cw ! ━━ explicit content, minors do not interact. classic “sneaks-into-apartment in the dead of night” scenario. soft / calm touya bc he feeds my soul and makes me cry :’) . mentions of smut + descriptions of creampies. insecure thoughts / feelings from reader. tiny bit of angst. established situationship that turns into a relationship . fluffy fluff things all around <3.
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notes ! ━━ imagine that dabi looks like this btw. im just so in love w him i feel ill i could cry. this was inspired by me listening to 2 am by sza around 2 a.m. ( also partially inspired by heartbreaker by kaash paige ). ive been wanting to write more dabi content for a while now and i just . . . had the urge to write this when i very well should have been sleeping. n e ways ‘m feeling real soft rn so enjoy <3 reblogs are HEAVILY appreciated !!
IT FELT A LITTLE CHILLY, but not too cold for it to be bothersome. damn touya for not closing the window after he came up here, you thought. he tends to forget menial things like that.
you probably didn’t feel all that cold because you had a six foot, life sized furnace half flung on top of you, soft snores emerging from his mouth in a rhythmic pattern. his body emanated a soothing, steady stream of heat, effectively penetrating your flesh and negating the cold winds from outside.
one arm nearly hung off the edge of the bed, while the other was tucked under your waist, subconsciously holding you close to him. his face was snug against the crook of your neck, nearly laying on your chest, and tufts of his silvery white hair tickled your cheek. his skin felt charred against yours, but warm and constant. familiar. you’d grown used to how it felt against your mocha skin, even craved it some times.
his shifting to get even closer to you— if that was even possible— caused you to move as well, and such subtle shuffling caused your brain to remember the sticky substance staining your pussy lips and the fabric of your panties that rubbed against them.
the bodily fluids that leaked from your stretched out cunt belonged to the criminal sleeping peacefully on top of you, mixed with your own previous arousal. “i gotta keep you f-full baby, need to keep you stuffed because.…” you didn’t quite catch what he said after that, your brain was too scrambled and fuzzy from the most passionate sex you’ve had in a while, if not ever.
the feeling of his seed threatening to drip and ruin the freshly changed sheets, in addition to touya holding you so closely, as if he needed you to help him sleep, made you feel wanted. it made you feel a different kind of warmth than the heat that burned through your veins during and after sex— no, this one was different. it made you feel like you belonged, like you were someone’s one and only.
you were sleepy, but couldn’t seem to drift off into the land of slumber that you so desperately wanted to float to. instead, your tired gaze was fixed on touya and his peaceful figure. you were jealous of how seemingly easy it was for him to fall asleep.
and then, your eyes flitted to his many, wide spreading scars and your brows slightly furrowed. you were very aware of what he does, what he could do, and how a job like the one he had was seldom merciful enough to offer a moment of real rest to those involved. your nerve endings sparked and crackled throughout your body, causing your hand to move on its own to gently caress touya’s cheek, letting your skin truly mold with his for a moment, ignoring the rough feeling of his burnt flesh or the metal staples under the pads of your fingers. the moonlight illuminated your face through the blinds, and a faint smile was visible on your lips.
he was so beautiful. so tragically beautiful.
and then, with no previous indication, your thoughts went astray to a somber, much darker part of your subconscious. the dam that held back your intrusive thoughts began to crack the longer you peered down at the sleeping man next to you.
this thing you had going on with him, you didn’t expect it to bring you so much comfort, or such a state of bliss and serenity. this thing wasn’t even real— it wasn’t official, there was no title, he didn’t bother to stay when the sun rose from its own slumber behind the skyscrapers of the city. and then you thought, of course he couldn’t stay here. he was a criminal, a wanted man with a deep and ugly past that you’ve only had the pleasure to dip your toes into one singular time: when he revealed his given name to you. but even that didn’t feel genuine; he mindlessly begged you to call him by his government name when your legs were thrown across his shoulders and he was bucking his hips languidly into your dripping heat. surely, he knew what he was saying then if he was that insistent about it.
and it surely couldn’t have meant anything to him. you probably didn’t mean anything to him.
and yet, over the few months that this interaction had been occurring, no matter how hard you tried to keep your heart from slipping and falling off the deep end of the cliff, you couldn’t help but want something more from him, something more permanent. you wanted to be his, you wanted him to be yours, through the good, the bad, the ugly and everything else in between.
you wanted him to look at you like you were the only person on this whole, godforsaken planet, like you created the very stars, moon and the sun that hung in the sky. you wanted to spend every day like this . . . just like this. in this little sanctuary of your studio apartment, away from the horrors and strife and unrest of the rest of the world. just here, with him.
you brushed your fingers against the hardened skin of his back that laid across your torso. and there was always that nagging feeling, the feeling of the string tied to your ankle that brought you off cloud nine. not everything you desired was possible.
this was probably just a stress reliever for him, you pondered as you distractedly scratched his scalp, just something to do in the meantime. and even if that was the case, for now, you decided that you were okay with it. to be okay with this fleeting moment of indulgence and mentally prepare for the moment it slips through your fingers by the time you awoke in the morning.
turning your head a little, you planted a sweet, chaste kiss on his forehead and snuggled further into the mattress. you should really try and get some rest.
just as you closed your eyes and your body relaxed, a deep groaning noise rumbled from the white haired man on top of you, causing your eyelids to pry open again.
you met touya’s equally tired gaze, actively fighting the urge to kiss the sleepy pout on his lips. “mmm . . . . ‘t’s wrong, baby? you good?” your stomach did a subtle flip at his casual use of the pet name and just how raspy and deep his voice sounded; it was something you would never get tired of.
