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lettersfromaphrodite · 9 months

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― pairing : Wooyoung x fem! reader + San x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, established relationship, public sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, mention of threesome ― word count : 2.477

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

With a deep sigh, you held your head with both hands, trying not to breathe a frustrated groan over your physics homework; you loved studying at the library, it was relaxing and less distracting than studying at home – since you managed to get distracted with literally anything, but sometimes, it was too hard to fight back the urge to swear at your poor inanimate book.

«Stupid exams.» you whispered, and you heard San chuckle from the seat on your left; unlike you, the boy didn’t have any trouble with said subject, and often helped you out. You were glad about the fact that your boyfriend had a bestfriend so clever, which could actually help you not to fail this class. Rubbing your temples, you closed your eyes and you heard the seat on your right slightly move, before a whiff of cologne made you instinctively smile.

«Hi, Wooyoung.» you told your boyfriend, and he leaned in to kiss your shoulder, mumbling a quiet «Hi, doll.»

Wooyoung, unlike you, was not much interested in school. He would often skip classes, ask you for help when his exams got too close, but recently, he started to hang out with you at the library.

Sometimes it would be twenty minutes, sometimes a couple of hours, or some other times he’d patiently wait for you to finish studying so that he could drive you back home with his bright red convertible car so that you didn’t have to walk back home by yourself.

Today was just the same, Wooyoung had his head leaning on your shoulder while his hand was playing with the hem of your skirt right above your knee, his touches providing to be distracting enough that sometimes, you had to start reading the paragraph all over again.

«I might know where to find the answer to that formula, doll.» Wooyoung lusciously whispered against your ear while his fingertips were caressing your bare inner thigh under the fabric of the skirt; your breath hitched and you had to repress the urge to widen your legs just to feel his touch inching upwards. «It’s in the biology section.» he mumbled with a tender bite on your earlobe, and your head snapped towards his, your noses brushing together. You knew what he was suggesting, and the mere thought made you blush; your eyes quickly looked around, there were not too many people in the library, but still, it was dangerous, and you could have been caught quite easily.

«Come on,» Wooyoung smirked, his eyes fixed on your lips, «no one ever goes back there.» he was right, biology section was the last one and the most distant from where you were seated, and almost no one ever went back there. «San could look out for us.» Wooyoung suggested, tilting his head to look at his friend.

«And why would I?» San answered with a flat tone, eyes unwavering from his book.

«For fifty bucks?» Wooyoung shrugged, knowing how to tease his long-time friend.

«I’m in.» San said, closing his books and standing up, disappearing between the bookshelves.

«How about you, doll?» Wooyoung asked, a sincere questioning expression on his face; you stood up with a sigh, muttering a quiet «As if I would say no.» and you followed San.

Wooyoung was quick to push you against the bookshelf as he hungrily kissed you, his hands on your hips and yours on his black leather jacket in order to pull him closer to you. Wooyoung left infinite trails of kisses on your neck – as far as the collar of your shirt allowed him to, and while your eyes were half closed, you could see San’s wide back leaning against the bookshelf few steps from you, pretending to read while he was just studying the situation around you. Wooyoung’s hands travelled on your leg, the material of your skirt collecting around his wrist as he was now lifting your naked thigh around his hip while pressing his boner flush against your core.

«I’ve been like this all afternoon,» he whispered, «I wanted to take you right on that table.» your breath hitched, and it took you a lot of effort not to whimper at his sudden confession. You were so aroused that you wanted to answer that you wouldn’t have mind it, but you didn’t trust your voice and rather opted to keep quiet.

He quickly pushed your panties to the side, smearing your wetness with his index finger; the feeling of Wooyoung smirking against you skin made your head tilt back in order to give him more access to the skin of your neck, knowing that if you weren’t in that situation, he would have made his usual cocky comment about how wet you were already.

Out of the corner of your eyes, San shifted his position, but you were too busy focusing on Wooyoung fingers moving inside you to wonder why he seemed so tense. Wooyoung was quick to cover your mouth with his hand, as a too loud whimper was about to escape your lips as his fingers brushed the sweet spot inside you while scissoring, and he harshly bit the skin on your neck in warning. Your boyfriend eventually stopped as the squelching sound became too loud for his likings – San had also coughed once in warning, and started to work on his belt with extremely slow movements, in order to not make any noise in the clerical silence of the library.

«You need to be quiet now, doll.» he said, his jeans and his boxers now pooling around his knees as he effortlessly picked you up, your skirt pooling around his forearms. «Or you won’t like the punishment» With a nod, you secured your hold by wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and your ankles locked behind his waist.

You bit your lip as his length brushed against your clothed core, pressing against the damp fabric of your panties, and while balancing yourself on his shoulders with one arm, you impatiently reached down, lifting your skirt even more so that you could pull your panties to the side in a silent, needy ask to hurry up.

«So eager,» Wooyoung mumbled, as he let you take control and guide his length inside you. He bottomed out with a single thrust; the hand which was previously on his shoulder now flew on your lips in order to muffle your surprised whimper, trusting Wooyoung on keeping you up against the wooden bookshelf, whose shelves were now pressing against different points of your back. You momentarily closed your eyes, feeling your boyfriend’s thick length filling you up so perfectly, and eventually, he started to move with careful movements, the fact that you weren’t holding yourself up anymore made it seem as he could sink even deeper.

Wooyoung thrusts were slow and deep – in order to not give away what you were doing, since you were too wet and other people would have easily heard if he decided to speed up his pace. Wooyoung hands – one under your thigh and the other on your hips, were harshly gripping on your skin, and you were sure you would have marks and nail scratches but you loved every second of this brand new experience. Wooyoung’s breath hitched every time you’d consciously clench around him just to tease him even more and feel him even deeper as he moved inside of you.

Glancing at Wooyoung, you knew that now that you took in his appearance, there were not possibilities for you to last long anymore: he had his head thrown back and his cheeks were flushed red, there was a small vein popping on his neck, his jaw was tightly clenched and he would occasionally bite his lip in order not to moan – your boyfriend was very vocal in bed and you loved it.

You pulled on his jacket, and he looked at you with a blissed out expression and hooded eyes blown with lust; balancing yourself once again with your arms around his shoulders, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, as you both chased your orgasm on his deep and slow pace. Your lips remained millimetres apart, sharing the same quiet whimpers, when the sensation of the knot in your stomach suddenly exploded due to a harsher thrust, and your orgasm washed over you unexpectedly, Wooyoung’s hand leaving your thigh to cover your mouth with wide eyes and San quickly coughing twice to muffle your whimper. Your muscles spasmed and you held Wooyoung impossibly close to your body; he eventually came few thrusts later due the fact that you kept clenching impossibly tight around him.

Wooyoung carefully slid out of you, kissing you affectionately as you both tried to recover from this experience, both knowing that probably you would have done it again rather soon. You reached out to style back a strand of hair which fell in front of Wooyoung’s face while he was fastening his leather belt, and he looked at you with a wide smile, mouthing a «Thank you, love.»

«Might as well invite me, next time, kinky fuckers.» San whispered, as he was now facing you while placing the book he had been holding for the entire time in its original place on the shelf.

You and Wooyoung shared a knowing look, since you both often thought about asking San to have sex with you, since that one night where you were so drunk that you confessed your own boyfriend that you would have loved to have sex with San.

As Wooyoung told you what happened once you sobered up, you briefly thought that he was going to leave you, or you were going to fight, but he simply asked you if you wanted to try a threesome. «I mean, San is pretty hot, I don’t blame you.» Wooyoung had said back then, «And plus, I trust him.»

San was still watching the two of you having a silent conversation, the boner in his tight jeans too evident to walk back in the study section right away. You nodded at Wooyoung, which simply smiled at you and shortly kissed your lips by cupping your jaw, and walked towards his friend, hugging his shoulders to explain your idea while mumbling against his ear. You were still leaning on the bookshelf, and as your gaze never faltered from San’s, you distinctively saw his expression mutate from frustration to stupor, before his eyes locked with yours; he nodded at Wooyoung, before walking towards your outstretched hand, and you saw your boyfriend get in the same position San had been in until few moments later.

«Hi, sunshine.» San chuckled, his voice barely above a whisper as his hands hesitantly stopped to hold your waist.

«Hi, San.» you mouthed back, before you captured San’s lips by pulling on the hair on his nape. San’s kisses were almost shy, almost as if he was still trying to process the fact that his best friend’s girlfriend was about to suck him off in a library, with said bestfriend’s approval. As your tongues met, the kiss gradually became more passionate, and your hand started to massage San’s bulge over the fabric of his jeans, absorbing the other’s whimpers with your lips.

Reluctantly, you let go of the other’s lips and quickly kneeled in front of him, grateful that now both Wooyoung’s and San’s bodies were basically hiding your frame, and you both started working on San’s belt with slow movements, your hands slightly trembling due to your eagerness. Truth was, you definitely wouldn’t have minded to suck him off and then get back home with both of them.

As soon as San’s jeans and boxers were midway down his thighs, your lips immediately closed around the tip of his length, San’s left hand immediately locking in your hair; as much as you wanted to take your time to tease him, you knew you were still in public and someone could still have interrupted you, so you had to save the teasing for some other times.

San’s length wasn’t as thick as Wooyoung’s, but it was slightly longer and definitely more veiny. You repeatedly traced said veins with the tip of your tongue, loving how you could see his abdomen tense up with the hand that wasn’t pumping his shaft. Relaxing your throat, you did your best to completely welcome his length into your mouth, swallowing around it and hollowing your cheeks as your head drove back, and San’s hand would still be tightly holding your hair, while the other was desperately gripping the bookshelves in the attempt not to move his hips in order to meet your mouth halfway.

As you licked along his length with your tongue flat, your eyes locked, and San’s expression was enough to drive you on the verge to come untouched. His hair was falling around his face as he was looking down to follow your movements with hooded eyes, his cheeks were flushed red and his plump lips were parted in a constant silent moan. San’s blissed out expression was enough to made you completely swallow his length once again, but this time, San’s hand prevented you from moving back; you relaxed your throat while you sinked your nails in his thighs, used to do this with Wooyoung, and few seconds later, San drove your head back by pulling on your hair.

It didn’t take much for him to come after that, and you settled for eagerly suck on his tip, swirling your tongue around it as you quickly pumped his length with your hand. San came with a loud whimper, and Wooyoung returned the favour of coughing in order to cover it up. You kept sucking on his tip, collecting his come on your tongue before swallowing it, and slowly stood up in front of San, gently brushing his hair out of his face.

«Was that okay?» you asked with a shy smile.

San scoffed, incredulous at your question. «I can’t believe you’re asking this.» he smiled, and you waited for him to fix his clothes before you walked in front of Wooyoung, now leaning against the bookshelf with a pleased smile.

«That’s my good girl.» Wooyoung whispered, leaning in to kiss your forehead, before brushing few strands of hair out of your face. «Now, go and get your things, we’re going back home.» he smiled, his hands quickly travelling on your hips. «San,» he said glancing at his friend, which was still wearing the same incredulous expression. «Care to join us?»

San’s answer came in the form of said boy reaching in the inner pocket of his leather jacket, in order to toss his car keys at Wooyoung, which caught them mid-air.

«I’m home alone for the weekend.» he said, walking behind you in order to lean his chin on your shoulder, his hands on your lips, right above Wooyoung’s.

