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htchnr · 1 year ago

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ミ★ nsfw alphabet ꜜ DAVID O'DONNELL.

「 ꜜcontent,, smut ⋆ kinks ⋆ my idea of the character ⋆ knife kink ⋆ marking kink. ꜜwc,, 0,7k. 」

Aftercare (what they’re like after the act?)

❥ he's an absolute sweetheart. you need water? already on his way to get a glass. need a bath? already running and almost full. need a massage to relax your sore muscles? say less.

❥ if the sex was particularly rough, or maybe he said certain things that were a little on the edge, he'll be the sweetest man ever afterwards, holding you close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he combs his fingers through your hair.

Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers?)

❥ he is most definitely a tits man. he just l o v e s your tits so much. doesn't matter how small or large, he loves them SO much.

❥ he's always been a tits man, but one day when you were wearing the most flattering shirt, he realised just how much he loves your tits. safe to say, he bought you a few extras of that shirt after he showed you just how much he liked it ;).

Cum (anything that has to do with it)

❥ L O V E S to cum all over your tits. we've established how he's a tits man, he absolutely looses it when he cums all over them.

❥ he also LOVES to cum inside you if you allow it, but nothing beats shooting his load a l l over your tits.

Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

❥ secretly really enjoys being tied or cuffed to the bedframe as you either go down on him or ride him. throw in a blindfold as you tease the shit out of him with barely there touches or licks, oh boy he's in for a great time.

Experience (do they know what they’re doing?)

❥ definitely has plenty of experience. in the show people make a few comments on how he's had a lot of past lovers/flings, so we know he's got plenty of experience ;).

Favorite position

❥ in order — 1. cowgirl. he LOVES bouncing you up and down in his lap, his face in your tits. 2. missionary. loves watching your expressions closely as they morph into pure pleasure. also loves being able to burry his face into the crook of your neck. 3. doggy style. pretty self explanatory really, loves roughly pulling your ass flush against his front, watching himself disappear inside you. also loves to occasionally pull back your hair ;).

Goofy (how serious are they?)

❥ it really depends on the situation before hand — he can be really serious, yet he can also be light hearted and sweet. i think he can pretend to be really serious, but on a base line i think this man could never be 100% serious.

Hair (grooming habits)

❥ definitely clean shaven down there. light hair covers his chest and fades out to barely anything on his stomach. also has relatively thick happy trail starting at his belly button. light hair also covers his arms, slightly thicker hair covering his legs.

Intimacy (in the moment are they more romantic or more rough/dirty?)

❥ once again, it depends on the situation before hand — he can be super sweet, gentle and romantic — but he can also be really dirty and rough about it, man handling and mocking you until he gets what he wants — or guiding you with the gentlest touch and sweet words.

Jack off (do they masturbate and how often?)

❥ definitely jerks off a fair bit. especially while you two are together and he gets heated while you're away — he's definitely jerking off a lot. is also absolutely down for mutual masturbation ;).

Kink (kinky things they like doing/having done)

❥ k n i f e k i n k. he LOVES (only if you're okay with it.) fucking you with his switchblade against your throat. or dragging the blade down from your throat till your stomach, making you shiver under his touch..

❥ definitely also has a thing for formal clothes — seeing you all dressed up in a fancy dress and stockings sends him into an absolute f r e n z y.

❥ scratch. marks. he LOVES to have his back covered in scratch marks. loves the slight sting of them the next day, and loves being reminded of you in that way, in pure ecstasy, scratching at his back as he fucks you.

Location (where they like to get it on?)

❥ literally anywhere. against the counter, on the table, bent over the couch — anywhere. though he'll say that he doesn't have a preference, he definitely loves you on top of him on the couch.

Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

❥ so much honestly. teasing him about things, bending over to pick something up, wearing cute little dresses or skirts. also goes into a frenzy when you apply your lipstick in a certain way, he doesn't know why it gets him going, all he knows is that he either wants to fuck your lips are kiss them.

❥ also get unbelievably hot and bothered when you're having clever moment, say you work with him and you go on a rant pointing out a bunch of things he missed and it all suddenly clicks, he wants to pounce you right then and there.

No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

❥ intentionally hurting you would be a definite no. he may have an absolute knife kink, but if he accidentally nicks you he would immediately stop and take care of the wound and relentlessly ask if you're okay.

❥ anal is also a definite no. not a finger, not a toy goes down there.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

❥ loves, loves, LOVES going down on you. cannot get enough of it, and if you allow him — he'll spend the whole day eating away between your thighs.

❥ i feel like he's more a giver than a receiver, but he absolutely would not turn you down if you went down on him. he loses his shit when you go down on him.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

❥ definitely prefers a relatively fast pace, but depending the mood is absolutely not opposed to slow and deep. he can definitely last a while before he cums — though if it's been a while since the last time you went at it, he will definitely not last as long as usual, merely happy to finally be in you again.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer quickies, or taking their sweet time?)

❥ definitely prefers taking his time, but also absolutely loves quickies — loves taking you up against the front door before he leaves for work, or in the bathroom at a bar before going back out to drink and join your friends, or fucking you up against your vanity just before the two of you go to work, as the way you applied your lipstick got him going.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things?)

❥ he loves to stick to what he knows, but if you come up to him and ask to try something knew, he could never say no to you. unless it's something he absolutely does not want to do.

❥ as for risks — he is absolutely up for risky semi/public sex. got all riled up while out at work? he has no problem taking care of it for you in a public bathroom, or tucked away in an alley.

Stamina (how many times they can go?)

❥ he can FUCK. for a hot minute. depending on how busy his day was he can last anywhere from 2 to 4 rounds — taking small breaks in between. though if the day was long or busy, he can last 1 to 2 at best. he definitely will try to make it more, but usually finds himself too exhausted by the end of the first round or halfway round two.

Toys (do they like using toys on themselves or lovers?)

❥ he's not the biggest fan of using them on you, he much prefers doing everything himself — but he's absolutely not opposed to you using them on yourself. and if you bat your eyes, he might not be opposed to you using them on him ;).

Unfair (do they tease or do they enjoy being teased?)

❥ loves LOVES L O V E S teasing. so damn much. he loves nothing more than to tease you till you're hot and bothered, be it in public, or at home. if he's away for work, and it's not too serious, he will definitely tease the fuck out of you till you're begging him to come home.

Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk during the act?)

❥ i don't think he's really loud, but he definitely pants fairly loud and whines.

❥ depending on the mood and the direction the moment is going he might be more vocal, moaning and groaning more loudly, or mostly just letting you hear his breath catch and his low whimpers in your ear..

❥ definitely talks you through it — praising or degrading you, letting you know how much he loves it, he's got the foulest mouth on him.

Wild card (random headcannon of any sort)

❥ loves it when he's wearing a tie and you tug him by it to kiss him — or alternatively, when you're pissed and you tug on it to get your point across. makes him go absolutely insane ;).

Yearning (sexdrive level)

❥ high. so high. anything gets him going honestly. i think once the two of you have properly settled down it'll lessen a little though, and if the two of you were to have kids it wouldn't necessarily lessen, but more be a lower priority than other feelings and needs.

Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after?)

❥ definitely not immediately, aftercare is important to him. he can't find it in him to think about falling asleep before making sure you're okay/cleaning up and taking care of you. if it was a long day and the sex really took it out of him he'll definitely fall asleep quicker. but if it's a relatively relaxed day, it'll take him a little longer.

