#having sooo much fun drawing lately

[spearmintseaslug]

ya. someone put their jelly in the microwave. yeah its all melted now

[javierduffy]

he's so fun to study :]

[globst3r]

using my big and giant brain to draw whateverrrr :p these r very inspired by feralfrenzys old aomcof art + @aomdc cameo in the corner

[quizcastle]

Mista in an outfit of mine that I think is pretty Mista-coded. I think this every time I wear my spiky shoes lol-

Also transfem Mista be upon ye!!! I have been meaning to draw her for ages.

[gyrmirr]

i feel like sam and i would dress similarly. which is an indictment of us both

[woolying]

posting wip so i have the motivation to finish it eventually...surely i dont give up....

monitoring feat vero

[sweetvalentinescandy]

struggled a lot with tweeks pose unfortunately. love how kenny turned out!! if only it was their week but its NOT!!!

[houseofaegon]

Bob and a reader who bruises easily and when they have sex the reader is usually marked up the next day?

Marked ✩ Bob Reynolds

Pairings: Bob Reynolds x Thunderbolt!Reader

Warnings: +18 SMUT MINORS DNI. explicit sexual scenes, bruising (reader bruises easily), rough sex, possessive!bob, protective older brother!bucky, strong language, secret relationship, minor angst, fluff, found family, chaotic thunderbolts energy, family dynamics, violence (threatened),

Summary: You and Bob had been sneaking around for months, the thrill of secrecy only fueling the fire and desire. But bruises from the night before threaten to unravel everything—especially when Bucky Barnes sees them and goes into full protective big brother mode.

Author's Note: omg you guyssssssss!!! i had so much fun writing this one. i am so obsessed with the whole secret relationship setup, and bucky going full protective older brother mode???? ughhhhhh I'm obsessed. i love my boyfriends<3 yelena my baby I love love love writing her so much she's sooo ughhh I love her!!!! i love myself some found family<3 keep the requests comingggggg!!!! i’ve got so many on my inbox already i’ve been planning out all of the fics so they’ll be posted soon<3

You woke up tangled in sheets, muscles aching, skin kissed with tenderness. Bob's arm was drapped heavy over your waist, the rise and fall of his chest pressing your back into him, grounding you, like he needed the contact to breathe. He always held you like that after—like if he let go, you might vanish.

A dull ache throbbed deep in your thighs, your hips, the slope of your neck. Each mark a reminder of the night before. Of how careful he tried to be. Of how easily he lost himself in you when the door was closed and the rest of the world disappeared.

It had started slow, like it always did.

Quiet knock on your door, late enough for the others to be asleep or buried in their own distractions. Bob would linger in the hall, hoodie thrown over his head, hands in his pockets like some kind of teenage boy sneaking into his girlfriend's room.

The moment the door clicked shut, the tension would snap. You’d throw yourself at him—starving, always starving—and he’d catch you every time.

Last night was no different. You'd been watching him all day, practically squirming on the sidelines of the gym while he trained with Yelena.

That damn white shirt clung to him, soaked through sweat, riding up every time he moved. His biceps flexed with every punch, his golden curls damp and wild. You caught him watching you more than once, eyes dark, mouth parted.

He looked wrecked before you even touched him.

By the time he showed up at your door, you didn’t say a word. You grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie, yanked him into your room, and kissed him like he was oxygen.

His hands trembled when they touched your waist. “I’ll be careful,” he whispered, even as you guided him to the bed, tugging his clothes off, already breathless.

“You don’t have to be,” you said. "I don't want you to be."

He kissed down your neck, hands gripping your thighs like he was anchoring himself. When his mouth found your pulse point, he sucked just hard enough to draw a moan—and the bruise bloomed seconds later.

He pulled back to look at the mark, already forming, then looked up at you with something feral in his eyes. “You’re so fucking soft,” he groaned. “I’m gonna mark every inch of you. Mine. All of you.”

You gripped his hair, kissed him harder. “Then do it.”

His fingers laced with yours, pinning them above your head as he pushed into you slowly, the stretch of him drawing a gasp from your lips. He watched your face like it was the only thing that mattered.

His thrusts were slow, deep, patient at first—until you begged.

“Harder, Bob. Please. Don’t hold back.”

He shuddered. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I do,” you gasped. “I want all of you.”

His mouth crashed into yours, and the dam broke.

You swore the headboard cracked. The bed groaned beneath you. Your name was a prayer on his tongue, murmured between bruising kisses and gasped apologies he didn’t need to make.

Because you loved the marks. The ache. The secrecy.

The thrill of sneaking out of his room at 3AM, hair a mess, lips swollen. Of pretending nothing happened in the halls the next day. Of brushing fingers under the table during briefings, eyes meeting like a promise.

And in those moments—when no one else knew, when it was just you and him—you felt more his than ever.

You traced a bruise on your collarbone absently as you slipped out of his bed, one of his t-shirts falling to mid-thigh. You bit your lip to hide the satisfied smile. Bruised and adored. Just how you liked it.

The tower was still quiet as you crept back to your room to change, slipping into gym shorts and a hoodie for morning training. You paused once, catching your reflection in your bathroom mirror—faint marks painting your hips, the curve of your neck, the inside of your thigh.

Heat flushed through you at the memory. His hands gripping your waist. His voice—“You’re mine.”

You tugged the hoodie tighter and headed down to start training.

The gym was already humming with low music and the sound of punches hitting pads. Bucky was setting up on the mat, hoodie off, sweat darkening the collar of his black shirt. He gave you a quick nod when you walked in—his version of a good morning.

Bucky Barnes had been like a brother to you since day one. Not in the forced “everyone on a team is family” way—no, this was different. Real.

He was rough around the edges when you first joined the Thunderbolts, all tight-lipped commands and watchful eyes. Cold. Distance. Guarded. But something in you cracked through that hard soldier shell. Maybe it was how stubborn you were. How warm. Unafraid to rile him up, to poke the bear. Maybe it was how you asked too many questions. Or the way you always saved him a seat in the briefing room. Or how you reminded him—without meaning to—what it felt like to care about someone without it turning into war.

You sometimes reminded him of Steve.

He saw him in you. In the way you saw people. In how you never gave up on anyone, not even him. In the way you could smile even after a mission gone sideways and still say, "We're okay. We'll figure this shit out."

You were brave. Kind. Loyal.

You were the thing Steve used to fight for.

And Bucky—he didn’t say it, couldn’t say it—but he clung to that. To you. Because if someone like you could believe in him, then maybe there was still something worth saving inside him.

That’s why he called you “kid,” even though you weren’t.

That’s why he tossed you his hoodie when you were cold, sat beside you when you couldn’t sleep, and taught you how to break a man’s wrist with a flick of your body weight.

He watched over you in the field. Back-to-back in a firefight. A quiet hand on your shoulder after a tough mission. His voice, always steady, always low: “You’re alright. I’ve got you.”

He wasn’t your teammate. He wasn’t a friend.

He was your brother. Your family. Not by blood. But by bond. By choice.

And that made what happened next inevitable.

Because when he saw those bruises, the ground shifted underneath his feet. All he could see was someone hurting you. And he'd spent decades trying to protect people like you, people he cared about. He had lost Steve. He wasn't going to lose you.

“You’re late,” he said.

“Barely,” you said, grinning. “Try smiling once in a while.”

He rolled his eyes. “Try not tripping over your own feet.”

“Rude,” you said.

He tossed you a set of gloves. “Let’s go. Standard drills.”

You started slow. Footwork. Blocks. He moved easily, but watched your form like a hawk, correcting gently with a hand at your hip, your wrist, your shoulder.

“Looser on the right,” he murmured. “You’re tightening up too much, kiddo.”

“I’m fine.”

“Mm-hmm.” His tone was skeptical. “Take off the hoodie.”

You froze.

“It’s hot in here,” he added, too casually. “And you’re sweating like hell.”

“Bucky—”

“Off, Y/N.”

Shit.

You sighed, peeled it off, revealing the tank top beneath—and the faint, fresh constellation of bruises that peppered your collarbone and shoulders.

The moment the hoodie dropped to the mat, everything stopped.

Bucky’s whole body tensed.

His eyes locked on the marks. A slow, terrible realization crawling across his face like storm clouds. His voice was suddenly razor sharp.

He stopped breathing.

“What the fuck is that?”

You blinked, already knowing where this was going. “It’s nothing, Bucky.”

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice dropped, deadly quiet. “Who did this?”

“I said it’s nothing—”

His gaze narrowed. “Don’t bullshit me. Y/N, what is that?” He stepped forward, fingers brushing the side of your neck. His touch was soft, but his jaw was tight. “Who the fuck did this to you?”

“I—” You swallowed. “It’s fine, Bucky. It’s—just mosquito bites, that's all.”

“I'm not stupid. I know what bruises look like,” he snapped, his voice rising. “And those? They didn’t come from sparring.”

You stepped back. "Please don't do this."

“Do not follow me unless you’re gonna tell me the truth.”

And then he was storming down the hall, headed for the common room. Straight into the storm.

Because to him? This wasn’t just bruises.

It was his kid—his sister—hurt, marked, and silent about it.

And he’d tear down the whole damn team to protect you.

But of course, you followed him. You fumbled to put the hoodie back on, trying to catch up with Bucky.

You caught up to him just as he stormed into the common room, boots stomping accross the floor. You barely had time to catch your breath before all hell broke loose.

Bob was sprawled on the couch, legs stretched out, hoodie pulled halfway over his head, curls messy on his forehead. Yelena sat beside him eating chips straight from the bag, one boot resting on the coffee table. Walker was slumped on the other, flipping channels again and again.

"Just pick a damn channel already, jeez," Yelena scoffed.

"We have Netflix you know?" Bob chimed in softly.

The second Bucky entered, everyone looked up.

“Do you know who fucking did this to her?” Bucky barked, voice sharp enough to cut metal.

Yelena blinked, slow and unbothered. She raised one perfectly arched brow and held up her bag of chips. “Wow. Good morning to you too, soldier boy. Want a chip?”

Walker frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about this!” Bucky turned, grabbed your armg gently, always gently, and tugged the hoodie sleeve up to show the fading bruise near your wrist. “And that,” he pointed to your neck. “And that.”

“Bucky, please—” you tried, stepping in front of him, but he wasn’t hearing it.

“You better start talking,” he growled, pointing at each of them like they were suspects in a murder trial. “Because if one of you laid a hand on her—”

“Okay, this is very dramatic,” Yelena said, popping another chip in her mouth. “I love it. Are we in a movie right now? Because damn, the drama.”

“I’m being very fucking serious right now, Yelena.”

She shrugged. “Just trying to defuse the tension.”

“And you're not helping!”

“I know,” she said sweetly.

Bucky whirled on Walker next. “Was it you?”

Walker sat up straighter, blinking. “What? No! Jesus—”

“I swear—if you even looked at her wrong—”

“Oh, come on, man!” Walker snapped, tossing the remote on the couch. “I’m not suicidal.”

While Bucky and Walker bickered, Yelena turned to you slowly, her eyes cool but curious. Then—subtle as smoke—her gaze dropped to the bruises peeking from your hoodie, then flicked to Bob.

Bob hadn’t moved. But he was watching. His shoulders tense. His jaw clenched.

Yelena raised one perfectly arched brow. You saw the moment it clicked for her.

Of course she knew.

She wasn’t stupid. She’d seen the way you looked at each other during debriefs. The way you flushed when Bob’s fingers brushed yours in the kitchen. She’d definitely heard the sounds coming from your room last night—because, shocker, spies hear everything.

But she wasn’t going to rat you out to Bucky. No. She gave you the look—the look—tilting her head with the tiniest smirk like, girl, really? him? damn okay.

Then she turned back to her chips like none of this concerned her.

Meanwhile, Bucky was still in full interrogation mode.

“I will find out who did this,” he said, voice rising again. “And when I do—”

“You’re going to do what, Barnes?” Walker snapped back. “Ground us? You're not her dad.”

“I don’t have to be,” Bucky growled. “She’s family. I raised her on this goddamn team while you were still figuring out which way the bathroom was!”

“Oh my god,” Yelena said through a mouthful of chips, “this is better than anything on TV.”

You rubbed your hands down your face and slowly met Bob's eyes, just for a second.

It was enough.

He stood up. Violently. Almost knocking off the entire coffee table.

