tough situations, though it can be hard sometimes. I also like to say I'm a family person, and I will do anything to protect them, and my friends. I am perfectionistic, but sadly I am a bit scatterbrained, much to the dismay of my parents and older sister. Hell, I almost burned the eggs I was making for the first time. I have been working on my organizational skills though, and I’m happy to say that I’ve come a pretty long way. I can be quite petty too. If someone wrongs me, I tell them either bad puns or horrifying facts for a period of time as revenge. I'm also good at math, so my friends come to me for help with that. Also, in almost every friend group I'm in, I somehow become a therapist friend. Lemme tell you, THAT really takes a toll on me. I also have a soft spot for unabridged fairytales (they high-key have me in a chokehold). Some more lil' factoids about me: I wear my hair in low ponytails because I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. My friends and family often told me my hands get pretty animated when I talk

Likes: Anime, drawing comics, video games, unabridged fairytales, sweets (my favourite dessert is caramel pudding) and spending time with my older sister

Dislikes: Cruelty, confrontation (I will kick butt if I need to, literally or figuratively), anyone who dares to threaten my friends or family, arrogance when it gets out of hand, black tea or coffee (I cannot drink it unless it is sweetened or if I have it with a LOT of milk)

Here's their character design. Also, her clothes in the picture are hand-me-downs

I might redraw this with a better pose, lol

Also, no third years, pls

Hello!! Thank you for being my first matchup <3

I hope the results are alright, I'm new to this.

I'll be calling Saima 'you', just cause it's easier to format.

I match Saima with...

Deuce!! ♤

Definitely a friends to lovers situation.

Probably nervous when it comes to confessing. Poor boy would be all stiff and serious, might need some encouragement to get the words out.

A respectful and patient dummy who can be a bit slow on the uptake - he definitely needs that math help.

Earnest and hardworking, would always be happy to look after you.

He admires your closeness with your sister, cause he's personally a big family guy.

He'll get riled up from time to time, I think your cheerful personality could really help him calm down. And on the chance you're both pissed, I'm starting to feel pretty sorry for the recipient.

Video game nights! He'll try out your favourite games, just for you. He'd probably like fighting games the most.

When he gets more comfortable with the relationship, he'd totally be the type of guy to give compliments every other second. He'd tell you you're the greatest person in the world and mean every word of it.

And one more thing... eggs.

Other options: Jack and Epel.

#twisted wonderland #twst matchup #twisted wonderland matchups

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A sexy-smutty fluffy prompt request please (containing sex as well)

Nobody knowing that Victoria is pregnant with Sonny’s baby and only they know it’s his baby boy or girl growing inside her

Maybe she also looks the best she’s ever done while pregnant, she’s absolutely glowing so strong and her boobs even bigger… it’s all because of Sonny’s magic cum and their baby making her such

But maybe she has such an intense craving for any type of sex with Sonny and he adores her being pregnant with his baby and while she loves Michael maybe she kinda goes off sex with him and she just says it’s just the pregnancy making her feel such… but she feels weird about Michael while she loves him, fucking her while she’s pregnant with Sonny’s baby

I gotta admit, the Sonny’s magic cum part really got me… 😂😂 But wow. WHAT A REQUEST! Victonny baby #3 on the way!! 😳🙏🏻

‘What Michael doesn’t know can’t hurt him. He’ll never know… He can’t know. He can’t know it’s not his baby I’m carrying again; not this time, and not the past two times either.’

Six and a half months pregnant with your third child and second daughter with Sonny, you stand in front of Sonny who sits on the edge of the bed—keeping your hands over your baby bump.

“The baby’s kicking again.” You smile shyly, giving your baby bump a gentle rub. “He or she has been so active lately, I can almost catch they’re little ankle when they kick around.”

“They’ve got a lot of energy, huh?” Sonny chuckles in amusement, placing his hands over top of yours. “Couldn’t come fast enough. I’m excited to meet him or her.”

“You’re too impatient.” You giggle back softly. “Just a few more months left and we’ll get to meet him and her together.”

“Maybe I am.” Sonny’s eyes dart up from your baby bump to you. “But seeing you like this again…and again…” Sonny’s eyes soften, filling with admiration as he gazes at you from head to toe, taking in the sight of you completely.

Pregnant now for almost seven months, you glow with motherhood approaching you again.

Your breasts are full, having grown two cup sizes—lactating and spewing milk at the slightest pressure and touch from being tenderly swollen.

Your baby bump will only continue to grow a bit bigger as your third baby approaches the nine month mark, greeting you with more changes.

“So beautiful.” Sonny mumbles, running his hands up and down your arms. “You’re beautiful like this. You always are.”

Rosy cheeks, soft, supple skin with a full, glowing plumpness over your hips, waist and thighs throughout your pregnancy which only grants an otherworldly beauty motherhood can provide; one that Michael appreciates and adores just as much as Sonny does.

With all the pregnancy hormones doubling inside of you, your libido remains no different—having spiked up more than you can ever imagine with an intense craving for sex not just once but even up to several times a day if you could.

The arousal even becomes bothersome—lingering in the back of your mind, wanting more, causing your skin to grow hot and your cheeks to flush scarlet with blush as you can feel a pool of wetness clinging to the fabric of your panties again and again.

Even limited to a few positions during sex for the comfort of you and the baby, your pregnancy can’t possibly develop and continue any better than this.

Sonny’s far more than accommodating and gentle, eager to satisfy every sexual wish and demand you have.

Father to two of your children already, Sonny is overwhelmed in all the best ways possible that you’re pregnant once again with his baby.

Just as you can’t deny your love for Sonny and need to be with him—within his embrace, his presence, and in every intimate way possible, you also can’t deny the love you still have for Michael.

Michael is still your husband after all, and your relationship and marriage with him hasn’t changed the least bit, even if you are living a double life with his brother.

There’s a romantic love and longing for Michael, but it can’t be compared to how you feel for Sonny and what you have with him.

Your arousal being stimulated by your pregnancy is almost always driven straight towards Sonny, and as Michael has stopped having sex with you around the seventh month mark—doing so a little early hasn’t raised his suspicions or concerns.

Still, it leaves all the time in the world for you to be satisfied in any way possible by Sonny, no matter what time of the day your thighs tingle and your clit throbs to feel him teasing and pleasing you again and again.

While you have no doubt about any of your feelings and ties with Sonny, there’s a strange sense within that longing and remaining love when it comes to Michael.

Even throughout your causal intimacy and affection, you feel as if there’s a barrier between you and your husband.

That barrier could very well be what you have with Sonny, and although you can never word it in any sort of way, your excuse that remains rigid and is believed is that you’re pregnant after all.

“It’s just the pregnancy making me feel this way, I think.” You’d tell Michael as he hovered over top of your naked body, completely unaware every time he’s had sex with you for the past three pregnancies, you’ve always done so with him the moment you found out you were pregnant with Sonny’s child to make it believable Michael’s impregnated you instead.

Michael understands, he always will and he always has. But what he’ll never come to understand is how you long for his brother in bed with him, carrying his third child, and planning to do so again and again.

#GODFATHER AU #VICTONNY #SONNY CORLEONE #SANTINO CORLEONE #SONNY CORLEONE X READER #SONNY CORLEONE X READER SMUT #MOTH TO FLAME FIC #MOTH TO FLAME FANFIC #PROMPTS #MOTH TO FLAME AU #GODFATHER X READER #NOT CANON

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sommerflue-22 · 1 year

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SWIPE RIGHT | Armin Arlert x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

One swipe to the right and you found yourself going on dates with Armin Arlert, loving how he treated you right. Who could possibly resist such a gentle and compassionate man? It's only a matter of time before he officially asked you to be his girlfriend...

Pairing(s): Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

Warning: Implied/Referenced Sex

Word count: 2.3k

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Hi guys, I hope you enjoy the story so far <3 Make sure to follow me so you'll get an update when the next part (or other fic) is up! -Birdyy

During the month of July, you’ve gone on three dates with Armin. On your first date, he took you out to dinner and then drove you around for a night ride in his convertible. On the second date, he took you to an art gallery where you spent almost four hours talking and admiring the paintings and sculptures. On the third date, he took you to golf. Despite your lack of expertise, Armin patiently taught you. All three dates were pleasant. Armin never tried to do anything funny to you, he always asked for your permission whenever he wanted to kiss you. He always picked you up, treated you with respect during the date, then drove you home and ensured you arrived safely. Even though there was nothing wrong with him, you never mentioned anything about your dates to Sasha. She found out when a friend, Jean, asked you about it. Apparently, Jean saw you in the car with Armin on your way home from golfing.

“You went on a date with him three times?” Sasha shrieked, “And not even once do you care to tell me about it?!”

“Sasha, tone it down. We’re in public.”

That day you went out to grab lunch with Sasha and Jean in a cafe near your workplace. Sasha’s reaction drew the attention of a few people from different tables to yours. Jean didn’t even dare to raise his head from his sandwich.

“I know, but how could you do this to me?” Sasha pouted, “I really thought your first date failed miserably. Three dates is plenty, ain’t that right, Jean?”

“I think so?” Jean responded, not really sure how he should contribute to the conversation.

“Yeah, it’s a lot of dates in a month. You know, for someone you met on a dating app. Speaking from personal experience… I usually only go on one date, and then they call it quits. They ghosted me. But, anyway… when is your next date with this Armin guy?”

“This weekend, actually.”

