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Biggest Showoff – Monty absolutely loves impressing you. Whether it’s shredding his guitar with insane solos or showing off his strength by lifting heavy things around the Pizzaplex, he’ll always glance at you to make sure you’re watching.
Protective as Hell – He may act all tough, but the moment something (or someone) makes you uncomfortable, he steps in without hesitation. He’ll wrap an arm around you, glare at whoever’s causing trouble, and say something like, “You got a problem? ‘Cause I can solve it.”
Surprisingly Sweet – Though he has a bit of an aggressive reputation, Monty has his soft moments. If you’re feeling down, he’ll grumble about how “soft stuff ain’t his thing” but will still sit next to you, gently nudging you with his snout until you talk to him.
Nicknames for Days – Calls you “Superstar” when he’s feeling playful, “Darlin’” when he’s in a rare sweet mood, and “Shorty” if you’re smaller than him (which is likely, given he’s a massive animatronic gator).
Jealousy? Oh, Absolutely. – If you get too friendly with Freddy or any of the others, Monty gets grumpy. He’ll cross his arms, tail flicking in irritation, and throw passive-aggressive comments. You’ll have to remind him that he’s your favourite, and he’ll smugly reply, “Yeah, I know.”
Loves Giving You Rides – Whether it’s a piggyback ride or letting you sit on his shoulders during concerts, Monty enjoys making you feel on top of the world.
Competitive Streak – Challenges you to mini-golf at Gator Golf all the time. If you somehow beat him, he will dramatically act like you cheated and demand a rematch.
Tail Flicks = Affection – When he’s in a good mood and you’re sitting next to him, his tail will subtly flick around you or rest lightly on your leg. It’s his way of showing he’s comfortable around you.
Loves Rock Music Dates – If you ever bring headphones and play music for him, he’ll lean in real close to listen. He prefers loud, fast-paced music, but if you introduce him to something softer, he won’t admit it, but he secretly enjoys it.
Biting = Love Language? – Since he’s a gator, Monty playfully nips at you sometimes. It’s never enough to hurt, just a little love bite to remind you he’s there. If you ever return the favour (even just a small tap on his snout), expect him to be very smug about it.
Hitoshi Shinsou x reader and his nsfw headcanons
warning: reader is female, NSFW VERY NAUGHTY,
He love love LOVES phone sex. probably is the first form of sex you actualy do with him. He loves hearing your voice and the way your breathing changes whenever he calls you your favourite pet names. He thinks the mystery of having sex without actually seeing or touching you in intriguing. gets him more turned on
"mhmm.. come on pretty girl.. make that pussy feel good for me"
"that's it princess... you can do it"
he lives and breathes off of reassurance. he knows you need it and he's more than happy to give it, afterall, he wants his baby to feel comfortable.
his favourite position for passionate sex is either missionary or when he has you on his lap and he'll drop his head onto your shoulder and you both fuck eachother so gently.
his favourite FREAKY position is either you bent over or when he has your ankles next to his ears. He would say the most filthiest things to you, making your stomach scrunch up into a horny wet mess.
"fuckk y/n... you're taking my cock so well.. want some more princess?"
lord KNOWS you love his fingers and the way they look, he purposefully teases you just cause he knows you're always watching. wether its putting his hands on your inner thigh or placing it on your lower back, doesn't matter, its like Niagara falls in this bitch right now.
ho is u shakespeare? that shinsou fic was the SHIT
i BEG BEG BEG FOR shinsou nsfw, you write him so good PLEASE
like headcanons, oneshots, full fics ANYTHING PLEASE I LOVE YOU MWUAH MWUAH MWAUH
NONSENSE PT 3
You can’t stop thinking of Shinsou after your first date.
NSFW, Phone sex, guys this is pure FILFFFTH tw..
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You end up calling Shinsou only an hour later. It’s actually him who calls you first, but you won’t deny the fact that you pick up almost instantly.
“Hey.”
His voice sounds a little breathless, and considering the fact he just got home, you assume he’s only just walked through the door, but it immediately makes you smile. You hear some rustling on the other end, a door open and close, and you assume he’s in his bedroom. You’ve set yourself up on your own bed, a Kraft Mac and cheese in your favourite mug and a movie on your laptop.
“So. It’s been a while. How have you been?” You ask and his laugh crackles in the mic.
His laugh that reminds you of his smile, which reminds you of his lips and the way they’d kissed you only minutes before. Your hands drift to where he had grabbed your face and you sit up, trying to calm yourself down.
If you’re being entirely honest with yourself, you feel horny.
You have a rule for yourself. Despite your joke earlier, you have a deal with yourself to never fuck on the first date. You never really know someone properly after one, and especially with university guys, you’d rather get to know them better first. It’s also another little test, to see if they have that perfect mix of disappointment and respect at your denial.
Shinsou hadn’t even suggested at anything crazy, but that kiss had left your stomach coiling with need, and you found that you haven’t stopped thinking about him since. About getting him in your room and your bed. Your roommate wasn’t even home. It would’ve been perfect.
But you have principles, and even cute guys like Shinsou can’t change them.