Yelena sat up straighter, chip bag rustling. "Oh, here we go."

Walker looked from Bob to Bucky, then back. “Wait. Wait wait wait—are we fighting now? In the middle of the living room? Are you guys serious?"

Bucky turned toward Bob, chest puffe like a feral bull. "Say something. I dare you."

“Enough!” Bob’s voice cracked like a whip across the room, thunderous, vibrating in the air like it came from somewhere deeper than his chest.

Yelena froze, chip halfway to her mouth. “Well, there goes the drywall.”

Bucky took one menacing step forward. “What did you say?”

Bob didn’t flinch. His voice was low. "It was me."

Dead. Silence.

Oh, fuck.

You could've heard a pin drop.

Yelena whispered, “Oh my god, I knew it.”

Walker blinked. “Hold the fuck on.” He gasped like he just found out Santa wasn’t real. “Wait—you two?! You’ve been doing it?”

“You?” Bucky spat, stepping forward. “You think that’s fucking funny?”

“No,” Bob said calm. Too calm.

And that snapped Bucky.

He lunged. “I’m going to kill you right now!”

“Bucky!” you shouted, throwing yourself between them just as Bucky’s fist came up.

You caught him mid-swing, grabbing his wrist, bracing your weight against him with everything you had.

“NO! No, no, no—Bucky, stop!” you yelled, pushing back on his chest, eyes wide.

Bob didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. His hands stayed at his sides, jaw set like he was ready to take it.

“You did this to her?” he hissed. “You put your hands on her?”

“I didn’t hurt her,” Bob bit out. “I’ve never laid a hand on her in anger—”

“You left bruises!” Bucky shouted, jabbing a finger toward Bob like he was issuing a death sentence. “You don’t get to decide what hurting her looks like! You don’t get to be the one who touches her and makes her lie to me about it!”

“Bucky, please,” you pleaded, voice breaking.

“I didn’t hurt her,” Bob snapped. “You think I don’t know what I’m capable of? I’ve been terrified of it since day one. Every time I touch her, I’m scared shitless I’ll lose control—but I don’t. Because I’d rather die than ever cross that line.”

Bucky’s jaw locked. “That’s not comforting.”

“She’s not a child, Bucky,” Bob bit out. “She knows what she wants."

"But she's my child, Bob! Mine," Bucky roared, voice cracking with something other than rage, like fear. "I've been protecting her since she joined this team. I've bled for her. I would take a bullet for her if it meant keeping her safe. You think you can just crawl into her bed—what? Expect me to shake your hand? Pat your back? You're fucking delusional."

"She's not yours to own!" Bob roared. "You don't get to decide who touches her, who loves her. She’s not some piece of property. She made a choice. I made my choice."

Bucky’s breathing was ragged, fists clenched so tight his knuckles went white. “She’s my family!" he hissed. "And you didn’t even have the balls to tell me.”

“I wanted to,” Bob snapped. “She told me you’d do this.”

“She was right!” Bucky barked, his eyes glossing over with betrayal. “Because I trusted you. You were supposed to be safe.”

“I am.” Bob’s voice dropped. “I love her. I’m careful with her. You know she bruises easily. Everyone knows it. I try. I always try. But she wanted it. She asked me to. I never forced her. I’d never do that to her.”

You stepped in closer, your hand sliding to Bucky’s chest. “He’s telling the truth.”

Bucky stared at you like he didn’t recognize you for a second. “You let him…”

“I wanted him,” you said simply. “And I still do.”

Walker stood up slowly, blinking like a deer in headlights. “Oh my god,” he muttered, running a hand down his face. “Is this… is this a thing? Like a regular thing? You two just… sneak around and… Jesus Christ, you two fuck?”

Yelena nearly choked on her chips.

She turned to him slowly, eyes wide with disbelief. “Walker. My guy. You live here. How have you not noticed?”

“I thought the noise was the pipes!” he said, flailing.

Yelena tilted her head. “You thought the pipes moaned her name at 2AM?”

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!”

She blinked. "Walker, if your pipes ever sound like that, you call an exorcist. Not maintenance."

He shook his head, exhaling hard. Then he looked at Bob, fury simmering low. “If you ever cross a line—if you so much as make her flinch or cry—I will end you. You break her heart, I break your face. Deal?”

“Deal,” Bob said without hesitation.

Bucky stared at Bob, his jaw ticking. But then his eyes shifted—back to you. Still tight with anger, but… softer now.

“You okay?”

You smiled—small, soft, but sure. “I promise,” you said. “I’m more than okay.”

You glanced back at Bob. He was still watching you like the room didn’t exist.

“He makes me happy, Buck.”

Bucky groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Goddammit.”

He yanked you into a hug, a little too tight, one arm slung around your neck like he was both scolding you and shielding you. You melted into it as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“I swear to God, Y/N,” he muttered, voice low in your ear, “if he hurts you, I’ll kill him myself.”

You chuckled against his chest. “I know you would.”

Bucky sighed and pulled back, plopping down onto the couch like the last ten minutes had aged him a decade. “And for the love of all that is holy—use protection.”

Yelena snorted next to him. “And do not fuck in the communal shower. Please. I beg you.”

Walker looked horrified. “Wait—have they?!”

You and Bob exchanged a look. He blushed. You smirked. Then you crossed the room, and without missing a beat, Bob reached out and pulled you into him. His arm slid over your shoulders like muscle memory, tucking you against his side with an ease that made everyone in the room groan. He looked down at you with that soft, dopey grin, like a damn teenager who just scored the girl of his dreams.

Yelena let out the loudest groan of all. “Oh my god, you’re disgusting. Look at you—so in love. Yuck!” She made a dramatic gagging noise. “This is vile. I feel violated.”

Bob chuckled.

Bucky didn’t even look. He just threw his head back. “Jesus Christ, please stop this. I can’t take it anymore.”

Yelena didn’t miss a beat. “Honestly, Buck? I’m surprised she can still walk after what I heard last night.”

Bob choked violently.

You burst into laughter, burying your face in his hoodie, muffling a wheeze.

Bob cleared his throat, red as a tomato. “Okay, wow.”

Bucky clapped his hands, hard. “OKAY! Great. That’s enough. Breakfast. Anyone?”

Walker, still pale, raised a hand. “I need alcohol.”

Bucky didn’t even hesitate. “You know what? Make it two. Double.”

Yelena leaned back, completely unbothered, tossing a chip in her mouth. “God, I love this team.”

And you? You looked around—at the chaos, the bickering, the laughter—and felt it settle deep in your chest.

You loved them too.

With all your heart.

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[tossawary]

I keep getting stuck on the logistical timelines of "The Princess Bride" because it's so fun to think about these things. I need to reread the book properly again and will probably do that soon to pick out what few comments are made about these background operational elements of the story.

Westley somehow managed to be JUST behind Buttercup and her kidnappers, so he probably witnessed SOME part of the kidnapping, perhaps an unconscious Buttercup being loaded onto the boat, but was too late to stop it. Or perhaps Westley came across the kidnapping even earlier, but felt unable to intervene when facing at the same time both a formidable giant AND a swordsman who has an expert look to him, as well as a third fellow who is clearly the boss and the schemer and may not hesitate to draw a knife on the hostage.

Westley is both very clever but also extremely reckless when it comes to Buttercup. If he had any time to confront the kidnappers, rather than seeing them just as they sailed off, I think he would have needed to spy on them enough to at least personally ascertain that it was just a kidnapping and not an immediate murder, giving him time to follow and ambush them later. Personally, I think Westley is mad as hell (unreasonably) at Buttercup at this point in time because he (has been through hell trying to get back and) doesn't yet understand why she's apparently moved on and is marrying their dickhead prince now, but he's also still madly in love with her and I think that he would act immediately (improvising like hell) if he thought her life was in imminent danger and had any opportunity to act.

I think that Westley has to have witnessed some part of the kidnapping because there's not really any other way to find out about it, except from spying on someone like Humperdinck or Rugen, but I don't get the vibe that Westley knew then that Humperdinck was the main threat to Buttercup's life and Movie!Westley clearly meets Rugen for the first time after fighting Inigo. (I don't think Fezzik or Inigo knew who had hired Vizzini either. They're clearly surprised by the murder part of the job. I can't remember how much Vizzini knew about Humperdinck's involvement either.) I think Westley would have probably made some bitchy comment about Humperdinck being a murderer to Buttercup when they were arguing.

So, Westley was probably not far behind Buttercup when she was kidnapped, perhaps planning to kidnap her himself for a dramatic confrontation and reunion when he happened across someone ELSE kidnapping the love of his life. Inconvenient! Infuriating!

And for THAT to happen, Westley was probably in the area beforehand, trying to figure out why Buttercup had apparently left the farm. Both Westley and Buttercup's kidnappers might have BEEN THERE in the crowd when Buttercup was presented as Humperdinck's future bride (going by the general series of events as depicted by the movie, rather than the book timeline with all of its princess lessons cut for time). Which is fun and heartbreaking to think about. In the crowd, a confused and furious Westley might have accidentally brushed up against a bored and daydrinking Inigo, and neither one of them would have made anything of it then.

Anyway, it would be funny if Westley managed to kidnap Buttercup first. Vizzini is very angry about his employer hiring a second team and not telling him about it - the professional disrespect! The prize being snatched from underneath HIS highly intellectual nose! Inconceivable! Humperdinck is probably also angry because HE wanted GUILDER framed for the murder, not for Buttercup to just vanish completely. He can just lie about everything, of course, but it's sooo inconvenient. Or else Humperdinck is angry because what do you MEAN the Dread Pirate Roberts is apparently involved and the Revenge has been seen nearby? That wasn't the plan! He has PLANS! And if Vizzini tries to meet up with and talk to his displeased employer about this at all, probably a secretive meeting without too many witnesses, it may quickly get VERY messy if Inigo Montoya and Count Rugen (either with Humperdinck for backup or sent on Humperdinck's behalf perhaps) end up in the same room at any point. Fezzik, who must know his friend's backstory by now, will presumably ultimately side with Inigo in a confrontation.

(This does raise the intriguing question of who exactly hired Vizzini. If Humperdinck didn't do it himself, and he may not have because he's a prince and a busy man as a warmonger, then it may have been Rugen. Or another trusted underling, but Rugen is the only underling we really know of in on the kidnapping and murder plot here. And if it WAS Rugen, then we can headcanon that Vizzini, who must also be very familiar with the revenge quest by now, presumably noticed the six fingers and simply decided NOT to tell Inigo because he's an asshole and didn't want to lose his personal expert swordsman. And in a Canon Divergence AU, it's all blowing up in his face!)

And meanwhile Westley and Buttercup are probably heatedly making out on a scenic isolated hillside somewhere.

[methoughtsphantom]

halfas are the found family trope foster child

they all adopt each other. it’s the reason Vlad wanted so badly to have Danny as his son and the reason Danny immediately went with sure you’re my cousin now with Dani. it’s a survival mechanism from being so very few of their species. Sooo, halfa!Jason except he sorta isn’t yet cause Jason’s core is extremely ruptured from the lack of ectoplasm involved in his forceful resurrection. So when Danny finds Jason in his catatonic state he can’t quite tell the dude’s been dead and remains some, just that the guy for some reason seems very friend-shaped. Danny doesn’t mind his friend is braindead, and is also a john doe, he gives familiar vibes and that’s apparently enough for Danny to constantly find himself in the hospital doing his engineering homework on the room with the guy, and talking for hours about the updates on the absolute clusterfuck of the city and how he was from a freaking ghost town and he can almost even draw comparisons. he blabbers about how he’s not homesick enough times to even corner himself to talk about a ghost lore many times and how he’s just finding himself a little more prone to violence and in constant pain since none of the people he has adopted as his family are here with him and he can’t consider a place a lair if there’s isn’t someone of his in it.

But Danny could never drag someone with him just because of some it, after all it was Danny’s choice to come to Gotham to collage and not stay where at least his parents (good parents Jack and Maddie) were in Amity.