“it’s nothing. ‘m fine, go back to sleep, okay? you gotta get up to leave in a few hours.” you tried to not let anything negative seep through your tone when you reminded him that he had to leave before the sun rose, yet again. instead you chose to focus on his concern for you; he probably sensed your mental anguish, even in his sleep.
the tiniest crease in his brow told you that he didn’t believe you. already sitting up from his laying position on your chest, he adjusted his position so that he was sitting up against the bed frame next to you. you shied away from his piercing stare.
“c’mere.” he uttered only one word, in that groggy voice, and you just couldn’t find it in you to refuse. climbing onto his thighs, touya pulled you closer with just one hand on your hip, so your chests and extremities were brushing against each other.
his other free hand laced with yours that laid limply in between the two of you. your body immediately felt hot at his initiative to be so intimate. “c’mon pretty girl . . . . tell me what’s goin’ on. you been restless all night.” when you didn’t answer right away, touya leaned his face closer, a teasing smile tugging at his lips, and his mouth brushing against yours. “my baby mad that i’m leaving? want me to stay here with you?”
the offer was tempting, oh so tempting. his flirty smirk was causing you to internally shut down. it was also sad because touya didn’t know just how perceptive he was. or maybe he did, and that’s why he was looking you like that, talking to you like he’s amused with the sullen look in your eyes, why he was gripping your hand and waist even tighter than before.
“i...no. i-i mean, i can’t ask you to do that. and ‘m not upset, i was just thinking....” you somewhat answered his question, but the scarred man was still not satisfied. he needed more from you.
“what’cha thinking about?” he lightly coaxed more out of you, while simultaneously rubbing miscellaneous patterns on your bare thighs.
it was like he put some kind of spell on you. some trance that clouded your mind and made you pliant and so eager to answer his questions. damn him, and damn your heart for yearning for him in every shape and form.
“you,” you blurted out without warning, then quickly added. “about us. and what...this is. what i am to you.”
you didn’t mean to bring it up now, or so abruptly, but it slipped out of your mouth before your brain could process what you were saying. but at least after tonight your mind and soul wouldn't be tortured with the same thoughts and desires. clarity was a breath away.
you also didn’t notice the smooth ministrations along your legs came to a halt, until you looked back at touya in the eye and immediately regretted it. his gaze was intense and unreadable, almost like when he was staring at someone he were about to burn into a crispy nonexistence.
now it was him that didn’t have a reply. and the silence was too much for your anxiety to handle, so you gulped silently and attempted to elaborate on what you meant. “i mean, these meetings, and the reputation that follows you . . . all this being purely physical, it made me think that i was only.... a-and i really didn’t—
touya must have predicted what you were about to say, and before you could even say it, he cut you off with a warm palm at the base of your neck and fierce kiss on your pouty lips.
you were stunned for a moment, but still meekly reciprocated his advances. and within a few seconds, he pulled away, his hand remaining on the base of your throat and the other on your thigh. his aquamarine eyes were shining and all-consuming, but his facial muscles barely moved. “and you what? you don’t think i actually like you? that i’m just using you, and you’re not enough?”
your brown eyes widened at his accuracy and blunt words. he really was intuitive. it was actually kind of scary.
your mouth opened to reply, but he silenced you with a feather-like graze on your cheek you didn’t know he was capable of. “well you’re off. waaay off. i’m still here, and come back almost every night, because you’re more than enough for me. you’re more than just a tight pussy to fuck and a nice bed for me to crash on.”
touya tilted his face closer to yours again, so your lips can brush against his as he spoke, “i told you my real name. no one knows what my real name is and is still alive and breathing; it’s only you, baby. you knowing that one piece of information means i already trust you more than anyone else. and besides, who else is patching up my wounds and rubbing ointment on my burns? only you, baby. who else am i letting my guard down and pouring my heart out to like this? only you, princess. who else do i dream about as soon as i fall asleep? only you, pretty girl. who else invades my mind like a parasite at every waking moment of the day? only you, sweetheart. who else would i burn the whole fucking world down for so much as someone looks at you wrong? only you, baby. who else would i rather have bouncing on my co— to make love to? only you, sweet girl. you’re the only good thing in my life right now. the only thing that makes living less shitty.”
you were motionless on top of him as you listened to his own version of a love confession, and you could already feel the salty tears threaten to drop past your eyelashes. touya, who was still holding one of your hands in his, grazed his thumb across the valley of your knuckles. taking his other hand, he wiped away the tear that had already cascaded down your cheek. he’s not used to being this gentle and this vulnerable with anyone. it felt strange and foreign. but with you, it all came naturally.
“there’s a lot more shit i wanna say, but i think i’m gonna wrap it up here. it’s late and i’m fucking tired.” he joked and he swore he felt his skin light on fire when he saw you smile at his playful words. “there isn’t anyone or anything else i would risk my job and reputation for, other than for you. so to answer your question: you’re mine, always have been, always will be. and i will always be yours. i’m basically telling you that i love you so....”
he trailed off, looking at the wall because he knew that if he kept looking at you his heart would crawl out of his throat and he would die. or accidentally activate his quirk because he was so worked up and burn you both alive. or both, in either order.
you were still perched on his lap in shock. tears were now freely flowing from your eyes, and they wouldn’t stop no matter how loudly you screamed at your brain to stop. you couldn’t see the genuine, loving grin on touya’s lips when he finally gathered the inner strength to glance at you again, because your eyes were so blurry with your own emotions.