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ssparksflyy · 1 year ago

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hii, this is my first time requesting and I’m not very good with English, so I’m a bit nervous but, I read the Leo Valdez x daughter of Athena and I loved it! So could I request for some general headcanons for Leo Valdez x daughter of Athena? Totally okay if you don’t have time or anything!

thank you so much 💗💗🥰

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

leo valdez dating hcs ! ° ༘⋆₊˚ෆ

pairing: leo valdez x daughter of athena!reader warning(s): none!! a/n: hii! tysm for requesting! i hope u enjoyed this, i love writing leo w a child of athena cause i can finally talk abt his smarts !!

nerd alert!!

its ok tho cause you guys are always able to help each other out when u have an issue with wtv ur working on

leo asks u for advice and ur opinions whenever hes working on a project

i feel like leo would be popular bcs he's a mf social butterfly

which means he knows everything abt everyone

that's why his hair is so big, its full of secrets

so while ur mapping out a plan for the next capture the flag game, you'll ask him if he thinks your plan could work based on how well people know each other

like ur not gonna put 2 ppl with beef by each other, cause then they'll end up fighting each other and not focus on the game

yk? yk.

ur smarts definitely compliment each other, and ut always trying to learn more about each other's interests

leo's definitely picked up some books in ancient greek about battle techniques and architecture

as have you on mechanical engineering

sometimes at the end of the day, when ur laying on the couch in bunker nine together, he'll ask you questions on architecture, just to hear u talk about things ur passionate about

he just loves seeing ur eyes light up and adores the way you practically talk with your hands as well

call me maybe crazy

but

athena would actually kinda like him ?!

she doesnt appreciate his constant jokes

but she thinks hes smart ( bcs he is ) and knows he makes u happy

hephaestus also rlly likes you

he likes anybody who shows his kids love lowkey

which means he likes you extra

if u were ever to get married, leo would 100% make your engagment ring, but hephaestus would me the one who would make you two the most beautiful wedding rings

its his way of showing he cares as a father

all of cabin 9 loves you

i feel like cabin 6 and 9 (omg 69) were already good friends, so they were ecstatic when they heard their fav mfs finally got together

i feel like in the flirting era it was a lot of spending time together, but just being unable to confess your feelings

now you still spend a bunch of time together, but dont rely on longing glaces and lingering touches

leo is the touchiest mf we all know this

but when u touch him?? the boy is in shambles

this sound a little strange but i promise i dont mean it like that

like yea he loves holding ur hand and kissing your knuckles

but when you kiss his knuckles?? hes a flustered mess

when he cups your cheek and you kiss the palm of his hand, he goes craaazzzyyyy

bouncing off the walls nd everything

he loves it when you tell him random little facts nd shit

ur literally his google

his go-to when he has a question

hes super proud of his smart gf ok ??

leo and percy actually get closer when you start dating

cause now they can both obsessively talk abt their genius gfs

and theyve evolved from the "my gf is smarter" "no my gf is smarter" fights

you and annabeth used to find their fights funny tho

annabeth is literally so supportive :))

she trusts leo and knows he makes you happy and has also obvi noticed how u light up his world

she still plays a semi-protective big sister role

like if shes leo getting a little to close, she'll shoot him one of her warning looks, and he'll move a little further away

but other than that she literally loves u guys :)

morse code is used quite often with you two

especially at night, when you dont want to break the comfortable silence, so you tap messages onto each other's backs.

or when your in a crowded room

or when your talking shit

before you met leo, you had only known a little bit of morse code but as you became closer, he taught you more nd more ♡

he loves it when you read to him

ur like his personal podcast

when you finsh reading a book together, u both write reviews about the book and have them all in a little notebook ♡

leo is for sure the type of guy to take pictures of you 24/7, 365

he has his all time favs taped up by his bunk in cabin nine and ofc has some of his bulletin board in bunker nine

he has the rest saved in a box, along with a bunch of other trinkets from dates u went on :))

you have a box like this yourself, filled with pictures of him, trinkets, and metal flowers he's made you ♡♡

oh and you for sure have a spot

you stumbled acrosss it while on your way to bunker nine and showed it to leo immediately

its a small clearing in the trees, where the sun shines through the leaves, and theres a small patch of flowers ♡

u have most of ur dates there, it ur special little place

leo is literally ur most perfect scholar bf fr ♡

a/n pt.2 : heyyy, i hope u enjoyed these hcs!! im trying out hair rollers overnight rn so its a little hard 2 lay down but we will manage! also heres a leo x child of athena moodboard that i did for my event :) anyway, have a good day/night!!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

#percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.#all da ladies luv leo ˖⋆࿐໋

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electricxdreams-blog1 · 8 years ago

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ tell me what life without julian is like.

OK SURE NO PROBLEMYOU ASKED FOR IT HERE’S THE BEGINNING & THIS WAS MY SOUNDTRACK.

The ‘friends and family’ memorial gathering ahead of funeralis torturous. The distantly familiar faces of old friends and relatives consolingone another as they stand around in small groups, shedding tears over sappymemories, isn’t comforting; it infuriateshim. Of course they had all come out of the woodwork during Julian’s rise, butwhere had they been after he fell? He couldn’t even vouch for the intentions oftheir own parents. He might have even bet that the eager fans outside tweetingabout how much they’ve always loved andsupported Julian, even the ones at home working on their lengthy statusupdates about how much of a personal influence the star had on their lives,gave more of an actual fuck about the fact that Julian was gone than the people in this room ever did.

At the service, Adrian takes the podium with a white clothhaphazardly wrapped around his knuckles, small spots of red blooming from theplaces where the shattered glass of the bathroom window had left slits in hisskin. He hears the quiet swish of the flask tucked away in his breast pocket,tongue running over cracked lips as his eyes scan the room. He wipes absentlyat his damp forehead with the edge of his sleeve, undoubtedly just furtherdisrupting his slightly disheveled curls.

He begins his eulogy with the heavily thought over words hehad written down a thousand different ways, each face his eyes wandered overadding drops of fuel to the fire burning in the pit of his stomach. He spends a fewminutes hashing over what a great kid Julian was and praising him for the positivetraits that had led to his massive accomplishments, before he pauses, releasinga heavy sigh.

Julian would have hated this just as much as he did.

“My brother workedharder than anyone I’ve ever known to build up the life that he had.” Adriancarried on, skin stretching open painfully as his hand curled into a fistagainst the side of the podium. What was the point? He had spent nearlyevery conversation with his parents since they had written one another out of theirlives, pointedly slipping in good things about Julian. How could he stand here, repeating the same things he had said amillion times about the good in Julian, just to watch theirdismissive looks of indignation fade into teary nods of agreement now that hewas dead? “But there was one thing henever got…” Julian had no future reputation to protect – a little bit of anoutburst from his brother wasn’t exactly going to kill him now.

“And that was to feellike one of you.” The shift in the atmosphere is almost palpable, thoughAdrian simply swallows thickly, ignoring the social cue to stop while he's ahead. “Every single person in this roomturned their back on him when he needed you.” He says matter-of-factly, thevolume of the storm in his heart edging into his tone. “So you don’t get to cry and tell me how much you cared, how heartbrokenand sorry you are to see him go so young.”

“Speaking of seeing;raise your hand if you’ve seen Julian in the last, oh, I don’t know. Year? Two years? Three?” Gentle hands are linking through his arm, a firm palm on his backurging him to follow the slight tug on his elbow. “No? How about if you just gave him a call to see how he wasdoing?” He tried after a deafening silence fell over the still group infront of him, ignoring the soft murmurs against his ear that attempt to remindhim this is not the time or place. Having moved a few steps but still resistingthe pull, Adrian leaned back over to the microphone. “Nope, flipping through a tabloid at the grocery store so you can jumpin on the gossip with your friends because you knew him doesn’t count.” He added quickly, the gentleness ofthe hands gripping his bicep lessening just about every time he opened hismouth.

AlthoughAdrian ultimately blames himself, in the moment it’s incredibly easy to projecton his parents, sitting dutifully in the front row with expressions sohorrified and complexions so pale they almost matched the pallor of theiryoungest son. “Your complacent abandonment of the child that you destroyed only to self-righteously deem unworthy of your efforts killed him.”

“Fuck this.” He finally relents, letting the tug on his arm begin to lead him away.The fact that he’s a decent amount of feet away from themicrophone makes little difference as he gestures to his parents. “And fuck you. I hope you feel good about yourselves when you wake uptomorrow to resume your happy lives -only better now though, huh? What with the reliefof knowing that Julian won’t ever embarrassyou again.” Adrian spits, ignoring the warmth trickling between hisfingers from the searing openings across his hand.

“Don’t worry, mom anddad! He can’t do much else to disappointyou from a fucking box.” He concludes with a sharp kick to the nearestobject, the pain that shoots through his toes all the way up to his kneecompletely overshadowed by the effort to postpone the effects of the snapping dam thathad thus far been keeping him from crying. “Getoff me.” He snaps, yanking his arm away and showing himself the rest of theway out, unable to distinguish between someone who wanted to comfort him andsomeone who just wanted him to shut up. Eyes drifting upward, Adrian scoffs,shaking his head to himself. “Sorry,Jules.” He mutters through a jagged exhale, reaching into the inner pocketof his jacket as he pushes through the door.

@hautemistakes // ask meme.