Ironically, Danny essentially can’t feel that his core has been spoon feeding ectoplasm to Jason. As months go on, the little ball of energy builds in anticipation practically vibrating in the waiting pulse of something (Danny doesn’t know but more often than not has he found himself laughing in happy confusion. it weirds him out in a good way) It’s really that he’s feeling the slow healing process of his friend (brother brother brother) ‘s core.Imagine it’s just about to properly, correctly heal when canon strikes back and Jason gets snatched by League assassins. Danny is left feeling like his core got torned out. His core had spend months helping another’s only to feel the other’s imprint and to not be able to protect it in return is— forget it being an obsession; thats like having your newborn baby being ripped out of your arms. An all assuaging feeling of helplessness that is devastating. Danny just beginning to feel like home lair when out of nowhere the rug is swept under him. Danny suddenly struggling to not flunk all his classes and beat every single liminal that he can feel crossing paths with him to the ground. Danny suddenly having his chronic pain (that hadn’t been so bad lately) dialed up to the point that there are just bearable and bad days.

The worse thing is he doesn’t know why.

Jason had only been a guy.

…

It’s only a three weeks before Jazz tells him she accepted a job offer in Gotham.

(and the guilt only makes him feel worse when he can feel himself feel better because of it)

…

now

whimsical time skip ✨

Danny is now on his feet again and friends with a Wayne of your choice (or maybe they were friends a little before Jay dissapeared and it was badTM cause Waynes? liminal 🥲) Danny definitely didn’t enjoy snapping off to his friend like that. anyways it’s been a year since that and he and his friend are having a grand time playing civvies, uhh let’s say dick because I want them to meet while ice skating, Also Dick because he definitely turns a blind eye when Danny goes airborne for a second there yep. He’s just having too much fun.

anyways as alwaysTM Danny doesn’t clock celebrities and like why would he, Dick is just the random guy who’s was fast to turn Danny’s slow day in the ice ring into a competition one day and brighten when Danny matched up his puns. So he totally doesn’t get why the guy’s so gloomy one day, anyways as you can figure, it’s Jason’s deathday and Dick is a deprecating bean, Danny tries to cheer him up by having him remember his brother instead and Dick attempts to, but even skipping through some photos in his phone make his eyes burn.

It is because of that that he doesn’t notice Danny absolutely freeze up at the photo of his friend Jay (Jay because he’s a John Doe, but that’s just too impersonal and so the first letter is J *wink wink*)

Danny absolutely doesn’t know what to do with this information, barely catches himself from asking Dick how did his brother die. Most importantly when because Danny just saw Jay—Jason less than a year ago, and this somehow doesn’t feel too recent.

Annd that how we find Danny digging into the Wayne second son tragedy. Staring at the date of death while the knowledge that they met almost six months after burns his forefront of his mind. Danny spends a day going over all the questions running through his mind over how the fuck he couldn’t sense Jay was a ghost—err was… in past tense?? what the fuck?? Danny would really like a refund on his ghost sense.

Anyways Danny goes check out the grave (now that he knows there is one) and boom although intangible he somehow triggers those shitty ass sensors/alarms that somehow didn’t go off when jason was literally digging himself out.

Obviously the bats get in the case immediately. And boy are they absolutely enraged that someone would steal Jason’s body.

[amorienomore]

authors note: yk i had to do the rest, so without further ado…

babydaddy!jjk headcanons because i couldn’t get nanami’s out of my head (𖦹ᯅ𖦹)

babydaddy!gojo

ᥫ᭡. you’re co-parenting with the most unserious man alive.

ᥫ᭡. he lets your kid stay up late, eat sweets for breakfast, and teaches them how to prank you. when you call to yell at him, he just laughs and says, “lighten up, sweets.”

ᥫ᭡. he’s also the dad who shows up to every school event, takes a million pictures, and brags about your kid to literally everyone.

ᥫ᭡. still hopelessly in love with you. will dramatically sigh and say, “we could be a family again, y’know” at least once a week.

babydaddy!geto

ᥫ᭡. was the fun, cool dad until he disappeared. you quite frankly don’t hear from him for a while, and then suddenly he’s back, all mysterious, like, “i had things to handle.” like sir, we have a child together (+ mimi and nana)

ᥫ᭡. your kid is a mama’s baby because geto was gone sooo long, and now he’s highkey lowkey jealous.

ᥫ᭡. makes up for lost time by being ridiculously attentive. picks them up, twirls them around, takes them on little adventures.

ᥫ᭡. “i missed so much. but i’ll never miss another thing again.” (and somehow, that promise includes you, too.)

babydaddy!ijichi

ᥫ᭡. the most nervous first-time dad. he read every parenting book, watched every video, and yet still panics when the baby cries.

ᥫ᭡. the type to say, “i don’t want to be a burden..” when he’s literally the most reliable of them all.

ᥫ᭡. is definitely still into you but would never say it. too respectful. too scared.

ᥫ᭡. your kid draws a picture of the three of you together, and he gets all emotional.

babydaddy!toji

ᥫ᭡. bare minimum parenting king.

ᥫ᭡.“why would i buy milk when you have a whole factory on your chest?”

ᥫ᭡. teaches your kid questionable survival skills, like how to climb out of any situation and the fastest way to steal food from a convenience store.

ᥫ᭡. surprisingly very soft when your kid hugs him out of nowhere. won’t show it, but you catch the way he holds on just a bit longer.

ᥫ᭡. loves you but he won’t beg.

ᥫ᭡. oh he’s definitely the dad that forces your kid to act younger than they are at restaurants

babydaddy!shiu

ᥫ᭡. acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s actually super involved.

ᥫ᭡. your kid is dressed in the freshest of fits because he refuses to let them look sloppy.

ᥫ᭡. shows up unannounced at your place like, “i came to see our kid, do i really need your permission?” but stays to fix things around the house.

ᥫ᭡. makes sure not to smoke infront of your kid.

ᥫ᭡. “you need anything?” sounds casual, but there’s some hidden meaning behind that question.

babydaddy!choso

ᥫ᭡. the sweetest, most protective father. your kid is basically glued to his hip.

ᥫ᭡. hates conflict. will do anything to keep the peace between you two because “the baby needs a calm environment.”

ᥫ᭡. hand-makes gifts for your kid, like cute little beaded bracelets and tiny scarves.

ᥫ᭡. it goes without saying, that he deeply misses being a family.

babydaddy!sukuna

ᥫ᭡. the deadbeat that somehow still has his kid obsessed with him.

ᥫ᭡. disappears for months, then randomly shows up with an expensive gift like, “what, you think i’d forget my own spawn?”

ᥫ᭡. lowkey jealous when your kid loves you more.

ᥫ᭡. gets surprisingly defensive when you call him a bad father. “i might not be perfect, but i’m trying dammit.”

ᥫ᭡. you’d have to be the one to get your family back together because he damn sure isn’t.

[kari-sims]

Tomiko Moriyama (she/they) as my entry for the Total Drama Sims season 3 by @jonquilyst!! (thanks for letting me participate <3)

also huge wall of slightly amusing text below the cut (you've been warned!) cause i was caffeinated and ended up having some fun with this ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

👩 Age: 14 🪐 Lives in: Strangerville 🐛 Goals in life: to open a bug museum 💖 Orientation: thinks girls are cute, but doesn't want to waste their short teen years chasing them around (that's what the 20's are for!) 🎶 Hidden talent: encyclopedic knowledge of kpop girl group's songs and dances 🥇 Honorable titles: -> 'Mighty Collector of the Fun Hats' -> 'Prestigious Ambassador' at the ''International Bug Diplomacy Federation'' (only actual human member, but it'll grow, just wait!) 👍Likes: iridescent beetles / cut rock hard candy / slippery mud you can draw on / putting googly eyes on random things 👎 Dislikes: homework / cleaning things that'll get dirty again / humans evil bug killing inventions (unless it's a laser shooting death ray gun for mosquitoes, cause yeah, even a bug loving girl hates those bastards!)

[RECORD 434, another sunny day in strange Strangerville]

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(sound of someone clearing their throat, followed by what's obviously a kid trying to speak in an exaggerated deep voice)

Tomiko: "Tomiko is a girl who didn't need a home with walls or windows - the roof to her 'home' has always been the sky above." (pauses, mutters to themselves) Ooh that's a good one! Wait, people will think i live in the woods, no? Wouldn't that be the dream…

(moment of silence as Tomiko daydreams, then remembers she just started recording)

"Tomiko doesn't have many friends, because she was destined to be a free-spirited loner. With the exception of Clarisse, a girl who dreams ofbecoming a marine biologist. Clarisse was made fun of by strangers on a dumb internet show she went to one day, all because she wanted to win the money and go on a trip to Sulani. Now everyone calls her the 'Dolphin Girl'. After Tomiko decided to console her at lunch in school, both of them ended up bonding over their crazy obssession with nature. They've been inseparable friends ever since."

(another pause, followed by an audible sigh)

"Well, they were inseparable, until Tomiko moved away. Now Clarisse is being weird for no reason... anyways, where was i?

(forgets why they went on a Clarisse tangent and starts to fumble with their unorganized notes)

"Oh yes, destined to be a free-spirited loner, ya-da ya-da. Unfortunately, Tomiko was forced to live in a boring house made of bricks, with white furniture, and a mom who was always mad about her muddy boots on the carpet."

(voice shifts to mimic the mom's screech)

- I'm not gonna raise a savage wild child! Since you love dirt so much, go live with your bum of a father in that Strangerplace world, or whatever it's called.

"Best thing to ever happen to me!" (voice switches to normal accidentally, then goes back to the fake deep one) - I mean - best thing to ever happen to Tomiko! Even though her dad looks kinda weird lately, walking around aimlessly at night in search of his mother. Classic dad, being a weirdo. No idea how this man got married..."

- Dad, I told you grandma still lives in Willow Creek. Why do you think she's in the middle of the desert? Also, she wouldn't be caught dead wasting away her fabulous heels in this god-forsaken place.

"Tomiko pretends she doesn't see it, because now she can do whatever she wants, why complicate things? The only problem is, there isn't much to do in Strangerville with the infection rumors going on, and all the damn sus soldiers. Also, the taste of travelling for the first time has left her wanting to see more. Imagine all the bugs she could find?! But you need money for that, sooo… what to do, what to do…"

(voice returns to normal, a bit defensive)

"Okay, fine, I'm the one recording this… (sighs) I know what you're thinking - "just steal from your dad!". Seriously, who do you think I am? Anyways, I did something else instead. I heard there's this competition with other teens where you get to travel the world, and guess what? I signed up for it! Without my parents knowing, of course, but that is irrelevant. They won't even notice I'm gone, I fear. I just hope the organizers don't ask for their permission, because Clarisse was the one who knew how to fake signatures, but now she's hanging out with other kids at school, and thinks she's better than me."

(inhales, then proceeds to speak loudly at a wall, probably)

"Like... Nina? The enemy? Be so for real right now Clarisse! My life is just grand without you! I'll get to travel the world and educate people on how bugs are friends, and definitely NOT disgusting or too dangerous! Well, most times. I'll also prove that even if you're a weird bug loving kid like me, you can still have a chance at a game that requires you to make friends. It'll be eaaasy! In a few weeks I'll be like, Clarisse who? Hahah!"

(brief pause on their flex-rant, which is totally NOT a defense mechanism because she's hurt by them growing apart. They return, slightly worried)

"Do you think I can die in there? Cause gosh, let's hope not! Imagine going on an adventure of a lifetime and not being able to tell people about your heroic deeds... that'd be so lame! Anyways, I'll see you when I see you, whoever is listening to this… Tomi out!"

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[RECORD ENDS]

wow if you're still here, thanks for reading, you wonderful bean! here, have a cute snail

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[superfallingstars]

Jily circa 1977, for @moonstainn's marauders era 70s outfit challenge! I had sooo much fun with this - I think this is the first time that James has made an appearance on this account, and I actually based his shirt and jacket on a photo of my dad in the 70s, which was super fun. Love a contrast stitching moment!

The other reason this was so fun is that I'm like one of those annoying historical fashion people but only for like, the 70s thru 90s, lol. I think late 70s fashion can sometimes get lost in the shuffle between the groovy early 70s and the neon 80s, so I really wanted to showcase it here, since that's the era in which James and Lily come of age. From what I've seen, late 70s fashion is less bell bottoms and fringe, and more cuffed jeans, knee-high boots, and furry jackets with big shoulders (perhaps a precursor to the shoulder pads of the 80s...?).

I can't resist rambling on about this, but I'll do everyone a favor and put it (as well as all of my references/inspo!) under the cut:

These are street style pics from 1977 London, taken by Derek Ridgers, and they're such a big influence on how I imagine Lily. You can see that the styles are starting to shift from the hippie fashion of the late 60s/early 70s – at this point there were a lot of these huge fuzzy jackets, cowl neck sweaters, layered zip-ups, and knee-high boots under midi skirts.