“t-touya...!” you whined, your voice warping into a sob. wrapping your arms his shoulders and burying your face in his neck, you bit down on your lip to keep yourself from losing anymore of your composure. you were definitely moved by his sincerity, but you didn’t want him to see you ugly cry, which was a very real possibility had you stared at him any longer.
touya’s big, rough hands rubbed small, tight circles into the fabric of your shirt, and without another word and a kiss on your temple, the two of you slid back under the blankets and snuggled back into bed, with you clinging onto his broad, taut body. the warmth from his skin and his incoherent whispers—something about being a big crybaby— finally lulled you to sleep.
you had a feeling that he would be here when you woke up.
purely, completely inspired by this fan art i saw, i SWEAR drool leaks at the corners of my lips every time i lay eyes on it. i meant to post this weeks ago but i got distracted, life is busy, and i came up with like 10 other draft ideas. but here you are! pls enjoy, reblogs are heavily appreciated!! <3
cw ! ━━ college/professional football au!, fluffy things, suggestive themes + scenarios, mentions of sports related injuries
notes ! ━━ here is the artist and fan art for reference, pls go support her work she’s truly talented and amazing: link link link (there’s no art for connie but ima include him here anyway) this wasn’t even supposed to be long but here i am getting carried away once again
ꨄ . . . EREN
based on the picture (linked above), his stance, facial expression and body language, all tell us one thing . . . .eren is the whore of the team.
LMAOOOOOOOOOOO i said what i said <3
to elaborate, he’s like... the most desired out of everyone (he gives most eligible bachelor vibes) and the team has him to thank for all the extra publicity and support they get from a wider audience aside from adolescent, teenage and middle aged men.
he likes to act dumb like he doesn’t notice all this extra attention he gets, especially from women, but it’s obvious that every time he goes to a conference, or he’s on the field, or taking a break on the bench, he is literally basking in the screams and praises of his name or the number on the back of his jersey; it feeds his ego until it’s overflowing and spilling over. that smug smile he wears is always plastered on his face because of it.
also because of all this attention, he’s one of those players that barely show up to practice. he’ll really only show up a couple times a month, and it’s an even rarer sight if you see him at morning practices, the ones that occur when the sun is just peaking over the trees and tall buildings on campus and the sky is rich, navy blue hue. it’s not even because he’s busy with other things like school or a job, he just doesn’t show up because he ‘doesn’t feel like it’. coach erwin smith verbally scolds him for his lack of team spirit and collaboration, but coach levi ackerman simply just makes him run and do suicides until he nearly passes out from exhaustion.
eren still does what he pleases though, and somehow maintains his position of the team’s quarterback. as many absences as he has, he can still keep up and is knowledgeable of team plays and strategies.
definitely the one to play jokes and pranks on the rest of the team alongside connie. more on that soon
back to what i was saying about him being the local manwhore though (as cliche as it is, it fits this version of him), a lot of women and even some men want a piece of mr. yeager and he thoughtlessly entertains any flirtatious encounters he may come across. lowkey he’s kinda superficial, and a liittle shallow, but always get what he wants. if he does end up getting with someone for the long term, the lucky girl wouldn’t fall for his beguiling smiles so easy; they’d humble him, making him a better person and that would make him fall deeply in love with them.
ꨄ . . . JEAN
in the pic jean looks like he was attending a conference of some sort. therefore, i like to believe he never liked going to those things, and his cute lil thick girlfriend me as well as his manager forces him to attend and participate. i hc that he doesn’t really like being in front of flashing cameras and reporters all that much (camera shy <3) . he’d rather have scouts come to his games and hunt him down for questions afterwards.
jean gives me wide receiver vibes idkk. i think he probably wanted to be quarterback but he had to compete with eren for that spot, and eren beat him to it. over time though he’s grown to love playing the position
definitely has his own little harem of girls that would drop their panties for him, but he’s so incredibly loyal to that pretty girl he has laying in his bed back at his dorm or his apartment, so he politely declines or weave around their advances.
he lives for the massages his gf gives when he goes home after a long day of practice & work and/or school. the way her hands work into the tense and stiff muscles on his back or shoulders either leave him incredibly aroused or incredibly sleepy
i feel like he’s one of the more... serious ones, like he follows plays strictly by the book, shows up to every practice on time (maybe even stays late if he has extra energy), the whole 9 yards.
wants to go pro, and he does eventually
if one of those programs should happen where high school football teams, or a group of kids from a rec center shadow his team for a whole day, i feel like he’d be very involved with the younger kids. he’s really eager to teach them all the skills he’s picked up over the years, run a couple plays and give them tips to succeed if they wanna get into the sport or get drafted in the nfl.