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ceruleancattail · 4 months

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ehehe—

…one will walk you home on a rainy day, the other will magicwheel you through the rain…

CHRIS THIS WAS A WILDLY UNPROKED ATTACK WJANAKWKWKKW AHHHHHH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WEAK I AM FOR LEATHER JACKETS AND LIKE THE WHOLE VIBE OF YOUR GREASER AU I AM SHAKING YOU LIKE A RATTLE OK SHKWMWKAKSKWKW

I love how Cater looks so much more deranged as a soc AHAHAHAHAH!!!! Biker boy Cater is just…. UGRHHHH IWKAKAKSKIW VERY ATTRACTIVE AND I HATE IT OH MY GOD

Only Chris’s art would make me act up for cater

But omg this guy really using the rain as an excuse to get with Ceru is🙄🙄🙄/j im just delusional don’t worry about it

Most likely he’ll just use Ceru as a living bank, considering that they’re remarkably easy to fluster, and fool…

But what about your dearest, huh? Your precious Rook Hunt?

Hands stained with dark splotches of grease and oil. His leather jacket stretched across the muscle of his back, sleeves slipping up ever so slightly to reveal toned forearms. He greets you with a placid smile and a nod, always ready with some odd, elaborate compliment for you.

There’s a new one everyday, weirdly enough. Part of you wishes he’ll stop, but there’s a curiosity that keeps you coming right back to the corner Rook’s ever so fond of hanging out. It’s a curiosity, you tell yourself. Just to see what antics he’ll come up with today.

Although you’ll find yourself a little… upset if you see him lavishing the same attention to anyone else.

He buys cigarettes from you. Never in bulk, just one pack of that same particular brand every time. You’ve questioned him about it, and all he did was chuckle, ruffling your hair. It’s a brand one of his favourite movie star smoked on set . It’s his little way of paying homage to them, really.

And besides, it’s the brand you just can’t seem to sell out, no? Rook’s just doing you a favour, don’t sweat it. Unless you’ll like to repay him, hm?

His fingers slides under your chin, pressing firmly into your jaw. Barely enough to bruise, he’ll never mar your lovely ski … yet it was strong enough to hurt. Rook held you with enough strength for your bones to throb, pain flaring throughout your flesh.

Y’know, he’ll prefer if it was your hands delivering blow after blow on his form, instead of the roughed up punks Rook somehow meets every time he walks through your neighbourhood.

Rook’s been watching you for awhile, Y’know? He’s pretty sure his pretty little nightingale has some claws, tucked deep into her palms.

So why don’t you show him what exactly his little kitty cat can do?

#the mage’s hat 🎩#twisted wonderland #greaser au #cater diamond #cater #rook hunt

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onestepbackwards · 1 year

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Our Angel Pt. 3

Hello! Welcome to part 3 of my Greaser Submas x reader series!

I will admit, I kinda struggled this chapter. I had a lot going on when writing this. Regardless, I still hope you all enjoy this short chapter!

Summary: It has been a few days since Emmet had left your home. Just as you are about to give up hope on seeing him again, a stranger who looks just like him knocks in your door…

CW: minor mentions of injuries, mentions of getting jumped, mentions of toxic family

Word Count: 2825 Words!

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It had been a few days since Emmet had snuck out of your bedroom window.

Just as you had predicted, you haven’t seen him since that day.

It honestly was a little… disappointing.

The thought was silly, that you kinda wanted to see the greaser again. He had been a little goofy, but he was sweet. Even if he was a flirt.

It made your life interesting, for a day. For the first time in years, just helping a guy out had made you feel more alive than you have in a long time.

Because of this, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your mind.

He had been such a breath of fresh air! …If you don’t count the fact that you had been terrified for two days that he might die in your bathtub.

When he was fine(ish) though, he had been nice. A lot nicer than at least half the people you knew.

You just hoped it wasn’t the concussion doing most of the talking. However, you had your doubts you would ever find out.

He hadn’t come back, after all. Nor had you seen heads or tails of him on your walks back from campus.

“Figures…” you mumbled, head in hand as you sat at your desk. At least you got to experience it when you did. It would be a fun story to tell when you were finally free of this place.

Though you would admit, when the doorbell rang, your hopes shot up.

You squashed them down, of course. No doubt it was a friend of your parents or a salesman or something.

At first you tried to ignore it. Your parents weren’t home, after all, and you didn’t want to deal with someone selling you something. Or even worse, your dad’s stupid work friends, or your mom’s friends from her book club.

After a second series of knocks, however, you heaved out a sigh. Closing your book, you left your room, and headed to the front door.

You opened it, already putting a fake smile on your face, preparing to deal with whoever was willing to bother you.

“Hello, how may I….”

The words died in your throat, however, when your eyes met silver ones.

He was back.

At first, you fully believed it was Emmet. Silver hair, silver eyes, similar get up. However, something was off about him.

This guy… he had no injuries.

When Emmet had left your home, he had a nasty black eye, bruises everywhere, a busted lip… you doubted he could heal that quickly.

He also had his hair parted slightly different, and his clothes were completely black, instead of the white shirt. A small detail, but you felt it was off.

There also seemed to be what you assumed as a tattoo of some sort peeking out just from under the mans’s jacket collar on his neck. You had seen Emmet shirtless, and he definitely didn’t have that tattoo as far as you remembered.

Then there was the frown on his face. It was something that seemed so out of place for Emmet. However, he didn’t seem upset. In fact, he straightened up almost excitedly when you pulled open the door.

You both stared at each other for a moment, neither saying a word.

He was just as pretty as Emmet was. Were they siblings?

The man seemed to snap out of it after a moment, and began to speak.

“Hello there. I am Ingo, Emmet’s twin brother.”

You blinked, perked up, and took that in.

It made sense. You were sure if you hadn't seen Emmet with all those wounds, they’d be practically identical. The only differences being the smile, clothing choices, and the way they part their hair.

“How is he? Is he alright? Are his injuries healing okay?”

At that moment, a switch flipped in Ingo’s mind, and you didn’t even know it.

But you did see his eyes grow a teeny bit wider.

It seemed he wasn’t as expressive as Emmet was.

“Yes! Thanks to you, he is healing up nicely! There haven’t been any issues so far with his healing.”

You slumped against the doorframe, relieved. If you were being honest with yourself, the thought of his well being had been weighing on you since he left that day. If he even made it home, or recovered at all.

“Oh thank goodness. I had wondered if he was alright after sneaking out after being unconscious for so long. With those injuries too, no less.”

Giving Ingo a small smile, you didn’t notice how his cheeks had grown slightly pink.

“Thank you so much for letting me know!”

Now you would hopefully be able to sleep a bit better at night, knowing Emmet was gonna be okay.

This man, Ingo, you think he said his name was, cleared his throat.

“I wanted to give you this.”

You stared at him blankly for a moment, before looking down.

He was holding out a piece of paper in his hand. Hesitantly, you took it from his grasp.

Much to your surprise, it was a set of numbers, along with his name written in cursive. Not something you expected from a greaser, but you knew from Emmet looks were deceiving.

“Are you… giving me your number?” You asked, feeling your face heat up as it really hit you over what he had given you.

You… never had a guy’s phone number before outside of school, since that was always for projects…

Ingo gave you a look, one you had a feeling was a more serious one than his regular face.

“Yes. If you need anything, anything at all, call me. I’ll take care of it for you.”

Shock must of been evident on your face, becuas his look seemed to shift into a somewhat amused one. His frown wasn’t as prominent, and the look in his eyes seemed lighter.

“But… why?” You asked, genuinely confused. He didn’t even know you, and you had a feeling having this guy’s favor was probably a big deal.

He tilted his head at you, confused as to why you would ask.

“Because you saved Emmet’s life. We both owe you a great debt. If you had not helped him, he very well could have died.”

His words settled into your stomach like rocks. Yeah, you knew he was in bad shape, but thinking how Emmet could have died without your help was an unsettling thought.

“Ah…” you only managed to mumble.

You then let out a squeak when Ingo was suddenly directly in front of you. His right are rested against the door frame above you, and his other hand was suddenly gently grabbing your chin.

“I mean it. Anything you want or need, it will be yours. I know Emmet is especially desperate to do anything you wish.”

Your face was red, and you found yourself sputtering at the sudden shift and contact. It didn’t help you swore you could see a smirk pushing through that ever present frown.

“We owe you so much. Please, even if it’s just to talk, call or message me.” He asked, having you look at him. Gone were the traces of the smirk, and his face seemed serious again.

Slowly, you nodded.

“I-… okay.” You agreed, you heart hammering in your chest.

All you were doing was agreeing to take his number and tell him if you needed anything, so you didn’t have to call him…

But the thought of getting to make sure Emmet got better whispered into the back of your mind. This way, you could make sure he was okay….

This was a risky game though. You knew greasers were trouble, so you would be playing with fire the more you associated with them.

Though you couldn’t help but wonder; was it really that bad that you wanted to talk to them, to make sure one was okay? They certainly didn’t seem all that bad…

Unaware of your inner turmoil, Ingo backed away, though he seemed much happier and brighter than when you had first opened the door.

“Excellent! Now, would you like to-“

Before he could finish, your phone made a small jingle, signaling your mother had messaged you. Ignoring Ingo, you scrambled for the device, and opened your messages.

Your heart nearly fell in your stomach. It seems your mother’s shopping trip was ending early, saying she couldn’t find everything she needed and would be home shortly.

Panicking, you didn’t notice the look of concern on Ingo’s face as you slipped your phone back into your pocket.

“I-I’m sorry, but you have to leave.”

The man’s eyes widened, taken aback by your sudden panic.

“What? Why-“

You shushed him, and looked further out the door and down the street.

“My mother is on her way home. If she sees you, she’ll freak out and start yelling. She’ll probably call the cops too.”

Quickly, with a quiet ‘sorry’, you grabbed his shoulder, and turned him around. You pushed him down the sidewalk towards what you assumed was his car.

“I’m so sorry, but she can’t see you. I promise to try and message or something, but for your sake, you must leave!”

You absolutely hated doing this to him. He seemed nice, if not a bit more reserved than Emmet. But you knew if your mother saw a greaser of all guys talking to you, she’d blow a gasket. She’d make accusations, scream, yell, probably ground you…

Then she would tell your father, who would make things worse. He may even go as far as to pull money for your tuition, or even try to get these guys arrested for just talking to you.

Even as an adult, you were still shackled to your parent’s wills.

Thankfully, Ingo didn’t resist you, and quickly walked with you to his car. Before he went to his door to get in, he gave you a look.

“Are you going to be okay, Angel?” He asked, his voice surprisingly soft compared to how loud it had been before.

You blinked, brain nearly freezing at the nickname.

“I-Yes-I’ll be fine. I’m more worried about what could happen to you. I can’t be seen talking to you or Emmet by my parents, and my mother is on her way home.”

Ingo’s lips tightened into a fine line, and he gave you a brisk nod.

Before he turned to walk over to the driver's side of his car, he surprised you.

He grabbed your hand, and pulled it up to his lips, giving the back of your hand a kiss.

You sputtered, feeling hot all over again.

He smirked against the back of your hand, before releasing you.

“Take care, Angel. I look forward to hearing from you.”

You almost didn’t register his words, too flustered from the gesture. It wasn’t until he climbed into his car, and shut the door, that you were taken out of your daze.

“W-Wait, I-“

He drove off with a wave before your brain could finish catching up.

Standing there a bit dumbly, you could only watch as his car turned a corner, and out of your sight. You ended up not moving for a few minutes, nearly jumping in surprise when your mother drove up behind you with a honk.

Spinning around, she rolled down the window as she pulled over closer to the sidewalk where you stood.

“Hey sweetie! Why are you standing out here?” She asked, a bit confused. She even tried to look in the direction you were facing, trying to see what you were looking at.

“Um…” you spoke, trying to keep the panic out of your voice.