“I’m good. I’m home, now. Dropped Eri home. She said she misses you.”
You smile, tucking yourself further under your blankets. “I miss her. And so does Elizabeth.”
You can almost hear Shinsou shaking his head. “Where did she even get a name like that?”
“God knows. Thanks for winning her for me though.”
Shinsou sighs, and you hear noise on the other line. “Well. It was nothing difficult, you know.”
You hum. “It was a great date, though. Plus one and all.”
“Really?”
“Really. I have a rule for myself, and you almost made me break it.”
Fuck. You were not supposed to say that.
“Rule?”
“Anyway! I’m watching a movie. What are you doing?”
“No, no.” Shinsou interrupts. “What rule?”
“No rules. What rules? It’s nothing.” You stammer.
Shinsou laughs. “Come on, don’t get all shy on me now. What rule?”
You huff. It’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s going to be weirded out or anything. You’re sure that kiss meant just as much as it did to him with how far his tongue was in your mouth.
“I. Well. I sorta have this rule, that I won’t ever sleep with guy on the first date, but I almost broke it. For you.” You laugh nervously.
You hands cover your face. He’s on speaker now, and the phone is out of sight to your side like it’ll make you feel any less ashamed of the words that just came out of your mouth.
“Come over then. Fuck your rules.”
His voice has dropped, gravelly and mixed with someone else you can’t quite place, and you think you could die listening to it.
Your face flushes at his words. “Shinsou! I-I can’t.”
“You can’t or you won’t?”
You feel another pang of need. But you won’t. You tell him so and he groans, and you imagine him making that noise in a different setting and you screw your eyes shut.
“I’m always one for a loophole, sweetheart. I have an idea. If you’re interested.”
You wonder if he can feel your arousal from the other line, the way you almost throw your laptop and snacks off your bed. You have some idea what he could want, and you’re already preparing yourself to say yes, untangling your legs from beneath your covers to sit up in your bed.
“I’m interested.”
He hums. There’s a beat of silence, like he’s considering his next words.
“Touch yourself.” His voice is softer now, but it’s laced with something dangerous. “For me.”
“For you?” You still try and find a way to tease him back, but you’re laying back as you speak, already preparing yourself to obey.
“Well, it can be for you too, sweetheart.” He laughs. “Well?”
“Okay.”
You delve into the very back of your bedside table, the dildo you’d bought on an especially lonely night in your hand. Your hoodie, no, Shinsou’s hoodie, is off in a second, and you’re just wearing an old T-shirt and underwear. Shinsou hears the commotion, and he suddenly speaks up.
“No rushing, okay? You’re gonna do what I tell you. All the stuff I would’ve done if I’d have come over tonight.”
Your head falls back against the pillow, and heat pools between your legs. You think you whimper slightly, and you drop the toy on the sheets next to you.
“Okay. Fine.”
“Good girl.”
Oh fuck. You make a noise at the praise, and you can hear the smirk on his voice when he speaks once more. “I’ll remember that for later.”
You sigh. “So? What would you have done if you were coming over tonight?”
Shinsou thinks for a moment. “Would’ve walked you to mine. Let you in and very respectfully shown you to my couch.”
His words are tame enough, but the anticipation and the thought behind them has you wondering how long it would take for you to get to his place. One of your hands trail mindlessly up and down your stomach as you turn up the volume of your phone to the max.
“I’d have gotten you a drink. Sat you down on the couch just far enough that you’d want to move closer. Would you have moved closer?”
“Yes. I would’ve.”
He hums and you hear a zipper, a rustle of fabric. “That’s good. I’d have moved closer, too. Brushed a hair out of your face. Any excuse to touch you, that gorgeous face.”
He’s not even here, and you’re this worked up. He’s barely even said anything, nothing that suggestive, but you think you’re the wettest you’ve ever been in your entire life.
“I think- I’d have leaned in. Tried to kiss you.” You whisper.
“Yeah? Well, I would've kissed you back.” He sounds equal parts cocky and flattered, and it makes you want him that much more. You don’t love the noise that you make at that, but you do love the chuckle he makes in response.
“I wanted to kiss you all night. I think if we were anywhere else I’d have you bent over the closest surface. I don’t think I’d have been able to stop if I had gotten just one taste.”
Your hands itch towards your toy, and he tuts, ever perceptive. “Not yet.”
“Fuck, Shinsou.”
“Come on. Don’t you want to be good for me?”
You can hear the stupid smirk on his face, and the strangled noise you make is so out of character of you it makes you mad, along with the satisfied sound that he makes, but you’re frankly too turned on to really care right now.
“That’s what I thought. You’d have been good for me at mine too, right? Let me take that shirt off?”
“Yes. Yes.” And in turn you fumble behind you and unclip your bra, and your chest is heaving, aching, begging to be touched.
“Would you let me play with those gorgeous tits?”
“You didn’t even see them.” You try go for teasing but you sound so breathless it’s more degrading to you than anything else.
“Oh, I can imagine. Touch them. Pretend it’s me.”
Finally. Your hands immediately come up, rough and impatient-
“Slowly. Softly, at first. I’d take my time with you.” You groan but you comply, hands almost feather light as you ghost over your nipples.