i hc that he would do like... commercials for things and get brand deals n’ stuff because he just seems approachable, despite not liking being in front of a camera in that way
unfortunately, the pranks that eren and connie play are on him 75% of the time :( my poor boy. def gets a grey hair or two dealin with them
expanding on what i said before, there was a little teeny bit of resentment he held towards eren because he got to be quarterback instead of him, and he gives ‘ren shit for it sometimes ( ‘ren is offended and acts like he doesn’t know why but deep down he has an idea, and taunts jean about it). but when it’s crunch time and they’re in the zone, they work so well together; they are definitely a dynamic duo and no one can stop them
ꨄ . . . ARMIN
oh precious baby armin <333 he looks so delectable in the fan art i just wanna lick up his neck and kiss all over his face while i bounce on that veiny colossal cock he got in his━
ahem, sorry about that
anyway, yes. armin is definitely very beefy here as a football player and we love that
naturally, eren is his best friend on the team. matter fact, he’s the one that convinced armin to join in the first place. he did really well at tryouts and practice, so they also made him apart of the starting lineup as a (full back) running back
building off this, i feel like him (and connie) are the most agile on the team. sure everyone is fast and has to have a certain level of agility and speed to even be on the team, let alone be a starter, but armin...he’s just slightly better than everyone else in that department
i headcanon that he’s the rookie of the team, meaning he joined a tad later than everyone else, which was strange because usually coaches levi and erwin don’t accept no late comers; if you miss tryouts then that’s it. but that just made everyone believe that he had real potential if they accepted him anyway
armin initially saw football as a hobby, an extracurricular if you will. but the longer he played for the team, the closer he gets to his best friend eren whilst making new ones, the more he started to realize that football was more than a hobby. it was a de-stressor, he really enjoyed being out on the field everyday. it made him forget about all his troubles for a while
speaking of troubles, he’s in college (as i previously alluded to), majoring in environmental science and ecology. he usually has a lot of stuff on his academic plate but he manages it really well and maintains a good academic standing
after his first game, a month after he joined, all the girls flocked to him and sweet ‘min isn’t used to getting attention like that, so it left him a bit frazzled, trying to listen to everyone at once and give them a thoughtful answer, while flashing them a sheepish smile (which only made his new harem swoon even more)
he’d never admit it to anyone, but all this attention definitely boosted his self esteem and his ego. it’s something he now anticipated after a game or practice, and he only got more suave and sly, taking everyone off guard
def the type to invite the boys to train or hit the gym outside practice and then hangout or something afterwards
also the type to get brand deals and be special guests on kids television or award ceremonies to present awards or whatever
ꨄ . . . REINER
oh reiner.. my everything. the kids miss you bb
okay UH when i first saw the fan art for reiner my immediate thought was he is a line backer. like immediately. to me it suits him well because he’s so bigggg n’ muscular and beefy like YUMMMM he’d be tackling mfs
another one of those kinds of players that would take the game a little more seriously than others; like jean he does things by the playbook and does it very very well
part of this is because reiner is that team member that has been playing football for most of his life: as a fun little thing in middle school, played all four years in high school, and intends to play all through college. his dream since he was younger is to be scouted by one of his favorite teams, get drafted, and go pro
spoiler alert: he does. (when they announced his name, number and what team he was gonna play, he was so shocked and almost teared up as he walked up the stage to accept his jersey. he’s so cute. )
reiner just.... looks the most natural in football attire let’s be real with ourselves. like it suits him. he loves the game so much
i headcanon that he becomes the nfl’s “it boy”, like he’s the talk of the organization for a while, people won’t stop talking about him, companies are reaching out to him for endorsements and brand deals bc why not. sports magazines reach out to him as well and he also looks natural posing for a camera as he does on the field
in his future, i can see him being inducted into the nfl hall of fame. that, he will cry at, because it’ll make him feel like he accomplished something in his life, and that people acknowledge him.
sees his college and/or professional team like family fr; all the boys like his brothers
it’s a given reiner will kiiinda be a meathead, always the first to take up offers to go to the gym or stay longer after practice.
likes coach erwin a lot, and is...intimidated by coach levi LMAOOOO
ꨄ . . . CONNIE
ahhh, cornelius constance jamal springer III
he lowkey gives me laid back skater boy turned jock
he plays entirelyyy too much like he gets threatened to be benched every other week
sometimes he does end up getting benched and when he pouts his pink puffy lips, coach levi narrows his eyes at him, slaps him upside the head with his clipboard and goes “if you’d just shut the fuck up during practice and do what you’re told, that could be you out there” and then proceeds to put him in bc levi wants all his boys to play
but this ain’t about levi. he’ll come next
connie def runs the most suicides bc of his aforementioned behavior
unrelated but connie is one of the most agile/fast people on the team, right next to armin. so what’s a few laps? the coaches think. the way the coaches see it, all that talk he was chatting about the latest kickback, they’ll wear him down so much he’ll be too sore to attend
connie’s position... he gives me tight end, maybe even a cornerback . i’d like to think he really enjoys playing offense more than defense.