“There were some rowdy kids on bikes yelling just a minute ago down the street. I was just…. Seeing if there was anything wrong.”

Your mother tutted, and then scoffed.

“Probably just some no good brats from a few blocks down. Don’t worry about them dear, they are nothing but trouble. They would drag you down just for wanting to help.”

She then rolled up her window and began to pull into the driveway, but you hardly noticed. Your mothers words echoed in your ears as you followed her inside to help woth groceries.

‘They would drag you down just for wanting to help.’

Would they, though?

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Ingo stared hard at the drivers wheel in the driveway at home, heart racing.

You, he didn’t know what to expect when he met you…

And yet…

You were so cute and sweet!

He had wondered if Emmet had exaggerated at all when he talked about you, but given how Emmet seemed so infatuated…

It made Ingo wonder just what was so special about you before.

His brother didn’t talk about you like you were just some flame he wanted to win over, oh no. He talked like he had been in love.

That had been surprising to Ingo.

Both twins had their fair share of partners, but neither had acted like this before.

No doubt Emmet will throw a fit when he finds out Ingo went to see you on his own without taking him, but Ingo had to see you in person. He had to see what kind of a person you were without his brother nearby.

Only the best would be allowed to properly date his baby brother, instead of just being a small flame for fun.

After meeting you, Ingo began to understand. You fit that criteria perfectly.

Ingo now knew why Emmet was so infatuated with you.

You were already cute, that much was certain. You were gorgeous, even.

But Emmet hadn’t been kidding when he said how sweet and kind you were.

How you were so worried for his brother still, who was a stranger to you.. Ingo knew right then and there that Emmet had not been exaggerating one bit. You, someone who didn’t know either of them, truly cared if Emmet was recovering.

You didn’t even care if you were talking to a greaser, you just genuinely cared if a stranger was okay.

Ingo felt his heart skip a beat in that moment. You really were an angel.

When he gave you his number, you didn’t even seem scared, or excited. That last bit may be a surprise, but given him and his brother were leaders of their group, many people wanted to be in their favor.

You just seemed a little hesitant and confused. He decided to take that as a good sign.

Ingo then sighed, pressing his head against the steering wheel once more.

It wasn’t uncommon for him and Emmet to share a partner, they both had similar tastes after all.

But he knew Emmet was already possessive and protective of you. There was a good chance he’d fight about it after he learned of Ingo’s own interest.

“Oh hell…” he mumbled. He couldn’t fight with Emmet. Not yet. Not when he was still healing.

After that?

It was fair game.

Until then, all he had to look forward to was you messaging or calling him.

Ingo’s frown then deepened after he thought about it.

Would you be able to safely?

You had seemed rather spooked when you got a message on your phone, mentioning something about how your mother can’t see him with you. All for his sake, you had said, but he felt there was a lot more to it than that.

Emmet mentioned you had him sneak out a window, that he would most likely have the cops called on him by your parents if they saw him.

Add that with what little tidbit he learned today… he wasn’t liking the picture that was forming in his head.

Were you safe? Were you okay?

Ingo began to also understand what Emmet meant when he would mention he was worried for his Angel.

Ingo gripped the steering wheel.

He had to figure this out, nor would he just let you sip through their fingers. You were a diamond in the rough, he could already tell.

If you didn’t want them? Fine, they could live with that. They could be happy being your friends and protecting you.

But oh, they wanted you. You really were an angel.

One Ingo had decided, they both would do just about anything for.

Now all he had to do was wait for you to call or message him. He’d take this slow, and let you lead. Ingo was sure Emmet was thinking the same thing, even now.

Thrumming his fingers against the wheel, he heaved out a sigh.

Until then, he had to go inside, and pray Emmet was still in bed healing.

You would no doubt be incredibly upset if he hurt himself again, after all. Something Ingo proudly used against Emmet when he tried to crawl out of bed.

Ingo grinned, happy to finally have a means of temporarily wrangling in his brother.

Yes, Ingo would enjoy this opportunity while it lasted.

#pokemon #submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #submas x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #greaser au #greaser!submas #greaser!ingo #greaser!emmet #pokemon x reader #zed.writes #Our Angel

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themissbanshee · 1 year

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The beautiful greaser is in the works!

#welcome home #traditional art #sketch #wally darling #welcome home puppet show #work in progress #wip #wally darling x you #wally darling x reader #wally darling welcome home #greaser au #greaser wally darling

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paintergoof12 · 2 months

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This is 12 years after the Greaser AU takes place. So Wally is 30, and YN is 29. After a 'lonly night' Wally finally called YN.

#welcome home #welcome home puppet show #wally au #wally darling #yn #greaser #greaser au #12 years later #wip

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the-grimm-writer · 1 year

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Opposites

(Greaser! Dabi x Reader)

warnings: major character death, non-con, breeding kink, manipulation, drug use, drinking, misogyny, slight bondage

honestly just using the 1960s aesthetic (not the accurate time cause it sucks ass) because who doesn’t want scummy greaser dabi

Dabi felt his lips stretch into a mocking smirk as he watched the preppy male in front of him struggling to get up. He slowly stood up and gave him a fierce glare that could make other people intimidated, but did nothing but make the greaser laugh.

Struggling to catch his breath as he coughed up blood, he sneered. "Kicking someone when they're down, huh? Real mature. Even if I don't win this I'm still a bigger man than you'll ever be.” He sauntered towards him and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to collapse onto the hot concrete.

“Like I’m concerned about what a little bitch’s definition of a man is,” Dabi retaliated, rolling his eyes. “Not so tough now, huh?”

The brunette looked up at him, golden eyes connecting with electric blue. “Whatever, just stay away from (Y/n).”

He raised his eyebrows, feigning innocence.”I’m sorry, who’s that? You’ll have to refresh my memory.” He was taunting him, both of them knew that. Instead of thinking about it too much, Dabi decided he wouldn’t let him respond, not wanting to hear him go on about his beloved girlfriend.

“Kai! Kai!” Dabi had his foot raised, ready to kick him again, and everyone turned their attention to you, running towards them.

“(Y/n)?” Kai groaned. “What are you doing here? Get out of here, quick!"

You shook your head, dropping to your knees beside him. "I'm not leaving here without you!” Dabi crossed his arms, looking down at your injured boyfriend with narrowed eyes as you were trying your best to comfort him. Finally, you turned to him.

"Oh hey, doll!" Dabi grinned. "Fancy seeing you here. Say, why don't you ditch this loser and come with me? I'll show you what a good time really is." He winked.

You frowned, pretty (e/c) eyes darkening as you scowled at him. "Why are you doing this? Leave him alone!"

He shrugged. "He punched me first, it was self defense, really.”

Kai held on to you as you helped him back up. You were a little surprised Dabi didn’t charge at him again but you weren’t about to complain. You knew that he wasn’t entirely wrong but you still decided to focus on your boyfriend.

You wrapped your arm around Kai. “You know what? I don’t care who started it, it’s over now.”

Dabi rolled his eyes, swimming with annoyance, mixed with amusement. “You need to relax, doll. The whole goody two shoes act is no fun.”

You began walking back, trying no to give him a reaction like he wanted. All he was trying to do was get a rise out of you. You weren’t like Kai, you had no interest in petty fights or useless arguments.

Walking away with Kai, you finally stopped when you were far away enough, in a fairly vacant parking lot. He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, hissing softly in pain.

A frown made its way to your face as you looked at him. He was bruised up, Dabi obviously had the upper hand in that fight. You weren’t surprised, tough as Kai was, he picked fights for fun, while having everything handed to him. “You need to stop doing that.”

You shook your head when Kai decided to play innocent. “Stop doing what? I didn’t do anything wrong,” he protested.

“Antagonizing them!” You sighed. “Honestly, Kai, who cares if they’re on the wrong side of the track, I’m pretty sure if you left them alone they would do the same.”

He sighed. “So what if I mess with them a little bit? They’re always terrorizing our area.”

Deciding now wasn’t the time to point out that his little friends that followed him around like he was a king did the exact same thing to them, you just brushed off what he said. “I’m serious,” you protested as he grabbed your hands and pulled you against him. “You could get seriously injured one of these days.”

He could tell that you were getting annoyed with him so he leaned towards you, smiling. “Aw, you can’t stay mad at me. Let me make it up to you, I promise I won’t let it happen again.”

You tried to stay upset, you really did, but you couldn’t help but smile. You reached up and kissed his lips. "Remember to be over at my house at six, my parents want you over for dinner.”

Neither of you were aware of the piercing cerulean eyes staring at the both of you with an envious rage. You didn't notice Dabi's friends having to hold him back the moment your lips connected, calming him down as you walked away hand in hand. He let them hold him back, knowing he would do something irrational if they weren’t.

Kai smiled at you,following the path to your home. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” You hummed softly in response, hoping that was true.

You had patiently waited. The hours blurred together, and suddenly you were being called down for dinner, the scent of your mothers cooking filled the house. The longer you waited, the more anxious you became, leg shaking as you sat at the table, passing the salad bowl around the table once you had some. You looked up. “Can I be excused from the table please? I need to call Kai real quick, to see what’s going on.”

When you were excused, you made your way to the telephone, putting his number in on the rotary dial. Kai walked you home, and you had reminded him to come back in a few hours. Now you were standing with the phone pressed to your ear, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for an answer.

“Helloooo?” You stiffened as you were greeted with slurred speech.

You looked back as laughter filled the table, your little brother telling a story about what happened at his school that day.

“Seriously? You’ve been drinking? Kai, you were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You kept your tone hushed, resisting the urge to scream at him so as to not disturb anyone.

“Babe, don’t be mad,” you could hear obnoxious laughter in the background, and you’d met his friends enough times to recognize their voices. “My buddies came over, and I lost track of time.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, praying that you didn’t lose your patience with him while your family was in the house. “Whatever. Just - forget about it. I’ll make up an excuse for you.”

You could hear the grin in his voice. “I knew I could count on you. I love you.”

“Kai!” You heard a feminine voice call out when you were about to speak, it didn’t sound familiar to you. “Get over here, baby, you’re missing all the fun!”

That was the last straw, ignoring the way he tried to tell you it wasn’t what it seemed. "Asshole," you whisper hissed, “Kai Chisaki I wish we never met.” You ignored his drunken protests to not hang up on him.

You loved Kai, at least, you think you did. But sometimes you couldn't stand him. You stood up for him, even though you knew he was in the wrong, you're always there for him. You've forgiven him for all the stupid shit he's done and even tried to help him. And he can't even return the favor by doing this little thing for you.

Tears sprung in your eyes and you slammed the phone back onto it’s holder, not realizing that would be the last time you ever talked to him. You dried your eyes before making your way back to the dinner table.

"(Y/n)?" Your parents questioned, concerned. "Is everything alright?"

You nodded. It wasn't like you could tell them, sometimes you felt like they loved Kai more than you. They thought he was a golden boy that could do no wrong. "Yeah, everything's fine, something just came up at his work. He has to stay in late and can’t make it," you lied easily.

"What a good kid," your father nodded in approval. Your brother rolled his eyes, and you mentally agreed with him.

He never hid his dislike for your boyfriend, and sometimes you didn't blame him. The biggest reason why you didn't break up with him most of the time was because your parents would be more devastated than you'd be. That, and you knew he'd lose his shit and hurt not only himself, but others while he was at it. He didn’t handle his liquor well, a fact you had the dismay of living with.

Taking a shaky breath, you swiftly changed the subject, pretending to be interested in your dad’s work. It was a short dinner, one that seemed longer than it actually was because of your impatience. As soon as everyone finished you started to clean up, volunteering to do so as everyone went to the living room. You liked doing the dishes as much as the next person but it was a nice distraction from your thoughts.