“How’s that feel?”
“Good. S’good.” You whine. “It’s not enough.”
“Would you get frustrated? Show me how rough you want it?”
You nod even though he can’t see you. “Yes.”
And you don’t wait for the command before you’re pinching roughly, a groan leaving your lips as your hips lift off the bed and the stimulation goes straight to the heat building between your legs.
“That’s it. So good for me.” He coaxes you and another moan leaves your throat. “And what if I slipped those jeans off? Let my hands slide up those beautiful legs?”
“I-I’d let you. Please.”
“Would you be wet?”
“Yes, fuck I’m so wet. Need you, Shinsou.”
“Hitoshi. Call me Hitoshi.”
You do and he curses, and there’s more movement on his end. You wonder what he looks like right now, and you have half a mind to send him your address right now.
“That’s good. I’d give you what you need. You’d need it so badly, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” And you love that his words sound that bit strained, that he’s not as unaffected as you think he’s trying to seem.
“Please, please, Hitoshi.” You whine, and you’re not exactly sure what it is you’re begging for but you know he can give it to you.
“Tell me how wet you are. Just- One finger only.”
You could put all five in and he’d have no way of knowing. But there’s something so domineering about his voice, and you find yourself obeying instantly. You push past your underwear, shoving them to the side to slip your pointer finger between your folds. And you’re soaked, considering how little has actually happened.
“God, I’m so wet.” You sigh, finger trailing from your slit all the way up to your clit. “So messy.”
And Shinsou groans, a curse slipping past his lips, and the way he sounds just as worked up as you are makes you keen.
“Please. I need to touch myself, Hitoshi.”
“One finger. Put it in and tell me how it feels.” His voice drips with authority and something so commanding you don’t hesitate to listen.
And it barely feels like anything, slipping inside you with no issue, no hesitation and you whine. “Not enough.”
And you remember his hands, remember staring at them while he was manoeuvring the claw machine and you shake your head. “Can I use two? Want it to feel like you, like yours.” You mumble.
“Jesus fuck.” He grunts, and you hear the sound of skin of flesh and you feel a small sense of triumph.
“You were looking at my hands, baby? Go on, fuck yourself with those fingers just like I would. Fuck, would’ve made you cum on my lap before you even thought about getting to touch me. Bet you look so good when you cum. Wish I was there to see it.”
His words are a rambled mess and it only spurs you on. Your fingers thrust in as much of a steady rhythm as you can manage, and you use your thumb to rub messily at your clit, hips bucking off the bed. You don’t think you’ve cum from just your hands in forever, but the voice groaning in your ears sounds so needy, full of so much want and it’s all for you. Your peak gets closer and you moan, and he just keeps talking you through it.
“I want to hear it, okay? You’re gonna come all over those fingers for me and I want to hear it. Tell me when you’re close.” He says.
“So close, Hitoshi, fuck.” You cry.
“Come for me.”
And you do, clenching hard around your fingers, thighs twitching as you rub yourself through it, your moans hot and heavy as they slip out your mouth. You are very glad your roommate is not home, because you can be as loud as you want, as loud as Shinsou wants.
“Shit. You sound so good when you come, fuck-“ He lets out something that sounds feral, and in the haze of your orgasm you’re not afraid to ask.
“Did you-“
“No. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He lets out a deep breath, steeling himself, and as if you didn’t just orgasm, there’s already arousal crawling against your skin once more.
“I bet you’d be so good after you’d just come. So soft and pliant, let me take you to my room. Is that right?”
“Yes. Yes, I’d let you. Want you to fuck me, Hitoshi.” Your first orgasm only makes your want grow, anticipating what’s next.
“Aw, you should’ve come back to mine.” He teases, voice soft with something dangerous hidden beneath it. “Hope you have something you can use. I can promise it won’t be as good as the real thing, though.”
He sounds almost jealous under all the self-assuredness, and your hands immediately fumble for your toy.
“Yeah. I have it.”
“Good.” You’re already spreading your legs. “But not yet.”
You whine. “But-“
“You really think I’m doing anything before I taste that sweet cunt of yours?”
You stutter, pushing yourself up the sheets. “You- You’d do that?”
Shinsou pauses for a moment. “Nobody ever eaten you out before, baby?”
You shudder at his words. “No- Well yes, but they never really wanted to.”
And when he groans, it’s frustrated this time. “Nobody’s ever made you come on their tongue? Felt those soft thighs clench around their head because of how good they’re making you feel?”
He sounds so matter of fact, like it’s the worst thing in the world, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so wanted in your life.
“Hitoshi- I- I don’t-“
“I’ll give it to you, baby. You deserve it, you deserve to come on my tongue. Go on, touch yourself again.” His encouragement has you immediately complying, and he doesn’t stop.
“Think about it. About me. I’d spread you out on my sheets, make you see stars by the time I’m done with you. Gotta make sure you can take me.”
And the promise of that, of him pushes you closer to the edge. You moan his name over and over like a prayer as he talks you through it, the praise making you melt against your sheets. You’re hot and sweaty and he hums.