#hautemistakes #as u can see he's going to deal with it splendidly #surely he will work through his grief in a healthy manner #and in time he'll be able to bounce back and get his shit together #a s y o u c a n s e e #c: adrian quinn #p: julian quinn #x: ask meme

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here2bbtstrash · 3 years ago

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bts giving you aftercare - explicit

HAPPY COMEBACK EVE!!!! thought i'd share some OT7 aftercare headcanons since we're all about to get destroyed tonight 🥵🥵

these somehow got long af so.... enjoy? also i half-drafted this in my DMs to @rapline-heaux, and then @kiestrokes basically beta'd this bc i can't keep anything to myself 💀 love both of you beebs!!

🔞 explicit sexual content ahead, minors begone 🔞

knj: prepare for an entire therapy session is all i'm saying. he noticed exactly what parts of his degradation made your pussy throb and you are going to UNPACK that shit together. we all know this man is a freak tho so once the emotions are processed, he's immediately telling you what things he wants to try next time bc his list is never-ending. he wants to hear all about your fantasies too, and once you mention something one time he will remember it forever, and do whatever he can to make it happen for you

ksj: hope you're ready to be treated like ROYALTY. he definitely absolutely just wrecked your shit so, y'know, gotta restore the balance. the first step is to run you a hot bath with epsom salts to soak your sore muscles and already-blossoming bruises in. he leaves you to it, poking his head back in to let you know he made dinner. if he catches so much as a glimpse of unsteadiness in your legs when you step out of the tub and slip your robe on, he's carrying you downstairs bridal-style, ignoring any attempts you make to protest

myg: if there's one thing our otherwise tsundere boy is gonna do minutes after an orgasm, it's praise the SHIT out of you. as soon as he gets his breath back, his low voice is in your ear, telling you that you took his cock so well, and how fucking hot it is to watch your tits bounce while he rails you, and how much he loves having a perfect little slut like you. he knows how crazy his praise makes you (largely in part because it's so rare from him) and honestly 50% of the time this ends in you getting so turned on that you beg him to go down on you one more time #tonguetechnology

jhs: let's be real, this man won't even be able to sit down until he puts the bedroom back together. he'll probably even vacuum while he's already up and tidying, and you really don't mind watching him do it all since he is still fully naked. once he's satisfied with the state of things (and gets you a glass of water and a snack from the kitchen bc he's an acts of service KING) he's crawling into bed next to you where you'll stay for the rest of the night, cuddling and talking and laughing until your stomach hurts

pjm: clingy clingy clingyyyyyy cuddles. his mouth and hands are everywhere at once, to the point where it could nearly count as overstimulation, in the best way possible. he loves to trace over the marks he left behind on your skin, and when he's feeling particularly bratty, loves pressing down just a little on the largest ones until he coaxes a hiss and a whine out of you. then he finally relents and reaches for the lotion, massaging you until everything smells of lavender and nothing else in the world exists to you except his hands working into your body

kth: immediately goes to sleep sldkjflksdjf I'M SORRY. he puts on music or a movie or something but yeah that man is knocked tf OUT, hope ur good bb. but you can have a little next-morning shower sex, nice and slow because he knows you're sore and swollen, as a treat

jjk: pivots so fast you can't even believe it's the same guy who was just pulling your hair and fucking you like a whore. he literally becomes this emoji: 🥺🥺 and wants to rehash everything to make sure it was all okay for you. super nervous that he went too hard even though you always tell him you can take more. once you manage to convince him that you're fine, he grins from ear to ear as he recounts how many times he made you come

#bts imagine #bts headcanon #bts scenario #bts smut #bts x reader #MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES TO THE TAE STANS #i told B he would fall the fuck asleep as a joke and nothing else felt right hahahaha

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thedoctorisinlove · 3 years ago

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eddie munson confessing to you or how'd he act if he had a crush on you

eddie munson ; pining over you headcanons

genre : fluff

pairing : eddie munson x gender neutral reader

disclaimer : reader addressed as princess twice, mentions of sexual tension, mentions of drugs, mentions of beating up someone 😋

author's note : thank you for the request anon! i've received a similar request on my wattpad account so i decided to combine them. i hope that's okay with you. :)

⋆ it seems you've caught the attention of the metalheal, eddie munson. you must've done something outrageous because it's nearly impossible to intrigue eddie. once you do have his attention, you'll notice his piercing eyes behind your back.

⋆ eddie with a crush includes a lot of staring. of course, he's trying not to get caught (but isn't very much good at it). if, however, you do catch him staring at you, he'll quickly blink and direct his eyes somewhere else. you'll see his eyes will linger a little second longer but you'd brush it off that you were simply only imagining it. "that's impossible, why would the eddie munson look at me?" you try convincing yourself, eventually forgetting it and going about your day.

⋆ he'll be calling you by lots of nicknames even though you aren't dating. babe, sweetheart, pretty, beautiful, handsome, princess, darling, basically any nickname that seems sweet sounding to eddie.

⋆ there will be a lot and i mean, a lot of flirring between you two. there's so much sexual tension going everywhere with your back and forth snarky comments, it's unbearable to anyone else that's in the same room as you two. "JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY".

⋆ eddie's most favorite things to do is annoy the shit out of you. he's totally the type to be like "are you mad at me? 🤔" (if you know, you know). if you state the obvious, he'll be replying to you sarcastically. you won't be able to catch on until a few more words and then you'll be like "are you fucking with me." in which he'd reply with his silent bitch eating smile. "ding ding ding! we got ourselves a winner."

⋆ please tease him back though, he loves it whenever someone matches his energy. however if you just respond with a pouty attitude, he'll still love it and find you adorable nonetheless. he finds it fun catching you off guard but funner if you're able to snap back.

⋆ despite your guys' playful banters against each other, every day he'd compliment your appearance. you got a new shirt? he'll be saying how nice you look in it. you got a new haircut? he'll be saying how much it suits you. he even notices the small things about you, if you don't normally wear jewelry and he noticed some earrings peaking through your hair, he'd be playfully teasing you like "are you wearing jewelry for me pretty princess?" he says these compliments so naturally, you don't suspect it and just assume he's like this to everyone else (he isn't).

⋆ he smiles more and brighter around you than anyone else in comparison. if he catches sight of you coming to him, his eyebrows would raise curiously and his lips will instantly curl into a playful smile. "you need something from me babe?"

⋆ however, most of the time eddie will be the one initiating conversations with you. he's seeing you walk by yourself? he's hurrying to your side to ask or tell you about the idiotic shit that's occupying his mind at the moment. that, or just making casual conversation. "oh, look who it is! a little birdie told me you'd be here."

⋆ if you do drugs, eddie'll offer you a 75% didcount. he calls it the "sweetheart discount". if you don't, he'd much prefer it because he doesn't want anyone to get involved with drugs to be very honest.

⋆ you'll notice eddie is much more fidgety around you than any body else. if he's sitting down, his leg will be bouncing frantically up and down and his hands would be occupied from playing with his own rings. he won't avoid eye contact though, he values eye contact in a way? he just think it's very respectful to look at the person you're talking to in the eye. if he isn't making eye contact, high chances he's in a rant about something and his eyes are lingering everywhere but your eyes.

⋆ eddie's the type to overexaggerate his efforts on something in hopes to impress you. if you're in the same room with him but not in conversation, he'll be raising his voice and saying whatever it is he did ike a trophy. also the type to describe something with hand movements.

⋆ eddie'll subtly touch you. whether his hand will brush against yours for a split second, he just wants you to touch you but doesn't want to be too obvious (aww he's shy). once, when he was feeling bold, his hand reached your face, tracing the outlines of your jawline. then he pulled back and pulled it off as a joke, laughing at your stunned reaction (except he really did want to kiss you in that moment).

⋆ eddie will come up with bullshit excuses and reasons to ask for you to hang out with him. "hey you available? i need help refilling the water for my fish tank" (man's don't even have fishes 😭). that or excuses to get you alone from other people. he'll just drag your arm around that's just flailing around like a fish from his sudden touch.

⋆ he's basically kind of like your "knight in shining armor". if he catches sight of you in trouble or feel the tension of a fight about to errupt between you and someone else, he's getting you out of there no matter how much you protest. you can't really get out of his grip, he's 4 times stronger than you so if you're stubborn, good luck with that.