You took your time, making sure that every dish was spotless before drying and putting them all away in their proper spots. Then you went over to spend some “quality family time” with your parents and little brother. Really, it was just watching television but if it made them happy, you would do it.

Your father would sit on the couch with a cigar in his mouth, constantly reminiscing about how in his days it was all black and white pictures, with some of them silent films still. You laughed softly to yourself as your sibling groaned and said what you were all thinking, “Get with the times, old man.”

You wished that your life was as easy as these moments. Where the image of a cookie cutter family wasn’t just an act. You didn’t have to worry about the nights you spent with your little brother clinging onto you for comfort as you hid in your room, your parents spent the early hours of the morning in a screaming fit. It was peaceful, and you just prayed that it would stay that way for the rest of the night. But it was never worth getting your hopes up just to get set up for disappointment.

Upset with the recent events, you excused yourself after an episode of an old black and white show you weren’t paying attention to ending. Just using the excuse that you needed to file for some more scholarships. Your parents had quickly given you the okay, glad you were always taking studies seriously, even in the summer. Your parents didn’t know that you were just staying there for the summer until you got into your choice of university, which was far, far away from here.

You hoped your parents didn’t come up to your room, because you just went in and plopped down on your bed, staring up at your ceiling. You let out a huff before closing your eyes. You didn’t know what you were going to do about Kai, you thought sleepily, and for now deciding you’d sleep off the stress.

It was eerily quiet in your house as you walked down stairs the next morning. It creeped you out a little bit, looking around. Had you gotten up earlier than you thought you had and everyone was still asleep?

Your mom was on the couch crying silently, your father right beside her, rubbing her back, looking on the verge of crying himself but pushed it down. You rushed over to them, thinking that a close friend or family member must have passed or got into an accident.

At the sight of you, your mother started crying harder, making you step back. “What’s going on?” You said softly, knowing your brother was still upstairs asleep.

“Sit down, (Y/n),” your father responded hushly. You immediately sat down as you were told. He pressed his lips together, a grimm look on his face. “It’s Kai… He was found dead this morning in the fields. A couple found him and immediately reported it. He was shot.”

Your breath caught in your throat, feeling like time had stopped. You were glad that you were sitting down or else you would have fallen, your knees feeling weak. “Dead?” He nodded, making you feel nauseous.

“You can stay home for the day, I know it’s a lot of process.” You agreed, letting your parents pull you into a tight hug before sending you upstairs back to bed.

Sitting back down on the bed, staring at the floor, hoping that you were just in shock and not crying. You curled back, snuggling into the blankets, that sick feeling in your stomach still there.

The days blurred together leading up to the funeral. You stayed at home for most of it, but you were eager to get back to your life. And besides, you were beginning to look forward to a life without Kai. You’d been planning on breaking up with him anyways, but this way you didn’t have to deal with the backlash that would come with it.

It got old quickly. The sympathetic stares, the fake offers and comments that they’re there if you ever need to talk to somebody. Even your teachers were going easy on you. You didn’t want special treatment because your boyfriend was dead.

You didn’t smoke, not falling for the propaganda that they were actually healthy for you, but at the moment you craved one; suddenly understanding why some of your friends who smoked while under stress.

Getting dressed in the only black dress that you owned and a pair of mary janes, you followed your family out to the car, all of them dressed in their dark attire.

You felt guilty for the most part just wanting to get this over with. You wished that you were more sympathetic, but Kai had made you so fucking mad the months following up to his death, you knew he was leading himself into a hole.

In a sick sense, you had been expecting this to happen. Especially since he liked to pick fights with the kids on the other side of town. Nights of getting drunk and being a dick wouldn’t end well, and it was obvious that he was going to piss the wrong person off one day.

It was a closed casket funeral for obvious reasons, and half the town there for the golden boy's funeral. You numbly accepted the hugs and even more prayers and condolences. You felt your head start to pound as you watched the ones he insisted were his best friends speak about him, obviously leaving out all the illegal shit that they did together.

Your eyes narrowed. They encouraged his dangerous behavior, therefore they were just as responsible for his death as the one that shot him. You ignored them, your glares enough to keep them from coming up to you. You didn’t do a speech, which you were glad that everyone accepted. You dropped a singular red rose on top of it before walking away from it.

One girl in particular caught your eye. She wasn’t from town, and most definitely not from your school. She was sitting in a corner, alone. Curious, you went up to her, needing to know who she was and how she was connected to Kai.

“It’s tragic, isn’t it?” You asked, sitting down next to her, legs crossed.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, wiping them away with a cloth, turning to you. “I can’t believe that he’s dead. I genuinely believed we had a connection.”

You sat down next to her, crossing your legs. “Really? Tell me more. Were you and Kai together?”

She ran her hand through her hair. “Well, we’d been talking for a few months, and we went out a couple times. I was really hoping he’d ask me to be his girlfriend, and the night he died I really thought he was going to.”

You clenched your fists. “Girlfriend?”

She sniffled, nodding her head. “Yeah, but he never made it official. I never knew why until… oh.” You could see the panic on her face as she put two and two together. “God, you’re his girlfriend, aren’t you? (Y/n). I’m so sorry!”

A part of you wanted to snap at her, scream and tell her to leave, slap her. But you know that it wasn’t her fault. She was just another soul added to the long list of people that Kai had manipulated.

You let out a shaky breath and stood up. “It’s fine. You should be thankful you weren’t his girlfriend.” You weren’t as fortunate.

But unlike him, you were dealing with the consequences of his actions even beyond when he was dead. And it pissed you off to no end.

Not wanting to deal with this any longer, you hurried up and said your goodbyes, promising the Chisakis you would stop by for dinner one of these nights and kissed his adopted baby sister Eri on the cheek before you left. You alerted your parents you’d be walking home and rushed off.

It was so bright outside, just like the day you’d last seen him alive. With friends sitting together in their cars and chatting with one another, smiling and laughing. Kids running around, embracing their childhood, eating soft ice cream as they screamed with delight while they chased after each other. Delinquents in ripped jeans and leather jackets that stayed huddled together talked among themselves. You almost relaxed, but failed because that’s when you thought about Kai some more.

A frown fell onto your face as you recalled different memories. Like the time he’d snuck into your home when he knew you were alone babysitting your little brother, blacked out drunk, grabbed your hand and told you that he couldn’t live without you, ignoring how you told him he couldn’t be there. “God, I hate him so much,” you whispered to yourself, thinking that no one was close enough to hear you.

Laughter interrupted your inner monologue. That, and bumping shoulders with someone. “That’s the spirit, tell me how you really feel.”

Embarrassed, you slowly looked up at the guy you ran into. “Shit. I’m sorry about that, I didn’t see you there.”

He chuckled. “It’s fine. Where’d you just come from? A funeral? Or is it some sort of new fashion trend?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, a funeral…. My boyfriend died. He was shot.”

The blond’s eyes widened, looking sympathetically at you. “Oh. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you.” You finally got a good observation of him. He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue overalls, stained with grease. You were guessing he was a mechanic. Scruff around his chin, and hazel, almost amber colored eyes that shined in the sun.

“I’m Keigo, by the way. But everyone calls me Hawks.” He held his hand out for you to shake and you took it. Now you knew why he looked familiar, your friend had taken her car over to the repair shop and wouldn’t stop raving about the hot mechanic that worked there.

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n), huh? I know who you are now.” He perked up, looking all too happy to be talking to somebody that just left a funeral.

You tilted your head, confused. “Really, how so?”

“Dabi.” He smiled, changing the topic. “I almost forgot, where’s my manners?” He dug from his pocket and held out a carton of Marlboro cigarettes that was half empty. “You want a cancer stick of your own?”

You shook your head politely. “No thanks, I don’t smoke.”

Hawks nodded in approval. “Good. Don’t start, kid. It’s a nasty habit. Really don’t recommend it.” He dug out a red lighter at the end of the last sentence and lit his own. He let out a puff of smoke before speaking up again. “You know, I’m glad that I ran into you. I was hoping I would, Dabi was just talking about you and I wanted to get a look at you myself.”

You were confused, but started walking again with him following you. “Why was he talking about me?”

He shrugged. “It’s a small town, people talk. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“It’s fine…”

“Anyways, where are you heading?” He tilted his head, messy blond hair falling against his forehead as he did so.

You turned to him. “Home. What about you?”

“Anywhere and everywhere.” He draped his arm around your shoulders, and for some reason you decided to just let him. “Ya know, Dabi may seem like a mean ol’ man but he’s actually soft at heart. Don’t tell him I said that though,” he added. “He may get into fights and gets high off his ass in his free time, but he’s a good guy, promise. And a hard worker.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Are you trying to set me up with him or something?”

He chuckled. “It depends, is it working?”

“No,” you said bluntly. “I quite literally just got out of a relationship. He died before we even broke up.”

“Who said it has to be a relationship?” He smirked down at you. “You can just fuck him, let all those frustrations loose. He’d be all too happy to oblige. Hell, I’d offer myself if Dabs wasn’t my pal.”

You shrugged him off, aggravated now, nose scrunching to hide how his vulgar words flustered you. “That’s disgusting.”

Keigo pulled you back. “Wait! Just think about it.” He sighed when you narrowed your eyes at him. “C’mon, what do these little boot lickers do for fun anyways? Tip cows? Speed down the dirt roads drunk? Steal from the convenient mart for the thrill, not a necessity? Use daddy’s money to get away with shit everyone does anyways? I think you’re one of the good ones, though, so you should hang with us. Live a little.”

If you were one of the “good ones” like he said then you wouldn’t even be considering his offer. You would say no and rush away, but you were still curious. Besides, it was a breath of fresh air that he wasn’t treating you like some delicate flower that was about to wilt. You usually avoided parties, but going to one where no one knew your name or situation sounded refreshing; a much needed break.

You almost wanted to slap yourself as you said, “Fine. I’ll think about it.” Both of you knew that he’d convinced you to go.

He grinned, digging out of his pocket a piece of paper with an address on it. “I heard that as a yes. See you then. Promise you won’t regret it.”

You already were, getting home. Even on your worst days you wouldn’t dream of lying to your parents, but the opportunity quickly presented itself when your little brother rushed over to your parents, begging them to let him go to a sleepover one of his friends was holding.

Honesty was the best policy, but one little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone as long as it was a secret, right?

You let out a shaky breath. “Can I spend the night at my friend’s too?” You wrapped your arm around your little brother. “I’ll even walk him over to his friend’s before going over there.”

Your parents looked all too happy to agree, almost making you feel guilty for lying to them. “Of course you can!” Your mother beamed. “Just be careful, you two. Stay close to each other.”

Walking up the stairs, you packed some things for your brother and then yourself, quickly grabbing a nice dress. It was your favorite one. Then you walked hand in hand with your brother, the sun setting which meant all the kids were already inside for the night and the teens and adults were wandering around doing gods know what.

You almost chickened out when your brother nearly tripped from running towards the front door of his friends after giving you a quick hug. You took deep breaths as you hid behind one of the houses, getting dressed as quick as you could, praying that no one happened to walk or drive by as you did so.

Satisfied,you made sure your hair was the way you liked it before you began walking once again. Going back and forth, you contemplated the pros and cons.

On one side, it was a new experience. That’s what life was all about, wasn’t it? On the other hand, so many things could happen. You didn’t know anyone, and they could easily hurt you when it came down to it. Your small area in town was considered “safe” so you never had to worry about self defense.