“Last one. You’re doing so well. Grab your toy.”
You do, the soft silicone cold in your hand. “It’s not very big.” You laugh slightly, and you can hear his smile.
“I guess we’ll just have to use our imaginations then.”
And you can’t help but grin, because even in a moment like this he’s joking to ease your nerves.
“Go on. Fuck yourself.”
His words are so bold, so vulgar but you don’t care, because you slide the toy inside you and you feel full instantly, the stretch just there but beautifully painful. You groan, relief and arousal all mixed in one. You twitch, still sensitive after your orgasm.
“Feels so good.” You whimper. Your thrusts are slow and long, just like you imagine he’d do it.
“It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you.” And it’s now you can hear the slick sound of flesh on flesh moving in tandem with you, and you wonder how soaked you must sound for him to be able to keep in time with you.
You know it’s nothing like what he’d actuallly feel like, but you’re so pent up. You’ve been aching for this for god knows how long now that it feels almost perfect, and you buck you hips up for a better angle, to reach deeper. The sound of his shaky breaths in your ear only spur you on. You sound filthy. Whimpers and whines and broken moans falling from you lips as you get faster.
“I can hear you, you know. How wet you are.” He sounds as close as he has all night, voice strained as he practically growls down your ears.
“M’close, Hitoshi. Wanna come with you, please.”
“Fuck, yes, yes. Come for me then, baby, fuck-“
And it’s a messy mix of moans and unintelligible noises as you both climax, and you twitch and squirm and you wonder what he looks like in the throes of his pleasure. If he looks as desperate and finished as you do. Your chest heaves as you come down from your high, and he curses once more, guttural and spent. You both pant, catching your breath once more.
“Fucking hell. That- Did you-“
“I did.” You say.
And the shyness comes in as your high starts to fade. You feel dirty but in a good way. You think that’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done, but you’re glad it was with Shinsou of all people.
“So,” and you’re smiling before he can even finish his sentence. “Can I take you out on Friday?”
You hum. “Sounds like you’re just trying to get into my pants, Hitoshi.”
And he laughs, loud and boyish and you grin.
“Well. I am. The rule doesn’t count after two dates right?”
“Correct.”
“Perfect. But.” And he sounds almost shy when he speaks again, like he wasn’t just speaking the most raunchy words you’d ever heard in your life moments ago.
“I like you. A lot. Really like you.”
“Good. I really like you a lot, too.”
And you’re body aches and your face hurts from smiling too much, but you don’t care. You would amend your first date rule after tonight, but you don’t think you’ll be going on anymore first dates after this.
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guys this is pure SMUTTTTT LIKE omg don’t tell me Shinsou isn’t a freaky boy we all know he is… I acc couldn’t stop thinking of him after I wrote pt2 and when I got thsi ask I knew what had to be done..
I love u all and I hope u love this as much as I did! I literlaly wrote this during my lecture at uni in public so.. do with that information what u will
You spend the rest of your shift in a state of shock and excitement.
It was pure luck that you and Shinsou had met like this, and pure luck that it was on a day where he wasn’t at work. You consider going back home to change, but a FaceTime with your friend Mina assured you your outfit was cute enough, a simple pair of jeans and shirt. A quick freshening up in the toilet, wiping the mascara under your eyes and applying emergency lip gloss, and you’re ready to go.
The end of your shift can’t come soon enough. You step out to the front where Tokoyami is closing up and call out to him. You hold your arms out and do a spin.
“How do I look?”
Tokoyami gives you an amused glance. He throws the towel in his hand over his shoulder, nodding. “Good. Where are you taking him?”
You hop onto the counter, legs swinging beneath you, and watch the last few customers trickle out the door.
“The arcade, probably. Best way to judge a guy is to see how well he takes getting beat in air hockey.”
Tokiyami snorts a laugh. “Right. He likes books, by the way. He’s always in that shop down the street if you wanna take him there.”
God, he couldn't get any better. This is nothing like your usual luck with guys. Shinsou is perfect. You’re sure it’s the hopeless romantic in you that’s ignoring the fact you’ve never actually been out with him before and you’ve only been talking for a few weeks, but everything else about him has been amazing.
He’s funny, he’s kind. He helps you with all your annoying tech problems but never makes you feel stupid about it. Shinsou sends you goodnight texts and blesses your mornings with pictures of his cat. It’s only an extra plus that he’s so attractive. Soft, wavy purple hair that fits perfectly against the paleness of his skin, the lazy, languid way he’d been staring at you at the counter burned into the back of your mind. And his voice was hot, too. Especially when he calls you late at night, sleep lacing his words, rumbling them in the back of his throat.
Of course, you are nervous. Sort of shitting yourself, actually. You nearly bite your lip raw as you worry about it all day. What if he thought you were ugly in person? Or that your walk was weird? You argue that he wouldn’t have agreed to the date if he thought so, but. Insecurities do what they will.
You nudge Tokoyami with your foot and he pushes you away. “I’m scared, Toki. Give me advice.”
Tokoyami huffs. “Advice? You want dating advice from me?”