“You know where you’re going?”

“Nah, he never tells me where we’re going on dates. It’s always a nice place, though.”

Sasha shrugged. “Well, since everything you said about him was positive, then I have no reason to be concerned. I am a little bit worried, though, but that’s okay. This Armin guy sounds responsible, sounds like a true gentleman. If there’s any emergency, you know you can call me, right? Like, if he tries anything unusual with you or anything…”

“Yes, Sasha. Don’t worry.”

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On Saturday afternoon, Armin picked you up in his convertible again. He still opened the door for you, buckled your seatbelt, and held your hand as he drove. You grew accustomed to it. The silence between you and him during the ride no longer bothered you. He knew you were enjoying the ride and you knew he was focusing while also listening to music.

“So, where are you taking me today?” You asked Armin as the car approached an exit.

“I’m taking you to one of my favorite places.” Armin answered. “By the way, I believe I haven’t complimented your outfit today. You look beautiful as usual, (Y/N). I really like your sundress.”

You lowered your gaze to your plaid, blue sundress. “Thank you, Armin. I also really like your polo shirt. You usually wear button-up shirts on our dates… Well, aside from the golf date.”

“Why, thank you, (Y/N). I feel comfortable wearing button-ups, but I don’t think they’re appropriate for our date today. That’s why I chose to wear polo. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all! You look…”

“Hmm?”

“...beautiful.”

He gave you a soft glance and squeezed your hand even more tightly.

It took about an hour to get there. By the time Armin’s car exited the freeway, you could tell where he was taking you. You quickly asked Armin to retract the hardtop, which he did. You couldn’t contain your big smile as the car approached a parking lot near the beach.

“I can’t believe you’re taking me to the beach!” You exclaimed as Armin helped you get out of the car.

“I didn’t know you liked the beach.”

“I love the beach.”

Armin reached into the backseat, then grabbed your hand and led the way. The part of the beach near the parking lot was mostly pebbles, but as you got closer to the water, you could feel the sand under your sandals.

Armin picked a spot near a large rock, away from the crowd, so you didn’t have to sit in the sun. The beach wasn’t too crowded that day, fortunately. You helped Armin lay out the mat and took some of the food from the basket. After everything was settled, you both sat side by side facing the sea, munching on chocolate-covered strawberries.

“The beach is one of my favorite places.” Armin told you. “I used to be sick all the time, and my doctor said it was because my lungs were weak. She encouraged my parents to take me to the beach, so that I could get some fresh air. Because apparently the sea air is good for you. I got better, but I also got so used to the beach and the sea that weekly beach trips were almost a tradition in my family… At least until I graduated from elementary school.”

“That’s really nice. What happened after that?” You asked, slowly resting your head on Armin’s shoulder.

He smiled and kissed you on the temple of your head. “Well, my parents became extremely busy as the business flourished. So they no longer took me to the beach. Instead, I went with my driver. Or occasionally I bring friends.”

“Exes too?”

Armin chuckled. “No, not exes. I have never had a romantic partner.”

You realized that despite having been on four dates already, Armin had never asked you out officially to be his girlfriend. Anxiety caused your stomach to churn. You didn’t want to rush into a new romantic relationship, but you also didn’t want to be taken advantage of.

“I went to a private, all-boys boarding school, (Y/N). It was quite challenging, the classes, assignments… Basically all I did during the school year was studying. My experience with dating is nil. Zero. That’s why one of my friends suggested I get a dating app. I’m glad I did because it led me to you.”

You nodded, your eyes kept gazing at the sea even though Armin was staring at you.

“My cousin also went to a boarding school. She managed to get a boyfriend or two, but maybe that’s because she didn’t really focus on studying.” You mumbled. “I don’t know… Is it also because of your parents? I know some parents kinda have a strict rule when it comes to dating.”

Armin paused for a moment before answering, “No, not really. I don’t think so. I’ve never brought it up with my parents. You know, about dating and all. I suppose it’s because they see me as this serious, high-achiever person. They know next to nothing about me after I recovered. They spend more time out there taking care of the businesses or even socializing, going to parties.”

“I see…”

“(Y/N)... my dear,” tried to get your full attention, Armin lifted your chin up until your eyes met his, “I know what you might be thinking, but please… wait for a while, okay?”

You knew exactly what he meant. As if he could read your mind. Your cheeks began to flush because you’re embarrassed. Of course Armin didn’t want to rush things. You knew he had other things on his mind, things that were more important at the time.

You touched his cheek with your hand and leaned in for a kiss. It started out sweet with his lips moving against yours. Armin pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. You moved to straddle his laps when his tongue slid in between your lips, catching you off guard. You squealed, making him chuckle, but none of you let go. You were both engrossed in each other’s touches.

The kiss ended when you ran out of breath. Your forehead rested against Armin’s. On the other hand, Armin looked like he was still in a daze. He just stared into your eyes, his fingers tracing circles on your hips. You eventually moved to sit next to him.

“Armin, wake up.” You pecked his lips once. “Come on now, baby.”

Armin blinked several times before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “Sorry, (Y/N). That was… God, it was marvelous.”

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. You loved his blond hair, how soft and bouncy it felt between your fingers. Armin just hummed and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and exhaled.

“Let’s just… stay here for awhile, alright? Let me know if you’re cold. We can head back then.”

You nodded. You didn’t want to leave the place either. The sound of the waves crashing, people enjoying themselves on the other side of the beach, Armin’s soft breath against your skin, his earthy and woody scent, his hand resting on your knees. It was almost perfect in its tranquility.. You’d freeze the time if you could.

After a while, you and Armin were practically glued to each other for the rest of the picnics. After you had finished all of the snacks and drinks (aside from strawberries, Armin also packed some cookies and a big bottle of iced tea), you decided to leave the beach. Armin held your hand again, all the way to the car.

Armin did offer you to have dinner at a restaurant, but you declined. Instead, you suggested going through the drive thru and eating at your place. Armin agreed. You stopped by McDonald’s and ordered two cheeseburgers, fries, and cola. You wanted to pay for the meal for once, but Armin wouldn’t let you.

You reached your apartment building in no time, since it was close to McDonald’s. As always, Armin continued to hold your hand as his other hand brought the huge paper bag, containing your food and drinks.

“As I said, my apartment is not the tidiest one, but welcome.” You opened your door for him.

“No worries, (Y/N). It’s a lovely place you got here.” Armin stepped inside. “Where should I put the food?”

“Oh, just put it on the coffee table.” You said as you shut the door. You made your way to the kitchen and asked, “Would you like another drink? I know we got cola, but if you want water or anything…”

“I’m alright.” Armin stood in the middle of your living room and looked around.

For a split second you felt embarrassed by the state of your apartment. It’s not that bad, but you could have at least returned a few books to the bookcases or cleaned the mirror and windows. You loved the open floor plan in your unit, but it also meant that your guests could see clutter all over your place.

Even though Armin didn’t ask for it, you got him a glass of water. You both sat on the sofa and started munching on your food. Armin told you about the small apartment he rented while he was studying abroad, how the heater didn’t really work and how his neighbor down the hall kept blasting reggae music every morning. The food didn’t last long; before you knew it, you were down to a few french fries and half of your cola. On the other hand, Armin had already finished all of his meal.

“Thanks for the meal, Armin.” You said while wiping the corner of your mouth with a tissue.

“No problem, (Y/N). Wait, you missed a spot.” Armin reached out to wipe a splotch of mustard from your cheek. He then took a tissue and wiped his thumb, still staring at you.

“Did I miss another spot?”

Armin shook his head, “No, it’s just… I would really love to kiss you again.”

“Why do you always ask?”

“I figure I should ask for your permission. I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want me to do.”

“Well, if that’s the case,” you leaned in, “I give you permission to kiss me whenever you want.”

Almost immediately, Armin crashed his lips against yours. He didn’t hesitate and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips, exploring the cavern of your mouth. You climbed up to his laps, one hand on his shoulder, the other running through his hair, pulling it softly. Armin groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You couldn’t help but grind down on him a little bit.

Armin pulled away from the kiss, “Oh (Y/N), dear god…”

“Is there something wrong?” You asked him, panting.

“No. I just… it felt good.”

“You mean this?” You grinded down again.

Armin sighed and closed his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

“Is it okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, don’t…” Armin lowered his gaze to where you were grinding. “Do you want to… you know…”

You tilted your head, acting like you didn’t understand what he was saying.

“(Y/N), dear, can I touch you? Down there?” Armin asked you desperately. His blue eyes were clouded and there was nothing but lust in them.

Armin didn’t waste another minute after you nodded. He kissed you again as he laid you down on the sofa. His hand roamed, touching your cheek, your neck, your chest, and all the way down to the pooling heat where you needed him the most.

He ended up sleeping over at your place, holding you in his arms all night.

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syos-princess · 2 years

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Shopping Trip

Pairing: Syoko x Jules (Pink Lipstick AU)

Taglist: @of-comfort-and-love @sirius-to-pup @winterbl0ss0m (ok to rb)

Word Count: 1000+

TW: None

Info: I really never posted this story! It’s the one that I wrote months ago shortly before I made the Pink Lipstick AU for real. It’s written in Third Person but I‘ll write the next in my usual First Person again. I just prefer First Person… *shy chuckle*

One Saturday evening…

The warm spring weather had finally arrived which gave Jules and her girlfriend, Syoko, a reason to go out shopping for new clothes. Well, Syoko was actually the one who dragged Jules to the mall but the brunette didn’t complain. It’s not like she could ever say no to her. Her blonde girlfriend’s excitement always gave her an energy boost as well.