You discussed it with yourself the entire time, and before you knew it you were standing at the front door. There was music blasting, even outside you could feel the bass of drums and guitar in your chest. A bunch of cars were parked outside, most of them old and rusty, a few diamonds in the dozen that were squeaky clean with leather seats and a shiny paint job. For some reason those were the ones that you wanted to avoid.

There were voices talking and screaming, so when you knocked, you doubted that anyone heard it but you still thought that it was polite to do it before opening the door and stepping inside.

This wasn’t a place you’d consider your normal spot. Most of your friends would flip if they saw you even remotely in this area.

It wasn’t trashy, that wasn’t the right word for it, and you didn’t want to be rude. It was a low income area, different from the suburbs you grew up in. The houses were a whole lot smaller and rural, kinda dirty but not too terrible. You looked around, hoping nothing went wrong tonight because you knew well nobody would be calling the police if you did.

Nervously, you scanned the small (yet large, considering the size of the place) crowd, regretting your choice of clothing. Your dress was too clean, proper for this type of party. You hoped that you could find Keigo, or even Dabi fast. You shifted uncomfortably as some heads turned to get a good look at you.

Luckily you didn’t have time to panic as you were getting stared at like you were a piece of meat, connecting with a pair of amber eyes. He’d been talking to a pair of girls, but at the sight of you he excused himself and made a b-line towards you.

Keigo grinned and quickly wrapped his arms around you in a lazy hug. There was something charming about the blond, you couldn’t help but feel comfortable with him. You hugged him back. “I’m glad you could make it, kid. I was getting worried you weren’t going to come for a second there.”

You smiled, tense. “I was thinking about it,” you admitted. “But I decided to say screw it.”

He chuckled. “A drink will make you less tense, trust me. You can get it over there.” He pointed, and you could hardly see the kitchen he was pointing to through the puffy clouds of smoke.

You nodded, walking over there, missing Dabi that was right behind you, standing beside Keigo as he watched you worm your way through the crowd.

Dabi shook his head, playfully hitting him. “I could kill you, you know?”

His best friend let out a bout of obnoxious laughter. “But you won’t!” He jeered. “After all that I’ve done for you.” He pouted and rubbed his shoulder where Dabi punched him. “What was that for?”

He rolled his eyes and scanned the crowd for you. “For annoying me. And for making (Y/n) come here without telling me first.”

“There’s this thing called surprises, maybe you should pick up a book once in a while if you can’t tell what that is,” he teased.

“Fuckin nerd.” Dabi pushed him back. “Thanks man, I’m going to go find her now.”

You were easy to spot, Dabi almost laughed as he saw your dress. Not because you looked ridiculous, he thought you were cute enough to eat. You just looked like a lamb in a room full of wolves. And he knew others got whiff of that too, so before they could do anything stupid like make a move on you, he sauntered over to you.

“Long time, no talk.”

You looked at him, trying your hardest not to check him out. He was painfully attractive, and you could see why half the girls in town secretly drooled over him. “It’s only been… two weeks.” Two long, painful weeks, for the both of you, but for very different reasons.

“Too long to be away from such a pretty face.” You waved him off, thinking that he was just joking.

Dabi observed you, laughing when you took a sip of the drink you’d grabbed and scrunched your nose, nearly coughing from how strong it was, the liquor burning your throat all the way down. You set the solo cup down when you finished it. Your cheeks were already flushed, and you had that big, proud smile on your face that let him know it was your first time.

He chuckled, turning and pouring you another drink. “Here, this should be more to your liking.”

You took it, taking a cautious sip before your eyes widened. “This is good.”

“There’s more where that came from.”

It always amused him, maybe more than it should have, watching good little things like yourself let loose. He hoped you didn’t crash too fast. The night was only getting started.

You were a lightweight, already laughing away and chatting away like you already knew everyone in the room. Your body buzzed, and you could understand why people liked the feeling so much. But all the new sensations got overwhelming quickly.

You were getting hot, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and shirt clinging to your skin. Noticing, Dabi grabbed your hand, leaning into you. “Let’s step outside for a moment, c’mon.”

You nodded your head and followed him, looking around at all the people and their different attire as he led you outside. You greedily inhaled the fresh air, relieved to get away from the clouds of smoke that were waiting for you back inside.

“So.” He leaned back against the porch railing and looked at you. “How’re you handling Kai’s death? He was a piece of shit, but I’m sorry for your loss, I guess.”

“Nothing.” You blurted out, feeling the giddiness you were feeling from the alcohol start to die down from the thought of your ex.

Dabi looked at you, urging you with his eyes for you to explain.

“I mean, I know that I should be more upset about it, sometimes I feel like a horrible person for not being torn up about it. But a little part of me feels... relieved.” You admitted, much to his shock. “I didn’t even want to be in a relationship with him, I just felt trapped, too pressured into staying with him to do anything. I guess a good chunk of it was because he wasn’t a good guy, not in the way most people thought him to be. I hated it, but could never do anything about it. And it just reminds me of my parents' relationship, pretending everything’s fine and dandy when it’s not. Felt like history repeating itself and I could do nothing about it.”

Dabi listened in silence, processing everything you told him. It had to be the alcohol making you open up. He should’ve known you’d be a lightweight.

You stopped and turned to him. “Sorry for ranting to you. I know what you’re thinking, poor little spoiled girl complaining about her life.”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t think that. I know where you’re coming from.” He smiled bitterly. “The perfect ones are usually the ones with the most to hide.”

You looked out at the other houses, each one worn down, in dire need of an upgrade. Despite not being in the best circumstances, you always admired how close Dabi’s community was.. “I’ve never thought of it that way. But you’re right… Thank you for understanding.”

Dabi nodded, brushing you off. “Yeah, whatever.”

“No.” You walked over to him, having to look up at him. “I really do mean it. Thank you.”

He bent down, a smirk making its way to his face. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think that you’re starting to take a liking to me.”

A smile twisted your lips upwards. “Maybe I am,” you challenged, leaning up so you were almost kissing.

“I would. But you’re not ready for that yet,” he mused.

You always liked challenges. Before the logical side of you took over, the one you knew that would regret ever doing this, you closed your eyes, gently kissing him.

Dabi immediately responded, arms wrapping around your waist, keeping you close until you looked like a couple making out with each other. A euphoric feeling rushed through him. Kissing you felt better than he ever imagined.

You whined against his lips, grinding against him, your hands going to pull at his shirt. He groaned, slowly pulling away. You couldn’t tell it took all his willpower to do so. There were so many things he wanted to say, stuck in his throat, lingering on his smooth pink lips. But it wasn’t something that he wanted to say while you were drunk off your ass and most likely wouldn’t remember it the day after.

He chuckled softly as you pouted, trying to kiss him again. “I thought you wanted me...”

“I do want you.” You smiled as he pushed you against the wall, one hand balancing himself over you, pressing his forehead against yours. “But when I finally take you I want you to be aware. When I have you, you’ll be sober, and I’ll be the only thing that’s on your mind.”

He gave you what you wanted, at least a little bit. A short, sweet kiss on the lips. Enough to feel the warmth of his mouth against your own, the faint taste of whiskey on his tongue. But it didn’t last as long as you would have liked. It was a teasing taste yet it still managed to take your breath away.

Dabi looked smug as he pulled away, grabbing your hand. “Let’s get back inside. We’re missing all the fun.”

You swore that you hated alcohol. Because once you did one shot, it was hard not to do another. Especially since you were in a rowdy crowd, basically pressing the small glass against your lips and encouraging you to drink it. In a blink of an eye one had turned into six.

Everything all blurred together. You drank everything in the red solo cup that Dabi had given you. You couldn’t lie, you liked how the alcohol helped you get loose. You were dancing around, hugging the girls around you, cheering each other on and talking like you were close friends that have known each other for a while instead of complete strangers.

You were grinding against Dabi, a rock and roll song your parents would’ve called the devil’s music and would beat you and send you directly to church if they knew what you were doing.

Dabi wasn’t so different from Kai. But what made him more attractive was that he knew his flaws, and owned them with no hesitation. He didn’t hide behind a fake perfect appearance and you respected that. Maybe it was because he was off limits, or maybe it was because he felt like a breath of fresh air.

The night flew by and you woke up on a raggedy old couch, your head pounding like a drum. The small house reeked of bad decisions. The scent of marijuana and alcohol blended together, and it did nothing but make your head pound even more in protest. You’d never had a hangover before, but you were relieved that you had enough experience taking care of Kai to know what to do. This was just the first time you were on the receiving end of it. You sat up, panicking when you saw someone walking out the hallway.

Messy short blonde hair sticking up in every direction, a scar running down his forehead, you could tell that it’s been healed for a long time but even now it looked painful. He was wearing a white wife beater and black sweatpants, holding a half drank beer bottle in his hand.

He paused for a second, obviously not expecting to come out to his living room to see someone sitting up on their couch so early in the morning. He took the cigar out of his mouth, letting out a puff and pointing it at you. “You look familiar. You were with Dabi, right?”

Flustered, you nodded, getting off the couch. “Yes, I’m so sorry, I’ve never really drank that much before.”

He shrugged. “It happens all the time. There’s a first time for everything.”

You smiled nervously, looking around. You were glad that you hadn’t brought any valuables, because you would have surely lost it. “Dabi…” Did you kiss him last night?

Confused, he just decided to brush it off. “Take your time, kid. Don’t push yourself too hard, the first hangover is always the worst,” he warned.

“I won’t… Do you need help with anything? This seems like a lot of work to do for one person.” The place was trashed. Empty alcohol bottles thrown everywhere, trash and cigarette buts littered the ground, empty pizza boxes on the counter and floor. You tried to ignore the murky colored stains on the carpet. You’d feel guilty if you just left in this condition.

“Nah. I have a few others coming over later on to help, thanks. But you know, come crash here anytime. You’re the only one that’s passed out here and offered to help clean up. I like you already.”

Remembering the time, you were glad that he didn’t accept your offer. Your parents were most likely losing their minds right now. You smiled, waving him goodbye as you left. You liked him too, he seemed like a nice guy. Most of the people you knew would have lost it if a random person was still in their house after a party. Now that you had been in that position, you were glad he wasn’t one of those people.

Rushing to your home, you knew how bad it was going to look. It was mid afternoon, you were supposed to be back home hours ago. First thing in the morning. You tried thinking of excuses you could use when you

Your mother was pacing back and forth across the living room, and your father was sitting on the

“You’re late, young lady.” He said in his stern voice.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time! It’s just, everything is slowly starting to go back to normal and I almost forgot how that feels.” You said honestly, hoping for once they’d let this slide.

After blowing her nose, your mother rushed over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. “You know what happened to Kai! We just don’t want anything to happen to you as well.”

“I’m an adult -”

‘That still lives in our house. Which means you follow our rules. Now go upstairs.”

Groaning, you begrudgingly did as you were told and went up to your room. You didn’t regret what you did, you needed to feel normal for once. So if you had to stay holed up in your room for a few days before your ridiculously strict father gave you permission to go out again, you would gladly do it.

You glanced at your little brother as you walked past, who looked up at you with a smile. “If it helps, Miss. Fields baked a pie for you, as a get better soon gift, she said.

Smiling, you ruffled his hair. “Well next time you stay over there tell her I said thank you.”

The next few days passed slowly, and you found yourself staring up at the ceiling waiting for time to pass. Even if you didn’t agree with it, you understood that they were just worried about you. It still was upsetting, all you had was to reread your books.

Your prayer was answered on Saturday night. You were in your room, having just finished dinner when there was a knock on the door. You didn’t think anything of it, it had been a few weeks sense Kai’s death and neighbors were still checking up asking how you were.