You roll your eyes. “Not dating advice. Shinsou advice.”
Tokoyami shrugs. You watch the steam hiss out the coffee machine and you push the bin over so he can toss away an empty cup.
“I don’t know. I’m assuming you're the girl he’s been talking to for the past few weeks?”
You nod.
“Well, he likes you. Hasn’t stopped talking about you, actually.”
You beam. “Really?”
“Really.” He says. “A little too much actually.”
“Oh.”
“What I mean to say is, he likes you a lot, so you don’t have anything to worry about.”
Your shoulders relax a little. Tokoyaki moves into the back, and you stay out front, eyes obsessively scanning the front door. The walls of the shop are all glass so you’ll see him coming from a mile away, but you want to make sure you see him before he sees you. You’d agreed to meet at five in the evening, and when the clock ticks 5:01 you’re already panicking.
And then you see him. A blurry figure from this far, but you can make out the purple from a mile away. It’s also from a mile away, that you can see the little human that’s walking alongside him.
You sit up straighter, lean forward. Are you seeing things? You decide you are definitely not, because the closer he gets the easier you can make out the small child by his side. She’s cute, long hair that brushes the small of her back, big wide eyes blinking towards you as she rambles on about something you can’t hear.
The door chimes as they walk in and Shinsou looks nervous, holding it open for the girl to walk in first. She sits down gingerly on one of the tables and Shinsou walks over to you. At least he looks good. A crewneck and baggy jeans that he’s folded over his trainers. He rests his elbows on the counter and you mimic his stance.
“So.” You point to the girl. “Is it mine?”
Shinsou snorts, the anxious look on his face disappearing for a second. “Yes. She looks just like you, doesn’t she?”
“Mhm. She’s very cute. Was I supposed to bring a plus one, too?”
He groans, covering his face with his hands. The chain he’s wearing dangles as he does so.
“I’m so sorry. My dad had to go into work last minute so I’m stuck on babysitting duty. He told me like, ten minutes ago.”
“Okay.”
“But I didn’t want to cancel. I really wanted to see you. So I just thought, maybe we could bring her along?”
He looks so hopeful and so cute that you’re sure if he’d brought an ex girlfriend along you’d have said yes.
“Yeah, no, don't worry about it. I was going to take us to the arcade anyway, so she should be fine there.” You smile
His head drops forward for a second before he’s grabbing your hands and squeezing once. “Thank you, submission girl. Eri, come over here.”
You hope the heat on your face isn’t visible, and you try to ignore how the feeling of his hands still linger against your palms. He calls Eri over and he lifts her up easily, sitting her on the counter. Her little hand clutches his jumper, hiding in his chest and your heart clenches.
You smile at her. “Hiya. I’m Y/N. I love your dress.”
“Thanks. I like your hair.” She reaches forward and tangles a finger in it.
You lean a little closer and she leans in too. “I love yours more. The colour is so pretty. Even better than Shinsou’s.”
She giggles and you feel like you’ve won the lottery. Shinsou puts her back down on the floor as you walk around the counter. Eri fiddles with the sugar packets on the side and Shinsou leans down, the spicy, sharp scent of his cologne filling your nose.
“I’ll take you on a date without her after this. Promise”.
You raise your eyebrows at him. “I’ll hold you to that.”
It turns out Shinsou can drive, and you have to hold your armrest to ground yourself when he puts his arm around the back of your seat to reverse out of the parking spot. You eye Eri in the back, watching her kick her feet in the bright pink parking seat. You spend most of the ride flicking through his CD collection and arguing whether Radiohead is overrated or not. You vote that it is, and he tells you he’s about two seconds from crashing his car if you don’t change your mind. The October weather is cool, and a cold breeze blows in from the rolled down windows. You shiver slightly, the last few rays of sun not doing much to warm you up. Maybe just a t-shirt wasn’t the best plan.
Shinsou notices you out of the corner of his eyes and he reaches behind him to the backseat, struggling for a second before dropping a hoodie in your lap.
“Here, take this.”
You smile slightly. “I’m fine.”
“Just wear it, I can tell you're cold.”
You don’t argue too much because you are cold, and the hoodie is warm and soft and oversized enough that you can pull the sleeves over your cold fingers. Eri nods along to the Smiths song blaring on the radio.
“Aw, she's so cute. I didn’t know you had a little sister.”
Shinsou shrugs. “Yeah, she’s my only sibling. The fourteen year age gap is less of a problem than I thought it’d be.”
He parks the car and you hop out to go grab Eri. You open the door for her and she thanks you politely, jumping down onto the pavement, her sneakers lighting up with each step she takes. Your hand covers your mouth, and you place a hand on Shinsou’s arm.
“Oh my god. I love her. I want one.” You sigh.
Shinsou locks his fingers around yours and tugs you forward. “It’s only the first date, submission girl. All in due time.”
You try to argue that you weren’t propositioning him on your first date but Eri runs and pulls his other sleeve.
“Can we get slushys?” She asks, trying to drag him towards the arcade.
“Okay, okay. We can, get off my sleeve.” He shakes her off as she squeals, dashing off to the entrance.