to be frank, everyone on this list has their own little group of fangirls, and constance eats up the attention he gets. before he started playing football, it was never like this, and he wasn’t all that well known, he just blended into the crowd. but playing for his college...despite it actually being kinda fun, was the best decision he ever made
probably knew jean and was friends with him in high school and just when jean boy thought he’d escape connie (he’d never tell him or anyone how much he’d missed him at their high school graduation) there he goes at the information sessions....then at tryouts...and the locker rooms and practice... and on the field. all the while connie is just smirking at his friend’s annoyed expression
back to what i was saying before, connie is probably the prankster on the team, well, more like comic relief to liven things up. he is definitely the type to do that thing when you wring a towel up tight, all that pressure packed up in a stiff coil, before releasing all that pressure in the form of a loud smack! on someone’s unsuspecting bare ass
jean is the victim of this most of the time
everyone is howling in laughter, even armin let’s out a hearty chuckle
and that thing i said about eren being included in these schemes? yeah if the pranks are on jean, then he’ll gladly oblige because they have this unspoken rivalry between each other. but connie always gets in trouble, eren almost always slipping away at the last minute with a snicker
ꨄ . . . LEVI
levi ackerman.... he looks delicious in the fan art don’t you agree? that piercing and silver chain he got make me wanna drop my panties fr
in this case, i think it’s a given he’s one of the coaches for this team. if this was like good cop bad cop, levi would be.. the ‘bad’ cop
LOL he’s more strict and kind of demands more from his players. the way he carries himself, he’s intimidating and just exudes authority. but the boys got used to it overtime
very punctual. he takes that seriously so the boys try their hardest to be early or arrive on time. levi don’t got time for all that shit, he just wants to do his job and get today’s session over with
in terms of coaching, i hc that levi handles practicing whatever plays are in the playbook, taking the time to make sure everyone knows what they’re doing and that they’re doing it right. that doesn’t mean his patience is extensive though, he will get irritated if someone is doing something wrong too many times. he whips them into shape by threatening to bench them or ‘sarcastically’ joke that he’ll give one of the boys a broken bone, “so now you really will be on the bench because and won’t be able to play.”
heheh, silly levi <3
erwin has to remind him he can’t blatantly make threats like that
i headcanon that he’s also the one that schedule most meetings and press conferences, as well as handle everything when the boys have an away game
now if we’re talking about levi in his glory days...whew baby was dat shit fr
back when he was in college he was one of the star players on his team. he used to be the kicker, the muscles in his legs taut and strong; he never missed btw. but for the majority of his professional career, i’d like to say that he played wide receiver, like jean. he seems like he’d enjoy weaving past the opposing team (his more slender stature coming in handy) and running damn near the entire field to catch passes
the competition couldn’t keep up with him
he was that guy that had never touched a football in his life, but as soon as he started, he was damn good. eventually got inducted into the hall of fame. one of the few times he genuinely smiled at something
out of everyone on this list, him and erwin have suffered the most injuries. one time when he was younger, levi was tackled down and he fell wrong, dislocating his entire shoulder
he loves the boys so much, outside of football, he cares about their well being and what’s going on in their lives, he’s just awful at expressing it
ꨄ . . . ERWIN
first thing that came to mind for erwin smith was ‘head coach’. i think it makes sense considering his ranking in the aot canonverse
referring back to my good cop/bad cop comparison from before erwin is the ‘good’ cop. and good is laying it on kinda thick. bc erwin can still be strict, he’s just slightly more lenient then levi is
if the boys had to choose, eight times outta ten, they’d pick coach smith
in terms of his role on the team, most of the time he’s the one in charge of days where the boys condition their bodies, so like endurance training, increasing their stamina, flexibility exercises etc. truthfully speaking though, him and levi’s roles are interchangeable ; they’re perfectly capable of doing each other’s jobs
but i can see erwin yelling out counts and commands during practice a little too well. sometimes he’d even do conditioning exercises with them bc “what’s the harm in that ?”
side note: he’s tall and muscular and strong it’s crazy fr
also, coach erwin is a milf chaser . kiindaaaa unrelated but it’s definitely true. esp a milf who happens to be a black woman. just imagine he’s goin to a high school game to scout out and new players who show great potential, and then he notices this gorgeous, dark skinned woman a few seats away and he just has to go talk to her . turns out her son is on the field he’s been the one that he’s been eyeing the whole time . he puts his silver tongue to use and flatters her almost immediately. by the end of the night erwin just might have scored a new member of his team and a new stepson
;)) that needed to be said
but besides that, he finds that a lot of single moms often offer him a lingering glance wherever he may go. i mean who can blame them ?
i feel like back when he was younger and he used to play he was a lot like reiner. which kinda explains why reiner admires erwin so much , bc he sees the resemblance too. erwin was the “golden boy” in his days.
in high school, he played quarterback and in college he was positioned as center . bc again, him leading offense and yelling out commands to the quarterback is very on brand for him
levi and erwin first met at a college kickback (yes levi occasionally went to those bc he was on the football team, but he hated every minute of it) . they met at a bar , talked about stuff, discovered they both played ball and their friendship went from there. things got interesting when they say each other on opposite sides on the field the following saturday, their schools playing against each other . they continued to hang out and meet for drinks after that .
erwin is in love with the game it would take something really serious to force him to stop playing . that serious thing, was when he tore his ACL. the way he and the opposing team member charged at each other, you’d think they were in a brawl to the death. one wrong movement and a tackle to the ground and that was it. although his knee was burning with excruciating pain, erwin gritted his teeth and stood up on his own , stumbling to the bench with the help of other coaches and teammates. he didn’t think it was that serious so he didn’t get it checked out right away
it was this mistake that cost him . now he has a long lasting knee pain which prevented him from seriously playing. he can still do physical activity, it just took him a while to get back to it
naturally, he got inducted into the hall of fame early on in his nfl career— well, at least earlier than levi did
and like levi, he cared deeply for his players and their futures, on and off the field <3 he’s such a sweetie
cw ! ━━ modern au. black + thick coded reader, fem! reader. characters are aged up 18+ (imagine him how he looked in naruto: the last movie). mostly sfw content. suggestive scenarios. undertones of nsfw. fluffy softness. established relationship. naruto’s in love :)
word count ! ━━ 1.3k
notes ! ━━ i was binge watching shippuden last night and i just... yeah that’s where this idea came from. pure impulse. i definitely think he’s the soft kind of boyfie to do this <3 not entirely proofread, but i did my best so excuse any errors. reblogs are heavily appreciated!