A few photos of some women whose fashion specifically inspired me for this drawing. The top row is all Kate Bush – there are a ton of photos of her from around this time and she looks quite similar to how I imagine Lily – and she rocks those tall boots (+ midi skirt combo). The bottom row is Isabelle Huppert (who I have considered as a time-accurate Lily fancast lol, although I'm uncertain of the exact dates of these photos). Her jacket in the first pic definitely inspired me for Lily, and I don't think I've ever seen someone look so cool in a scarf before...!

The other big trend I noticed (from looking through a million pictures of bands I like from this time) is the proliferation of cuffed jeans! What was up with these giant cuffs? Once I started looking for them, I noticed them everywhere. Tbh they're a nice way to add a fun little extra detail to a character's outfit. And I must mention that in the second photo (featuring the Buzzcocks), the guy on the right (John Maher) is pretty much EXACTLY how I imagine James to look. There's like no other pictures of him in those glasses tho! So unfortunate.

Anyway! I adore 70s fashion, and even though there are definitely similarities throughout the whole decade, late 70s fashion has its own unique trends that I hoped to bring some attention to here. Especially because it's basically the golden age for Marauders fans lol. Of course this is not comprehensive (far from it!), but I wanted to share my thoughts, and I hope it was at least a little informative or inspiring. Thanks if you made it this far through my rambles :-)

[deadhands69]

Harder, Softer, Harder

MDNI

Dabi x gn/afab Reader

Dabi helps after you're hit with a sex quirk Contains: consensual sex/non consensual situation I wanted to keep these as consistent to the same story as possible, hence Dabi leaving with two girls even if this one is written as more canon/slightly broken introverted Dabi. (I’m still amused by the idea of him being an absolute slut in the Shigaraki fic though.) Typically, I don’t assign jobs/quirks to the reader unless it’s relevant to the story. This isn’t a crucial part of the plot but a record store reader seemed like so much fun. After seeing High Fidelity too young to understand it, all I got out of that movie was that I wanted to work in a record store when I was older. For obvious reasons, my mom laughed at me and I never ended up with that job. But it seems sooo cooollll. So, record store reader. Maybe you’re there full time or just work there part time for fun or something. [wc: 2.2k]

This is part of an ongoing series: shigaraki version - bakugo version

It was supposed to be a quiet night. The wind lightly blew warm summer air over your skin as you walked through the shopping district with one of your best friends. You were leaving a small cafe and planned to visit a few shops next. Everything would have been fine, if not for - 

A sudden commotion draws your attention to the sidewalk as you’re walking out the door. Out of nowhere, you can’t see. Everything is dark and you would almost assume it’s in your head if not for the screaming and shoving surrounding you. Instinctively, you and your friend grab each other, ducking to the ground in an effort to find clear air. Ten seconds feels like an eternity but just as quickly as it came on, the darkness dissipates. 

A man rolls off the sidewalk in front of you and you immediately know it was him. Having never seen his face before, you connect the dots: he’s the sex quirk villain that's been all over the news lately. He has to be. He has the face of someone you’d imagine looking through the window of a locker room. He winks at you before running across the street towards some dumpsters in front of an alleyway. That brief interaction makes you sick to your stomach.

Sick isn’t all you feel.

Your insides twist in a familiar way, aching. Empty.

Fuck.

Before you can dwell on it, a familiar figure in the crowd catches your eye.

His hoodie blocks most of his face, but you’d recognize those eyes anywhere.

“Dab-” you begin to shout before he cuts you off.

“Hey, quiet,” he looks around, “I gave you that name in confidence. Not to yell in public.” His eyes continue shifting, but he sees that no one notices him in the chaos. 

“You doing alright?” he asks.

“We’re… fine,” you reply, “both of us got hit with that quirk though.” 

You stare up at him expectantly. He does know what that villain's quirk does, right?

“Your friend here have anywhere to go?”

“Yeah, she needs to get to her boyfriend’s apartment.” 

“Alright,” he says in a gravelly voice, putting an arm around each of you, “let’s get out of here before heroes anyone else shows up. Lead the way.”

The walk drags on forever, for how short it seemed earlier in the night. You can’t help but notice how much warmer Dabi feels against your body. It’s like every part of you is drawn to him. He only has an arm around you but you can’t help but want more. 

He follows the directions you give to get your friend to her destination. Her boyfriend is already waiting outside the building to take her in. Once you see that she’s safely taken care of, your mind begins to wonder. Dabi never said he’d help you, he’s just escorting you…somewhere?

“Where to next?” you ask.

“Don’t you need to…” he trails off, his intense eyes looking you up and down.

“Yeah,” you answer, trying to hide how flustered you are by quickly turning the direction of your own living space. 

He follows.

Honestly, you don’t know him all that well. You know his name is Dabi (or Touya, as he sometimes changes it up when putting in special orders) and he’s the cute regular at your work. You could list all of his favorite songs, but you have no clue where he lives. What he does throughout the day. 

Fortunately, you don’t live far. 

Unfortunately, it’s proving to be the longest four blocks you’ve ever walked in your life. With every step, you notice the way your pants brush against you. Turning you on even more than you thought possible for such a mundane situation. It doesn’t help having a hot guy close. And god, you can’t stop staring at him.

 Of course you always found him attractive, but today he’s irresistible. There’s something sweet in the way he smiles. How he looks at you like you’re the only person alive. The way he casually moves through the world as if he's unaware of how insanely attractive he is. It's effortless.

Dabi takes your arm, wrapping it around his to make sure you don’t lose your balance in the street. You look woozy, he’s decided.

The first time you ever talked to him, he was looking for a specific album, which happened to be your favorite band/musician. The two of you talked for half an hour about music before you offered to order the record for him to pick up later. Since then, he’s come in once a week like clockwork to look at the new arrivals and talk about music. Lately, he’d been bringing you coffees after you yawned once at work. When you brought it up, he brushed it off like it was no big deal and never spoke of it again.

All green flags so far though. He seems sweet so you don’t have many apprehensions about bringing him home with you. Besides, he’s your best option and you’ve secretly wanted this for a while anyways.

Before you know it, you’re walking through the door to your own home. Work crush in tow.

Good thing you cleaned up a bit earlier today.

“I like the space,” he says, as you hang your keys by the door.

“Thanks,” you reply awkwardly. It’s nice enough, you think to yourself. Not really noteworthy. He must just be making conversation. 

For how much you couldn’t keep your eyes off him and how painfully turned on you are, seeing him in your living room is still, well, nerve wracking. He seems too beautiful to actually be here, yet there he is. Staring at you with his hands in his pockets. Wearing a slight smirk while he waits for you to invite him into your bedroom. Or your couch.

Deep breath, he knows why he’s here.

“So,” he starts while walking closer to you, stopping less than a foot away. “Still feeling fine?”

Nope. Your face is flushed and you’re overwhelmed.

He knows that too, he can tell by the way you squeeze your legs together. How your breathing is different than usual. But he’s not just going to come out and say it. You never really asked for his help, as much as he’s willing to give it. He can be confident, to a point. But he’s waiting for you to approach him.

The coffee. Showing up every week, specifically during your shift. His arm around you while you walked here. Standing closer than friends typically do, but not fully closing the distance.

He’ll bring himself to you, knowing exactly what you need, but you’ll have to be the one to reach out for him if that’s what you want.

And you do.

You want him.

So, you reach for him.

He’s so close already, his face just above yours as he looks down at you. Gently, you run your fingers up his neck. 

He freezes at the touch.

It's what he wants, really. He’s been waiting for this moment since he walked into the record store and met you. But comfort is a feeling he can’t quite place. Your hand softly caressing over his jaw.  He can’t feel much on the scarred area, but it’s the meaning behind it that counts. He doesn't hate it, it's just a lot at once.

“Are you okay with this?” you ask, his face still blank as he stares at you. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“Yeah, I’m fine” he smiles, shaking himself out of it, “can’t feel anything there anymore.”

“Oh,” your fingers trail over the soft skin of his cheek down to his upper lip, “how about here?”

“Yeah, that I can feel.”

You can’t help yourself, you have to ask…

“What about…” your eyes shift down.

“You trying to find out?” he laughs.

“I mean, you did come home with me after I got hit by a sex quirk.”

“Yeah, yeah," he rolls his eyes. "Come on. Which room is you?”

Since you met Dabi, you've dreamed of this. You could never have imagined it happening in real life, but it's finally happening. You haven't even had time to celebrate touching him, now he's in your room. Hands on your hips, guiding you to the bed. Pushing you playfully onto the mattress before climbing on top of you. He leans in closer, nose brushing against yours. You take it upon yourself to close the space between the two of you. Bringing your lips to his, focusing mostly on the parts you know he can feel.

He tenses, but kisses you back. It's interesting watching his typical nonchalance crack away. 

He continues kissing you, slightly awkwardly. Pausing slightly whenever your touch becomes too affectionate. He’s loosening up though.

His warm hands slide up your shirt, resting against your ribs. Occasionally squeezing as he becomes more comfortable with the closeness. Eventually, he takes your shirt off entirely. 

You do the same, pulling his hoodie off to grip his t-shirt underneath.

At this point, you’re so horny it’s painful and kissing him is only making it worse. In desperation, you grab his hips and slam them into you hard for any relief. 

His eyes light up. 

This, he can understand. He's comfortable with roughness. It's not like he spends every night fucking his hand thinking about it, but when he does he imagines it more like this. 

“Like that, [y/n]?” he huffs teasingly, pounding down into you, harder than you'd managed to earlier. 

You only manage to gasp in response. 

It’s like you opened Pandora’s box, giving him permission to live out his fantasy. This sparks his confidence again.

He pulls your bra strap down, flicking his tongue over your nipple. Eye contact never wavering while you melt into a puddle beneath him.

“Dabi, fuck,” you moan at his touch. 

The pressure in your gut builds as he continues to rub against you. Both of your pants begin feeling increasingly in the way. You yank his belt undone, shoving his tight jeans down with it. His dick springs forward, tenting his underwear. 

Looks like you’re not the only horny one. 

“Like what you see?” his husky voice asks. He sounds self-assured, but based on everything else you’ve seen this evening you know there’s a bit of a question in there.

“Mhmmm,” you reach out to grasp him through the fabric. 

Continuing to follow your lead, he pulls your pants off as well. Tossing them to the floor of your bedroom. His hand is softer than you expected when he slides into your underwear. Rubbing intensely against your clit while he kisses you deeply. You’re about to pull the last of his clothes off when his other hand grabs your wrists to pin them above your head. 

Everything in you wants as much of him as possible. 

“Need you to fuck me,” you whine into his ear.

He smirks, pulling his dick out himself. It’s thick. Making you wonder how you’d never noticed it before in the tight pants he wears. How does he hide that?

Without letting go of your wrists, he lines himself up with one hand. Rubbing his tip between your lips before pressing into you. He’s certainly not being gentle, but you can tell he’s holding back.

He pauses.

Wide eyed, for a moment he looks more surprised than you that this is happening. Regaining composure, he begins to move his hips. 

It’s everything you’ve needed all evening and then some.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so good,” he groans down at you. 

Some combination of the heat building in you all night, the stretch of him, and his praising voice sends you over the edge. You’ve never cum so fast in your life but there’s a first for everything. Dabi looks pleased with himself.

He fucks you hard through your orgasm. Pressing your hands into the bed. Your head is spinning as the quirk wears off; you feel detached from everything but him. His eyes are nearly glowing as they stare down into yours.

His hands loosen around your wrists, sliding away from your arms onto the bed. You find yourself chasing them, slipping your fingers between his. His movements stiffen and he glances away. 

It’s interesting. He had no apprehensions around burying his dick in you but holding hands makes him nervous.  

You’ll save that one for another day.

Instead, you run your fingers over his arms. Feeling the smooth scars as you make your way to his shoulders. His movements become less constrained. He fucks into you hard and smooth, building the heat in your body once more.

Your pleasure crashes over you like a wave again, leaving you gasping while you grip his white t-shirt. Pulling him into you. Your hips angling to bring him as close as possible while you feel yourself squeeze around him.

“You feel amazing,” you whisper in his ear, “you’re so fucking perfect.”

At that, he can’t hold back any longer. 