Riley’s is one of the most popular places in town. It has a bowling alley on one floor and an arcade on the other, a cheap and cheaper option for people to hang out in. It had tooth-rotting slushys that stained your tongue and popcorn that had staled in the machines years ago, but you loved every bit of it. The constant noise and the smell of that antiseptic they sprayed in the shoes always filled you with nostalgia, and your excitement only grows as you get closer.
You swing your arm where Shinsou has the two of you linked at the pinkies.
“I’m going to obliterate you at air hockey, you know that?”
Shinsou barks out a laugh, and for the first time you see a little spark of competitiveness in his eyes.
“I love your confidence, sweetheart.”
“It’s not confidence, it's fact. I come here way more often than I should.” You say, walking in as he holds the door open for you.
“Same here. Denki’s friend works the counter so he gets us bowling games for free.” Shinsou sticks his tongue out at you and you huff.
“That’s not fair! Give me Denki’s number.”
“Hell no.” Shinsou scoffs, and you revel in the little flicker of jealousy on his face.
“Fine. I’ll guess I’ll just pay like a loser.”
The two of you argue at the card machine, but he ultimately succeeds in shoving you away so he can pay for all the tokens. You walk around with Eri, her tiny hand in yours, deciding what games you want to play. Shinsou appears behind you two as you both stop at one of the basketball games. Shinsou sighs.
“Eri, you’re too short. We’ve been over this a hundred times.”
She pouts. “But I wanna play.”
The steady noise of the machines around you has Shinsou squatting down to hear her properly. The two bicker amongst themselves for a minute before you suddenly get an idea.
“Hey, I know. Why don’t Eri and I team up? Girls vs Boys. I’ll carry you and you can throw the balls in.” You suggest and she lights up, throwing herself on you.
“Yes!”
You laugh, hoisting her onto your hip. “We got this!”
She giggles and Shinsou slips in two tokens in the machine, shaking his head. The machine counts you both down and when it hits zero the basketballs drop in front of you. Eri is not the fastest ever, and she’s laughing so much that every time she grabs a ball it takes her about ten seconds to actually throw it. Shinsou, who you notice is very slowly throwing and sinking almost every shot, has an easy win in his pocket.
The flashing lights signal his victory. You frown. “Sorry, Eri. You did good though!”
“It’s not fair. Shinsou plays basketball so he’s better than me.”
You both shoot him a glare, but you’re more looking at his rolled up sleeves and the bracelets you didn’t notice he had on. He seems to have caught you staring because he grins, grabbing Eri and plopping her down on the floor.
“What can I say? I’m a professional.” Eri grabs a token out of his pocket and stalks off to the next machine.
You roll your eyes. “Who knew the nerdy computer guy could shoot?”
He smirks, coming to walk up beside you. “There’s lots of things you don’t know about me.”
“Like?”
“I’m really good at the Mario kart game.”
You dig your own hand in his pocket, red dusting his face as you lean in a little closer than you probably should be.
“You buy me a blue slush when I win.”
“If.”
“When.”
He grabs the tokens out of your hand. “You’re on.”
Eri stands dutifully to the side as the two of you sit down in the obscenely red racing chairs. She’s awfully well behaved for a six year old, you think.
You and Shinsou bicker over who gets Yoshi, trash talk as you equip your cars. He leans into your picture when the crappy arcade camera turns on and you stick your hand in front of his face for his.
“Okay. There’s a lot on the line here.” You speak solemnly and he laughs.
“Yes, yes. Those blue slushies are just so valuable.”
You fan him away with your hand. “Shut up, don’t mess me up.”
You weren’t lying before. You really were quite good at Mario kart. You couldn’t even try to count how many times you and your siblings had played it, and the amount of times that you had all cried and argued over it. Your practice seems to have paid off, because after a tense match which definitely included Shinsou trying to reach over and knock your wheel around, you win.
“Yes!” You yell as a bright golden one flashes on your screen, and Shinsou groans.
“No fair! You- It’s because I didn’t have Yoshi.” He grumbles and you just cheer again.
“Come on, Eri. Shinsou owes us slushies!”
You take her to one of the booths in the dining area. She sits across from you and you drum your fingers against the table. It’s silent for all of a few seconds before Eri speaks up.
“Are you Shinsou’s girlfriend?”
Your blush, shaking your head. “No! No, we’re just- No, he’s not my girl- I mean, he’s not my boyfriend.”
“But you’re the girl that’s always talking to him on the phone. I know your voice.”
You nod slowly. “Does. Does he talk about me?”
You feel a little sneaky asking her these questions, but. It’s fine. It’s not like Shinsou will know.
“Not to me. But I hear him telling Toki about you when we go get coffee.”
“Right. Does he like me, do you think?”
Eri taps her feet against the leg of the table and they glow against the floor. “Yeah. He gets all smiley when he’s talking about you.”
You try not to make it too obvious how her words affect you. Your conversation is cut short at Shinsou’s arrival, and the smell of fries fill your nose as he places them in front of you all. Once you’ve all eaten and licked the salt off your fingers, you make your rounds on all the games until Shinsou’s pockets empty.
