I’ve been waiting for the excuse to draw Sakumo for so long, so here he is!
Day #2 - Sakumo
Modern au, where everyone is alive and happy because I’m the artist here and I do what I want Both he and Kakashi are classy dudes and scarf lovers. Sakumo is all about warm earthly colours, tweeds, and knitted sweaters; and if you think that he wouldn’t like to dote on his grown-up son from time to time you clearly haven’t met the guy. He tries not to be too overbearing, but sometimes can’t help himself.
Warning: Contains smut. Do not read if you are underage.
A/N: This is very, very long. Grab a coffee, sit back and enjoy. Thank you to @katythekitty for your suggestions with the plot. I guess in a way this is kind of your requests? Idk.
‘Y/n?’ Yoongi’s voice questions softly as you stretch across the floor of the dorm, arms reaching above your head to get into that tight spot in your lower back. His foot pokes out from his position on the low couch, gently nudging your thigh to roll you slightly on your side.
‘Mmm?’ You respond, the sleepy tone in your voice giving away the true nature of your state. The few cans of beer were sitting heavily in your stomach, a beverage that since your college days had always had you yawning before the night was over. Lazily, you flop on your side, scooting across the wooden panelled floors.
‘I was just checking you were still awake. It’s 2am and the movie finished. Want me to flag a taxi for you?’ You let out a slow whine, body wrapping around his feet to clutch his ankles tightly.
‘Why, you don’t want to hang out with me?,’ You pout, clinging to his legs like a small, fluffy koala. You could almost feel his body tense under your touch, an audible breath hissing through his teeth as your arms claw their way up his black denim jeans. ‘C’mon, Yoongyoong. I thought we were having fun. We are only two movies into this Harry Potter marathon… We’ve still got another 6 to go. Where’s your stamina?’ Your hands reach up to tickle behind his knees, before sitting upwards to envelop the entire lower half of his leg into a hug.
‘Fuck… you’re weird.’ His face was still flat, expression blank as he watches you crawl your way up his body, coming to sit comfortably next to him, lounging into the comfort of the soft black fabric of the long hoodie he had chosen to wear. Instinctively, your hands wrap around his waist, head placing itself in the crook between his shoulder and arm.
‘You love it, though, right?’ It takes a second, his body heaving with a deep sigh - the air of which dusts lightly across the crown of your head - before you feel his arm drop, grasping your shoulder and pulling you a little closer to him.
‘Not really.’ He responds just as flatly, a flicker of a smile lacing across his face so briefly you you wouldn’t have seen it if you weren’t trained in finding it. It’s the only evidence you have of what he was really saying.
Fuck me but
do I love werewolf AUs. Werewolf!McCree is still a thing that people like and
do, right? Right.
with a head full of cotton fuzz, wrapped around a dull pounding behind his eyes
– like one might have after a night of heavy drinking. McCree wishes it was
just that; it would be far preferable to what had actually transpired. He
blearily forces himself into wakefulness, tongue dry, stuck to the roof of his
mouth. It makes him grimace with distaste. His entire body is sore, and eyes
still closed and aching, he forces himself into a sitting position and attempts
to take inventory of where he is and what could have happened under this most
recent full moon.
of three nights has passed, and it makes him thankful to already be halfway
through his monthly transformations with little issue. He’s even more thankful
for your presence, since admitting to his… condition,
and you’ve spent the last several cycles with him (despite his insistence to
the contrary), keeping him company, keeping him calm. He doesn’t often like to admit it, but he wishes he had
better control of his lupine side. He’s often jumpy and irritable during the
days of the waxing phases, transformations aside, and it irks him to have his
moods yanked around by the moon.