“Is (Y/n) home?” You immediately perked up when you heard your friend’s voice. “We were going to take her to the drive-in as a surprise since everything that’s happened…” She trailed off, looking at your parents. She didn’t want to mention Kai’s name just in case.

You were shocked, rushing down the stairs towards your friends who were talking to your parents.

“I don’t know.” Your father sighed, shaking his head. “Now’s not really a good time.

“Please!” You looked at your parents eagerly, you could tell your friends in the back were helping your cause, eagerly looking up at them. “We’ll take good care of (Y/n), Mr. and Mrs. (L/n)!”

“Yeah, we won’t let her out of our site!” Chimed your other friend.

Sighing, your father looked at your mother. When she gave a nod of her head he turned back to you. “Oh, alright. Go have fun.”

“But not for too long!” Your mother added. “We expect you to be home before midnight.” Your three friends cheered, thanking your parents and quickly pulling you away before they could change their mind.

You left the house laughing, linking arms with them as you skipped over to your friend's car. You sat in the back of your friend’s cherry red car, resting your head against the tan leather seat, enjoying the wind blowing in your hair as they drove off.

The drive in was one of the very few places you’d see everyone hanging out together. It was filled with either groups of friends like yours goofing around and enjoying the movie on the screen, or couples making out and hooking up in the back of their cars.

“I’m going to go get a coke,” you told your friends once the car was parked. The line wasn’t too long, thankfully. Getting there at just the perfect time. You were about to get in the line, and perked up when you saw a familiar blond, deciding you’d go up to him real quick before you got your drink.

You didn’t recognize anyone else in the group, but you thought it would be good to say hi to Keigo. He had been nothing but nice to you, after all. He was in the middle of a conversation, shrugging off his leather jacket and flipping it over his shoulder.

It was rude to snoop, and you were just about to walk away when you heard your ex’s name.

“So is it true? Dabi’s the one that finally took that Chisaki brat out?” They were gathered in a circle, all of them looking at him eagerly.

“Yeah,” Keigo chuckled. “It was a real shit show, but you know Dabi. He only gave him what that shit head deserved.”

“And stole his girl too.” Another added, making the group burst into laughter.

You stepped back, covering your mouth as you felt nauseous. You couldn’t believe that you’d given Dabi the benefit of the doubt, or any of his friends, for that matter. You just didn’t want to admit the rumors of them being dangerous was true. But now - you had to get out of here. And as much as you and Kai left on bad terms, he deserved justice. Well, his family at least deserved to know what happened that night.

There was a guy with light blue hair and red eyes standing beside Keigo noticed you first. He nudged him, staring at you but Keigo was too into telling the story to notice until he hit his arm.

“Huh?” Golden eyes flickered towards you. “Oh, hey, (Y/n). I don’t know how much you heard but it isn’t what it sounds li-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when you turned around and made a b-line to where your friends were waiting for you.

You didn’t hear him swearing to himself, pushing his friends back and going to the nearest payphone to alert Dabi of what was about to happen.

You shakily returned to your group of friends, who looked concerned. “You look shaken up! Did one of those guys bother you again? I thought you went to get a coke.”

Shaking your head, you leaned against the car. “No, nothing happened. They were out. I just saw someone who looked like Kai and it shook me up a little.” You felt bad for lying to your friends, especially when they looked at you like you were a wounded puppy.

“Oh. If that’s the case do you want to go home?” Your friend on the driver's side spoke up first.

You immediately nodded, glad you found a way out. “Yeah, I don't feel so great, so I’m just going to head back early. Don’t worry though! You guys stay here!”

They looked hesitant. “Are you sure? We don’t mind leaving early, it’s no problem driving you there instead of walking.”

You smiled and nodded, hugging them all. “I’ll be fine, it’s only about a fifteen minute walk, anyways. Besides, I need the fresh air,” you reassured them. Even though they weren’t sure about it, you were relieved that they let you go.

Dabi’s place was around a half hour away. You walked there slowly, despite hearing the sound of thunder in the distance. Your parents would be wanting you home earlier cause of the rain, and would be scolding you for leaving your friends, but that was the least of your concerns.

You were shaking even before the rain started. You were so furious that you weren’t thinking straight. Logically, you knew that you should’ve called the police, but you needed to hear it from him first. That it was true.

Rain was pouring down as you stormed towards the front door, pounding on it as hard as you could. When there was a moment of silence, you starting knocking against it with both of your hands. “Dabi!” You screamed out. “Come on! I know you’re in there.”

Dabi answered it wearing a white wife beater, exposing his muscles. “Well, well.” He crossed his arms, a lit cigarette dangling between his lips. “Finally come around, huh?”

You pushed your wet hair out of your face as you looked up at him. “It was you! I know you killed him!” You were shaking as you stepped closer so he could hear you talk. “You shot Kai.”

He feigned innocence with a look of confusion. “Doll, I’m a lot of things but a killer isn’t one of them.”

“Don’t lie to me! I know you did it! I --” You stopped for a second. You really didn’t have any hard proof that he did anything, besides overhearing something his friend said. “--I heard it. I just know. Keigo himself confirmed it.”

Dabi laughed, playfully blowing smoke in your face. You immediately stepped back, waving it away. "So, what? You came here by yourself without any evidence, no backup, nothing, accusing me of murdering your ex boyfriend? That's cute. Now get your ass in here before you get yourself sick."

You knew it wasn't a good idea to do it. You should have said no and left, taking your chances out in the pouring rain, but you let him grab your wrist and pull you inside.

“I don’t know if you remember the other night.” He went over to a closet and got out a towel, throwing it to you as you just stood there, water dripping. “But I wasn’t lying when I said I care about you, (Y/n).”

Drying yourself off, you hesitantly sat down beside him when he patted the seat next to him on the couch. “I’m not sure what to believe anymore.”

“You know why I go by Dabi, (Y/n)?” You shook your head, confused. You thought that was his name, everyone called him that.

He smiled bitterly. "You might know me better as Touya."

You gasped. "Touya Todoroki? Like that boy who went missing years back?" It had been on the news for months when it happened, but as time went by they just considered him dead and the hype lowered considerably until people stopped talking about it all together.

He nodded. "That's me. I ran away. I was homeless for a good month or two before I ran into Keigo and he helped me out. Took me in, made sure my bastard father would never find me. I tried to get my siblings out of there too but wasn't able to. Old man would have had me thrown into jail, or worse."

You felt horrible for him, though you were still confused. "I'm glad you got out of there... " You almost added the word safely but didn't. There was nothing safe about Dabi. "But why are you telling me this?"

The male shrugged in response, rolling the blunt. “You may not believe it, but I like you, doll, I really do. That’s why I want to help you, you remind me of myself in a way.”

Looking at what he was doing, you were shocked when he pressed the joint against your lips, the lighter in his other hand. “Inhale, but don’t do it too hard. Don’t want you to take too big a hit your first time.”

Dabi laughed as you broke into a fit of coughs. You don’t know what it was about Dabi that he managed to convince you to do things you’d normally never do, even when you were on edge. Not even Kai could get you to do things like that, no matter how hard he tried to persuade you.

Just after a few minutes your mouth was dry and your eyes were red. It was a strange feeling, getting high. Everything felt so light. And when Dabi got you a glass of water, you just drank it, not noticing the bubbles in the water that weren’t supposed to be there, from the pill that just dissolved in it.

After a minute or so, you were starting to feel different already. Your body felt heavy, like you couldn’t move because there was something heavy on top of you. Hazily, you looked at Dabi who had a grin on his face, making it clear that he had something to do with how you were feeling.

“Wanna know something?” He pulled you into his arms and you groaned, lolling your head back as you were now on his lap. “I did kill that motherfucker you used to call a boyfriend. You wanna know why? He showed up in our spot shitfaced, pulled a knife on Shigaraki, waving it around claiming that he’d be doing the world a favor if he just killed him. Me too, for trying to take you away from him when he charged. So I took out my gun and shot him. Of course him and Kei helped me cover it up, him and his shitty friends deserve to die anyway, and we weren’t about to go down for that.”

Numbly, you tried to turn away from him. A singular tear fell down your cheek, and you inwardly cringed as his thumb wiped it away and he cooed at you. “Aw, don’t worry, I don’t blame you. Not a bit, you were just blind to his true nature. He didn’t deserve you, hell, I don’t either. But that’s the difference between me and your ex, I’m willing to take what I want. Now get some rest, baby. You’re gonna need it.”

You tried to fight the drug coursing in your system, your eyelids growing heavy as you barely realized that he was carrying you to his bedroom. You were out like a light the second you hit his bed.

You knew you fucked up the moment you woke up. Your head throbbed in pain, your arms were uncomfortably above your head, and a cloth had been shoved into your mouth and tied around the back of your head. Aside from that, you would have been comfortable. You were dry, clothes no longer clinging to your skin. Instead of wearing an oversized shirt you could tell by the scent of ash that it wasn’t yours.

Dabi, you thought.

The thought about him sent a surge of panic to go through you, and you tried to sit up, only to be pulled back, a sharp pain shooting through your wrists. You were gagged and cuffed to his bed, it took your hazy mind a minute to process it. The moment you did you began to panic, thrashing around on his bed, kicking the blankets back as you did.

Dabi walked in a few minutes later, smoking another cigarette once again.

He chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed and observing you. “You know, I’ve always had a thing for ya.” You were still struggling against the cuffs and screaming against the gag, but he was just admiring your beauty, paying it no mind. “I knew from the minute you walked past me that I would wife you up. Maybe that’s one trait I got from my old man. Todorokis can always appreciate beauty when we see it, and we always have to have it.”

For a moment, you stopped struggling. You didn’t like the way he looked at you, like you were his most prized possession. It made chills go down your spine.

“Won’t that be nice, doll? I can see it already. We’ll work together perfectly, you'll be such a good mommy, taking care of our kids. I'll always be there, making sure we always have bread on our table. And don't worry, I'll take care of you, my own little housewife."

You shook your head, trying to move away from him. There were so many things wrong with that sick fantasy of his. For starters, you despised the idea of being a housewife for anyone, let alone him. You had planned a future for yourself, waiting to hear back if you’d get the scholarship so you could leave this town once and for all.

You started to cry, and not just because he was tearing your clothes to shreds with his pocket knife, trailing it down bare skin to show you what could happen if you squirmed around too much.

It made you feel a little better thinking this was always bound to happen. You wouldn't be surprised if he planned to kidnap you with the help of his best friends. Fate just hated you, going from one trapped relationship to the next.

I hate you, you screamed in your mind.

You couldn’t say anything with the gag in your mouth, but Dabi was still amused at the muffled swears that flew out of you as he placed his warm hands on your breasts. Licking his lips as his eyes scanned your bare body. You didn’t miss the predatory gleam in his eye, feeling like a prey about to get devoured by a ravenous beast.

“You know, I wanted to kill the mother fucker long before I did just for kissing you.” Feeling himself getting heated at the thought of your ex, he shook it off. “That doesn't matter anymore, because I’m going to have the rest of your firsts.”

Tears burned in your eyes as his warm hands ran down your body. His cerulean eyes connected with yours as he rubbed your slit, chuckling when you gasped and almost closed your thighs around his hand. “Are you scared, baby? Never been given the pleasure that you deserve before, huh?”

You wanted to deny it, but you couldn’t get yourself to shake your head as he gently rubbed your clit with thumb. Smiling at your small moan, he slowly pushed his finger inside you, making your eyes go wide.