The air hockey game is tense. Eri stands on your side, cheering you on, and the hum of the machine and the clink of the puck hitting the sides of the machine spur you on. Shinsou ends up winning by only one point, and it’s your turn to blame it on anything but yourself.
“You cheated.” You scowl.
“Aw, don’t be a sore loser.”
“Actually, I let you win. Yeah.”
He squeezes your shoulder. “Sure. Whatever makes you feel better.”
There’s only one token left by the end of your night, and you point at the machine you’d been eyeing since you’d walked in. It’s very common knowledge that the claw machine is the easiest way for these places to scam you, but you don’t care. The selection today are teddys bears in bright colours with ugly faces, and you’re ready to spend all your money to leave with one.
You lean your head against the glass, looking inside. “Shinsou, can you win me a teddy bear?”
Shinsou’s eyebrows furrow. He comes to stand next to you, peering over your shoulder. “A teddy bear?”
“Yes. I’d like to commemorate this date with an ugly little bear.” You step back and gesture to the joystick.
“Come on! We believe in you! Right, Eri?”
“Yes! Go, Toshi!” She yells.
Shinsou mumbles something under his breath. “Alright, fine.” He holds up the last token. “I'm Not spending any more on this.”
The first try doesn’t work. You all watch as the claw slips underneath the pink one he has his eyes on and he curses. He darts to Eri and holds up a finger in her face.
“Don’t say that word.”
The second try goes slightly better. He hooks it just underneath the arms but the teddy only moves slightly before the claw slips out its grasp once more. Shinsou bangs his hand on the window.
“Why is this so difficult?”
You sigh. “It has to be. So we pay more.”
Eri frowns too, little fingers tapping at the glass. “Why don’t you get that purple one? It’s sticking up a little.”
Shinsou tilts his head slightly and you can’t help but watch as his face calculates, deft fingers curling around the joystick and carefully angling it above the bear. He presses the bright red button in the middle then reaches out to grab your hand, his other holding Eri’s, and you all watch, letting your excitement grow as the claw shuts around the teddy. It lifts up, up before it drops down into the little space. You all break out into cheers, unaware of the looks some people shoot you. You pull Shinsou into a hug, reaching under quickly to grab it.
“Oh my god! You actually did it!” You grin.
“Oh, don’t act so surprised.” Shinsou’s fake nonchalance is ruined by the dimples on his cheeks at how hard he’s trying to hide his smile.
“Of course I’m not surprised. IT guy hasn’t failed me yet.”
He rolls his eyes, pushing you towards the exit. “Shut up and go.”
Eri decides her name will be Elizabeth. You’re not sure where she’d even heard that name but you agree, the soft fur ticking the inside of your palm and you all get into the car again.
It’s late now, and Shinsou follows the mood with slow soft songs that nearly have you falling asleep against the soft hum of the engine. He knows the way back to your accommodation, and you both talk quietly, complaining about the fact you both have work again tomorrow.
“I’ll keep you company on the phone, if you’d like.”
He nods, avoiding eye contact to smile outside his window. “I’d like that, yeah.”
He parks as close as he can, jogging around to open up your door. You go to leave, but Eri taps urgently against the back of your chair. You grin, opening her door and bending down so she can hug you properly.
“It was very nice meeting you, little lady.”
“It was nice meeting you too.” She leans in, whispering loud enough that Shinsou, watching with a soft look on his face, can hear.
“I think Shinsou is gonna ask you to be his girlfriend now.”
“Alright, Eri, that’s enough, come on.” Shinsou rushes forward quickly, shutting the door and promising her he’ll be back soon.
You giggle at the sight, teddy bear still tucked under your arm. He rolls his eyes at the sight of you smiling at him.
“Don’t even.”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“You looked it.” He sighs slightly. His eyes drift down to the hoodie you still have on and you fumble at the hem.
“Oh shit, yeah, your hoodie. Here, hold Elizabeth.” You go to take it off but he stops you, warm fingers plucking yours off it.
“No, it’s fine you- You can keep it. Looks good on you.”
You nod, hands dropping to your sides. “Thanks. And thanks for paying for everything.”
“No problem.”
He walks you to the entrance, you arm hooked into his and you fumble in your pockets for your keycard.
“I’m sorry, again. For our interruption.” Shinsou speaks suddenly.
You laugh, turning to face him. “It’s fine, promise. It did you favours, actually. You’re so good with her.”
He brushes you off but you can see a bit of pride on his face. “Well. She is my sister, after all.”
He steps slightly closer. It’s dark out now, and the streetlamps illuminate him with bright lights, showing you how obviously his eyes trail up and down your body.
“Are you free this friday?”
“I should be.”
“Good. I’m taking you out properly, then.”
You should probably say something in reply, but you just nod. You close the distance between you two and his hands come up to grab your waist, beneath the hoodie, thumb sliding over the small sliver of skin exposed by your hip. Shinsou leans lower as you stand on the tips of your toes, hands on his shoulders to brace yourself. He pauses, right as his lips brush against yours with every word he whispers.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes, you idiot.”