⋆ but if someone is straightup insulting you, he doesn't hesitate to spout shit back to them. if they're saying something so ludicrous about you, oh, is he going to start beating the shit out of them for you. he'll hit them repeatedly and then quickly get up, catching your hand on the way, and making a fucking run for it. he's fucked and he knows it, but just likes making shit more dramatic.

⋆ eddie, as we already all know, is actually a very outgoing open person. he doesn't have anything to hide from anyone (minus the drug business) so actually, nobody can really catch him being "vulnerable". except with you, a side of eddie will show that he, himself didn't even knew existed until he met you. he genuinely enjoys your company, more than anyone else he've ever met in his entire life. his waking life is quite literally consumed of thought of you every second. he yearns for you.

⋆ now, the way eddie will confess to you will by all means, not a normal confession at all and certainly not what you'd be expecting. you'd both be on his bed, staring at the ceiling talking about random shit until suddenly, eddie just casually slips in a confession. and then you grow silent and he's wondering why you're so quiet, until he processes what he just said and he's like "oh shit."

⋆ after that, it really depends on what you decide to do after that. eddie's a lovesick fool for you and whatever you choose to do, he'll be beyond ecstatic if you want to start a relationship with him or if you don't, that's okay he understands. he's in love with you and he knows that the way he feels for you is more than puppy love.

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jikisbunny · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7266 words Warnings: 18+, Smut, unedited, Oral (male receiving), creampie, slight coercion, some overstim, edging, non-con( Forced to cum inside), breeding, vaginal penetration, nipple play, manipulation, small amount of cock warming, if theres something you don't see tagged pls lemme know.

MDNI 18+

Scenario: Bimbo reader falls head over heels in love with Amajiki and wants to thank him for tutoring her

I'm so nervous to post this oh my lord 😭 I haven't written since early high school so if my writing is shit I'm sorry!!!! But I hope its decent enough for y'all to enjoy!

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Standing in front of your dorm mirror, you admire your crafty work once again. Instead of your usually multiple layered pink outfits, you slip on something comfy but easily removable. A small tank top and shorts that are also way too small. It's the perfect tutoring outfit for you. You put on some gloss and fix your hair a bit to still look somewhat presentable and put together. While staring at yourself in the mirror, your mind starts to wander off on how tonight will play out.

Images of different positions he could put you in and what he'd look like sinking into your warmth for the first time flood your mind and instantly make you wet. You start to think about Amajiki and how muscly his body must be. Although he is skinny and somewhat scrawny, he still works out just as much as Mirio and has the muscle to prove it.

When you'd join the Big 3 at the gym, you'd lazily walk the treadmill while watching Amajiki work out from afar—occasionally jogging a Lil so your boobs would bounce and didn't stop until Amajiki turned bright red from staring at you for too long. You'd ask him to spot you while doing some barbell squats to brush against him with every squat purposely. He'd be lifting weights with Mirio, and you'd offer to spot him when it was so that you could let him lay his head on your lap so he could stare up at your tits for encouragement. It also allowed you to rub your hands all over his chest and shoulders, feeling up his muscle for the first time. You never really like muscle on men, but it was so attractive on him. Unless you saw him at the gym, you'd never know he was built underneath his uniform, and it was almost like an exciting secret for only you to know about. You'd kept giving him little compliments for him to blush over.

"You're so strong, Jiki! I bet you could lift me with no issue!" you flash him a cute smile with an intense dazed look cause you are just so infatuated with him. He returns your comment with a smile, and of course, he's blushing

You loved how intense he was when he didn't even realize it. Being a part of The Big 3, you'd assume his confidence would be through the roof, but you loved that he doesn't even know how huge he is. It gives you more reason to gush over how amazing he is. Every time you did, he'd get so flustered acting like he wasn't the best of the whole school. At this point, you couldn't tell if you were in love with him or the way you affected him, but it didn't matter.

A small knock at the door snapped you back to reality and you rushed to the door. Before opening you stood on your tip toes to look through the eyehole and saw Amajiki standing there with a stack of books. You smiled wildly at the thought of him actually thinking you were just gonna study tonight. He was so innocent you loved it. Before opening the door you twirled a couple pieces of hair and hiked your shorts up so far he'll for sure be able to see the outline of your pussy and full ass hanging out. It was a bit much but it was your dorm right? You should be able to wear what ever you want in here even if there's company over.

You opened the door just enough for your body to show and you wish you had a camera cause the look on his face was something you wanted framed up on your wall. He was obviously trying so hard to keep his eyes focused on your face but the way you kept shifting your legs to adjust your stance he couldn't help but notice everything. He was wearing black sweat pants with a white shirt and the way he lowered his arms to cover his front with the stack of books you predicted he wasn't wearing boxers. Perfect.

"Hi Jiki! I'm so glad you came by! Come in!" There was no way he thought you were this excited about studying you hoped.

"H-hi y/n, I brought all our current class text books....just incase we wanted to go over a bit of everythi-" Although his stammering is so adorable you just wanted him inside and in you already.

"Yeah that sounds great!" You exclaimed before leaning forward to grip his shoulder and pull him in.

Shutting the door behind you and locking it just incase. Neijri had a habit of barging in for random late night drama talks. You guide him deeper into your dorm before leaving him in the middle to go clean off your small futon. There was a desk but only one chair and the futon was a better spot for your planned activities. Leaning over the back of the futon you start pushing pillows and blanket off to the side to make room for the both of you purposely swaying your ass hoping he's watching. When your done you whip around to find him red in the face again, ears red as well. Even though he's seen you bend over with no panties he still can't help it and you adored it.

"Is everything okay Jiki?" You say nonchalantly, trying to stay oblivious to your little game. He gulps hard and nervously looks somewhere else besides you.

"Y-yeah, everything is fine. W-we should get s-started before it gets to late...d-don't you think?" You can't help but blush as well at how hard we was trying to be respectful of you. No matter how much you put yourself out there for him he never once treated you differently or made rude gestures towards you. He was simply just going along with your oblivious and dumb nature assuming all your lewd acts were just innocent and never meant to be taken in a sexual way.

"Oh yeah totally, come sit!" You plop down on one side and pat the other motioning him to take the seat. He slowly makes his way over and sets the books down on the small side table first before also plopping down next to you.

Once he got comfortable you immediately did as well by swinging your legs over his lap and scooting closer so your chest leans against his shoulder. He tenses up and gives you a quick glance followed by an audible swallow. You continue on with the innocent act.

"Are you sure your okay Jiki? You've seem so nervous since you've step into my room. I didn't do anything wrong did it?" You said as you rest your chin on his shoulder and give your best doe eyes. His eyes instantly go wide and puts his hands up in defense.

"O-oh gosh, you have nothing to worry about! You did nothing wrong I'm...I-I'm just a bit tired that's all. Had a long day training ya know?" His excuse was a lie and you knew it but, you still played along.

"Oh well if you wanna go rest we ca- No no no no no!" A playful smirk spreads across your face. He really wanted to stay and not disappoint you.

"I-I mean, you need the help right? I don't want to be rude and leave right after I got here"

"Yes, I really, really need the help" you said in a somewhat desperate and needy tone. Also wrapping your arms around his and looking up at him through your lashes. Making sure your tits squished into him as much as possibly.

"Don't worry, by tonight you'll have everything down in no time!" He gave a shaky nervous smile and you returned it back also with a smile.

Little did he know the only thing you'll have down by the end of tonight was his dick down your throat.

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"Jikiiiiiiii, I'm so boooored, can we move on to something else?" Your about an hour into tutoring and your mind has gone numb. You've only let it go this far because you enjoy listening to Amajiki but now your ready to dive into what you wanna do.

You were now leaning against the futons arm rest with your feet now in his lap ever so gently pressing down on his dick that was very obviously hard. You've been doing this for the past 20 minutes and he's just been silently squirming and making soft whines every so often. It was impressive how good he was at hiding it but you knew he was ready to bust at the seams just from some feet and all it did was egg you on even more to continue. He was now almost at the verge of sweating and desperately still trying to focus on the algebra page you two were working on. Once you mentioned moving on to something else he tried to take that as an opportunity to leave to rush to his own dorm and get himself off.

"A-actually, I think I-I should go. I'm feeling a little....funny" he stammers as he closes the textbook and sets it aside

"Oh no Jiki! Are you sure you're okay? Did you need to talk about something? You know you can tell me anything right?" You look concerned but in reality your jumping with glee inside knowing your about to claim your precious prize.