NARUTO UZUMAKI IS THE KIND of boyfriend who would sneak through your window into your bedroom at 1 am because he missed you so much. . . even though the last time you saw him was mere hours ago when you and your friends went out to see a movie and drive around the city.
you put the plate of oatmeal raisin cookies and cup of apple juice down as you checked your phone that laid down on the disheveled comforter of your bed spread. it was 1:34 a.m., much too late to be snacking on anything, but you didn’t care. food always seemed to taste better in the dead of night when you’re about to settle in and watch something.
before getting comfortable in the bed, you made your way to your large vanity mirror and slipped off your bonnet so you can re-tie your scarf a little tighter on your head, before intricately wrapping your hair back into the protective, soft shield of your bonnet.
just as you turned around, the silhouette of a tall, male body appeared in your peripheral vision, thoroughly scaring you━ until you realized who it was. and then your body broke out into a cold sweat, the muscle in your chest beating incessantly for other reasons. not entirely because you were excited to see him.
“n-naruto? what the hell are you doing?!” you whisper-yelled from the other side of the glass. you muttered incoherents while unlocking the window, extending your hand so you can let him inside as quietly as possible. he wasn’t entirely listening to your harsh scolding. he was too busy staring at you... in an old t-shirt of his that he left here months ago, and his eyes naturally drifted down to hour bare, luscious legs. the blonde could feel his heart skip a beat when he noticed you weren’t wearing any bottoms underneath.
your annoyed groan pulled him out of the trance caused by you and your effortless beauty. “huh? what’d you say?”
“i said,” you started off in a stern tone, but it softened gradually the longer you stared at your blue-eyed boyfriend. you felt your body grown warm from the inside out the longer you pondered on the fact he came all the way here at this hour, just to see you. you’d always loved how much of a sweetheart he could be. still, your anxieties that someone, your mother perhaps, would hear the window open or all the extra movement coming from your room.
so you had to ask. “what are you doing here? i don’t want you to get in trouble because you snuck up here.” yes, you said you didn’t want him to get in trouble, and not yourself. it was true that your family did think he was a nice guy, but that trust and cordial behavior could quickly be ripped from under him had they found out that he came up to your room so late━ you parents were strict and annoyingly overbearing in that way.
all your worrisome thoughts immediately evaporated from your mind when you felt his rough but warm palms slip under your━ his━ shirt and pulled you against his own body. he didn’t waste any time to dip his neck down slightly and capture your lips in a saccharine kiss. it only lasted for a few seconds before naruto pulled back from your mouth, but only a little that his lips still brushed against your own while he talked. “...i missed my pretty girl. can’t i come see her?”
his voice slipped into a husky whisper that strip your legs of any strength it had embedded in their bones, and caused that familiar pool of arousal to build up in between your legs. you had a silky reply for him in mind, but as soon as your gaze met the deep, blue pools that were his eyes, the words suddenly got caught in your throat. the way he stared down at you, as if you were a constellation in the sky, all wide eyed and bright and shining. he marveled at your beauty, lost in the velvety nature of your voice, of the curve of your lips, the way your skin felt against his touch. you were naruto’s entire world, and he’d go to whatever lengths to see you, to see those pretty eyes and stunning smile; and he didn’t care what anyone had to say about him.
his longing stare overwhelmed you, it forced you to look back down at the nike logo of the black hoodie that clung loosely to his taut chest. “y-yeah...” that’s the only thing that you were capable of saying without embarrassing yourself. your cheeks already felt like they were on fire. and all he did was look at you like that, with those lidded eyes and that shadow of a smirk.
you couldn’t see the sly, cheeky grin that resulted from said smirk, nor did you see his pointed canines peek out from his smile. with no warning, the hands laying limply on your waist traveled southwards to the backs of your thighs, and with a soft grunt and a hum, he lifted you up with hardly any effort at all.
reflexively, your legs locked around his waist and your arms circled around his neck, holding onto his hoodie for dear life. you had to cover your mouth to muffle the yelp that was a millisecond away from leaping out from behind your lips. you stared anxiously at the ground, increasingly worried he would trip on something or stub his toe in your dimly lit room because he was too busy peppering chaste kisses on your neck and collarbone.
shockingly, he made it to your bed unscathed, and you felt him set you down on your message gently. you hesitantly unhooked your limbs from his body so he can take off his hooded sweatshirt, leaving him in only a white wifebeater, his muscled arms on display. flinging it somewhere on your desk chair, he climbed onto your bed and over the covers, snuggling in as if he were in his own bed in his own room.
“well, you surely got comfortable,” you commented cheekily as you got under the blankets as well. your 1am snack sat on your night stand, growing cold an abandoned.