And he grabs your face so delicately, lips pressing against yours with a gentleness you’ve never been dealt with before. And his shoulders drop, relax like he can finally breathe properly, as his lips move against yours in tandem. Your hands find purchase in his hair and it’s just as soft as you imagined it would be. You make a noise in the back of your throat and he pulls away.
“Okay. Let’s not get too carried away now.” He scolds, thumb brushing against your bottom lip.
You frown. “Can’t you come back to mine after you drop Eri off?”
“Y/N, jesus.” He laughs, face flushed and lips shiny from the gloss you have on. You wipe at the corner of his mouth to get rid of it.
“Okay, I need to go before Eri starts freaking out.”
sypnosis: momo yoayorozu is the sugar mommy to our afab!reader and maybe it's like chappell roan core idk
i never see any love for my gurl momo cause she is so fine and the thought of her being dominant in general makes me foam at the mouth omg
warning: LESBIANS
You adjusted the strap of your designer bag, glancing nervously around the upscale café as you sipped on a latte that cost more than your usual weekly grocery budget. The rich, nutty aroma wafting from the porcelain cup reminded you just how out of place you felt. The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of fine china created a symphony of wealth and refinement, a world far removed from your own.
But this wasn’t just any ordinary café visit.
You were here to meet her—Momo Yaoyorozu. A woman whose name carried weight, whose wealth was practically legendary, and whose attention you somehow, miraculously, had captured.
It all started on a whim. A joke between friends spiralled into you creating a profile on a “dating” app that catered to wealthy women seeking younger companions. You never expected anyone to take you seriously, much less someone like Momo. And yet, here you were.
The moment she walked in, it was like the air shifted. Heads turned, conversations quieted, and for a second, it felt like time itself paused. Momo Yaoyorozu was elegance personified. Her long, jet-black hair was tied back into a sleek ponytail, and her tailored burgundy coat hugged her figure perfectly. She radiated confidence, the kind that could only come from a life of privilege and refinement.
“Darling,” she said, her voice as smooth as velvet, as she approached your table. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
You stood up hastily, nearly knocking over your chair in your nervousness. “N-not at all! I just got here,” you stammered, your cheeks flushing as she leaned in to kiss your cheek.
Momo smiled warmly, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement as she took her seat. “Good. I’d hate to keep you waiting. You’re far too lovely for that.”
Her words sent a rush of warmth through you, and you quickly busied yourself with your latte, hoping she wouldn’t notice the way your hands trembled slightly.
The conversation flowed easily, despite your initial nerves. Momo had a way of making you feel at ease, her refined demeanour balanced by a surprising warmth and genuine interest in everything you had to say. She asked about your studies, your hobbies, and your dreams, her attention never wavering.
“You’re remarkable,” she said at one point, her tone sincere. “You have such a passion for life. It’s refreshing.”
You blinked, taken aback. “Me? Remarkable? You’re... you’re Momo Yaoyorozu. You’re practically a genius, not to mention one of the most influential people in the country. I’m just—”
“You’re far more than you give yourself credit for,” she interrupted gently, reaching across the table to take your hand. Her touch was soft, her fingers warm against your skin. “And I’d like to help you see that.”
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Help me… how?”
Momo’s lips curved into a small smile, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. “By giving you the freedom to pursue your dreams without worrying about the things that hold you back. Consider it my investment in you.”
Her words hung in the air, the weight of her offer sinking in. You knew what she meant. This wasn’t just a casual date—it was an arrangement. She’d take care of you, spoil you, in exchange for your time, your company.
It was overwhelming, the idea of someone like her choosing someone like you. But as you looked into her eyes, you realised this wasn’t just about money or status. Momo saw something in you, something worth nurturing.
“Okay,” you said softly, a smile tugging at your lips. “But you might regret spoiling me. I can be a little… indulgent.”
Momo laughed, the sound rich and melodic. “Darling, I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.”
The weeks that followed felt like a dream. Momo whisked you away to high-end boutiques, insisting you try on outfits that made you feel like you belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. She’d drape her arm around your shoulders as you walked down bustling city streets, unbothered by the whispers and stares.
Her affection wasn’t just material, though. She’d surprise you with thoughtful gestures—a bouquet of your favourite flowers, a handwritten note left in your bag, a quiet evening in her penthouse where she’d cook for you herself despite her insistence she wasn’t much of a chef.
One night, as you lay curled up on the sofa together, her fingers combing gently through your hair, you found yourself blurting out the thought that had been nagging at you since the beginning.
“Why me?”
Momo stilled for a moment, then tilted your chin up to meet her gaze. “Because you make me feel like more than just… all of this,” she said, gesturing vaguely around the luxurious penthouse. “You remind me what it’s like to live, to laugh, to be myself without expectations. I didn’t realise how much I needed that until I met you.”
Your chest tightened at her words, and you reached up to cup her face, your thumb brushing over her cheek. “You deserve that,” you said softly. “You deserve to be happy, Momo.”
“And so do you,” she replied, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.
In that moment, surrounded by her warmth and the quiet hum of the city beyond the windows, you realised you weren’t just her sugar baby. You were hers, and she was yours.