"Are you sure? I-I don't want to scare you o-off"'

"I promise! We're friends right? You can tell me anything Jiki and I wouldn't see you any different" now you were sitting with your legs wide open and feet off his crotch so his hard on was visible for the both of you. By now with all your teasing and dirty thoughts you were wetter than ever and more than likely seeping through just hoping he sees your mess.

"O-okay....well...I don't know why but...but" Amajiki has never been so nervous in his entire life and if he could just disappear into thin air he definitely would've by now.

"I-I've been...hard...like, my penis is" he barely got that last part out but you understood, you just wanted to hear him admit it fully.

"I'm sorry Jiki I couldn't hear you...what did you say?"

"I-I've been h-having an erection. T-this whole time almost. I don't know why either but- Oh god, I-im sorry for saying that! I don't know what's wrong with me but I'll get going!" His face and ears were the brightest color of red you've ever seen and he looked sick to his stomach. He tried to stand up but you quickly grabbed his wrist and yanked him back down.

"Don't be sorry! I can help...if you want?" You said giving innocent eyes and scooting closer but he refused to even look at you from the embarrassment.

"What! N-no y/n I could never let you do something like that!" He was stunned at your gestured and was quick to turn you down, kinda hurting your feelings.

"But? I just wanna help? That's what friends are for right? Please Jiki?" You slide your hand over to his cheek bringing his gaze that was glued to the ground to your eyes. Giving the best pleading eyes you could to hopefully coax him into letting you help.

"It's just so...embarrassing" he said as he slumps in his seat further and letting his head hang. You slide into his lap to straddle him and cup his face in your hands to force him now to look up at you. You experimentally grind down onto him and his eyes go wide and immediately his hands fly to your hips like he was going to push you off at first until he relaxed into it. When you stopped he let out a breathy and needy whine of desperation. He was so oblivious to his own sexual needs and desires you couldn't wait to blow his mind. Flashing him a reassuring smile he manages to give you an overly anxious smile back.

"I think it's perfectly fine, besides, how else am I supposed to thank you for tutoring me?" Then before he knows it your sliding down his lap and on to the floor in between his legs. The whole time he keeps a wide eyed stare at you, clearly no girl has come onto him before like this. You felt almost honored being the first.

"Y-you really d-dont have to do this. I-I can just leave right now a-and we can forget all about this" he made one last attempt at changing your mind and saving himself from this awkward situation but your mind was set. You laid your head against one of his thighs while your hand rubs up his other thigh slowly getting closer and closer to your desired target.

"Please Jiki? Let me suck you off? I swear I'm good at it!" You beg and plead with him only to get another flustered and nervous smile. He was so unsure of what he wanted you could just see the internal battle happening behind his eyes as you stared into them.

Growing impatient you lifted yourself up a bit to lean closer towards his face and hover your lips just above his. You stay there for a second letting both of you breath each other in and stare into each other's eyes. He occasionally glanced down to your lips and back up to your eyes waiting in anticipation for what you'll do next. He only grew more and more nervous with how close you were and couldn't find it within himself to just let go. Never being in a situation like this before he had no clue how to go about it and wasn't sure if this was a normal thing for friends to do but you looked almost hurt when he denied your offer and the last thing he wants to do is hurt your precious feelings. Finally breaking the silence you spoke up

"Please Tamaki?" Said in the softest and sweetest voice you could possibly give as a final attempt to convince him. To seal the deal you give a small and gentle kiss to his lips. Moving back to your spot on the floor you kept your gaze up at him and his shocked facial expression waiting for an answer. Shifting his eyes back and forth between you, his hard on, and the textbooks he finally takes in one final breath to calm himself down before answering.

"O-okay...g-go ahead."

In an instant, you were tugging his sweats down, and as you suspected, he had no boxers on. His cock sprang free and smacked against his abdomen, making him hiss and whimper from the impact. Giggling at his reaction, you take a second to stare and admire what you sought after most. For someone his size, you weren't expecting him to be so big. He was girthy in the middle with a narrow base and thick head. The tip was an angry shade of red and you could visibly see his shaft throb, begging for stimulation. You watch it bob slightly for a second more before reverting your eyes up to him to hold eye contact and loll your tongue out. Grabbing the base of him, you squeeze gently, and he rolls his hips into your hold. He was so sensitive. You give him a few small pumps at the base before guiding it towards your face and letting it rest against your tongue. Still keeping eye contact with Amajiki, you keep a tight grip at the bottom and slowly move your head up and down the tip. Licking him like a lollipop and watching him grow more and more desperate had you also throbbing.

As embarrassed as he was, Amajiki couldn't turn away from the pornographic scene playing out before him. You, between his legs, tits almost spilling out of your top, straps fallen on the side, eyes filled with lust, pupils blown out, and drool dripping down the corners of your mouth. He wanted to run out and back to his dorm room but he couldn't believe how good this felt. Every touch had him gasping and holding his breath trying hard not to prematurely explode in your face not like you would mind it at all. Still watching you lick him like a kitten he started to grow even more whiny and fussy with your current pace. However you enjoyed watching him struggle to keep a steady breath and didn't care to accommodate his needs just yet. You continue the small licks on his head and give him a sly smile, enjoying how your teasing affects him. A few more minutes pass of you sweetly licking his tip almost raw and Amajiki is damn near in tears. His cock was now hot, heavy, and pulsing in your hand practically begging for release. The tip was some how even more red than before and swollen. At this point you had to push all your weight onto his thighs to get him to stop squirming until he cried out

"Please! P-please please please" his voice was breathy and a higher pitch. He looked so worn out and you haven't even sucked him properly yet. Cute. Keeping innocent you stop what your doing and give him those doe eyes like before.

"Sorry Jiki. Is this not good enough?" You say in a sad and defeated tone, still stroking his cock.

"N-no! I-I mean! It's great! It's just not enough. I don't want to push you though!" He exclaimed, trying to address his needs while still making sure your wanting to do this. He was so sweet and it only made you wanna fuck him even more.

"If you want me to swallow your cock just say that already silly, here hold on" you giggle before sliding your tank top all the way off and letting your boobs fall and bounce lightly. Amajiki attention immediately went to your chest and you even blushed a little.

"S-sorry, I won't look" he said taking notice of your sudden shyness

"Oh No your okay Jiki! I want you to look at them" then before he knows it his cock is resting between your tits and bucks his hips up at the sudden friction making his tip hit you in the face.

"S-sorry! I-I don't know what came over me" he apologized and slumped back into the futon feeling incredibly bad but you just replied with a sweet laugh.

"Your okay! You don't need to apologize, I think it's adorable how greedy your pretty cock is Jiki" he became even more embarrassed by your lewd words and tried hiding his face. This displeased you a bit.

"Jiki how am I supposed to know if you like it if you aren't even looking at me?" You pout but he's quick to fix that with resuming eye contact.

You squish your tits together around his shaft and start pumping up and down listening closely to the beginning of stifled whines. You continue this for a minute then wrap your lips around his tip to go along with it. He jerks his hips up at the sudden contact and for the first time tonight let's out an audible moan. It was a shaky and hesitant moan but it was one you'll be remember forever. You move your tits from his shaft and replace them with your hands ,mouth still on his tip, and start moving in motion keeping at a steady pace. Hollowing your cheeks out the best you can around his head practically trying to milk him of everything he's got and your impressed he's held out this far. Amajiki is a moaning and writhing mess and still tries his absolute best to keep his hips from bucking up into your mouth. How sweet of him you thought.

Amajiki gasps loudly when you suddenly dip down and attempt to swallow him whole, just like you said. With his thick middle it took a few tries to get it all the way down your throat but you used this as an opportunity to get messy. Slobbering all over his cock to help it ease down your throat better only to gag around him until feeling the need to puke and you pull back up to focus on his tip again. Your spit drips down his shaft and onto his balls and bush making a mess all over Amajikis front. It only took a few more attempts before his girth breached your tight throat and your nose was buried into his purple tuff of hair. It felt incredibly warm and tight and it was a whole new sensation for him. Feeling you swallow around him was kinda disgusting to him but it felt thrilling and watching you do it was an unsuspected turn on for him too. Seeing you with his cock nestled in your throat with big wide innocent eyes staring up at him and tits out was going to be all he could think of for weeks. Leading back up to the tip you swirl around and suckle on it a bit more until you can taste his pre cum and dive down again to the his hairy base before swallowing around him continuously. He was so close and you could hear it clearly in his moans and whines. With no plans of coming up until he cums down your throat Amajiki suddenly started trying to push you off of him.