“What do you think, Princess? Does it suit me?”, asked Syoko while standing in front of the shop‘s many clothing racks.

Jules slightly shook her head in amusement. This was already the 10th or so top she showed her. And Syoko would’ve looked amazing in all of them. How could she not?

“You’d look great in it, Syoko…!”

“Aww, thank you~! I definitely wanna try this on, too!”

“Hihi, but you already have a handful to try on, babe!”, the brunette countered lightheartedly.

The blonde girl let out a sweet laugh and readjusted the pile of potential new tops in Jules’ arms, who was really kind to offer to help Syoko carry her stuff. She gently put the new one onto the others.

“You can never have too much clothing, my love! What if there is an urgent style incident and you need extra or something specific? Besides, some of it is actually meant for you!”, Syoko answered.

Jules blushed immediately. The young brunette was glad that her mask covered it up for the most part. At least, she hoped it did. Not that it would have mattered. Her girlfriend always knew exactly when she blushed or became shy around her which Syoko quite enjoyed. The glint in Syoko’s light blue eyes said everything.

“For…for me? How?”, wondered Jules.

The older blonde’s gaze softened and she stepped closer to her girlfriend. Jules could almost recognize Syoko’s smile underneath her mask. Not that teasing or smug smile she likes to show sometimes but the soft, sweet, loving one which is only meant for the brunette girl. Jules could see her girlfriend much clearer in this close proximity and so she couldn’t help but to admire her a little.

Syoko went with her high ponytail as usual but she also added a few extra waves. The bangs framed the soft contours of her face perfectly. Her beautiful eyes were literally popping with the light pink eyeshadow and subtle hint of black mascara and eyeliner. Under the mask’s fabric, despite the situation, Jules knew that Syoko hid the matching, long-lasting, blush lip gloss that she loves to wear almost every day.

Her girlfriend looked absolutely gorgeous. Jules still couldn’t believe that someone amazing like Syoko chose to date someone like her. Somebody so…average. The young brunette didn’t know how long she just stood there until she felt a light tug on her cheek and that made her come back to her senses.

“H-huh? What…?”, she let out, confused.

Jules saw that Syoko was still standing in front of her and was chuckling. The tug she felt came from the blonde’s hand, probably to bring her back to reality which it did.

“Haha, there you are! Did you hear anything I said?”

“Oh! Uh, the…green one…?”

No, Jules didn’t listen to anything she said. Syoko clicked her tongue in disapproval but giggled right after. The younger girl got even more embarrassed and looked away.

“No, silly~!”, Syoko started. “I said that I just love to match clothes with you! And that you’d look so cute in anything from these options. You said that you really liked the wide, frilly, pink shirt with the flowers on it, right?”

The brunette nodded slightly.

“Haha, see? And I really liked the white one which matches so well with the one you liked! We can match just like real couples do! And, since we have the same size, you can wear my clothes solo, too! Then, everyone can see that you’re my beautiful Princess Wife~!”, the blonde finished.

“W-wife? But…we aren’t married…”

Jules almost wanted to add “yet” but decided against it last second. She was too shy to say it out loud. Syoko took one of her soft hands gently in hers.

“Well, that may be true, for now, but you were really happy when I gave you that promise ring you’re wearing…”, her thumb gently ran over the pink jewel while she said that. She was wearing the exact same one on her own finger.

“I’m planning on definitely keeping that promise I gave you that day, you know? I love you, Jules!”, the blonde girl continued happily.

Jules was too stunned to speak at first. Well, more like overwhelmed and incredibly happy. She couldn’t manage to look up at Syoko but instead focused on their still linked hands.

“I…I love you, too…”, she answered quietly.

Jules could feel that her pink cheeks blushed once again. Her girlfriend always had that effect on her. The “con” of being an introvert in a relationship with an extrovert. But she’s always loved that about her. Syoko gently squeezed Jules’ hand.

“Aww, you’re so adorable when you’re shy~! I’d love to kiss you right now, honestly…”

This made the young brunette squeak and she leaned forward to lay her head onto the blonde’s shoulder, obviously trying to hide her embarrassment. Syoko only found this cuter but she didn’t wanna set her poor girlfriend ablaze with the teasing.

“Don’t worry! I was only kidding, Princess. How about we buy some of these clothes and then go for a quick bite? It’s almost noon and I know you don’t like crowded places…”, she offered.

“S…sounds good, babe…”, Jules agreed.

And Syoko didn’t let go of Jules’ hand for the rest of the day…

#💄 pink lipstick au #Just the image of me holding a pile of Syoko‘s maybe new tops while she is throwing more on there! 😂#But I really didn’t mind! I‘d do anything for her… 🥰💄🌸

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islandiis · 1 year

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The box is deceptively small for what it contains, or at least the space the item takes up. A wooden elk on a base, with little scratches here and there to imply blades of grass crunched under its cloven hooves. Its posture is mid-step and the head is angled slightly up, almost inquisitive-like with its tufted beard, and the great broad antlers are wrapped up to a comical extent in paper, bubble wrap, and at least two prayers along the way that it will arrive intact. A dark brown finish colors the figure, still light enough for its black eyes to peer at its owner with that questioning stare. Perhaps it is asking, why am I wearing this silly blue-and-red knitted scarf? As indeed such a thing is coiled around its neck, soft yarn on firm wood for both a comfortable and comical touch.

To sweeten the whole deal, Hjalmar also included some chocolate goodies such as Polly and Kex, as well as a tin of licorice powder and a grab bag of mixed sweets. Gummies both sweet and sour, foam candies, cola chews, salty licorice, there's a little of everything inside; it seems that he had a very productive fredagsmys so that Fannar could have his very own lördagsgodis.

Lastly, there is a rather thematic card tucked away, reading: Fanne, you can't say that Iceland doesn't have elk anymore. The population is now one and he should be fed regularly. Not apples; he'll get drunk. Please take good care of him. God jul och gott nytt år, Hjalle.

He hasn't checked the post in a few days, so when he opens his letterbox downstairs and finds a waiting parcel with familiar handwriting — despite Hjalmar sending gifts each Christmas, it still surprises Fannar. He closes his postbox and steps back into the elevator, letters tucked under one arm and the box between his hands. Magnús meets him on the third floor and they both admire the neat wrapping, before wishing each other a gleðilegt nýtt ár and parting ways once Fannar reaches his floor.

Inside, the box is carefully unwrapped, and as soon as he realizes what is inside his face lights up. The antlers are very carefully unwrapped and the beautiful little figure is freed from it's base, and Fannar can't help but laugh softly at the sweet visual of the scarf around it's neck. Yes, he's already sure where he will put it — right beside his other little wooden friend, for all to admire.

[SMS: Hjalmar] I am so sorry this is so late — I haven't checked my post in a while. Thank you so much for the beautiful gift! Gleðileg jól (even if I am late...) and gleðilegt nýtt ár!

[SMS: Hjalmar] [IMG: the elk has been placed right beside the little horse from last year, on his bookshelf.] Now everyone will see it when they come to visit. :)

#in character.#kuragryning #BWUUUUHHH THIS IS TOO SOFT #Hjalmar you angel #ALSO FANNE AAAAAAAAAA

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plussizeficchick · 2 years

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Hi…..sooo I have a request you can change how you like but this is the basic plot …. chubby reader who is in a relationship with Kirishima. Kiri notices how she has been acting around his best friend Bakugo. He knows her really well even though she’s trying hard to hide it cause she also very loyal , but Turns out she has a crush on bestie Bakugo. Kirishima also takes note of Bakugo eye fucking her every chance he gets and he oddly soft with her.. does kirishima get mad ? No, not at all he is totally excited and plans something ‘special’ for them to live out their fantasies together and kiri can watch even join cause he has a thing for Bakugo too which is why this was perfect to him...

Make it nasty please 🥴

Hey babe💕I'm def gonna have to make a part 2 because I really wanna be bred by Katsuki🥺But I hope you like it so far!

warnings: smut(breeding kink(mentioned)), oral

Best Friends│KiriBaku x Chubby Reader

Kirishima loved that you and his best friend got along.

You, the love of his life. His other half. He absolutely adored you. Your soft, chubby cheeks. Your plump lips that he couldn’t get enough of. Your squishy, round stomach. He loved all of you.

Then there’s Bakugo. The manliest dude he knew. The most driven, determined person he’s ever met. He admired him, both in physique and mentality. He loved his best friend.

He also loved how you guys looked together.

At first, he saw it for what it was. Just two friends, hanging out. Before you and Kirishima got together, you were all a trio, hanging out at each other’s houses almost every day. You still hang out fairly often, but sometimes Kirishima worried that Bakugo felt like he was a third wheel.

But then, he began to really pay attention. Bakugo was rather soft with you. He’d help you when you needed to get something from the cupboard. He holds doors open for you when you all go out. Hell, he even complimented your cooking on more than one occasion. And he noticed you, smiling shyly at the compliments. Giving Bakugo encouraging hugs whenever his temper flared. You’ve even gotten comfortable sitting on his lap.

But this didn’t upset Kirishima in the slightest. If anything, it only made him excited. He knew just what to do.