“So tight. You’re doing so good,” he praised,slipping another finger inside you and began pumping his fingers. You started to whimper as you felt your stomach get all warm from the pleasure. You’d touched yourself a few times before, but it had never felt like that. “Yeah? You like it, huh?” His fingers were starting to get coated with your juices he finally pulled away. He licked his fingers, groaning at the taste of your pussy. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely ready now.”

You went stiff when he stood back up, slowly taking off his clothes. There were tattoos on his chest and stomach, and you tried to distract yourself as he completely got naked. You didn’t understand why Dabi was doing this, he was extremely attractive, You knew he had no problem getting girls, so you didn’t understand why he was doing this to you.

“You’re mine,” he said softly before he pushed into you. Your eyes went wide, not used to the sudden intrusion. It hurt, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant given how wet he’d gotten you. It took all his will power to continue the slow pace sinking into you. His cock throbbing as your walls sucked him in. The sting was still there as he bottomed into you, but he waited. When he shifted and you didn’t cringe, he started to thrust into you.

It was confusing, your mind spinning from the mixed signals your body was sending you. But Dabi knew what he was doing, knew exactly what to do to make your body open up to him. You couldn’t tell if that was worse or not, trying to get you to accept him by using your body. His hips pressed against yours with each testing thrust.

He undid your gag and threw it to the ground, pressing his lips against your own as he kept a steady pace that worked for the both of you. The sound of skin slapping against skin started to fill the room, ringing in your ears as he groaned.

“Fuck, Dabi!” You cried out, clenching your fists together, overwhelmed at everything that you were feeling. It felt good, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. The pleasure making your sensitive body shake. “I think I’m gonna -”

“Cum.” He growled. He’d already been so close, but until he felt you cum around his cock he wasn’t going to yet.

You nearly screamed as you felt yourself unravel, your toes curling from the sheer force of your first orgasm. You swore you felt tears in your eyes from it, shaking as Dabi quickly followed, his cum thick and warm shooting inside you.

It took a lot out of you, barely noticing the way his hand pressed against your stomach, looking down at you with a strange look in his eye. It was wishful thinking, but you prayed that your first time wasn’t enough to get you pregnant. Your high was gone quickly, the weight of what just happened crashing into you hard, almost feeling numb.

He was panting, rolling over before pulling you into his arms. You winced, feeling like your sweaty body was glued to his own as your back was pressed against his chest.

“I love you,” Dabi said softly as he kissed your neck, closing his eyes.

Tears ran down your face as he started to fall asleep. You just laid there, still cuffed to his bed. A position that you knew you’d have to get used to.

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janejellyfish · 8 months

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Winnie Daydream 🌙 and Rainy Dewdrop ☔

Greaser AU belongs to @koifsssh

Greetings and welcome to Poppy's Diner! open 25/8! ✨

Thank you for the opportunity to let me draw your lovely OC. I like to imagine that Winnie is like Rainy's ditzy friend, she's often telling her stories to Rainy, like how her day went and her silly moments. She's very lady-like and is often humming to herself as she works. she likes to say diner lingos as she serves the food to the customers. Winnie likes to eat bits of samples from the Diner food (it's just so good lol) She also happens to be crushing on a certain customer she encountered (hmm I wonder who).

Anyway, I hope you like my version of Rainy. I love this AU and I'm going to make more of it. I hope you're doing well! ♥️✨

#welcome home oc #welcome home oc art #welcome home greaser au #greaser au #rainy dewdrop #winnie daydream #welcome home au #my fanart

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spicyicetea · 10 months

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Back with my late night hyperfixations.

I’ve actually been kinda unwell recently but I’m toughing it out because I have so many things I want to get done. This is again another art dump. I do have one or two Submas x reader wips for a soulmate AU, but currently my creative juices wish for art that take me so long to draw on my dumb phone. This is some more of the Greaser!Submas stuff inspired by @onestepbackwards

GO CHECK THEM OUT, THIS IS A THREAT-

(Also you can’t escape me man. Like, gimme a week for the ADHD to choose a new thing to obsess over. Until then, suffer through my dumb art)

! I did do a mini comic based on an interaction between Ingo and the reader from their chapter 4 (I think) so spoilers, spoilers (kinda…) !

I suck at drawing pokemon, so this took forever- I am a sucker for the Joltik evolution line though so I didn’t mind.

! Comic that may contain spoilers, kinda I guess- !

I suck at comics as well fuck- ahhhh.

#x reader #submas ingo #submas #greaser au #greaser!ingo #greaser!emmet #greaser!ingo x reader #greaser!submas #greaser!submas x reader #greaser!emmet x reader #you better check them out or a scream

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kevynthedevylman · 7 months

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Bubblegum Renegade (Official Music Video)

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FeeTrix ship? Yay or Nay?

#phoenica fleecity #trixie roughouse #molly blyndeff #epithet erased #greaser au #music video #prison of plastic #jelloapocalypse #Youtube

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garbagechocolate · 1 year

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Greaser au Sun

Ever heard of ponyboy?

#trashlate #art #daycare attendant #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnafsb #fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #security breach #digital art #fanart #fnaf dca #dca fandom #fnaf sundrop #sundrop #fnaf sun #greaser au #au

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doodlegraveyard · 2 years

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Greaser Iida brothers inspired by a piece by @vintagehoneybees … bc her au has been living in my brain rent free...Tenya is being so cool and brave while his besties take care of him. Tensei thinks it’s very cute

[Image description: digital sketch of a Grease-inspired 1950s au. Tenya, in a leather jacket and a slightly blood splattered tshirt, is getting his wounds tended; he has bloody knuckles and a gash across his brow, and his glasses are hooked in the collar of his shirt. He’s looking sheepishly off to the side. Ochako, dressed in a pale pink malt shop waitress uniform, leans over his shoulder to dab at his bloody face with a cloth, bottle of disinfectant in her other hand. Beside her Izuku sits, in a green gingham button up, holding one of Tenya’s free hands while Ochako patches him up. Despite lacking the greaser look, Izuku has a few scrapes and bruises suggesting he’s also no stranger to a fight. Over their shoulders, Tensei is also wearing a leather jacket and sports a black eye, but seems unbothered, laughing as his brother gets doted on. End description.]

#Iida Tenya #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #iida tensei #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #vintagehoneybees #greaser au #deku squad #iideku #iichako

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lettersfromaphrodite · 10 months

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[10.50]

― pairing : Han Jisung x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, fluff, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) ― word count : 3.752 ― notes : my kinks got worse since the last time you saw me

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

Jisung was so rich it was almost unbelievable. His father owned the majority of the shops and diners in the town you lived in, resulting in him living in a huge mansion with a lot of butlers and maids. Jisung also threw the best parties, had a convertible comfortable car and always had the best weed.

At least, this is what your best friend always said; since all you did was steal longing glances at him from afar, hoping that he’d somehow – magically, take the hint.

«You should come to one of his parties sometimes. I could also introduce to the others Stray Kids!» she said, fixing her lipstick. «Who knows, maybe you’ll finally listen to me and become a Pink.»

You giggled, gently nudged your shoulder against hers. «As if!»

«Oh, come on!» she affectionately linked your arms together. «You and me, Pink Ladies! Can you imagine the fun we’d have?»

«Maybe in our next life. There’s no way I’m going back being a Pink.» you sighed, smiling at her as you reminisced your actions of focusing on your cheeseburger. «I’ve tried that, and I definitely didn’t like it.» you mumbled, before taking a big bite on your food. Few years earlier, you have been the Pink Lady of another boy in another group, even before Stray Kids became popular.

Long story short? Many - too many, tears wasted on someone who was definitely not worth it. You friends quickly re-adjusted her position on the red leather couch as you both heard the bells of the Frosty Palace’s entrance door ring loudly.

“Talk about the Devil…” You thought as your friend waved at Stray Kids, which waved back with loud greetings before heading towards their usual sitting spot.

You both finished your dinner quietly; going back talking about school and you could not help but once again steal some quick glances to the boys’ table. Jisung had always caught your attention, but you did not want to fuel the fire in your friend’s soul, otherwise she would never stop rambling about them. Sometimes, your stealth glances at Jisung would be reciprocated, and each time your eyes met, you would quickly advert your gaze with cheeks flaming red.

A soft tap on your shoulder caught your attention, and you turned your head to meet your friend’s knowingly smile, her grin erupting around the straw of her milkshake as she softly nudged your thigh with her knee.

«Become a Pink,» she whispered again «I could set you up with Seungmin, he’s tall and-» her speech was interrupted by a waiter which placed a tall glass of strawberry milkshake right in front of you. Milkshake you definitely did not order, since you already bought yourself to drink earlier.

«I believe there must be a mistake…» you shyly told the waiter «I didn’t order for this.»

The waiter politely smiled at you, before shaking his head «Han paid for you.» you furrowed your brows in confusion while you friend shrieked next to you, quickly grabbing your forearm, and the waiter pointed towards the counter with a nod.

Jisung was staring at you, partially leaning against the counter with a smug smile plastered on his face. You were sure you blushed as soon as your eyes met; main reason why you immediately averted your gaze as quickly as you have been burned by a wild flame.

«She’ll take it. Thank you so much. And also, say thank you to Jisung on her behalf.» your friend quickly answered before you could even process your thoughts and try to answer him that “No, thank you”, and the waiter quickly returned to his ministrations without sparing the both of you another glance.

«Han Jisung offered you a drink.» your friend’s voice was somewhere in between an excited shriek and a whisper-yell, her hand still firmly gripping on your arm.

«It’s… It’s a milkshake.» you clarified, trying to avoid looking in the general direction of the counter, even if you could still feel Jisung’s piercing stare on your skin.

«I don’t think you get the point.» she ignored your answer, «Han Jisung never buys girls anything.»

This random and unusual gesture turned into a definitive habit. Days turned into weeks, Jisung would sometimes offer you to drink, sometimes directly pay for your dinner and leaving you a confused, flustered and blushing mess anytime the cashier would say «Han already paid for you.»

Eventually, both your best friend and the rest of Stray Kids got tired about the two of you silently longing at each other from a safe distance, and you found yourself sitting with them.

Hanging around with them was fun; you had to admit your best friend was right. They all looked so incredibly badass but once you got to know them, you realized that they were also so incredibly dumb and funny. You honestly enjoyed hanging out with them.

You and Jisung got closer, becoming those kind of friends acting shy around each other because they are too dumb to make the first move. Jisung was a total sweetheart, despite his looks, and him being so naturally loud and funny but also a genuine listener made your crush for him steady grow each passing day. Jisung also never stopped treating you, despite you telling that it was okay, you could pay for yourself but he would just smile and shrug it off.

You did not exactly mind that, you found that new routine quite relaxing. The thought of confessing your feelings to Jisung sometimes came to your mind and wandered there for quite few time, but eventually, you settled for not making a fool of yourself, since no matter all the times he referred to you as “the girl I have a crush on”, you still feared rejection.

«You should definitely come to Jisung’s party, tonight.» you friend told you, bursting into your house. «And by “you should”, I mean, “I’m going to dress you up and drag you there, if I have to”»

Something you had witnessed along your long years of friendship was: your friend did not lie. She did not drag you to the party, but she convinced you to. You spent the first part of the night enjoying the chill night breeze while sitting on the couches of the house’s veranda, a blue plastic cup filled with punch and slowly swaying to the rhythm of the slow songs played by Jisung’s jukebox. Someone plopped on the couch right next to you, a familiar and pleasing whiff of cologne invading your senses.

«There you are, angel.» a deep voice said, «I thought you’d never come.» you could feel the fact that Jisung was smiling, even if you weren’t looking at him, yet.

«My friend dragged me here.» you stated, taking a small sip from your drink.