"S-stop y/n p-please I'm going to cum, Y-you can stop now" His voice was trembling and small, hips uncontrollably jerking up into your mouth in small movements. He may want you to stop but his body didn't want you to.

"No no no! P-please y/n I-i don't w-want to in your mouth....'s gross" at this point he was pushing your head off him hard even if he was humping into you. Not bothering to let up you continue to swallow around him and resist his attempt to pull you off.

"O-Oh g-god y/n, I-i...I think im going to c-cum. P-please! i-ill do it anywhere else" And with that you take his begging into consideration letting up and focusing heavily on the tip for as long as you could before he started digging his feet into your stomach to get you off. Pulling off with a small pop he immediately let out a sigh of relief but it quickly followed by strings of whimpers and groans, his dick was desperately needing to release and you didn't doubt that it was hurting him. Wiping off your face you give him a little smile with one hand still on his cock and you give him a small squeeze around the tip making him jerk away.

" Ow! Ow! Dont! I-it hurts so badly" He cries out and you notice a single tear fall down his red cheek.

"Awww Jiki, Im sorry I didn't mean to hurt you!" You climbed up his lap to straddle him, feeling his cock rub against your wet heat making you shiver. You ignore it and continue your focus on Amajiki. Cupping his face into your hands you wipe away the tear trail on his cheek and start peppering small kisses on his face to apologize. Giggling while doing so and him getting shy and flustered again. You sit up and balance yourself using his shoulders to look him in the eyes before speaking

"I know you dont wanna cum down my throat but we can still continue....if ya want? I kinda wanna get off still and I know you still definitely need to. If you want I can do something else?" at the end of your sentence you gently plop down on his dick and lean into his chest hoping he got the hint.

"Y-yeah s-sure, just...anything but that" he made an attempt to give you a reassuring smile but you knew the affect sitting on his dick like this had on him. You lightly squeal in excitement at what was to come next. You get up from straddling him to remove your soaked shorts and tossed them aside before returning back to your original position on his lap. His eyes go wide when he realizes what your about to do next.

"W-wait! I shouldve said this before but....but..i-im a v-virgin" Going red in the face for the millionth time tonight Amajiki couldn't believe he admitted that. Not even Neijri and Mirio know about him being a virgin and they've known him for years! For you it was like finding a diamond in the rough.

"Thats okay! I'll do everything so all you gotta do is sit there, look cute, and enjoy it. I promise you'll be fine. Okay Jiki?" You gently cupped his face and stared at him with adoration, hoping it was enough to reassure him that being a virgin didn't matter.

Taking the chance you lean in and give him a gentle kiss on the lips, leaving him love drunk on you and wanting more of your tenderness. When you pull back he gives you a smile, signaling for you to continue. You give one last peck on his nose before rising up to hover over his needy cock. Grabbing him lightly and guiding him towards your entrance you rub him against your clit making you both shudder from the friction then, you line him up and sink down. The initial stretch of his shaft made you wince a bit but nothing you couldn't power through. Amajiki throws his head back and let's out a breathy and loud moan, chest rising up and down heavily, it felt even better than your throat. You on the other hand are also in pure ecstasy, his cock filling you up in all the right places, hot, and throbbing inside you. Placing your hands on his chest to balance yourself while you adjust to him and experimentally grind down taking him in further.

"Feel good Jiki?" You moan, he tilts his head back up, looking flushed and tired.

"Y-yeah" he gulps nervously

"I-it feels really good. S-so warm" he added before throwing his head back again, completely engulfed in pleasure.

Without warning you start to bounce on him slowly at first and then eventually you start putting all your weight into it, slamming down on his cock full force. If you were to have it your way, he'd be behind you giving it to you full force, but you honestly don't think he could handle the task of giving just yet. He was just a shy boy with a big dick who didn't know how to use it. Besides, you kind of liked the new dominating position of being on top. It also suited Amajiki better being at the bottom. Keeping at a steady pace still you slow down to change to a grinding motion, trying to keep him as deeply seated within you as possible. Really taking your time in feeling how deep and hot he is inside you. Now you were the one whining and squirming to cum but having to do all the work yourself and getting tired quickly it was hard to focus on getting there. Making small adjustments to your posture and arching to angle him against your g spot better and crying out a high-pitch moan when it finally hit. Sending a deep tingle straight into your stomach and melting you on his cock. Letting your head fall back and now grinding at an agonizing slow place for the both of you, panting heavily as you relish in the sweet feeling.

Mid way riding you notice Amajiki starting to lose focus on enjoying it and getting too far into his head. He looked so tense and unsure what to do this far into fucking. His arms were awkwardly at his side, unaware of where to place them. Eyes frantically searching for a place to look whenever he thinks he's been staring at one spot for too long. You had to cut him some slack at least for being a virgin but you wanted him to enjoy himself, not worry about what he's doing wrong or right. Moving your hands from his chest you glide them up to his shoulders and then behind his neck to get him to focus on you more than his thoughts.

"Ya know, you're super cute, and you look so adorable when I ride you" you start, Amajiki trying hard to focus on your words.

"And your dick feels amazing, kinda honored to be the first to sit on it" He's quickly red in the face again and not sure how to respond either. No one's ever talked to him before in this manner and he never thought he'd be in a situation like this. However you still try to get him to respond and interact.

"Your face is so pink and flustered haha, is it cause of my tits in your face?" Still silent, you watch him switch between staring at your face and tits.

"You can suck on em if ya want? I know you wanna." You gesture to him, only to get him silent and blushing again.

Getting frustrated you stop riding and sit perfectly still, feeling his cock throb inside you making you beam with pride at how far you've pushed him into the deep end. Grabbing his chin to look up at you instead of your tits and you could see the yearning in his eyes to let go. You lean forward slowly sliding off his cock making him whimper slightly under your hold. Only being an inch away from his lips you give him a devilish smirk.

"Although it is so cute You don't have to be so shy around me."

You lean forward even more, and you glide your other hand up his stomach and chest making him shiver. Only his tip is in still and the little noises he is making from desperation were just too cute for you to handle. Your lips are now an inch away from his ear and you give a cute giggle before continuing your sentence. Amajiki was trembling at this point.

"You do have me bouncing on your cock, don't you? Do whatever your mind wants and let go. Trust me you'll enjoy it more than you are now"

You lean back suddenly, falling back onto his aching cock pulling a moan from both of you. You resume bouncing slightly on his dick again before suddenly feeling hands wrap around you and jerk you forward towards Amajiki. His face is now full of your tits and he's in heaven. First kissing all over them and squeezing them firmly but trying not to hurt you. Then kept all his attention on your hard buds. Licking and sucking on them with an occasional bite here and there.

You'd never expected him to love tits so much.

"God your so good at this Jiki. You sure this is your first?" You moan out, trying to give a little laugh, one hand tangled in his hair while the other rests on his knee for support while he leans into your chest.

While still sucking on your nipple you can feel one of his hand starts to creep around to your ass and give a squeeze, surprising you with the sudden confidence from him.

"You seem to be warming up now huh?" you ask and he gives your nipple a tug gently with his teeth as a response.

From there on Amajiki wasn't so shy. He let his hands roam all over your body, groping your ass, gripping your hips, and squeezing your tits. Reaching up to snake a hand to the back of your neck and kissing you much harder than when you gently kissed him. Even going as far as guiding you with his other hand to stay at his desired pace becoming a bit greedy. You guide his hand that was on your neck to your cunt, putting his palm on your stomach and positioning his thumb right over your clit. Guiding him at first to get an idea of what to do and he caught on quickly, enjoying the way you start writhing on top of him and clenching around him. Not only did it bring you pleasure but the way it made you squeeze around him made it seem more like it was for him and didn't plan to stop rubbing your clit any time soon.

You however, were near finishing and his continuous play with your clit was becoming almost too much to handle. Breaths for you became quick and short with pitchy loud moans and your sure the girl next door to you can hear. Without warning Amajiki pushed harder on your clit making you wail out and kick your feet at the over stimulating feeling. Your stomach feels suddenly tight and the warm tingle in your cunt becomes intense. Between him guiding your hips and abusing your clit it all becomes too much too quickly so you try to slow him down

"H-hey" You gulp, voice sounding hoarse, he didn't even acknowledge you. Still rubbing harsh circles and slamming your hips down.