Mini Time Skip

You enter Kirishima and your home, toeing off your shoes and hanging up your jacket. You expect to hear Kirishima’s footsteps, seeing as he had the day off, but you don’t hear anything. Figuring that he’s probably occupied in the bedroom, you head there. When you open the door, you see Kirishima and Bakugo on your bed, watching something. “Hey, babe. Hey, Bakugo. What are you guys watching?” You say, shuffling over to the bed. Rising from the bed, Bakugo walks over to you, smirking, “Shitty Hair was just showing me some of your videos. Didn’t peg you as a kinky bitch. Choking? Daddy? Just what other shit are you into, Princess?” Your eyes widen, before looking over at Kirishima. “I’m talking to you, pretty girl. He’s not gonna help you.” He coos, fisting a hand in your hair, pulling back. You whine at the pain, but can’t help the slight throb in your cunt. “He told me about your little crush on me.” He chuckles, nosing at your neck, breathing in your scent. “Imagine my surprise when he told me he had one too.” You try to stifle the moan that bubbles in your throat, the thought of Kirishima and Bakugo flashing through your mind. “Oh? You like that, princess? Lucky for you two, I’m into that.” He says, crashing his mouth onto yours, licking his way into your mouth. You moan into his mouth, caressing his tongue with yours sloppily. He sucks on your bottom lip before pulling away, turning your head to face Kirishima. “You like it when I kiss your girl in front of you, Shitty Hair?” He taunts, moving to stand behind you, sucking on your neck. Kirishima whines, and you look down to see his cock straining against his pants. He’s really into this. Your cheeks heat up at the thought. “Take off your clothes, Shitty Hair. I want our pretty girl to sit on your face.” You can’t help but clench your thighs together. “Excited, princess?” He groans in your ear, pressing wet kisses to your neck. “Mhmm.” You nod your head. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, moving to remove your clothes.

Once you're both undressed, he guides you over to where Kirishima lays, naked, on the bed. “I want you to ride his face, baby. Get real messy for me, okay?” You nod again, moving to sit over Kirishima’s face, when you feel a harsh spank on your left cheek. “So fucking sexy.” Your cheeks heat at the compliment, moving again to mount Kirishima’s face. He helps guide you down, finding a comfortable position. “You okay, pebble? Is it too much?” You shake your head, before you hear Bakugo. “Of course it’s not. Horny bitch has been waiting for this.” Your pussy throbs at his degradation, he gives the perfect mix of praise and degrading. Kirishima guides you onto his mouth, one of his hands resting on your lower stomach. The first swipe of his tongue catches you off guard, causing you to buck up into his mouth. He moans into your cunt, before really getting into it. He’s sucking your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the bud in harsh strokes. One of your hands reaches up to your breasts, pinching a hard nipple. “Oh, fuck. Eiji. S’good.” You whine, moving your hips to grind on his face. “That’s it, princess. Fuck his face.” Bakugo encourages, moving to the foot of the bed. You think he’s jerking off, preparing himself to fill you, when you hear Kirishima moan into your cunt again. The vibrations travel through you and it takes everything you have to look back and see what’s happening. The sight has you gushing even more into Kirishima’s mouth, the wet smacking of his lips ringing throughout the room. Bakugo has Kirishima’s length in his mouth, bobbing along his shaft. He takes it all the way, swallowing around the tip. Kirishima laps at your pussy with fervor, wanting you to cum before he does. Bakugo pulls away from his length, spit coating his cock. “If you cum before her, Shitty Hair, I’m gonna breed her. How would that make you feel, seeing her swollen with MY seed.” He chastises, fisting Kirishima’s length. That only seems to excite him further, his cock throbbing and the tip dripping with pre. “Of course you’re into that. Nasty fuck.” You moan at his words, the thought of his cum filling you pushing you over the edge. “I-I’m cumming. Oh fuck!” You whine, grinding harder against Kirishima’s face. He’s lapping up your slick, drinking up everything that gushes out. He lets out a guttural groan into your cunt, sucking your clit harshly. The oversensitivity triggers another orgasm, the intensity washing over you. You and Kiri both slowly come down from your highs, you moving to lay beside him.

“Hey, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo grunts, voice hoarse from the assault. “I’m still gonna breed her.”

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three of cups.

featuring: eren jaeger, armin arlert, afab reader.

word count: 5.5k

summary: you, eren and armin have been best friends for ages. there’s always been an underlying tension between the three of you, until that tension finally snaps.

content warning: smut, college au, post-timeskip characters, alcohol consumption (characters are tipsy but not inebriated), threesome, mlm, mutual pining, voyeurism, thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), slight edging, use of good boy/good girl, masturbation, cumplay

a/n: uhh so i was horny and this happened. pls be kind this is like my first fanfic ever (also english is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes feel free to let me know).

update: so apparently tumblr took out a whole ass paragraph after the “keep reading” and then repeated two different paragraphs twice?? i’ve seen people trying to fix this by adding asterisks so i’m doing the same. sorry about that lol.

18+ CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

So loud, you think.

You can almost feel the room vibrate with beat of the music, your steps naturally adapting to the rhythm as you make your way through a crowd of college students in various states of dishevelment. A smile comes to your lips. The whole place smells of alcohol and sweat and the floor is sticky, but you can’t bring yourself to be annoyed at the chaos; the year had been brutal for a lot of you and with finals finally behind you, no one was gonna miss the chance to loosen up and just have fun, yourself included. Which was exactly what brought you to make this little trip across the room, eyes fixed on your objective.

He’s leaning against the wall, his golden hair making it easier for you to spot him in the crowded room. His eyes are trained on his phone as he mindless scrolls down with his thumb, so you’re not too surprised when he doesn’t notice you straight away, even when you’re standing right in front of him.

You take a moment to take in his delicate features, his skin turned to porcelain by the bright light coming from his phone; the alcohol makes you bold enough to trail a hand up his arm and rest on his cheek, successfully shifting his attention to you. His face relaxes in a smile when he sees you, but his eyebrows are still raised in surprise at your sudden closeness; he opens his mouth to greet you but you’re quicker, “Armin, would you please let me kiss you?”, your gaze keeping him pinned against the wall.

“I- what?”

You relish in the way his breath catches in his throat, and you certainly don’t miss the flush that comes to his face or the way his eyes drop to your lips.

“It’s for a dare… please?” your answer comes so innocent to his ears and he tries not to think at how pretty your plea sounded, even prettier than he’d fantasized so many times now.

“I- I mean, yeah, sure” he stammers; you chuckle when close the distance between you, his pretty blue eyes still confused as you press your lips against his.

The kiss comes out of the blue for him, yet you don’t miss the way his hands instinctively grip your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You hum into the kiss, your body suddenly so warm as he moves his lips against yours; he’s so pliant, all you had to do was ask and now he’s all over you, his grip keeping you flush against his body. Your fingers slip between his golden locks and when you lightly tug at them his hold grows tighter, his lips parting with a low moan. You swear you hear him whimper as you slip your tongue past his lips, taking control of the kiss as you explore his mouth, warm and wet and oh his hands are gripping your ass now, and you moan into the kiss as you feel his erection poking at your hip.

“The dare said ‘kiss’ but if you two wanna get a room…” Sasha’s loud voice somehow reaches you from across the room and you pull back from the kiss, a string of spit connecting still connecting your mouths. He’s panting, mouth still parted, and you can’t help but stare at his pink lips, slightly puffed and still shiny from the kiss.

Without thinking you brush a thumb against his lower lip, “so pretty” you murmur.

Armin swallows around nothing, and when your eyes meet his pupils are all blown out, pleading, almost begging you to close the distance once again. Fuck he looks so flustered, heat pooling between your legs as you wonder how he’d look if you took his cock in your mouth, if you could make him so lost in pleasure that his smart little brain couldn’t form any coherent thoughts.

You feel his arm around your shoulders before you see him, his usual scent of soap and lemon shampoo now mixed with a hint of smoke. You rest your head against his shoulder, your body craving physical contact after the kiss you’d shared with the blond. “Hi ’ren” you murmur against his shirt, dazed eyes looking up at him and then shifting to Armin. Your kiss was enough to make his brain fuzzy but now, with Eren’s arm wrapped around him and his body so close, he felt completely overwhelmed.

Eren pressed a kiss over your hair and pulled you and Armin even closer. “You shouldn’t keep all the fun to yourselves, don’t you know that sharing is caring?” he whispered, loud enough for both of you to hear through the music.

You can’t believe that cheesy line sent a shiver through your body. You figure it’s because of Eren.

“Maybe we should make use of that tequila bottle in our dorm room, what do you say Armin?” he adds, the blond choking out a soft affirmation. You doubt your sober self would have done that, but you were tipsy enough not to care when you took both their hands, interlacing your fingers with their own, a teasing smile gracing your lips. “Then what are we waiting for?”

You feel strangely calm as you walk down the hallway. It’s definitely quieter than the party, and your attention is quickly drawn from one dorm room to another, where you catch glimpses of people smoking and drinking to the sound of at least ten different playlists.

Again, you smile. For the third year now you’re witnessing how your otherwise rigorous and law abiding campus turns into a huge frat party in the weekend after finals. You don’t know if it’s the warm weather or the fact most common spaces are surprisingly clean by monday that makes everyone look the other way, either way you’re thankful. You close your eyes for a moment as you walk, slightly overwhelmed by the music and the loud chatter and the drink you had at the party, your brain lost in a pleasant buzz.