His breathing becomes more erratic. Hips slamming harder into you until he gives one final thrust, filling you with cum. Head drooping as he groans into your neck.

You run your hands through his hair, letting him relax while you both catch your breath. 

The neck of his shirt hangs loosely over his shoulder, oops. You can’t help but kiss the area above his collar bone sweetly. Even if you know he can barely feel it. He tenses and you realize it was too much, pulling away.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers.

m.list

[bitchimasnakeagain-sss]

☆ newest addiction!

— a haikyuu fanfic // where keishin ukai had a bad, bad habit but you find a way to make him quit. however, seems like the universe is not on your side.

synopsis: keishin ukai smoked more cigs a day than you could count on your two hands. being an everloving childhood friend with no ulterior motives whatsoever, you decide to help him quit. however, the road to success is hard. it has tons of... cockblockers. pairing: afab!reader x keishin ukai wc: 8.3k (BUT FUNNY OKJY? THIS IS FUNNY I PROMISE!) cw: CHILDHOOD FRIENDS. THEMES OF ADULTHOOD. ADDICTION (though highly fictionalized so plz don't come for me). SOOO MUCH COCKBLOCKING. THESE PEOPLE JUST CANNOT FUCK :) They're both DUMB. mutual dumbness. friends to lovers. friends with benefits arrangement. everyone knows they like each other EXCEPT THEM. happy ending. nsfw includes: making out. semi-public sex. slight voyeurism. cunnilingus. multiple orgasms. penetration. doin' it raw. simps. yearning. idk ig that's it.

the day of.

your feet dangled off the terrace of the sakanoshita mart. the cold air passed through your flimsy cardigan and goosebumps littered your skin. as a result you pressed down on your arm, wrapping your hands around yourself to find some solace in a chill of the night.

sighing, you raked the view in front of the mart. the urban streets met rural farms, with houses littered not too far away. the streetlight flickered momentarily, the moths dancing under it in the artificial light.

you smelled the scent of nicotine before you even heard ukai walk closer. as his heavy footsteps drew towards you, you purposely coughed louder, drawing your palm over your nose and mouth. you heard the man sigh miserably as he came to settle down beside you.

"oh, bullshit." keishin ukai rasped, still exhaling the smoke out of his pretty lips and into the night air. he dangled his feet off the terrace too, matching your position. his head was tilted upwards, tired eyes regarding the night sky as he went on, "no need to be coughing 'n shit. i get it, smoking's bad."

you brought your palm down slowly, still scrunching your nose at the smell of cigarette burning through your nostril. you inhaled quickly, drawing your features into a look of concern, "it would have been bad enough if it were one or two cigs a day but with you... it's usually one or two packs a day."

"oh, yeah?" he gave you a lopsided grin, "you try coaching a high school volleyball team. those teenagers give me hell."

you rolled your eyes at his words, "well, soon enough you'd find yourself in hell with the way you're blowing through these cigarettes."

he shrugged, his response delayed as he inhaled in copious amounts of smoke through his mouth. his eyes scanned your face and then, the surroundings. as he finally exhaled, he admitted into the cool air, "well, i'm here for a good time, not a long one."

"and this is fun?"

"mhm."

the silence drew over you two like an old, worn blanket. it was familiar — comfortable, even. you looked down at the town under you, with it being eleven at night, nobody was out right now. ukai had shut down the mart and you two found yourselves on the terrace, sitting at the very spot that you always had over the course of many years. you two had experienced this place a multitude of times — back to your middle school days, long before you two were a pair of confused adults trying to navigate your late twenties. you had sat on the same spot through high school to when you two saw each-other the last time before parting ways for college.

ukai exhaled at your silence. his voice was sheepish — vulnerable. "sorry. y'know i've tried to quit... before. it just never-" a sigh cut him off, "when you went off to college, i always thought that... by the time you came back—"

your eyes found his face, a genuine question on your lips, "you thought I'd come back?"

of course, it was not meant to be a loaded question. you were just curious because you, yourself, never thought you'd be travelling back to your native place. you thought you'd live in the city, continue having a job there... and well, eventually find a new man to settle down with. all of that probably would have been true, had it not been for the family emergency that had you quit your job to move back here. all of this was unexpected. seeing him again was unexpected. sitting on this spot on his terrace was unexpected. maybe that's why ukai's statement felt compelling to listen to.

"wh—no!" ukai's face grew paler at your enquiry. he defended himself, "not like i was hoping you'd be back or something! i just thought it we ever met for a reunion or something—"

you cut him off again, finding some flickers of amusement at the way his demeanor disheveled, "if we met, what is it you planned to do?"

"nothing." he mumbled, as you were suddenly reminded of the scrawny, buzz-cut eighteen year old boy in the body of an older, well-built adult. he grew unsure of his words, "i don't know... thought i'll be a nicotine-free bastard by then."

"how long did you think it'll take for us to reunite?" you laughed, throwing your head back at his statement, "cause you'd be damn near on your death bed by the time you quit."

"yeah, yeah. whatever. i thought wrong." he dismissed you with a long drag of his cigarette. the silence lingered. you sat quietly. you knew there was more to his statement that he allowed himself to say.

but what could ukai even say? perhaps, he thought he'd be more than just a part-time store owner, part-time coach to a highschool volleyball team by the time he saw you again. he thought he'd have something to be proud of by the time he saw you again. now, though? he was barely holding himself up, and he had a nicotine dependence. great. definitely not the position he wanted to be in when he saw you next.

you shattered all those thoughts lingering in his head, though. your voice was soft, "it's alright, keishin. everyone has skewed expectations from life, right? i mean i thought i'd be in tokyo, working in a big-ass company with a great boyfriend by now. instead, i'm here." you winced slightly at the end. at the crack of your voice, he tsked, "god, i forgot how much you hate this place."

you blinked at his words. ready to defend yourself, you felt your body inch closer towards him. the warmth of his body lit your cold skin. you held your ground. "i don't hate this place. it has memories... and people i tolerate." tilting your head towards him, you gave the blonde a small smile.

"right..." he breathed in slowly at your action, as if taken aback by the sudden gesture of appreciation, and the sudden closeness.

you laughed at his dumbfound state, pulling yourself back to your old position. "i just nag you cause i know you'd die by the time you're forty. and you'd probably take me down, killing me with all of this second-hand smoke."

"jeez." the man scrunched his masculine features into a jagged laugh. "so much for being childhood friends, huh? i thought you were looking out for me."

the sultry muscle of his tongue came to lick his bottom lip and your eyes went down to the glistening pair. you felt your eyes transfix at his lips, watching intently as he brought the cig to them and inhaled it yet again.

oh, whatever you were thinking was sooo wrong. so, so wrong. he was your friend! your childhood friend! but... your life was already down in the dumps. you were back in your hometown with no job, and a troubled situation back home... was it so wrong to indulge in a fantasy? a reckless, stupid fantasy... but a fantasy nonetheless.

"say, keishin..." your words were soft, easily lost between the winds. you paused, and ukai raised an eyebrow at you, still speaking with a cig tucked between his lips, "hm, what?"

your hand reached over to his mouth. picking off the half-smoked cig, you held it in your fingers for the barest fraction of a second before tossing it to the ground under.

ukai's eyes widened, body lurching forward as if he could catch the cigarette mid-air if he tried hard enough. he looked back at you, peeved, "those things cost money y'know—?"

your words were slow, ghost-like, "what if i help you quit?"

his face fell, "wh- huh? it won't work. i told you. i've tried to before—"

"i'll be around for a while, atleast." placing your palms against his cheeks, you drew the man in till his lips pressed against yours in a chaste peck. you heard a whimper cross his lips, his eyes blown wide as he felt you slot your lips against yours. but the moment lasted a lot shorter than his shock did.

you pulled back almost immediately. your cheeks were tinted red, hands shaking at your own prospect. you met his eyes, then his lips — the ones that you just kissed — and then back to his eyes.

"next time you get the itch for a smoke..." you paused, "come to me instead."

ukai blinked at your words. he was frozen in the state you had left him. when his senses returned to his blushing self, the first thing he did was laugh — a loud guffaw.

your confidence at your prospect waivered. you blinked, "wh-what?"

"you kissed me?!" he laughed, the crows feet at the edge of his eyes deepening at the action. warmth rose to your cheeks, your eyes fluttering down to your lap. "forget it! it-it was a stupid idea... i was just trying to help—"

a warm, rugged palm came to pull at your chin. the blonde pulled you by your face to come closer to him. his lips ghosted over yours, voice desolate, "well, i'm craving a smoke real bad right now."

huh?! was keishin ukai entertaining your stupid idea?! no way!

"well, you know..." you maintained the hairsbreadth of difference, not letting him close the gap. "i hate the smell of cigs." pushing him back, you gave him an innocent smile, "okay, then! next time I see you, you better not smell of cigs! hope you really quit this time."

keishin ukai got no time to comprehend your words — with you already swinging off your legs and walking off the terrace. his hoarse voice called after you, erratic gaze only able to see your turned back, "wh-wait! you're leaving?!"

"uh-huh. see ya tomorrow!" you didn't bother turning back, "let's hope you try to resist those death sticks!"

━━━━━☆⭒

one day later.

the knocks on your family home were rampant. again, and again, and again and then, as you opened it, you found ukai at the door.

"k-kei?" your brows furrowed as you stepped out. looking around, you asked, "shouldn't you be at school right now—?"

"smoke break." he quickly answered. "i haven't had one all day long and i- i... i feel like I'm gonna go insane if I don't have atleast one."

you cocked an eyebrow, halfway confused by his words. "huh? smoke break—?"

"don't you remember what you said..." his voice grew weak, body jittery, "yesterday?"

"oh?" your eyes widened, "oh?! you haven't had any today?"

"not yet." he nodded in agreement, "but if you don't... help me out... i feel like i am gonna have no choice."

you fleetingly glanced back at your house. you were alone, for your mother had gone to the market to get groceries. looking around once more — both inside your house and outside the street to look for nosy neighbors, you tugged the man in through the door. "come in."

you warned him, "but we gotta be quick. mom's gonna be back any minute now."

"yeah, okay." he nodded at the simple instruction, "i just need a peck or two. i'm gonna be fine—"

well, you two certainly hadn't stopped at 'a peck or two.'

'cause next you knew, you were plastered against keishin ukai's lap, kissing each other sloppily. your clothed pelvis circled over his, your mouth drowned his. ukai ran his broad palms over your back, his eyes closed as he felt your tongue dance against his. it was true, you had realized as you had stuck your tongue down his throat — he hadn't had a smoke. if anything, he tasted of the cheap gum he sold at his store.

bringing your hand up to his hair, you tugged at the blonde locks and groaned, "fuck, kei. what's got you this... needy?" you laughed as he kissed the edge of your mouth, and then your chin and jaw — unable to hold himself off.

"mmph— nationals are close," he mumbled against your soft skin. "stress level's real high. gotta get my fix in."

he didn't allow for you to ask any other question, or even think anything else for that matter. no sooner was he done talking that his lecherous mouth was back on yours. a rough palm made it's way to your chest, pressing down on the swell of fat slowly. you pressed your chest harder against his palm, moaning at the simulation his rough touches painted you with, "shit. kei."

"yeah, yeah. keep sayin' my name like that." he pinched the peak of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, coaxing more profanities out of your pretty lips.

both of you were spilling nonsensical babbles into each other's mouth, touching each other desperately with all of your clothes still on. keishin had barely slithered a hand under your tee when you heard the gate slide open and you mother yell, "I'M HOME!"

both of you panicked — acting like sixteen year olds caught doing something illegal rather than two hormonal, horny adults who had been making out in your ancestral home for a sinfully long time. well, when i say it like that, it certainly just sounds like you two were a pair of sixteen year olds having their first kiss and getting caught.

as you heard your mother's soft footing come closer and closer to the living room, you scrambled off of ukai. you imagined that if someone were to record you in this moment, you would resemble a tarantula rather than a person. as soon as you got some reasonable distance between you two, you pet down your hair and pulled the hem of your t-shirt down. you further crawled against the floor to gain some distance from the man.

the blonde man was in no better state. he was the one who practically shoved you off of him as he frantically wiped the dribble of saliva from his lips and jaw, even more frantically searching for some sort of blanket or pillow or— or anything! to hide his raging boner from your innocent, old-souled mother.

you two were still very disheveled when your mother showed up at the living room door. as soon as her face peaked into the room, you threw a throwaway pillow straight into ukai's lap. he flinched at your throw. you winced. your mother's eyes regarded the scene in front of her with utter bewilderment. she tilted her head, the two bags of groceries in his hand still hanging in air as she looked from you to keishin, then back from him to you.