“mmhm, sure did. c’mere real quick.” naruto didn’t even give you an opportunity to process what he said, let alone reply, as he pulled your body even closer to his own, until you sat on his pelvis. you were basically straddling him.
your perfectly arched eyebrow quirked upwards in intrigue, a teasing smile threatening to pull on your face. as if they belonged there, your hands lazily trailed up and down his thinly covered chest, and then wormed its way under the material of his undershirt to trace the grooves and creases of his surprisingly well defined abs. with the way he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, you could tell he enjoyed it.
staring up at you like this, not doing anything but blinking, breathing, existing in nothing but his tattered t-shirt and dark colored panties, he couldn’t find it in him to look away from you. “you’re beautiful. so fucking gorgeous. . . and all fucking mine.”
his voice almost came out in a growl, and it left your essence to further drip and coat the part of your underwear that constantly rubbed against your sex. now it was your turn to look away embarrassed, biting your lip. naruto didn’t always curse like that, only when he was too deep in his emotions, whether it was excitement, anger... or intense passion. that amorous look in his eyes was enough to make you short of breath.
a firm hand came down on your plump, somewhat naked ass as he sat upwards, leaning forward to give you another kiss that was much more fervent than before. you whined into your lip-locked embrace, a wordless sign the blonde knew meant that you wanted him to do it again━ that you wanted more.
it was times like this, way past 1 am with pale moon hanging behind the clouds, where the both of you wished time would freeze, that the world stopped spinning, just so he can be stuck in this moment with you forever. right now. you were all that he needed.
i was talking with one of my best friends @yamaguchism about this and it was just too delicious to pass up so here’s a drabble for ya <3
cw — aged up (third year students, 18+), bullying & teasing, harmful usage of quirks, suggestive comments & behaviors.
other notes — bully!kaminari x black!fem!reader. i really didn’t intend for this to be so long but as usual i got carried away….and this was such a good idea.
BULLY!KAMINARI, who actually, doesn’t seem like the type to bully anyone at all. he seems so....happy go lucky. if anything, he’s more the type to playfully tease you or crack a joke because he likes making people laugh.
you were the exception to that case.
you didn’t really find him funny. you thought he was kind of corny, actually. whenever he approached you or joked about something and you just happened to be in earshot, you’d let out a soft grunt, a dismissive hum, or even roll your eyes. you couldn’t put your finger on it, but you just found something about him…annoying.
and this shouldn’t have bothered kaminari. i mean, he gets this kind of treatment from bakugou every day and they’re each other’s closest friends. so why did your reactions rub him the wrong way? was it because he thought you were pretty? maybe. or was it because he was trying so hard to befriend you but never made any progress? possibly.
he’d think and ponder over this for weeks, which bled into a month or two. and all the while, you still never gave him the time of day. deep down, his feelings were hurt.
BULLY!KAMINARI, who starts to actively avoid you whenever you were near. you didn’t think much of it at first, but then this behavior persisted on for longer than what was deemed normal, and it started to make you wonder if you did something wrong.
it was pretty funny (cruelly ironic is what it was) that the more he distanced himself from your existence, the more you wanted to surround yourself with the essence that is denki kaminari.
but given by how he started glaring at you sideways, or rolling his eyes whenever you said something, it was too late. too late to apologize and far too late to make amends. you’ve never even seen kaminari look truly upset before, or was aware he could be this petty, so the fact he was acting this way towards you started to cut deep.
you began to regret not laughing at his jokes and clever quips.
BULLY!KAMINARI, who notices your behavior and demeanor change into something much softer and more meek than before. his eyes went wide when he heard you chuckle at something amusing he’d said. and you never did that so it was a big deal for him. he was almost excited, but the times he tried to get you to loosen up before and grow closer to your—which only resulted in your annoyed silence and the cold shoulder— flashed in his mind. now he remembered the reason why he was acting like this in the first place.
he turned to you, a taunting gleam shining in his eyes, “what? you find somethin’ funny?” you were startled by his direct approach and suddenly felt extremely shy and awkward, so you looked away from his gaze, and pursed your lips shut.
when you didn’t reply, he sauntered over to you, his hands shoved in his pockets and a smug grin on his lips. since you were sitting in a chair, he leaned down to your height so you were now eye-level with him. “glad to see you finally have a sense of humor. though i wasn’t talking to you, so i’m not really sure what it is you found so comical.”
there was a lighthearted tone to his voice, but you knew that was only a poorly attempted veil to mask his contempt towards you. moving even closer to you, kaminari saw just how pretty your face was, and thought even more so now that it was twisted up in discomfort and nervousness.
he whispered directly in your face, “it’s rude to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations, don’t’cha think?” his warm breath and double-edged words cause an unexpected whimper to escape your lips. with a dry chuckle, he extended his index finger a bit and suddenly a jolt of electricity had penetrated your skin and shot up your spine, causing you to jump away from him. it didn’t necessarily hurt, but there was a lingering ache that did not feel pleasant.
you stared up at him in shock (pun intended) and disbelief. you didn’t think someone as friendly as denki kaminari would use his quirk against you. “c’mon, it was only a few sparks! relaaax.” there was something mischievous in his voice that had a darker ring to it.
even after he left, you still sat there; tense and far from relaxed.
BULLY!KAMINARI, who never really let go of the petty, bruised feelings he harbored towards you. instead, he let it morph into something else; he liked seeing this subdued version of yourself, whose body visibly stiffened every time he walked past you or looked in your general direction. he only found you more attractive and couldn’t help but continue to mess with you, but now for no particular reason.