A light squeeze to your hand brings you back to earth. Your head turns to your left, eyes slowly opening to meet a pair of blue ones.

“Are you okay?” Armin asks softly, the tiniest hint of concern slipping past his lips. You wait a beat before addressing his question, choosing to look at him instead. You note that his cheeks are almost as pink as his lips, and that his blue t-shirt makes his eyes sparkle; you ignore how your stomach flips when you realize he’d been holding your hand since you’d left the party.

“I’m great,” you say as you shift closer to him “I’m in a good mood actually.”

You catch Eren’s eyes leaving you as he turns his head forward and keeps walking in front of you. You let your gaze travel from his head – you loved that half bun he kept his hair in more than you should – to his broad shoulders, entranced by the way his black t-shirt stretches over his muscular back.

You must have missed the part where he stopped in front of the dorm room, because you end up bumping against that back.

“You’re completely out of it” Eren teases with a grin.

“No, I’m not” you retort, “as I said, I’m in a good mood.”

The look he gives you is playful. “You call it good mood, I call it being drunk.”

“I had literally just one drink, there’s no way anyone could get drunk from that.”

“Depends on how strong the drink is.”

“Will you shut up?”

You’re still bickering as you enter the room, Armin rolling his eyes at the two of you with a fond smile. Once Eren shuts the door though, you all fall quiet.

The only light came from the blue led Armin had put on his side of the room, casting a glow over your faces that was almost ethereal. There’s a weird tension, a nervous feeling gripping your stomach and making you tingle with anticipation. You’d been alone with them in that very room more times than you could count, cramming for tests, watching a movie or simply hanging out, but tonight something was different. You sit next to Armin on his bed, eyebrows knitting together as you quickly try to analyse that feeling.

The three of you had been friends for ages, since you all attended the same elementary school and lived down the same street. You had bonded with Armin first, his quiet and intelligent personality matching well with yours. You remember fondly the warm afternoons in his backyard, grass tickling your skin as he showed you his new ocean life books and you rambled about ancient Egypt, Greek myths or whatever you were fixating on at the moment.

Eren on the other hand – at first you couldn’t stand him. You only knew him as ‘Armin’s other friend’, but he was such a loud and hot headed kid, you’d always found his attitude too off-putting to even start a conversation, and you were pretty sure he didn’t like you either. After some pushing from Armin though, you’d actually tried to get to know each other; much to your surprise, you found out you had a lot of interests in common. Eventually, you’d even come to admire how passionate he got about the things he cared about, how strong his ideals were, and with time his impulsivity left room to a much more calculated approach.

After all these years, the three of you were still as thick as thieves; you’d become so comfortable around each other that people always assumed you were either dating one of them. You’d always brush it off with a laugh, but now you wonder if it’s normal for friends to behave like that around each other. It was the little things at first; lingering touches, wondering eyes, teasing comments. Then Eren’s hands all over you every time you wore a pretty dress, or Armin’s obvious erection that time you and Eren were messing around at the pool; even your friends had noticed how close you were – and never missed a chance to tease you about it.

This is stupid, you conclude. They’re your oldest and closest friends, you won’t allow your attraction to them – at least you’re admitting it’s there – to make things weird.

You move to get the tequila you know they keep hidden in the closet; maybe that will shake the awkwardness away. You take a long sip before handing the bottle to the blond, alcohol still burning in your throat as you lay on your back, head resting on his lap.

You feel him still beneath you; when you look at him, his flustered expression is clear despite the dim lit room – before you can catch yourself, you wonder if he’s still hard from before.

Eren looks at the both of you on Armin’s bed. You’ve closed your eyes and your head is lightly nodding along with some music coming from the hallway, the beat muffled by the closed door. He watches Armin, a fond smile dancing on his lips as he can almost hear the mental pep talk the blond gives himself before raising a hand to play with your hair. You hum at that, eyes slowly opening as you turn your head towards him.

“Eren, come closer” you say, stretching out an arm as if to reach him.

“And why would I do that” he answers with a playful smile on his lips.

You raise your eyebrow, smiling back to him. “If you insist on staying over there, I guess Armin and I are really gonna keep all the fun to ourselves, isn’t that right Armin.” You say lightly, rising from his lap to lay against his side, your body wrapping around his arm; his hand ends up between your closed thighs and somehow you manage not purr in his ear as you rest your head on his shoulder, both of you now facing Eren.

When Armin speaks, you don’t miss how his playful tone hides a hint of malice, eyes fixed on the brunette, “oh I’m sure he wouldn’t mind just watching if we were actually having fun.”

Eren laughs at that, his voice dropping lower.

“True” he admits calmly, as if the thought hadn’t brought him to several orgasms through the years, “but right now I think I’d rather join.”

And he does, sitting close to your other side.

You wish that type of exchange wasn’t as common as it was between the three of you. You also wish it didn’t send a wave of arousal trough your body every single time.

You watch him as he leans toward you to grab the bottle from Armin’s hand, taking a sip of the amber liquor. Your eyes follow a drop of alcohol at the corner of his mouth, unconsciously tightening your hold on the blond as Eren’s tongue comes out to bring the drop past his lips.

In that moment, Armin decides he’s had enough. He’s way too turned on to let all this teasing slide; if the three of you really are as attracted to each other as he thinks, this was the time he was gonna do something about it. So when he speaks, he does with a purpose.

“Is it weird that I’ve kissed both my best friends?” his question sounds so innocent, he even lets out a calculated chuckle to feign embarrassment.

Eren tilts his head toward him, throwing him a curious glance “You still remember that? Must have been one hell of a kiss huh” he smirks.

Armin knows he’s teasing, and that he clearly remembers too, but he can’t help the pink blush that colours his cheeks as his thoughts rush back to that night.

It happened first semester of junior year, after Sasha’s ‘small’ housewarming party had quickly turned into a full blown party. As the music got louder and more and more people filled the tiny flat, Jean, all tipsy and bright eyed, had gathered all of you in Sasha’s room to play spin the bottle – most of you had booed him, but you’d followed him anyway.

After watching you awkwardly peck Connie on the lips and Mikasa blush violently as Sasha took her face between her hands and gave her a loud smooch, it was his turn to play. He gave the bottle a spin and almost choked on his spit when it landed on Eren. He remembers everyone cheering as he tried to stop his face from flushing red, looking everywhere but at Eren; that’s how his eyes landed on you, quiet where your friends were loud, your eyes focused on him in a way that was almost daring.

He followed your gaze as it moved towards Eren, finally making eye contact with the boy. His attempts look composed failed miserably when Eren, a lazy smirk spreading on his lips, beckoned him with his hand to move closer.

“I- uh we don’t have to…” he choked out.

Eren’s smirk grew wider, “It’s just a game Armin, what are you scared of?”

Armin couldn’t tell if his tone was soft or mocking, either way he felt as he had something to prove now.

He stood on his knees and crawled on the floor as Eren mirrored him, ignoring the way his stomach flipped as they met in the middle of the circle, so close he could feel his breath over his lips.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean said from somewhere behind him, “it’s not like you haven’t done this before” he teased.

Armin wanted to turn back and state that no, they had not actually done that before – he’d probably sound way more disappointed than he should – but before he could even open his mouth he felt a hand on his cheek; his eyes flickered back to Eren’s green ones, only to find them trained on his lips as the brunette sealed the gap between them.

Eren’s lips felt so impossibly soft again his, he tasted like vodka and something sweet he couldn’t recognise and Armin couldn’t really thing about anything as he lost himself in the kiss. The hand on his cheek moved through his hair and Eren pulled slightly, just enough to make Armin gasp against his lips, taking the chance to slide his tongue against his lower lip and into his mouth. Armin broke the kiss at that, a whimper leaving his lips because he wanted, needed more, but the feelings building up inside him – and the arousal making his pants tighter – were sending him in a slight panic.

He barely registered his friends’ loud noises as he sat back on his spot, but he didn’t miss the way Eren winked at him and licked his lips, green eyes boring into his blue ones. Armin struggled to act like his normal self rather than some teenager who had just kissed his long time crush. He desperately tried to focus on something, anything but Eren and his stupid lips and stupid grin and stupidly pretty eyes right in front of him, and that’s how his eyes found you again.

You had watched the whole scene with an interest you hoped went unnoticed by your friends. You sure hoped Mikasa, sat right next to you, had missed the way your breath hitched in your throat as you watched the blond gasp under Eren’s grip, heat coursing through your body and pooling between your legs. When Armin’s blue eyes found you, flustered, with half lidded eyes and teeth sunk in your bottom lip, you’d lowered your head in shame.

Eren rests his head again the wall and closes his eyes, as to enhance the memory.

It had been over a year ago, yet he remembered Armin’s sweet lips against his, the small noises he unconsciously let out going straight to his groin.

He remembered your face, eyes glossy with desire as you watched them part, flustered almost as much as Armin, as if you’d been the one kissing him instead, and oh had he wanted to kiss you. Had it been just the three of you in that room, he would have grabbed your face and bruised those pretty lips, forcing Armin’s sweet taste in your mouth.

He’d long given up the guilt that came with fantasising about his closest friends, any uncomfortable feeling quickly replaced by pleasure every time he wrapped his hand around his cock. At first it was just one of you under him, on top of him; soon enough he’d started picturing both of you on your knees, eyes bright and pleading, pink tongue hanging out of your mouths as you wait for him to paint your pretty faces with his cum.