"keishin?" she called politely, "what are you doing here so suddenly?"

"i-uh." the man darted his gaze from your mother to you, swallowing his words in a thick, guilty soup. you rushed to his rescue, laughing candidly as you answered your mother, "oh, he- he wanted to get my tripod stand from me."

"tripod stand?" your mother echoed, "what for? aren't you supposed to be at school right now, keishin?"

"i- i do." he mumbled, "s-smokebreak—"

you cut him off again, "he wanted to film the game of the kids on my tripod stand! he- he told me that he wanted to review the footage later to give them notes. y'know, since nationals are coming up!"

"oh?" your mother smiled at the answer. she put the groceries down, clapping, "i heard karasuno's really gonna go to nationals this time around! i hope that's true. it'll make your grandfather proud."

"let's hope." he stretched his guilty features into a tainted smile, "err, we've got some fantastic first years. with them..." his voice trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck, "hopefully."

"alright, let me get something for you!" your mother disappeared down the hall into the kitchen, calling after herself, "does pudding sound good?"

"YEAH━" keishin ukai had just started when you yelled over him, "DON'T GET HIM ANYTHING MOM! HE HAS TO GO BACK TO SCHOOL NOW. HE'S REALLY SHORT ON TIME!!"

before ukai could turn to you and give you a look like that of a kicked puppy, you berated him through hushed whispers, "leave. now."

he sounded upset. a man on the verge of a meltdown, honestly. "but... but my smoke break has fifteen minutes left."

"you're gonna have no minutes left on earth if my mother gets to know what we were upto. just go."

although dejected, the man picked himself up — and then immediately sat back down on the matted ground. you threw him a bewildered look, hissing, "what?"

"i-" he glanced at his lap, the one still concealed by the pillow. "i need like five minutes... to get my order in business before i leave."

"right."

although, you had started helping your friend out from the sympathy of your heart, this was turning catastrophic. but after this encounter one thing was clear, your residence was off the table.

━━━━━☆⭒

five days later.

the volleyball gymnasium was right like you had left it back in high school. sure, maybe a bit modernized but most of it was the same, from the wooden floors to the high ceilings. well, not like any of that mattered. not when you and ukai were more busy exploring the supply closet. keishin ukai was pressing his hot, athletic body against yours and caging you against a wall in that same supply closet.

after realizing that your house was off limits, you two had to relocate. in a moment of desperation, and err, well, maybe keishin ukai had some fantasies — eitherways, he had asked you to come to the school to see him. you had complied.

now, a rough palm of his parted your thighs as you whispered, "are you sure this is okay, kei?"

"uh huh." the man nodded, his piercings catching the pale glint from the light that poured in from the gymnasium outside. he grinned, "the kids have classes for another one hour. we can have our fun till then. besides, y'know... no smoke, so i'm on edge." the light caught against his canines as he flashed you a smile.

"mhm." you smiled, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, "c'mere."

he didn't bother with any of that romantic shit. this was carnal. primal. he needed you for his survival. he needed you like a man hooked on your kisses ━ well, probably because he was.

grabbing the back of your head, he guided you towards him. his lips were a different shade of desperation every time he kissed you. one of his broad, warm hand sneaked under your shirt and palmed your tits through the fabric. another hand found it's position against your heat. he thumbed your clit through the flimsy fabric, gathering wetness on the cloth as you moaned into his mouth.

"kei," your eyes crossed, jaw falling slack as he retreated that hand from your core and instead pressed his knee into the clothed mound. he ground his knee against your wettened core and you rutted right back — like an animal in heat.

neither of you were undressed, too scared that someone would walk in and see you both naked. instead, the both of you twisted and tangled, clothed skin against clothed skin, arms against arm, till neither of you could fully comprehend where one ended and the other began. his breathing was labored. drops of sweat cascaded down your back. it was growing hotter and hotter and hotter in this wretched, small, stuffy closet.

pulling away from his mouth, you heaved as you asked, "d'you have a condom?"

he nodded. too quick, too desperate. "yeah. uh, 's in my pocket."

you gave him a smile, and he fished through the pockets of his matching tracksuit without you having to utter even a single command. you could hear the plastic rustling about, his thick fingers trying to pull them out and tear them to move forward.

and then, you heard echoes of quick steps, with loud, jovial words following through. someone, or no, rather a lot of people had entered the gymnasium. you and ukai could hear them. you two met each other's gaze and froze.

"shit." you gasped. he repeated, "shit."

"let's clean this place up and start with the practice till coach comes." you heard a soft, authoritative voice carry itself through the gym. following the boy's command, a number of voices echoed "yes!" and "let's play!"

you heard footsteps falling towards the supply closet. ukai parted from you, quickly zipping up his track jacket and fixing his pants while muttering, "shit shit shit. that's daichi. why're these chumps here so soon?!"

"daichi?!" you echoed, and the man answered quick, "uh. he's the captain. third year."

you barely heard him in your frenzy, going to fix your own outfit and hair before the younger boys barged in and realized their coach was getting hot 'n heavy inside the supply room. from the corner of your eyes, you noticed ukai shoving in the condom back inside his pocket and aimlessly trying to fix the bulge in his pants.

the door slid open and there stood four boys — a tall, gentle boy. another boy with lighter, almost greyish hair. another bald boy. and lastly, a short, loud boy... was he in middle school?

"c-coach?" daichi stared at the blonde, pierced man first. then, slowly craned his neck to look at you. he seemed confused, but being a polite boy, he bowed when he saw you. "hello...?"

"yo, who's this?!" the bald boy was next to speak up. following him, the mild-mannered grey-haired boy spoke, "err, coach. who's she?"

'what're you doing here?" the coach shifted his weight on the balls of his feet, "shouldn't you have class right now?"

"our teachers left us early, coach." daichi answered back, "uh, did we- interrupt something?"

"what?!" you laughed, waving their words in the air, "no."

he continued in that polite tone, like a well-behaved officer. "uh, but who are you?"

"she's..." ukai glanced at you a moment and then back at his boys, "this is my childhood friend. we, uh, we both graduated from karasuno... years back."

at your introduction, you waved your hand with a polite smile, hoping that the boys were as dense as they looked and didn't catch on. ukai continued, "she came here from tokyo and she wanted to check out the high school for... for uh, memory sake. so, i used my coach privileges to get her in and show her around."

"and... you were showing her the supply closet? with the door closed and lights off?" the shorter, spiky-haired boy spoke next.

keishin laughed loudly to mask any lingering doubts, "yes, nishinoya. that is exactly what i was doing. she's a bit of a clean freak, you see... her favorite place to be were the closets."

"she is closeted?" the bald boy bunched his eyebrows at keishin's explanation. you stammered, "n-not in the closet! i mean i love closets, as— as like the place!"

keishin nodded, "uh huh."

from your periphery, you noticed the captain try not to smile, to not break while listening to this obviously fake answer. the mild-manner boy next to him was in a similar position. the other two, mildly dense boys however, seemed to buy keishin's absolutely ass answers.

you nodded quickly, playing along. "yup. i love cleaning. if you guys don't mind, i'll clean up the gymnasium before your practice!"

you hated those words as soon as they left your lips. but the damage was done. the boys were already cheering, uttering 'thank you' and handing you the mop to get the work done.

you had came for a quickie and left a maid. good heavens! it was clear that karasuno high school (and it's volleyball supply closet) was off limits too.

━━━━━☆⭒

fifteen days later.

the plaque on the sakanoshita mart had been turned around to face 'CLOSED' for the night. it was barely eight in the night, technically keishin ukai was supposed to have the mart open till ten at night, but he couldn't wait. he was itching — no, dying — for a smoke right now.

just one call and you had rushed over to the mart. you had no addictions to battle, you just liked kissing keishin. the plaque had been quickly turned over and the lights of the mart had been turned off. he had left the outside banner lit on, allowing people to locate sakanoshita mart incase they had to.

once done with the pre-requisites, he had you sitting on the counter. the metal was cool under your thigh. the mart buzzed faintly with the vending machine operating towards the back. outside, every once in a while you could hear cars buzz by. ignoring all of that, keishin ukai had dropped down to his knees. he had uttered, "y'know... 'm craving something real sweet right now."

you had parted your thighs, beckoning him closer with a bite down on your lips. ukai's hot breath danced across your heat for a fraction of a second before he lunged forward to make out with your cunt — all sloppy and slimy through your panties. despite being a sportsman, he wasn't a man made of patience. so, he raised your hips and stripped off the flimsy fabric from your bare cunt. no sooner was the panty off that his tongue placed flat against your throbbing clit. every every slow, sensual drag of his face, his nose bumping into your clit. he used his entire face to go up and down your cunt, uncaring that you were marred his skin with your fluids. he enjoyed the feel of it — the sticky residue making home against his lips and stubble.

"fuck..." your words grew feeble, eyes raking over the man knelt in between your heavenly thighs. the fat encaged the sides of his face, and he felt perspiration bead at his temple and cascade down his face. you felt heat steam off of your body, back arch of the cool metallic counter as he repeated the wretched action of his perfect tongue again and again.

you felt his eager mouth latch onto your honeyed lips, his sultry tongue ready to drink down your sweet nectar. keishin ukai moaned against your heat, his lips and chin dribbling with your essence and his nostrils full of intoxicating smell of your sex. he couldn't help but sigh, "so mmphh— perfect." he kissed the tender skin, parting your folds with two fingers to repeat his sinful actions again.

"HELLLOOO!!!"

you jolted. your frenzied gaze running over to the gate where a orange-headed bastard was pressing his forehead against the glass door and trying to peer inside the dimly lit shop. ukai had expected visitors — though, not really — and that was why he had left the main sign outside lit up. all of the other lights were switched off, save for the one pouring in through the vending machine towards the back.

in the dark, the children at the gate had failed to locate you two... but that didn't seem to deter their spirits. the orange haired boy smacked the glass again, "COOOOACH!! ARE YOU IN THERE? THE SIGN IS LIT UP SO I KNOW YOU ARE!!" behind him stood three boys, one blonde, and two brunettes, waiting for their coach to answer.

their coach, however, was more busy nibbling on his childhood friend's clit. if ukai were to spare any fucks, you could see none.

you grasped the roots of his hair, pulling at the blonde to rip him apart from your cunt. your eyes widened, throat parched, "there's people—"

the man was just as uncaring as before. he shrugged, kissing down your thigh now that you had held him at a punishing distance from your pretty, soppy cunt. he mumbled against your skin, painting your skin with your own essence, "it's hinata. leave him be. he'd leave in five minutes."

you craned your neck again to look at the boys at the gate and keishin used your momentary distraction to pull you by your hips and closer to his hungry mouth.

"aah—?!" you yelped, taken aback at the sudden ferociousness in his actions. you blinked, pleading to a god that was clearly deaf. "kei— the kids!"

he mumbled against your folds, "fuckthosekidsfornow." but you whined again, tugging at his locks and hissing, "go open th—ah, fuck... door."

knowing you weren't about to give up, keishin ukai groaned and got up. at this point, you assumed it was habit because he was already wiping the back of his mouth with his hand and fixing his pants. the man then walked away with a resigned sigh, pocketing your panties in his sweats and leaving you to fix yourself up till he let the kids in. he called over his shoulder, "you can go hide in the back aisle. they usually come here for the buns and don't go in the back."

you hopped off the counter. taking small steps, you reached the back of the mart with your thighs clenched as the cold, night air caressed your bare cunt. you hid behind one of the chips and other packed goods aisle.

"WHAT?" keishin called after the boys that had already made it three meters away from the shop, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"SEE?! I TOLD YOU HE WAS IN THERE HEHE!" the energetic, short one quipped as he skipped over to the mart. He smiled, all wide, "hello coach!"

keishin rolled his eyes, letting the four teenagers in as the blonde monotonously asked, "why're the lights off?"

ukai muttered from the side of his mouth, "i'm trying to save up on the electricity bill."

hinata spoke up again, "but what about the customers? no one will come in if you keep the lights off!"

ukai huffed, "didn't stop you, did it? anyways. the same as always? egg rolls?"