BULLY! KAMINARI, who still kept giving you “little sparks” in the hallway or if he sat near you. spoiler alert: they were not little. the guy was damn near electrocuting you. he’s become incredibly skilled at controlling his quirk as time passed, and his aim has gotten scarily accurate. each jolt of electricity he served you with a smile was more powerful than the last. some would leave your limbs twitching for several minutes, gaining concerned looks from teachers and other students. the agony of your insides being fried and rattled by the pure voltage of energy is something you’ll never get used to.
his ‘teasing’ wasn’t exclusive to just sending electron shockwaves throughout your body. when no one was paying attention, he’d partake in usual “bully” things, like knocking into you to make sure your books splattered all over the floor, pinching or caressing any inch of skin he could get his hands on and whispering hurtful and/or lecherous things in your ear. your eyebrows shot up and cheeks ignited at some of the things he’d say with that stupid grin he always wore.
BULLY!KAMINARI, who you knew could be rather vulgar, but that never meant you were prepared for when he voiced his lewd thoughts— like the ones about you and how your white uniform shirt looked a little tight around your breasts, or how you were such a slut for bending over in front of him in that skirt to pick up your pen that fell on the ground….the one that he knocked over on the way to his own desk.
and no one ever saw anything. no one ever suspected the reason why you suddenly became more susceptible to static electricity or why you dreaded being within 20 feet of the golden haired boy was because he was bullying you. kaminari would never admit it out loud, but he loved this new dynamic between the two of you.
he liked how this went. he’d corner you in an empty hallway, with one hand gripping your waist and the other snug around your throat, seconds after serving you another delicious helping of electricity (he wished he could take a picture of you and keep it as his lockscreen forever). “you’re so gorgeous, angel,” he’d mumble to himself; already feeling static on the skin of your neck yet again. crystal tears would stream down your brown cheeks, and you’d choke out a “w-why? why do you keep d-doing this, den…ki ?”. his cock jumped in his pants when he heard his first name drip from your tongue. but he’d worry about that later.
leaning closer, bully!kaminari would stare at you with lidded eyes and a close lipped smirk, darting his own tongue out to kitten lick your salty tears away, “you brought this on yourself baby. you’ve only got yourself to blame.”
and deep down, you knew he was right. in that moment, you wished you’d been kinder to kaminari.
a/n ! — halfway through writing this i decided i’m definitely making a part two. it prob won’t be in this headcanon-esque format and will def include smut🤓 and maybe a redemption arc.
LOID FORGER, who only after started working operation strix, discovers that he might have breeding kink after seeing you interact with anya and being so doting and loving towards her. he can’t help but let his stare linger on your curvaceous figure effortlessly float around the kitchen, entertaining anya’s whimsical ambitions with a playful grin. he began to imagine what you’d look like with a round, swollen belly and heavy breasts, knowing the little miracle brewing in there was his doing. his jaw clenched in an effort to compose himself and focus on the real reason why he’s here and why he’s doing this.
but you make it so hard with your pretty face and smooth skin and the way you smile at him when you ask if he wants milk in his coffee.
LOID FORGER, who realizes that his feelings for you might be deeper than just being amiable for the sake of the mission, or putting on a façade for other people to believe the two of you are actually married. whenever you’re together, there’s this primal urge inside of him that wants to protect you with everything in his being, that wants to feel the full extent of your kindness. he finds himself wanting to touch some part of your body at every moment of the day, he wants to kiss your lips until they swell and pulsate, the taste of him lingering on your tongue, he wants to mark you up on every imaginable, visible surface— including the invisible ones like inside that pretty princess pussy you’re hiding from him.
LOID FORGER, who begins to admit to himself that he wants this to be real, he wants this faux family of his to be real despite of their previous goals and how it started out. yes, he still had a mission to carry out, but when it was all over, he didn’t want you (or anya) to go your separate ways. he wanted to come home from work, to little anya and bond jumping with excitement at her favorite cartoons, to you in the kitchen making dinner, humming an imaginary tune with a soft smile on your countenance and that glow around your figure that he’s grown to love.
LOID FORGER, who wants to come home and wrap his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling his nose into the nape of your neck, trailing kisses in his wake. then finally using his rough palm, he gently grabbed you by the chin and forced your head back at an angle so he could taste those sweet, sweet lips that he missed all day long. he’d grown addicted to the taste.
he wants to come and listen to you and anya ramble on about the random, mundane, exciting things about your day and upcoming plans for the weekend, never growing tired of hearing you talk no matter how little his expression changes.
LOID FORGER, who wants to come home and be able to have you in bed, squirming and trembling underneath him in the dead of night, wants to see you struggle to keep quiet, and struggle to take every single inch of his rigid cock. at first he was fucking you intensely, but eventually something clicked in him, and he mellowed his pacing, drifting away from hard and fast but deep and slow, making sure that with every stroke, every fleeting touch, every kiss he placed upon you, every deep groan that you managed to pull from his lips…that you felt it; you’d feel that this was him making love to you, being so intimate and raw and passionate.
damn, he guessed he loved you.
LOID FORGER, an unwavering and cold spy, hardened by years on the job, was softened beyond what he believed he was previously capable of when you entered the picture. he realizes that this is something he’d been longing for his whole life, and now that he’s gotten a taste of it, he’ll cherish it and you as long as he’s able.
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a/n! this wasn’t supposed to be this long and it was supposed to be more smutty but it turned into…this.. LMFAOOO i got carried away i lub him <3