“So who’s the best kisser?” you ask, your warm breath against Armin’s ear making him shiver.

“I can’t- You both… I’m not gonna answer that.” Armin manages to sound flustered when he answers.

Eren looks at him. “I would” he states nonchalantly, “but I don’t have all the materials to make my choice.” His tone drops to a low murmur, green eyes slowly shifting to you.

Armin tries to hold back a smile, both of you reacting exactly as he anticipated.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, it’s beat so loud you’re sure both of the boys can hear it; when you speak, you desperately try to keep your voice steady.

“Then god forbid you make an uniformed decision.”

Eren is straight up grinning at this point; he grabs your wrists and tugs you closer, pulling you on his lap. You balance yourself on his shoulders as his hands graze your bare thighs up and down, your skirt bunching up to your hips and barely covering your panties.

When your eyes meet, you’re shocked at how softly he’s looking at you. “I’ve been waiting a while for this” he murmurs, his voice almost a whisper, and you swear you can feel him stroking your cheek before burying his hands your hair and drawing you closer. He’s so warm all pressed up against you, so sweet when his lips ghost against yours before finally kissing you.

You’re slow to respond at first, too lost in how right it feels to have him so close and all over you, but you’re quick to part your lips for him, his tongue sliding against yours; he tastes of alcohol and you get drunk on it, a small moan leaving your throat and getting lost in the kiss. You whimper as you feel him groping your ass and push you even closer. He’s kissing you like a man starved, devouring you, the intensity making you feel light headed. You break apart from the kiss with a sigh, head falling on his shoulder, barely registering what you’re doing as you lightly grind against his hardening cock.

Eren groans as he tugs your hair so that you can look at him, his dark pupils swallowing up almost any trace of green.

“So needy… how many times have you thought about this?” he asks, a teasing smile on his lips as his fingers play with the hem of your skirt.

You look away from him, cheeks heating up; you don’t want to admit how many times you’ve cummed on your fingers with their names on your lips, but you don’t think you have a choice.

His head dips lower to press an open mouth kiss to the column of your throat, “Answer baby, there’s no need to be shy; we’re all friends here.”

You suck in your breath, voice embarrassingly shaky “so- so many times, w- with both of you” you confess.

Armin groans at your words, a curse slipping past his lips. “We- we could have done this so long ago” he mumbles, eyes fixed on you as he palms himself through his jeans. You feel so hot under his gaze, so wanted, you never want his eyes to leave your body.

Eren steals your attention by sucking a purple mark at the base of your neck; you bite back a moan as he licks at the bruise, heat pooling in your panties. he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“This won’t do” he says softly against the shell of your ear “how can Armin hear all your pretty noises if you hold them back?”

Before you can choke out an apology, his lips go back on your neck, finding that sweet spot below your ear that makes you whimper. You’re trembling as he sucks another bruise on your skin and this time you don’t hold back, soft moans leaving your lips as your hands grips his hair, tugging it loose and fawning all over his shoulders.

Eren pulls back, admiring his work as you try to steady your breath.

“Good girl” he murmurs, “let us hear you.”

You shudder at his words. You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, and he’s barely put his mouth on you. You can feel wet slick gathering in your panties and you shift to straddle one of his thighs, grinding hard to relieve the tension as your head falls back, a loud moan leaving your lips.

Two strings of low curses reach your ears, and you barely register Armin slipping a hand under his pants as Eren pulls you down on him again, the knee you have trapped between his legs pressing against his hard cock.

“Fuck, baby you wanna cum like that? Riding my thigh?” he pants, slightly bouncing his leg up to meet your movements, successfully drawing another moan out of your lips.

He brings a hand your face, almost reverent as his thumb grazes your lower lip, just like you’d done with Armin barely an hour ago. Your tongue darts out and licks the tip of his thumb before wrapping your lips around it, sucking slightly as you nod, eager.

Eren parts his lips, eyes glued to your mouth. He can’t believe he finally has you – both of you – as he wants you, as he’s pictured so many times; he wonders if he’ll come undone in his pants like a teenager, as you add pressure on his throbbing cock with each grind of your hips. He slips his finger from your warm lips, rushing his hands under your skirt to take off your panties.

When you finally readjust yourself on his thick thigh, you almost sob at the feeling of your bare, sensitive cunt against the rough material of his pants. Before you can resume your movements, he lifts up the piece of fabric, dangling it in front of your face.

“Look at this” he murmurs, “completely soaked” his voice trailing off as an idea suddenly forms in his mind.

He turns to Armin, and fuck, he feels his cock twitch at the sight. The blond is laying against the headboard, legs spread apart; he has a hand wrapped tight at the base of his hard, leaking cock, his pretty face all scrunched up in pleasure.

Armin’s cheeks heat up when he notices Eren’s eyes on him, but it doesn’t stop him from slowly stroking his cock, trying to delay his orgasm as much as possible.

“’Min, you think you could use these?” Eren asks, dark eyes dropping between the blond’s legs. Armin’s eyes widen at the request, his brain shutting down for a moment as he looks at the drenched panties in his hand.

“What? I- I-…” he looks at you, dazed, half lidded eyes boring into his blue ones as you rub slowly on eren’s thigh. “Y- yes please” he chokes out, shame reddening the tip of his ears.

“So polite… what a good boy” Eren purrs, his deep voice making Armin twitch in his own hand.

He takes the panties, the beads of your arousal thick on the side your cunt was, and he wraps the fabric around his cock. You watch with wide eyes, struggling to believe that sweet innocent Armin would ever give you such a lewd sight; you’re itching to lean over and kiss, lick, bite every inch of his body, but Eren’s grip on your waist keeps you in place.

Armin moans loudly as your slick smears all over his shaft. He keeps rubbing at himself with your panties trapped between his hand and his cock and how the fuck is this already topping every sexual experience I’ve ever had he manages to think. His eyes trail up and down your body, Eren’s body, and he doesn’t even notice how much his strokes speed up, hips bucking desperately into his own hand.

“Slow down baby or you’ll miss all the fun” Eren’s voice is as soft as the hand he puts on his leg to appease him. “If you behave, y/n will let you cum on her, right?” he says, sneaking a hand between your legs and sliding two fingers between your dripping folds.

“Ah- ye- yes Armin, wherever you want” you squeak, arching your back as Eren slips his fingers inside you. You feel inebriated as he slowly starts pumping, his fingertips massaging your walls, so slowly you want to cry. You wail when his fingers curl over your sweet spot, a hand gripping your waist to stop you from fucking yourself against his hand.

“Please ‘Ren, oh god, please, faster” you sob, high pitched moans slipping past your lips before you even realise it.

Instead of listening to you, Eren pulls his fingers out and slides them up to your clit, collecting your slick; you whimper when he retracts his hand from your cunt, pressing down on his thigh once again to get more friction. When your clit brushes against a wrinkle in his pants your eyes roll inside your head, orgasm so close you can taste it, but apparently Eren has other plans.

“Not yet baby, hold it for a bit longer, will you?” he purrs close to your ear, his mouth peppering wet kisses on your neck.

“Please a-ah Eren I c-can’t-” your words come out as broken sobs but you’ve long stopped caring, your brain filled with nothing but pleasure.

When Eren looks at your face you look absolutely wrecked, sweat shining on your forehead and cheeks red from the strain, chest heaving as quick pants come out of your parted lips. “

Armin, come here.” He says, hungry eyes still locked on yours. The blond obeys and shuffles closer to the two of you, your panties forgotten on the bed.

“You’ve been so good I think you deserve a reward” he says, as he pushes the glistening fingers he’d just pulled out of your cunt straight into Armin’s pretty mouth.

The blond moans at your taste, both hands coming to grab Eren’s wrist and push his fingers further in his mouth, choking slightly when they hit the back of his throat. Eren watches him in a trance, mesmerised by his blown eyes and the drop of spit that dribbles from the corner of his mouth. He wants to fucking ruin him. But not yet.

He takes his hand from the blond’s grasp – the whimper that leaves his mouth almost makes him cum on the spot. Eren lifts you from his lap, ignoring your pout as he places you right beside Armin.

“Sit still for me” he says as he slowly palms his cock before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down with his boxers. You hear Armin suck in his breath as Eren’s hard cock slaps against his stomach, your own eyes widening at the sight; in length he almost matches the blonde, but the girth is just… fuck. Even dwarfed by his huge hand it’s almost intimidating, a thick vein reaching his pink leaking tip.

Eren takes his time as he pumps himself, eyes fixed on both of you; he drinks in your pretty, desperate faces, hands clutching the bedsheets as you try not to squirm under his gaze.

“Where do you wanna cum ’Min?” Eren’s question snaps him off a stupor, eyes leaving his groin to settle on your face.

You’re surprised Armin can blush more than he already is as he stutters that he wants to cum on you tits. You smirk as you quickly take off your top and unhook your bra, lust clouding you senses as you lay on the bed, head towards Eren as you motion Armin to straddle your waist. His eyes flicker to Eren and you miss the brunette’s nod before Armin comes on top of you, knees straddling your thighs.

Armin can’t believe just how fucking pretty you look under him, naked except for that cute pleated skirt you’re somehow still wearing. His hand trails up your stomach to squeeze your tits, fingers playing with your nipples as he pumps himself faster.

You feel Eren’s hand cradle your face, “touch yourself” he says, and you do just that.