"yes!!"

you were still standing behind the aisle, carefully listening in on the conversation when you heard soft footsteps headed your way. one of the boys quipped with lack of enthusiasm, "i'm gonna go get some chips."

you froze.

the boy — with his black hair falling across his forehead and narrow eyes — also froze when he realized that there was a woman at the end of this seemingly empty mart.

you voice was meek, unsure, "h-hey?"

he yelled, growing pale, "COACH THERE'S A GHOST—!"

you yelled as well, however, growing red, "I AM NOT A GHOST!"

"THAT UH," you heard ukai from the front, rushing to the back with another three pairs of feet following after him. he looked between you and the teenager, "that, kageyama, is my... uh, childhood friend."

already with an egg roll down his mouth, hinata asked, "buth why was thi sithing in the back—" kageyama narrowed his eyes at the orange-haired boy, "eat first and talk next, dumbass."

the blonde, however, was asking the real questions, "why was she standing in the back of your store?"

"because I love cleaning." you nodded solemnly, playing along to the one rumor already going on around you, "i was cleaning in the back."

"but you don't have any cleaning equipment?" the blonde tilt his head quizzically, "and it was really dark—"

"tsukishima and group, aren't you getting late for home? go eat some healthy food at your home!" he shot kageyama a strict look, "and you. as your coach, i uh- forbid you from eating chips till nationals."

the raven-haired boy spluttered, "huh— seriously?" but he was cut off by the other, more shy brunette. "uh, are you the woman who cleaned our gym a couple of days back? tanaka-senpai mentioned it."

hinata looked at you like you were some celebrity, "THAT WAS YOU?"

you laughed, though horrified at what your reputation had become in front of these boys. "sure am."

"alright." keishin patted their backs, turning them around and manhandling them out of the store, "goodnight!"

tsukishima turned back, "but we haven't paid—"

"my treat!" keishin nodded quickly, shooing them away, "go away now!"

once you were sure the boys had left, you stared at ukai. his handsome face was only half-lit. highlights fell across his dyed hair. your lips parted but no words came. when you finally found your ability to speak, it was sluggish, "do they think im some sort of magical maid that goes over to clean wherever you are?"

ukai stared back at you a second, just as lost for words. when he spoke, his shoulders slumped, "y'know... at this point, i think it just might be easier to smoke and die at forty."

"y'know..." you smiled, "at this point, i think i'll pick up a cigarette to combat this stress too."

you didn't need to say it, sakanoshita mart was off the table too.

you both slumped down against the aisle. the packets of ramen crinkled behind your backs. tilting your head backwards, you stared up at the turned off fluorescent lights, "say, ukai... aren't your kids gonna think you're an irresponsible adult for having sex round the corner?"

he laughed, "hey, they are the ones that keep invading my privacy."

you looked sideways and saw him already staring at you. his eyes were soft, full lips parted and piercings glinting softly. you both stayed in a silence, the kind that was only ruined by the cars outside and the buzzing of the vending machine.

you sighed, not breaking the eye contact, "i think... i might not get you to quit smoking if we keep getting caught like this."

"yeah," he smiled, "i don't think you stand a chance."

you felt a warm hand caress over your own. ukai pressed down on it. his eyes didn't leave yours either as his face trailed closer to yours. his lips were feather like against yours. he pressed a chaste kiss to your soft lips. it wasn't rushed. not carnal, or primal, or how it usually was — like he needed it like the air he breathed. this felt... more controlled, less impulsive. this felt like a choice he was making without the whims of his addiction.

he pulled apart. you watched his face, the way his eyes stayed closed, as if he was etching this memory — two on the floor of an empty mart. when he opened his eyes, he sighed somewhat miserably under the dim light, "i do need to clean the store. mom keeps nagging me."

you narrowed your eyes at him, your tone deadly. "i don't suppose you're asking me for help."

he shrugged, "well, might as well live up to the rumours, right? between coaching, and the farm, and the store— ouch!" not letting go of the hand that was in his, you had used another to smack his muscled bicep. your palm made contact with the taut skin again and keishin grinned, "sorry, sorry. i'll do it myself."

you both sat in silence for the next ten minutes before you hurried back home, and his hand never left yours.

━━━━━☆⭒

four months later.

"yeah, yeah... hah— fuck!" your eyes rolled back as keishin snapped his pelvis against your own. his balls smacked against your skin, stinging where they met repeatedly.

you were bent over the counter, your eyes glassy as the aisles of the sakanoshita mart in front of you went in and out of focus. behind you the blonde grunt, digging his rugged palms into your skin till it marked red.

"keis-shin." you managed barely, falling against the now-hot metal as he brought your body back to meet his. he hissed, "yeah?"

you threw a glance back, barely being able to see his reddened, sweat-ridden face. your lips wobbled, "w-what's... you're so rough...?"

at your obscene expression, ukai felt his hips falter. fuck. he was gonna cum. your eyes were glassy, tears pooling round the edges and dropping down in fat, hot drops that tainted your cheeks. your bottom lip was bruised — presumably from his kisses and the way you were biting into them to contain your moans. your face was flushed, hair sticky.

"'m stressed." he grunted, still drilling his erection into your velvety walls like it wasn't evident enough with just words.

your words were soft, a coo almost, "n-nationals?"

"hm." he nodded once at your words. god. your voice. he was gonna cum. fuck. the sweat beads trailed down his face and onto his muscled body. you could feel his abs press against your back as he put his body weight over yours, all but pressing you and body into the counter under him.

he didn't wanna see your face, or hear you speak, or do anything that made you... well, you, knowing very well that either one of those things could undo him in a moment. and that, was not an outcome keishin ukai was ready for.

the metal creaked as your cheek was sandwiched against it, your eyes rapidly blinking down tears as he somehow increased his tempo. thwack! his skin met yours, and the only thing echoing in the closed mart was your lewd moans and lecherous sounds of skin on skin.

"kei—" you started but he was shushing you from above, pressing messy fingers against your sticky, wet clit and massaging rough indentations of his own name.

"oh my god." your eyes blinked away the hot tears, your jaw slacking open to let chants of his name slip you by. above you, ukai was in no better state. his thighs burned with the stretch of rocking forward and backward, burying himself into you and pulling back methodically. his biceps flexed, grasping at the fat of your hips, then your waist and finally one of them wrapping around the back of your neck. his breath was labored, yours matching. his usually tied up hair had been let down, the sweaty locks being hastily pushed back so he could see you — see you whole.

your body twitched under his, the smooth skin perspired and reddened where he pressed his rugged palms against you. your chest rose and fell rapidly, hands aimlessly trying to hold the smooth metal and failing. the back of your thighs were a shade of bright red, matching the front of his thighs. your face — god. your face. your eyes were heavy with unshed tears, flushed cheeks wet from your own overstimulation. your lips were bruised and voice scratchy.

"feels s'good." you babbled against the counter and the soft voice reverberated and came back to him in a falsetto. he grinned, feeling the sweat pour down his hair and onto his muscled back. "yeah? feels good?"

you nodded with the energy you could muster — which was barely there. every inch of your strained muscles throbbed — sore and spasming — as he fucked into your needy hole. obscene fluids cascaded down his curved length, falling to the floor with each calculated stroke into you. he was slipping in and out of you so easily, like... like, "this pussy's made f'me. god."

you nodded, babbling nonsense in sync with his, "yesyesyes— god. yours. all fucking yours."

something warm spilled within his ribs, painting his intestines golden. you were... his?

he laughed, something short-lived and airy, "yeah. all mine."

with each thrust into you, your walls clawed greedily against his length, milking him for all he was worth. your heat made him dizzy, made his head spin with the way it was clinging onto you and sucking him in. every time he reeled his hips back, it seemed like your body gnawed and embedded it's warmth into his erection, leeching him off. he couldn't stop. he couldn't get off of this high that your perfect cunt intoxicated him with.

"hah— you're killin' me." and he was barely lying. keishin ukai — a man with good stamina and sportsmanship — was barely holding on with a thread. his sanity? waning. his patience? already gone. his dick twitched inside of you, beading out drops of pre that sloshed around in your womb and acted as a lube for him to fuck you.

you screamed, something rich and primal, "keiii—! cummin' haaah hngh—"

"fuck— yeah. cum f'me. cum on my cock." his vision grew bleary, sweaty palms barely making rough circles into your clit with each stroke. your body bowed, arching off of the metal and spilling against his hot body. your walls spasmed. your jaw fell open with rough moans of his name. oh, he was done for. he was done.

your body under him was slumped, barely able to hold itself up as keishin snapped his hips in irregular jitters of desperation. his cock wept, blurting out wispy ropes of white inside of your cunt. you gasped, feeling his warm seed taint your insides. he groaned alongside you, "shiiit. cummin'. i-inside you—!"

"yesyes ohmygod."

you felt his spent weight fall on top of yours. his length was still buried in you, half-hard and swimming in a pool of his own essence. you felt so full. with his hard breathing hit your backs in rough pangs, his weight blanketing over you, with his cock plugging you in. you barely caught your own breath. slowly, your breaths fell in sync. you felt him groan as he picked himself off of you.

he slowly pulled out, watching the white fluid flow down your folds along with the mess of fluids at your epicenter. at the view of the fluid flowing down your thigh, ukai felt a sly grin tug at his full lips. his.

you gave him a glance over your shoulder, sighing, "feelin' better?"

"loads." he snickered, "quite literally."

you rolled your eyes but he didn't catch it, already bending down to fetch the wipes he kept for you from a bottom cabinet near the cashier counter. picking himself back up, he gently laid you on your back and wiped it off. he spoke softly, "sorry I called you so late at night. i know it's a headache."

"not really." he could hear the smile in your words, "i mean, it's been so long since i sneaked out of my house. it was actually fun."

"hm? was it fun to fuck in an empty mart like a bunch of weird teenagers?"

you bit the inside of your cheek at the contrast between his gentle actions and the playfulness in his words. it was two in the morning, and hiding away from your families, you two were just done fucking in the ancestral mart. the pale moonlight from outside barely lit his muscled figure up. you could barely make out the hickeys littering his chest.

"um. so, how is... the practice going?" there was a gentleness to your voice that ukai picked on. this wasn't the question you wanted to ask him, he presumed. he answered anyways, "good. if we beat nekoma, then i think we'd be fine."

"tokyo, huh?" you wondered aloud, sitting upright as he disposed the tissues in a small bin nearby. goosebumps littered your body as you saw keishin pick up your discarded clothes off the floor and hand it to you gently. his fingers brushed against yours and you shuddered at the timid moment, despite all what you two were doing a little while ago. putting your head through the tshirt, you asked, "hey, be honest. did i actually help you quit smoking?"

"i—" he looked sheepish, pulling his sleep shorts up his hips, "i mean... i don't smoke two packets a day. just... one or two every three or four days. that's progress, right?"

you poked your head through the hole, smiling, "yeah it is, i suppose."

"i do have to thank you, though." he admitted next, "i don't think i would have been able to do this on my own."

you shrugged, putting on your shorts next. "that's what friends are for!"

friends? is that what you two were?

he cleared his throat, blinking at your words, "yeah... friends."

as if he got hard and came inside a friend.

you fisted your palms, waiting for the right time as he began to put his tshirt on. his face was hidden under the red shirt as you blurted out, "you remember that I've been searching for jobs?"

"eh?" his voice came muffled, "yeah. what about it?"

"i got one..." you bit your words, "in tokyo."

"oh?" he poked his head through, promptly stopping. the shirt was looped around his neck, the rest of his torso naked. he spoke slowly, "that's... uh, great!"

"i- i havent taken it yet." you barely started when he cut you off, quickly putting the shirt on, "i mean it makes sense. you hate this place and you love tokyo. you always imagined settling down there—"

you were still stuck on the first part, though. you defended yourself, "i don't hate this place."

"dislike." he sounded gruff, like on edge and itching for a cigarette. desperate and backed into a corner. "whatever. same thing."

"i— kei..." his eyes met yours and his full lips parted to sigh softly, "what?"

"i don't hate this place..." you repeated, hopping off of the counter. "there are people i—"

"tolerate." he said it in a resigned manner. you stared up at him, correcting him, "like. people i like."

you noticed his adam's apple jump up in his throat. he swallowed, waiting for you to continue. you ran a hand through your sweaty locks, "but it's a really good job opportunity. it pays insanely well."

he waited for a moment, and in those few seconds, time seemed to run slow. when he spoke again, it came without hesitation, "you should take it."