«Oh, so you didn’t come here to see me?» his voice was filled with disappointment, as he playfully lifted his hand on his heart and pretending to be deeply hurt. You deduced to be already intoxicated by the alcohol because you giggled at him, turning around to finally look him in the eyes.

Jisung was handsome, he had always been, but there was something about him being so close to you that made him look even more breath taking. His hair was neatly styled, his black leather jacket draped around his shoulders and the white shirt he was wearing was so dangerously low cut that you could see his sharp collarbones. You were just about to take notice about how his cologne was so good when you snapped out of your small trance to see him looking at you with his stupid smug smirk and a pleased expression.

“I should really learn how to be subtle,” you thought quickly, quietly sipping from your cup to distract yourself – and having an excuse to look away from his enchanting bronze skin.

«I see my crush is required, then.» Jisung reached out to mumble right against your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Your breath hitched for a moment, and you turned around to look at him, your noses almost touching.

«And in what parallel universe,» you took a small pause, licking your lips and noticing him following the movement of your tongue. «Could Han Jisung have a crush on me?» you held his gaze, somehow hoping for him to close the distance between the two of you.

«This one! Science sure works fast these days.» Jisung answered with a sweet smile, before leaning back and getting up from the couch. You looked at him, hoping that he would not notice how dumbfounded you were by his sudden actions as he stood in front of you, offering you a hand. «Come on,» Jisung nodded towards his entrance door. «Let’s go and have a bit of fun.» with a nod, you smiled, and reached out to take his hand.

You were not new to the world of parties, getting drunk and smoking – after all, you have been a Pink too once, but you never thought you could do it again while actually having fun. Neither you nor Jisung actually got too high or too wasted; you were both slightly tipsy. He would spend the majority of the night with his arm around your hips while you talked with the others – his friends always randomly saying how the two of you would make a cute couple and Jisung immediately shutting them up, or with his hands tightly wrapped around your waist as you danced together.

«Well, angel.» the grip around your waist tightened, as you both slowly swayed to the rhythm of a slow song playing by the jukebox. The room was full of people, naturally drawing your bodies closer to each other. «I would really love to kiss you, right now.» he was speaking right by your ear, so that you could perfectly hear every word he said. You were about to ask him why he didn’t do it, when he chuckled before adding, «But we’re too tipsy, and I want to make this right.» you felt his teeth grazing the lobe of your ear, and you instinctively hugged his body a bit closer.

«Why, Jisung.» you said, mirroring his actions, «Do you plan to see me again?»

Thanks to the loud music making each conversation almost inaudible, you kept sharing this secret conversation while hugging each other close. Jisung’s soft breath against your skin suddenly making your knees weak.

«Of course. I plan to take you on a good amount of dates,» you felt him nod, while his right hand travelled upwards from your waist until it tangled itself into your hair. «And fuck you so deep and slow with your head pressed against the mattress until you’d beg me to ruin you.» You shut your eyes close as he almost moaned in your ear the unexpected last part, trying not to get aroused in a room full of people. «But we’ll have to talk about this another time.» Jisung slightly parted from you, meeting your gaze.

You were about to stand on your tiptoes and capture his lips when your friend tapped your shoulder, reminding you of the curfew you both had. Jisung kissed your cheek – dangerously close to your lips, before saying goodbye to the both of you.

The ride back was full of screams and excited squeals because, of course you told your best friend everything that happened earlier.

«He finally asked you on a date? Jisung?» your friend questioned, before excitedly squealing. «I knew it was just a matter of time!» she kept yelping, focusing on the road but also throwing your arm few soft, delicate punches in a rapid succession.

You ran a hand through your hair, giggling at your friend’s behaviour as small; butterflies hovered around in your stomach.

You hated Han Jisung. Well, it was definitely not true; you hated yourself for spending the entire breakfast daydreaming about him, resulting in you being awfully late for school.

You closed your locker, hastily walking towards your first class. You were alone in the hallways, busy wondering how could you lose time like that, when a hand suddenly reached out and dragged you to the stairs. You were ready to drop you book and kick the person who did it right between his legs when your gaze met Jisung’s apologising eyes.

«Jisung! What got into you?!» you lightly shoved him, your hand on his toned chest; with a scoff, you placed your hand on your heart, in the vain hope for your heartbeat to slow down. The thing was, both because of the scare and Jisung being so close to you, you didn’t think it would happen soon.

The boy adverted his gaze, mumbling a shy «I’m sorry,» before scratching the back of his head and releasing your arm from his strong grip. «The thing is, I really wanted to talk to you.»

“What if he regrets what he did yesterday?” you kept staring at him, silently urging him to go on, and feeling somehow a bit anxious.

«I’m sorry. For yesterday, I mean.» his voice reached your ears and your stomach sank; unable to meet his gaze, you stared at the floor. «The thing is, I might have said something a bit earlier than I planned to.»

“Earlier?” You furrowed your brows to look at him, confused. Jisung sighed, heavily. He looked so frustrated, as if you could not understand some simple and obvious concept, when he went on. «I do honestly mean what I said: I really want to take you on dates. I also really want to fuck you into oblivion but, maybe I might have said it a little bit earlier-»

Now, If someone were ever to tell you that Han Jisung would stand in front of you, ranting about him giving you the wrong impression, you’d never believe them.

Moreover, most importantly, if someone were to tell you that you would interrupt his stupid rant with a kiss, you’d never believe them. However, there you were, standing on your tiptoes and balancing yourself with a hand on Jisung’s shoulder to softly peck his lips. You giggled at his expression, his eyes wide and his lips in a confused pout, he looked incredibly cute.

«Jisung, trust me, I want the same.» your kind smile was suddenly matched by his, and he leaned down to finally capture your lips in a soft kiss, searching for one another anytime you parted in order to breathe. You didn’t quite realise when those soft nibbles and shy kisses while lovesick grins were plastered on your faces turned into you being pushed against the wall with Jisung’s head buried in your neck and his right arm supporting your left leg around his waist, but the presence of his left hand in front of your mouth in order to muffle your whine as he loudly sucked on your jaw brought you back to the cruel reality.

«Jis-Jisung» you stuttered, whimpers blocking the words from falling from your lips as you’d want to, but his hot mouth on your skin was just so sinful and so perfect, you almost ignored the fact that you could be caught anytime and be in trouble. «Class. We-We’re still at school.» With a groan, Jisung pulled away from your neck, his lips hovering above yours.

«School literally started two days ago, it’s nothing important.» he mumbled, pushing his body on yours. «Let’s skip. Let’s go to my place, angel.» his eyes blown with lust - mirroring yours, and his boner pressed on your inner thigh made you nod at him without thinking further.

Jisung smiled, parting from you. «And then, let’s go on a date.» he took your hand in his as you scoffed, hiding a smile as you nodded once again. You quietly and hurriedly made your way out of the school and into his red, shiny car.

«Is it okay to go to my house?» he looked at you, starting the car.

Since when do you ask to a hook-up?» you raised an eyebrow, provoking him.

«Since you’re not a hook-up, angel.»

As your hand reached out to intertwine with his above the gear change, you felt butterflies in your stomach once again, happy with the feeling that the boy that you have secretly stole glances at for quite few months, admitted to have a crush on you.

«You live in a castle, Jisung. This is not a house.» you looked around in awe at your surroundings, as he quickly leaded you to his bedroom. «Wait, look at this!» you pulled on his hand, forcing him to stop in front of a painting that caught your attention. He sighed - you could even picture him rolling his eyes, and he let go of your hand.

«You can have a detailed tour of my house later, angel.» was all you could hear before, all of a sudden, your perspective of the world turned upside down. Jisung had effortlessly thrown you over his shoulder, and you laughed at his ministrations, softly but repeatedly smacking his butt and repeating a series of «Jisung, let me down!» which you never actually meant in the first place.

He did throw you down, though. On his bed. As you bounced on the fluffy mattress you saw something green fly all around you, some of them even landing on you.

“Money?” you took a green banknote in your hand, while pushing few others away from your stomach.

«Is there some weird kink I need to be aware of?» you propped on your elbows, throwing few banknotes at a smiling Jisung, which was still standing and towering over you.

He laughed, shaking his head. «I needed to buy something, I forgot the cash I needed on the bed.» his knees now were next to your waist, as he sat on your lap, reaching out to put his hands next to your head, caging you as he balanced his weight.

«And now I’m lying on them,» you mumbled as his lips attached once again to your jawline.

«Do you think I care about money having wrinkles?» he mumbled, smirking against your skin as he balanced himself on his left hand while his hand ghosted over your frame, his fingers looping in the belt loops of your jeans.

«What about… Other stains?» you breathed, your left hand scratching his slightly exposed waist.

«Is there some weird kink I need to be aware of?» the breathless chuckle you felt on your skin made you scratch him even harder out of reflex, and you felt pleased with yourself as he instinctively hissed and grinded against you.

You never had any particular kink - actually, you had, but you had never considered appealing the idea of being fucked on a bed with a big amount of banknotes scattered under your body. Yet, there you were. You both left the foreplay at minimum and now, Jisung was thrusting into you, deep and slow while your head was pressed against the mattress, just as he promised the night before.

You learned pretty quickly that Jisung was loud also in bed, and you absolutely loved it. Hearing his moans mixed with the feeling of his breath hitch against your skin as he kissed your spine, the fact that he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and his languid thrusts filling you so perfectly was making that marvellous sensation pool into your abdomen. You whimpered as a particular harsh thrust made you grip the blankets next your head even tighter – furtherly wrinkling some banknotes along, and you felt his firm grip on your hips; Jisung repeated the action before staying still inside you for few seconds. And again, and again.

He was purposely keeping his movements slow and teasing, so that you could feel every inch of his pulsing length move out of you, just to shove it right back.

As your moans deliciously filled the room, you gave in, whispering the magic words: «Ruin me, Jisung.» His grip on your waist tightened, as he heard you clench around him with a chocked moan.

«Took you long enough, angel.» he said, with a cocky voice before yanking you upwards by your hair, pulling your back flush against his body. As his thrusts gained speed and intensity, both his hands snaked around your hips: his left one wandered on your chest and pinched your left nipple before firmly gripping your breast in a firm hold, and his right one caressed his way until he pressed his index finger against your clit, trying to match the now messy pace of his thrusts which were making the both of you approach your orgasms.

You turned your head, meeting his lips in a hot, uncoordinated kiss, your right hand locking in his hair with a tight grip and your left hand’s nails sinking into his thigh. Jisung came with a loud moan, his hips stilling deep inside of you and instinctively holding you tighter against his body. He kept moving his hand, so that you’d follow him almost immediately later, the sensation of your orgasm spreading inside your body and relaxing your muscles.

You came back to your senses feeling Jisung’s soft kisses on your shoulders, as he slowly slipped out of you, your mixed releases actually staining few banknotes below you. The both of you plopped on the bed, giggling together as green money floated around you once again – since you both threw yourself back on the bed, and Jisung shifted until he was hugging you into his chest, your head resting below his neck and your fingertips delicately caressing his body.

«How about we go to the drive in?» He said, casually, as he played with a strand of your hair.

«Shouldn’t we go eat something before that? What time is it?» You sighed, closing your eyes as you felt Jisung reach out for his watch on the nightstand.

«10.50» he said, «Let’s sleep a little bit more.» he tried to roll you around, pouting at you.

«30 minutes, then we’ll take a shower and go eat lunch.» you answered dismissively as you let Jisung turn you around, so that now he was the one with his head in the crook of your neck, and you hugged him closer, playing with his hair.

«As you wish, angel.» you felt his soft breath anticipating an open mouthed kiss on your neck, before you both doze off with content smiles.

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