With your skirt bunched up at your waist and your fingers quickly circling your clit, Armin doesn’t stand a chance; he leans forward, a hand planted on the bed as he cums on your tits with loud moan and your name on his lips, warm liquid painting your heaving chest.

You watch the blond leaning back against the headboard, desperately trying to catch his breath; you lock eyes with him, toungue wetting your lips as you bring a hand up to play with the mess he made on you, getting high on the look of pure defeat on his face as you take your cum coated fingers back to your clit.

“Oh fuck” Eren can’t believe how wrecked his own voice sounds “who would have thought you two would be such dirty sluts” he pants, his hand sliding faster and faster against his cock.

You moan at his words “’Ren p-please can- can I-”

“Cum.” He orders, and you obey right away.

The sounds that leave your lips are nothing short of pornographic, your body shaking and twitching in pleasure, mouth agape and head thrown back as white lights explode behind your eyelids, any coherent thought wiped out of your brain. Eren chokes out a curse at the sight, soft, high pitched groans echoing in the room until he finally cums with a broken moan, the liquid coating his hand and making a mess on his clothes.

It takes a while before any of you even attempts to move; silence falls in the room once again, except for your labored pants mixed with the music still playing in the hallway.

Eren is the first to get up and head for the bathroom. By the time you’ve all taken a shower and settled back on Armin’s bed, no one has still said a word. You feel anxiety settle low in your stomach, its grip speeding up your heartbeats.

Did you ruin everything? Is this the end of your friendship?

“So who’s the best kisser?”

Armin’s voice comes out tired and rough, but it puts a halt to the doubts swirling in your mind.

The breathy chuckle leaving Eren’s mouth sends a wave of relief through your body; “I’m sorry ’Min but y/n is definitely winning this one.” You smile as you feel his hand ghosting over your spine.

“Yeah, figured.”

The blond curls up against you and you’re still smiling.

The bed is way too small for the three of you and the night breeze coming from the window does little to cool you down, but you’ve never been better, a warm feeling spreading from where your bodies connect with each other.

As slumber takes you, you hope they’re still gonna be there when you wake up.

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Breakfast: ingredient 64 + sugar 5 for inumaki

Okay, but like- what about inumaki's first kiss? His mouth is a very sensitive area and his first kiss would be a very intimate act, so here's what happens: reader and him are mutually pining BUT all everyone else sees is the sexual tension between them.

Somehow itadori manages to lock them in a dark small space, where they share their first kiss, yet they don't speak about it and to each other for a long time. At some point itadori (i swear this kid is a matchmaker) points out how y/n and toge can't even glance at each other and inumaki breaks. Late at night he shows up at reader's dorm, pins her to the wall and kisses her like no tomorrow. After they eventually have a rough make out with toge's shirt coming off, they lay on her bed where reader tells him she really likes him and he grabs her chin to stop her rambling and she looses it when she sees so much love and lust swirling in his eyes (they maybe have a third make out round 👀) and in the end they come to the conclusion they love each other and that they should have acted sooner on it.

I don't know if make outs count as nsfw and i read that you can write only sfw for inumaki, so it's okay if you can't complete this request. Just let me know you if can't.

Also get prepared to be spoiled spammed with asks.

— 🍰 strawberry shortcake anon

delicate

the first kiss with inumaki toge is as delicate as he is.

meal order: ★🥞 + 64 (canon au) + 5 (mutual pining) + sensitive first kiss with inumaki, them trapped in a room + yuuji as matchmaker uwu + WALL PIN KISS YES SIR + basically hot af inumaki

warnings: nothing really, just make out sessions and implications of smut, also UH soft dom inumaki toge, i guess? unedited as always

song i listened to while writing: I.F.L.Y. by Bazzi

note: 🍰 anon TYSM for this request, my heart was legit doki doki the whole time. this totally reminds me of why inumaki was my first crush and he’s the reason i came to watch jjk lol i love him so much <3 i hope this is what you’ve been looking for and that you like it! i had a lot of fun writing this one!

“Yuuji, don’t!” You tried to scramble against the strawberry haired boy’s grip, but he was far too strong, and it didn’t help that Nobara’s riled up self was helping him push you back inside the storage room. “Yuuji, Nobara, I’m your senpai, have some respect—” You don’t get to finish your words before you’re pushed inside, landing on the floor with a thud.

“Yuuji!” You banged your fists on the door once you’ve recovered, screaming at the top of your lungs. From outside the door, you heard the underclassmen giggle and run away, leaving you with your crush, Inumaki Toge, of all people.

Falling down into a squat, you wrapped your arms around yourself, refusing to look at him. You were only thankful that it was dark so Toge wouldn’t see how your pupils blew wide, your body responding at the soft scent of his perfume and laundry detergent. He’d been your crush for who knows how long now, and your first memory of meeting the cursed speech user burns at the back of your mind to remind you that it’s been years, and yet you’ve barely spoken to him.

Unlike the other students, your cursed technique wasn’t the most useful in combat. Your technique allowed you to nullify the abilities of others, but the downside of it was that it didn’t have much advantage against curses, so you had to rely on your physical strength to exorcise.

On the bright side, though…

“So,” Toge begins, shuffling away from the dusty wall and closer to you. Your heartbeat raced when his knees brushed against yours, thighs pressed against one another. “You’re a victim of them too.”

“Hmm, guess so.”

Neither of you speak for a while. Toge himself wasn’t much of a talker, and he barely batted an eye when Maki and Panda hauled his ass inside the storage room. He was so calm and placid that your mind was in mess – both because you were comfortable and happy in his presence, but at the same time, your palms were so sweaty and the room was so stuffed you could barely breathe. It didn’t help that Toge was humming too, reassured that he wasn’t going to hurt you with his powers.

“Uhm,” you started nervously, fiddling with your fingers. The silence stretched out thick and cordial that you couldn’t bear it anymore, and you turned to Toge with wide eyes, blinking back rapidly when he faced you as well, his deep purple eyes like a painting before you. “Do-do you know why we’re locked in here?”

Your palms grew wetter with each ticking second; Toge taking his time to answer.

Nobara had eavesdropped on you gushing to Megumi on how Toge looked so cute during breakfast this morning, and the girl immediately ran off to tell her best friend, Yuuji; the two of them sharing the same braincells.

Before you knew it, everyone split into two groups, your classmates dragging Toge away while Nobara and Yuuji manhandled you, hissing into your ear to man up and fess.

As if it was as easy as that! Inumaki Toge – albeit approachable and kind – was still the light of your life, the apple of your eye, and he barely acknowledged your presence the whole two years you’ve been with him. He was much closer with Maki and Panda while you got along more with the younger ones (although you wouldn’t hesitate to redact that statement after doing this to you), so the chances of you ever striking up a full conversation with him were low.

You only admired him from afar, sighing dreamily into your hands while he trained with Panda. Megumi seemed to be the only decent one, silent and bored as ever while you rambled on tirelessly on how much Toge looked so buff under his uniform yet had the face baby, stating over and over again he was born just to drive you crazy.

You should’ve known someone would find out one way or another, but heavens forbid, not him. The both of you were barely friends to begin with – you didn’t want to shatter whatever mutual respect you had for each other just because you crushed on him hard.

Mind running back and forth over the different ways Toge could reject you, because obviously someone had told him, or obviously he knew already – why else would he be locked here with you if your friends didn’t know something? It was getting hard to read his face from the darkness; the only thing you could make out were his long lashes and lips visible with his collar down.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he avoided your gaze, and you swallowed audibly at the sound of his husky voice; unused to speaking this much. “But…but we’ve got nothing to worry about. Gojo-Sensei or Nanamin will come around soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded at his words, cursing inwardly that this was your perfect chance to confess or at least try and be friends with him, but your whole body was burning, feet frozen in your place that you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You watched from the corner of your eye as Toge rocked back and forth in his heels, cheeks puffed out, and your eyes zeroed in on the snake tattoo beside his lips.

Toge rarely ever let his collar down to muffle his voice, so seeing him expose his lips like this almost felt intimate. He looked so pretty, long lashes fluttering on top of those warmed cheeks and strong arms wrapped around his knees.

He was just an arm’s length away. This was the closest you’d ever gotten with him, and maybe it was because you’d kept your feelings a secret for so long that it suddenly burst through. Faster than you could take notice of yourself, your arm reached out to cup his cheeks, thumb swiping against the tattoos. “Pretty,” you murmured, Toge stiffening up under your touch.

His eyes skewed over to yours, wide and unreadable, but there was something there – something burning. He had to bite down his cheek as you caressed his face absentmindedly, and it wasn’t until his fingers came up to your wrist that you realized what you were doing.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, the warmth of his skin now searing because of your embarrassment. “Toge – I-I didn’t mean to – I’m so sorry! It’s just, your tattoos look so pretty and I’ve always—”

Your words are thrown right back into your mouth when Toge tugged you forward, sending the both of you toppling to the ground. Toge’s hands were delicate, just as delicate as your touch, when he cupped your face, his lips moving with yours. You were stunned for a moment before pleasure and fireworks exploding everywhere burst within you, prompting you to kiss him back in urgent fervor.

Toge’s lips tasted like candy, his sighs into your mouth melting your insides until you’re crumpling his shirt, eyes shut so tight in fear that maybe this would all disappear the moment you opened them.