"i should." you nodded, agreeing to him as an adult talking to another adult. but keishin ukai kept talking on, "and... and tokyo isn't that far from miyagi. it's like literally around the corner."

"what?" you blinked slowly as he inched closer to you, his toes a hairsbreadth away from yours.

keishin spoke slowly, "hypothetically speaking... tokyo isn't that far away."

"it isn't... i guess."

"and if i ever feel like I'm about to relapse badly, i can just drive over to get a dose in." his eyes met yours, his taller body swallowing yours under his shadow. you nodded, "or i can drive here."

"and- and like, i'm in tokyo all the time. coach nekomata arranges practice with us often, and—"

"there's the next level of the nationals there!" you finished for him and he nodded feverishly, "and that means i'll always be around. sort of."

you felt him bend downwards, his lips brushing yours, "i think what im saying is... that you should go to tokyo, and it'll be okay." he paused, "though, i don't know if i can do all of that for a friend."

the smile across your lips faltered, "w-what?"

"it's a lot of work."

and it was, you knew that! so was it so selfish of you to want him to do it for you?

he continued against your lips, "a lot of work for a friend. but for a... girlfriend? i think i can manage it."

your eyes blew wide open. your heart thundered in your chest as you stammered out, "g-girlfriend...?"

he pulled back, looking around the empty, dark mart with darting eyes, "this isn't the most romantic way to ask you, y'know post-fuck and all but... you wanna be my—"

"yes!"

he grinned, "... girlfriend. yup. okay."

you looped your arms around him, your forehead touching his, "does this mean we don't have to hide around anymore?"

he smiled, "well, no. you're my girlfriend now."

you spoke dopily, "who knew after so many fuck sessions, we'd be here?"

the lights of the mart flickered to life. you two squinted your eyes at the sudden flush of light. you heard ukai's grandpa's gruff voice boom, "KEISHIN?"

"GRANDPA?" you both craned your neck to where the man stood at the end of the mart. the top of the mart was keishin's house, you knew it. you didn't expect his grandfather to show up mid confession at two in the night!

you let go of ukai, stepping back and bowing, "ukai sir!"

the aged man guffawed at your flushed faces, "did he finally ask you out to be his girlfriend?"

you raised your head, cocking an eyebrow, muttering, "finally...?"

the aged man didn't seem to care. he shrugged, "thank god. this bastard has been driving me crazy with his little crush on you since middle school—!"

the younger ukai sounded mortified. "GRANDPA?!"

"hahaha." the old man turned around, using the same stairs to go up. he called after himself, "make sure you sanitize this place, or your mother will skin you."

you two stood dumbfounded, watching the respectable man disappear again. you slowly brought your gaze to the beet-red man next to him. punching his arm, you gloated, "middle school huh?"

"oh, shut up."

you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, admitting, "it's fine. i've liked you since elementary school."

"really?!" his eyes widened, face mutating in a mix of delight and confusion. "even through my bald phase?"

you grinned, "especially through your bald phase. it was kinda hot back in high school."

he ran a hand through his hair, "should I go bald—?"

"no. just shut up and kiss your girlfriend."

if keishin ukai had to really think about it, he supposed he turned out to be one lucky fella. he got a pretty girlfriend and lesser lung damage now. crazy.

you interrupted his thoughts with a quick question against his lips, "when the kids of your volleyball team find out about us... they'd realize i wasn't there for the cleaning."

ukai sighed, "they already realized that. i mean, i think daichi did first. so, then the whole team did. you'd be surprised to find out how bad they're at keeping secrets, actually."

you tilted your head, "huh?"

"yeah." ukai shrugged, "whatever. let's go back to the kissing."

"sounds good."

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD. AGAIN, IDK ANYTHING ABOUT ADDICTIONS, THIS IS A SILLY FIC!! anyways, you can pry this man from my cold, dead hands. he's just so ughhhh. love him. HE NEEDS MORE HYPE. AND IF NO ONE GIVES IT TO HIM I SHALL DO IT MYSELF. UKAI. YOU DESERVE THE WORLD. taglist: @hisbitch101 [if you wanna be added, let me know!] incase you enjoyed this, you might enjoy my tsukishima enemies-to-lover fic! give it a read :))

[squinch-depraved]

ted, cnc, but make it keeping reader stoned for freeuse purposes

do you see the vision?

you beautiful genius i see the vision and it is glorious - i hope our vision is the same because this was really fun... got rlly intense sooo yaya

CW: cnc, somno, free use, drugging someone, marijuana usage, she/her used, MDNFI

ted tossed your dab pen back to you after taking a long drag from it, pulling the smoke deep into his lungs and expelling it upwards with his head tilted back. you copied him, drawing a large cloud from the cart and hacking a few short coughs while he laughed at you.

"you're a bigger stoner than i am, how are you coughing from that?" he chuckled.

you whipped your head around to glare at him. "coughing isn't indicative of experience smoking, ted. i'm disappointed in you, you should know better." your voice was dry and matter-of-fact. "plus, i took a blinker and you didn't." you leaned back onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling, pen still clutched in your hand.

it was quiet for an unquantifiable stretch of time, distorted by the drugs you were sharing, until ted spoke. "you still down for our agreement?" his voice was quiet but hopeful.

your eyes opened (not that you had noticed they closed, you were so relaxed) and you thought back on the deal you made with him. you were only staying at his place for a long weekend, three nights and heading home monday. it was the second day, two more sleeps to go before you had to leave your boyfriend's safe haven of an apartment and head back to your chaotic life. ted had pleaded on discord calls between the two of you for weeks before you flew out to l.a., begging you to let him get you stoned beyond your usual limits and take advantage of you. the idea was actually very appealing, and the thought of what he would do to you fueled your late-night vibrator sessions whenever he couldn't be there in a call with you. you took another long hit off your pen and and spoke as you exhaled it.

"you have my full permission to do whatever you want to me teddy."

he grinned and shifted towards you slightly. "as much as i want? all day?"

you nodded and met his eyes. "all day."

he lunged at you, kissing you deeply before he made a noise and broke away to get up and walk to the kitchen.

"where're you going??" you whined, eyes glassy and hair tousled.

"bought you some edibles. i want you gone for me," his voice carried through the apartment.

"if you bring me a whole nerds rope, the agreement is off," you taunted.

he snorted and shuffled back to the couch, handing you a large, square gummy, and looked at you impatiently until you took it from him. "whole thing. eat it," he instructed.

"oh, my god, ted, this thing is huge! how much is this? am i gonna pass out?"

he rolled his eyes and sat down next to you, putting on a movie to watch while it kicked in. "it's from the dispensary down the street, and it's just a little bit more than the ones we usually take. you'll be fine," he replied, before mumbling a, "probably."

with a deep breath, you popped the square in your mouth, not realizing until you had swallowed it that you hadn't eaten at all for the day. oh well, you thought. i'm already in too deep. and so you surrendered to your high, trying your best to pay attention to the obscure film he put on to trip you out. when it finished, ted looked over at you as the credits rolled. your eyes were red and lidded, mouth hanging open in surprise at the ending as you slowly processed what you could. he smirked hungrily while he watched you for a second before reaching over and pulling your pants off, laying you on your back and pushing the stolen hoodie of his you were wearing up so he could see your breasts.

you mumbled something he couldn't understand as he eagerly stretched you on his fingers, bending your legs back so he had a better view of your dripping hole. "ted, teddy, ngh- fuck!" you mewled when he finally pressed his lips to your clit. he sucked at your sensitive nub, working and curling his fingers still while he sloppily ate you out. you glanced down at him and he shifted his eyes to look directly into yours, cutting right through you. a loud, drawn out moan tore from your lips as you laid your head back down, nearly covered by the wet sounds of ted making out with your pussy.

"ted, 's getting to be too much," you cried, your own words echoing in your ears as the room began spinning. he gave your ass a quick smack and started swirling his tongue faster, holding you down when you inevitably began to squirm. "i- i can't, please, teddy, i feel so much! can't handle it! please stop!"

you bucked your hips frantically, trying both to get away from his face and bring it impossibly closer. he moaned into your core and smacked you again, much harder this time. you screamed pitifully as you clenched your thighs around his head, crying out, "stop!! baby, please, i'm gonna.." you trailed off when you started seeing stars, only able to make nonsensical noises while tears flowed down your cheeks. you swore you felt him grin against you and prayed he would finally stop, but he just kept going.

you have no idea how long you laid there, being devoured by your boyfriend like that. your sense of time was beyond fucked, and all you could do was occasionally beg, "stop? please?" before getting slapped again. he was going to eat until he had his fill, and you were going to have to deal. when he finally pulled away, you looked down at him and your stomach flipped. his face was red, lips puffy and wet, stubble soaked by your essence, and his hazel eyes peered up, and then down at you as he sat up and wiped his face with his sleeve. your eyes flicked down to the tent in his pants, adorned by a dark wet spot right where his tip would be, and you blinked slowly before looking back up.

he handed you your pen from the table and said, "smoke more and take a nap. i gotta get some shit done but we're not finished here."

you sighed and obeyed, taking a hit to appease him before he walked away. you pulled a blanket over you, not bothering to put pants back on before curling up and dozing off. ted checked back in on you after cleaning up the mess he made in his pants, and, finding you sleeping peacefully, he got a few chores done around the apartment. he wanted to be sure you were really sleeping so your reaction to him taking you forcefully would be all the more adorable. the groggy expression on your face as you pleaded for him to stop, the futile struggle you would put up as he held you down- it was all going to make tonight worth the weeks he had to put up with between your visits.

it was late afternoon when you came to. orange light filtered through the blinds, and you were suddenly very cold. you turned your head to look at what was happening and found ted kneeling between your legs on the couch, pumping his cock in his hand before shoving your legs open wider. you were stupid from the weed; your eyes only widened a little bit when you realized what was happening.

"no! nonononono! ted! please, please don't," you stuttered, brain trying to keep up with the situation.

he simply grinned and hooked your legs over his shoulders, lining himself up with you and waiting for just a moment before he said, "'anything i want,' baby. you said. this is your fault." with that, he buried himself deep into you, savoring every second and gently pumping his hips.

after a minute, he started thrusting harder, chuckling breathlessly when you resumed begging him to stop. of course, he knew you'd use the safe word if you really needed him to stop. it was so like you to put on a show for him, you really were such a performative slut. or maybe you really didn't remember.

"god, baby, you're so weak under me! hate to think of what else i could do to ya without you bein' able to stop me," he growled, still grinning. "taste these, huh, baby?" he shoved his fingers in your mouth, pressing them onto your tongue and watching as tears filled your eyes yet again, and he relished in how pathetic you looked as he ruined you.

when you started gagging on his digits, he pulled them out and wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly. "my pretty baby takes me sooo well, even when she doesn't want to," he continued, now pounding into you. all you could do was cry.

"y'know," he started with a laugh. "i really didn't think you'd be stupid enough to eat that whole gummy!" the sound of him smacking into you persisted as you slowly worked through what he said.

"wha?" you slurred, cockdrunk and higher than you had ever been.

"you just believed me so easily! one fourth-" he slammed deep into you, "- of that thing is what we usually have, but you just ate it all because i told you to." he leered down at you, continuing, "so trusting. so stupid. what if i wanted to hurt you, love? what if i used you until you were worthless and then kept going?"

you just sobbed. "and then i told you to smoke more, and you did! you stupid little slut! i bet you've never been this high, huh?" he was right in a way he couldn't imagine. you were floating, every inch of your skin tingling, and your core ached from overstimulation. you didn't think there was such a thing as too many orgasms, but here you were. your thoughts were a mess, the only thing in your mind was the name you were screaming: "teddy!!" over and over and over as you bawled, pounding your fist at his chest in a feeble attempt to stop him. but he persisted, railing you at an inhumane speed and reaching unexplored depths.

your only indication he was close was him gripping your throat far too tight, and you frantically grasped at his fingers while he jackhammered into you several final times before burying his shaft as far as it could go and cumming in you with a low, "fuuuck..."

the two of you kept your eyes locked until he caught his breath and removed his hand from your now slightly bruised throat. the sight snapped him out of his brutish state as he began to panic, kissing your neck softly and cooing about how sorry he was.

you just smiled and let your eyes fall closed, trusting him to take care of you after he had abused you so filthily.