"T-tamaki, I-I...I-m about to-" But before you could finish your sentence your orgasm took over making you fall towards Amajiki. Quickly pulling his hand away from your hip and clit letting you go limp, becoming slightly concerned at your current state thinking he possibly hurt you. Your moans turned into gasps and strings of slurred words not even you could understand. Still trying your best to ride him your body twitches and hips jerk having trouble keeping a steady motion. When the intense feeling subsides, you lay on top of him with closed eyes to rest for a moment before getting back to riding him. His ear it full of your cute little breathy moans, trying hard to regulate your breathing to get some words out.

"Holy fuck" You breathed out while laughing.

"Y-your okay? R-right?" Amajiki chimed in, snapping you out of your daze

"Im perfectly fine Jiki, you just made me cum thats all" you giggle, peppering kisses along his neck

"I-i made you cum?" he almost sounded shocked, and you even kind of were too since you didn't plan on cumming this early. You sit up and move your hands to the side of his head, placing them on the back of the couch to use as grip in a moment.

"Mmmhm, now its your to cum" you say, giving him a smirk before pushing back down onto him. His eyes go wide, forgetting about that next part.

Your quick to start up a brutal pace again, using the back of the futon as leverage to really put all your weight into each bounce. He didn't have much longer to last and you could tell by how squirmy he was getting like before when you sucked him off. His breathing also getting hard to maintain and moaning like no other. You'd purposely clench around him to push him closer to the edge and to watch his face contort from the intense pleasure. Switching from bouncing to grinding you lean forward a little to get closer to his face, staring deeply into his eye, drinking up his fucked out face.

"You're going to get o-off right? I-i think im...i-m going to cum soon" He stutters out, throwing his head back at the end, he can't see it but you have a devilish smile plastered to your face.

"mmmmm, nope" the moment the word left your mouth Amajiki's head came flying back up with wide eyes

"W-what!? B-but i'll..i'll get it in you a-and i don't think t-that'll be good, d-dont you think y/n?" and there he goes reverting right back to his shy and nervousness.

"Thats like, the whole point. Come on Jiki it'll be okay, just fill me up. I wanna feel your cum deep in me so badly" You whine at his comment, this is literally what you've been wanting this whole time and the fact that he didn't even want to give it to you made you start pouting slightly.

"N-no p-please y/n I-i don't think I should do that. I-i'll do it in your mouth, j-just...please?" He begged. You immediately start pouting and picking your pace up to finish him off inside you quicker.

"B-but..you said that you'll do it anywhere else" you give him a pouty face, trying hard to look displeased knowing that he'll do anything to not disappoint you.

Without another word from him except for whines and whimpers you continue grinding down on him, making sure he's as deep as possible with in you. Giving your best performance possible you could tell it had the desired effect you wanted because he could not keep still or keep quiet, and he once again started trying to push you off his lap. That only made you go harder knowing how close he was to spilling it all inside you, you might cum again just thinking about it. Remembering your hero training you plant yourself firmly on the futon and brace yourself for the onslaught of pushing to come soon from Amajiki.

"y/n p-please, i-i don't want to cum in you" he was begging you at this point, it was only cute to you.

"Come on I know ya wanna, don't you wanna breed my little pussy? Make it yours? Ever since ive met you it's all ive been thinking about" you say in the best seductive tone you had, leaning down towards his face now, putting all your weight on top of him to hold him down. Biting your lip seductively as you stare into his pleading eyes. As much as Amajiki wanted to stop and not cum in you something in the way you spoke and move just wouldn't let him fully regain control and pull you off. He knew it was wrong in so many ways but he couldn't find the strength to do anything but enjoy it. He was harshly gripping your hips, ready to yank you off if needed but It all just felt too good for him.

"I'd love nothing more than to walk around Campus with Tamaki Amajiki's cum dripping down my thighs. Please Jiki? Pretty please?" you whisper into his ear and he cries out

"Fuck n-no no no!" before releasing all inside you, his body betraying him and jerking up into you for more. He gave one last loud moan before whining at the fact that he just came in you, giving another failed attempt to weakly push you off even though it was too late.

You shiver at how warm his cum is and how much there was of it. You could feel little drops leaking out and sliding down your thighs. Dipping your head into his neck to catch your breath from all the work and he was to catching his while coming down from his first intense high. Finally giving up on trying to get you off he let his hands rest on your thighs while you pepper more kisses on his neck and face and cockwarm his soften cock, trying to keep all his cum plugged in you. You both lay together for a moment to rest before unsticking yourself from his sweaty chest to look down at him breathing heavily, still shocked at what just happened.

"I-I...cant believe I just did that" he groaned covering his face with his hands from either shame or embarrassment. Probably both you assumed. You take his hands off his face to reveal him blushing again, making you giggle.

" Yep, ya sure did cutie and I really enjoyed it" You smile before leaning in to kiss him. He hesitated at first but eventually leaned into it, closing his eyes and following your movements.

After a minute you pull away and start slowly lifting yourself off of him, making him produce tiny sounds, he was probably still sensitive. When you were fully standing you took a moment to regain balance before grabbing your soiled shorts and wiping yourself between your legs a bit. Amajiki still sat in the same spot on the futon and just watched you clean up, not really sure what to do after sex. He was indeed messy and needed new clothes but walking to his dorm wasn't an option. He couldn't take the chance of letting anyone see your drool all over the front of his pants and his now sweaty shirt, he must avoid any type of embarrassment. He's snapped out of his thoughts when you toss a pair of gym sweats for him to change into. He unfolds them and looks at them in surprise that you even have anything that would be wearable for him. He thanks you and quickly changes out of his dirty sweats to the new ones. Now sitting awkwardly on the couch he watches you put on another pair of shorts and tank top before you sit back down next to him ready to go to bed and possibly snuggle.

"Could I uuhh....i-is there possibly a clean shirt I could wear? T-this one's a bit gross" He asked, already back to his shy nature, but you didn't mind, it was your favorite thing about him.

"Here just take your shirt off and sleep shirtless tonight, unless you wanna wear a crop top" You joke before grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging it off him. You throw it in your dirty clothes pile and then grab the pillow and blanket you tossed aside earlier, setting them up on the futon for the both of you. You lay down first and then motion him to lay down behind you. Even if you both just fucked he still felt vulnerable being shirtless and shy with human touch but that wasn't stopping you when you huffed and reached up for his hand to pull him down next to you.

"Come on Jiki I wanna snuggle" You pout, he notices your eagerness and obeys by laying behind you like you wanted. With the futon being so small as it was there was little to no room left between you the two of you.

"S-sorry, i've never done this before" He apologizes then hesitantly moves his arms around you to get comfy and find a comfortable cuddling position.

Before getting situated yourself you reach behind to give him another kiss and a loving smile, making him blush and also smile back. When both of you are finally settled down and comfy you can't help but smile with glee that your plan worked on Amajiki. You giggle at the fact that you got your way and was filled with his cum making you his,...........until you find another shy guy with a big dick.

#bnha tamaki #bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #bnha scenarios #tamaki amakiji #amajiki x y/n #amajiki smut #my hero academia #amajiki x reader #amajiki x you #boku no hero academia #mirio togata #bnha x y/n #suneater smut #mha suneater #bnha suneater #pro hero suneater

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titlemewickedwonderland · 3 years ago

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Thin White Line (Part 4)

Summary: Y/N Harrington and Billy Hargrove are the most unlikely of best friends. Each harbors feelings for the other that neither of them wishes to tell the other. Only, the longer they spend together the longer the thin white line of friendship seems to disappear.

Pairing: Harrington!Y/N x Billy Hargrove.

Warnings: language and mention of past abuse

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"Frustrating! That's what it fucking is Eds! Fucking frustrating; like what the fuck was I supposed to say?!" I flop on top of Eddie's bed with a yell of frustration into his pillow before turning my head so I didn't suffocate myself in the fabric.

The sound of the metal head rummaging around his dresser drawers as he spoke made me look over my shoulder at the long-haired senior as he grabbed his pre-rolled joint and a pack of Marlboro that I favored since I feel up to getting high with him right now; he knew me so well that he knew weed wouldn't calm this sort of meltdown. Eddie turned lazily and reached out to hit play on his record player as he passed by allowing Metallica to grace his bedroom with the rifts of their guitars.