Your hands travelled everywhere – from his shoulders, to his neck, his jaw – before it settled into his hair, the satisfaction of finally getting to run your hands through them has you weakening in his hold. Toge keeps his grip on your waist firm, almost possessive even, and he held you up both, sitting up while your arms wound around his neck.

A curse must’ve possessed you because you moaned into his mouth when he nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it inside his mouth so he could taste your cherry chapstick.

He wasn’t in a better state than yours. As the cursed speech user, his mouth was one of his most sensitive parts, and it took all energy it had in him to not kiss you senseless right then and there, your lips swiping over his mouth in such a mind-numbing sensation.

It felt like his body was on fire, the heat licking up from his toes to right where you were pressed on him. Your lips on his was scorching, the soft sighs and moans you gave him only adding to the fuel.

Toge groaned as your nails subconsciously pulled at his hair, making him grind you down into the V of his lips, pressing your chest firms against his until there was no more space. Through the darkness and nearly airless atmosphere of the room, Toge still managed to take your breath away, your lips moving in synch and you were falling, falling, falling.

He effortlessly held your weakening arms up before he pulled away, both your chests panting at the sudden heated kiss. His eyes trailed down from your lust-filled gaze to the bow of your lips, where the flesh was plump and abused.

Toge’s thumb swiped over your lips that had you frozen solid because he looked at you so gently, delicately, almost as if he didn’t want to hurt you. But he never could – you nullified everyone’s powers and allowed him freedom in your space. You’d let him come again and again, welcoming him with open arms if he wanted so, and in that moment, you believed he did.

Although why would he want you?

Fears and insecurities struck a chord in you and you scrambled away from his lap, leaving Toge all alone in the ground. You ducked your head down to ignore the confused and hurt expression on his face, turning back to the door instead. “I’m so sorry,” you rasped out in one breath, “I-I didn’t mean for that kiss to happen and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please just forget this ever happened and I really wish you and I aren’t awkward for this. Okay, good night. See you around.”

Pulling your phone out of your pocket after cursing yourself for not thinking of texting Megumi sooner, you speed dialed the younger boy, begging him to unlock the door.

Megumi came around a few minutes later. Toge had long settled behind you, silent but still catching his breath from your previous lip-locking. His presence unnerved you and you rubbed your hands up and down your arms, praying to whoever divines self that Toge would forget about this as well. The moment Megumi came around, you leaped out of the room, leaving two confused boys – with one of them unknowingly shattered.

The next few days were hell.

You and Toge hadn’t talked much at all before, but now, you both pretended as if the other didn’t existed. During class where there had to be pairings, you immediately sided with Maki and pushing Panda to Toge’s way, the latter frowning behind his collar every time you avoided his gaze.

You just couldn’t handle being anywhere near him after that kiss. You feared that your heart would combust and you’d further embarrass yourself in front of him, as if you weren’t embarrassing enough with how excited you were as you kissed him.

Gosh, what would Toge think of you now?

You bet he found you so weird, and your suspicions were only confirmed when he’d resorted to avoiding you as well. No more polite and cheery good mornings! in the hallway or asking what he had for lunch, no more random texting of memes at 3am because you both didn’t have friends outside the institute.

Pure silence from the other side.

It should’ve comforted you – you wanted to stay away from him, right? – but you only grew restless. Your focus dwindled with each passing day, finding yourself at the back of Toge’s head longingly when he wasn’t looking, then sighing as you chastised yourself from being stupid.

To be honest, that kiss only made your feelings multiply tenfold.

Now that you knew how warm and comfortable Toge was to the touch, how his lips tasted and how his hair felt under your touch – you crushed on him impossibly harder than before.

You reached a point where you tossed and turn around in bed, unable to fall asleep; completely unaware that just a few doors down, he was doing the same. It had you thinking back to that day all over again, wondering why did he kiss you? If he liked you, why did he never talk to you? He never even noticed you before and you were always the first one to strike conversation, but because the others were always around, chats were limited, one-worded, and awkward.

That cursed technique of yours was still useless, after all.

“Would you please stop moping around?” Megumi slammed his book down on the table next to you, and you jumped in your seat, clutching your pencil to your chest. “I’m tired of you eye-fucking Inumaki-senpai.”

“Wha – ? No, I wasn’t, what are you talking about?”

“You’ve both been acting weird,” observed Yuuji who stopped fighting with Nobara over who would win in an arm wrestling fight without special abilities: Gojo-Sensei or Nanami. Nobara nodded beside him, stealing Yuuji’s crisp chips before speaking. “You both can’t even glance at each other. All of us can feel that something’s wrong between you two.”

“They probably fucked in the storage room.”

“Nobara, keep your voice down!”

“Why should I?” she smirked, jabbing her thumb to an asleep Toge lounging on the field with Panda. “Your precious crush is asleep. He won’t know. But whatever, what did happen when we locked you both there?”

“You all humiliated me, that’s what happened!”

“What do you mean humiliated?” Megumi asked this time around, and you buried your face in your arms, glancing over at Toge again. He was slumbering peacefully, his body shaded from the sun under the tree, and your fingertips itched with the urge to hold him close again.

“He doesn’t like me,” you concluded with trembling lips, sending one last longing glance at Toge. “And I think I just absolutely ruined everything.”

No matter how much your underclassmen tried to cheer you up, your spirits were never lifted. You trudged back to your room that night, tired and drained from all the events that you just buried your nose in your textbook, studying about curses for next week’s exams.

The words began to blur and you sighed on your seat, glancing at your phone. It was nearing midnight and the dorms were oddly quiet, but you guessed everyone just had a long day.

Soon, you brushed your teeth and moved to retire for the night when three soft knocks came from your door. Your hand stilled on your blanket, brows furrowed at who could it be this time of the night. After fixing your hair to make yourself presentable, you swung the door open, ready to hit Yuuji if he came here to drag you down to the movie room and force you to watch horror movies again when you were harshly pushed, the stranger kicking the door back.

You gasped as warm lips came crashing down to yours, your hands pinned above your hand with just one arm.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it was Toge who’d placed a knee between your legs to prevent you from falling; your knees already turning to jelly before you even registered it was him. The familiar taste of something sweet like candy and cough syrup coated your senses and you moaned in his arms as his hands ran under your shirt, making the hairs on your body prickle up in anticipation.

Toge took advantage of your moan, his tongue slipping inside before it clashed with yours. It was too much – his overwhelming scent, his tongue tasting yours, his hands squeezing your breasts tenderly – you were on the verge of falling apart.

Fire burned all over your body, pure instinct dominating your conscious mind as you pushed him back, Toge falling down with you scrambling above him.

He grunted at your sloppy actions of trying to tug his shirt over his head, but he complied, reaching up at the same time you leant down for another wet, heated kiss. The kiss this time around was far less gentle and more urgent; your mutual pining for one another tipping over the edge until all hell broke loose.

You settled into his lap as if it were a throne and he encouraged you to take it, to claim him because he considered you the queen of his world.

“Toge, I,” you rambled after every peck, unable to form a complete sentence because you kept wanting to kiss him. It was nearly impossible to pull away now that he held you so close, making you feel like home and driving you absolutely insane. “I can’t do it anymore, mmhm, I want you so much – always have – I don’t want to avoid you and I just want to—”

He stopped your rambling by grabbing your chin forwards, his lips molding over yours again and dancing with it like two perfectly syncopated performers.

Toge’s curious hands ravished every crevice and dip of your curves as he sucked on your tongue, tasting it fervently like a traveler memorizing his path. You shuddered when Toge’s nimble fingers travelled down to cup your ass to lift you upwards, pushing you closer and deeper into his mouth.

None of you cared about anything anymore. You could barely focus on anything but letting your hands roam free down his chest, Toge rutting up to you when your cold hands brushed over his nipple.

Needing air to breathe, you pulled away first, panting as your forehead pressed against his. You stared at each other, lips swollen and wet from the hot make-out session. You were sure that your adoration for him was clearly evident in your eyes, that your feelings for him sparkled and radiated like the bright sunshine’s warmth he always made you feel.

But that wasn’t what drove you crazy.

It was the fact his expression mirrored yours; only his had lust swirling around his dark eyes, an unexplainable plethora of emotions flooding through them. You were breathing hard and so was he, his soft pants warming your lips that were still sore from his hungry ministrations.

Now was the time.

It didn’t matter that maybe he didn’t feel the same way for you; you liked him so much. Your feelings poured over the glass and your eyes glossed over with how your heart frantically chanted his name, wanting nothing and no one else but him.

“I love you,” you confessed, “I fucking love you.”

To your surprise, Toge chuckled, pulling you forward until his chest was flushed against yours. He captured your lips for one last kiss, delicate this time around as his hands cupped your jaw. You tilted your hide to the side to deepen the kiss, and you sighed while Toge rubbed soothing circles at the sides of your jaw then down to your neck.

“You better,” he mumbled through your lips, “Because I fucking love you too, and I don’t want to play this game of push and pull anymore.”

It was your first time to hear such dominance in his words, to witness such need and possessiveness shine back through his eyes, his lips travelling to the sides of your face. Submissively, you arched your back to him and allowed him access to your neck, head lolling to the side. Even as Toge slowly but surely left little love bites to mark you as his, he was gentle and delicate, soft yet hard, bitter but sweet like the longing you had for one another.

Even as he had you trapped under his arms, his heat nestled into the deeper, intimate parts of you that only welcomed no one else but him; your lover was absolutely delicate.

And you only fell for him harder than you already have.

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