"You could tell him the truth," he commented as he flopped back onto the bed beside me making me bounce before he tossed the pack of cigs beside me.

Rolling my eyes I turned my body so that I was leaning against the headboard shoulder to shoulder with the man before I grabbed the cigarettes; plucking one from the carton and allowing Eddie the light it for me before lighting his own.

"He already knows the truth, Eddie. I was drunk off my ass and don't remember shit!" I finally reply through a cloud of smoke as I exhale and wave the stick around between my fingers; my smoke mixing it with the deep herbal stench of the rolled joint he was smoking.

"Nah Darlin, I'm talking about telling him the truth about liking the man. Don't see what you do to swoon over him but to each their own, I guess. We wouldn't have been friends if we judged each other on tastes now would we?" he gave me a cheeky little smile making me scoff and roll my eyes allowing my head to thunk sideways into his lanky shoulder but that only helped hide the little grin on my lips.

"I can't tell him, Eddie. Cause if I tell him he'll seriously be done with me. Like….the past two years meant fucking nothing sort of done with me." I finally replied as I take a drag feeling my chest tighten at the idea. "Frankly, I dunno if I'm ready to say goodbye."

"So cynical." Eddie tapped my thigh. "You don't give yourself enough credit sweets. If he truly gives up because of one small mistake-"

"We fucked Eddie. Billy and I fucked. That I would consider is a big mistake." I interrupt but he only shot me a look down his nose as he continued as if I hadn't interrupted him.

"All I'm saying is it might not be such a bad thing yall bumped uglies. Might finally force you to stop playing this cat and mouse shit and fess up the fact that you like each other." he shrugged making my head bobble on his shoulder.

I pursed my lips; biting at the inside of my cheek as I thoughtfully mulled it over. See, everything seemed so natural and simple when I sit here talking to Eddie. Maybe that's why I like going to him whenever I have a melt-down crisis that Steve or Nancy just possibly wouldn't be able to help me sort. Also helps that Eddie likes to stay out of my business and only watch from the outside which gives really good advice which shocks people half the time because no one considers Eddie to me a sentimental or someone who gives good advice. Maybe I'm just special.

Turning to my side I peer up at him through droopy lids as I comment softly. "And what if he kicks me to the curb." there was much doubt in my voice and whatever Eddie saw in my face when he looked down at me made the man give me one of his rarest heart-stopping smiles before reaching over to pet my hair.

"Well if he kicks you to the curb, you know you'll always be welcome to fall back on me," he replied warmly.

We sat like that for the next few hours. Allowing the toxins of the things we smoked to fog out brains and cool our motors for a while. I needed this; even if I wasn't getting high off of weed like Eddie. I needed this time away from the good life and away from what I was familiar with to just look at everything from a different perspective. There were so many ifs and buts that could go right and wrong in this situation but Eddie was right. I wouldn't know what Billy really thought unless I fessed up and talked to him. It wouldn't be easy by a long shot and it wasn't just because the man ignored my presence at school for the past week. Even Steve was acting like a normal brother all concerned and the like whenever he'd notice how withdrawn I had been that week. Well, a lot is more withdrawn than my usual behavior. Nancy tried that 'girl talk' to try and get information out of me but she was unsuccessful mostly because I just ditched her altogether in favor of being alone. Locking myself in my room at home and refused to answer anyone who knocked. That was until I decided I needed advice from my good old pal Eddie. Thank god for him. Dunno what I'd do without that man.

Eddie dropped me off at my place later that evening. The first stars were just scattered along the horizon when I headed up to my front door. Inside the lights were on and Steve's car was parked in the drive. Our parents were out on another trip or another which just left me and Steve to our own devices. On any normal day like this he and I might pick up a movie from the FV that he worked at to watch for tonight but when I walked inside I saw him and Nancy cuddling on the sofa already busy watching a movie; well I mean they would have been if they were glued to each other's faces like some sucker fishes. My nose crinkled in disgust as I stood in the doorway staring at them in silence when they stared right back at me wide-eyed and a little flustered realizing they got caught. Steve was the first to rise from the sofa while trying to fix his messed-up hair.

"H-hey Y/N! We didn't know you were gonna be home. Err did you want some pizza we ordered some earlier and there should be some left in the kitchen."

I just stood there staring between them until they shifted awkwardly. Glad to see that they were uncomfortable I allowed a small smile to grace my face and I shook my head. "Nah, I'm good thanks though. Eddie and I grabbed some grub on the way home." I replied before moving up the stairs to give them privacy.

I could hear their hushed voices from downstairs as I closed my door and leaned up against it with a heavy sigh. Rubbing a tired hand over my face and stared into the depth of my room. I knew I couldn't go around pretending everything was fine. I tried doing this earlier and it just felt so wrong. I was never good at make-believe. I planned on just going to bed and was just about to slide in after changing into some loose-fitted shorts and a matching top when my phone rang on my nightstand. I jumped staring at it like a girl from some horror flick before I snatched up the receiver.

"Yeah. I mean hello?" I replied frazzled into the line.

"My house, we gotta talk." Billy? what the fuck was Billy doing calling me? He never called me. Hell, we barely ever talked on the phone.

At first, I thought it was because of what happened; us sleeping together part. But then again it could always be something to do with his dad. He'd come to find me in person usually if he and his dad got into another fight so it was weird that he was calling. Especially paired with the fact that the boy had been ignoring me at school, outright avoiding me anytime we were in eyesight of each other.

"Err well I'm sort of in my pajamas right now and was about to turn in early-" I began but his voice a little harsher down on the other line made me tremble in an anxious manner

"Now Harrington!" he barked before the line went dead.

Feeling apprehension I carefully put down the receiver before staring at my walls a moment as if whatever I needed to find was going to be right there. But of course, it wasn't and I forced myself to climb from my bed in order to dress in an oversized T-shirt and some jeans. I quickly snagged Steve's keys for the car on my way out; being careful not to be seen or caught which wasn't too hard since the pair were making out again. Let's just say I'm going to be highly disturbed for a while after hearing my brother moaning like some teenage boy at whatever the hell Nancy was doing to him. The drive to the Hargrove home wasn't too far but far enough that I didn't want to be walking home alone so I was glad that I managed to grab Steve's car for a bit. I pulled up to the curb by the mailbox and got out. The house itself was dark except for one room which I think was Billy's. His dad's car wasn't in the drive thank god; that would have been an awkward encounter. It took me a good minute just standing at his front door before I had the courage to knock and when I did it didn't take long for the door to swing open. The sight in front of me made me gasp. Even in the dim light of the street lamps couldn't hide the mess his face looked even in the shadows. He didn't say anything as he grabbed my upper arm and dragged me inside the darkness of the house before the slam of the door shut us inside the pitch blackness of the living room.

I didn't know if I should say something or what I should do so I just stood there listening to nothing but Billy's heavy breaths. Was he mad at me? I mean, he had to be if he called me out here after ignoring me all weak. But I wanted to ask him about his face. Why it looked like he'd taken a beating. A part of me felt queasy to my stomach at the thought of what the cause could have been. Was it his dad? Yeah, I knew about his dad. Kinda hard not to put the pieces together over the years. Mr. Hargrove always carried that aura of temper about him even when he was pretending to be a gracious host. The hot touch of Billy's hand slipping into mine startled me as he pulled me deeper inside the house towards his room where the light was coming from and I could see the tension of his back and shoulders as he led me further into the light. When he turned my hand flew to my mouth to muffle the noise that came from my throat. He looked fucking awful! The gash along his cheekbone was fresh and he had a split lip too. A bruise around his eye was healing; my guess was about a week old since it was so discolored in pale yellow and green. His face looked so haggard and tired-looking evening beneath all that damage; he looked like he hadn't been sleeping recently. Not at all the put-together cocky bastard, I was used to seeing at school. Was this what he was hiding the past week from me?

"How…what?" I stammered reaching toward his face. I was staring so hard at his injuries that I didn't notice the way his face seemed to just melt into my touch as if relieved at my presence.

"My old man." he shrugged almost as if it didn't matter. But it did. Oh, fuck it did! It mattered to me. I'd seen what his father could do but in the state Billy was in I'd never seen Mr. Hargrove lash out that much.

"Billy…I'm sorry…why? What caused this?" I traced his cheek right below the gash on his face and his hands came up to grasp at my wrists as his red-rimmed blue eyes stared into my own

"You Y/N. You caused this."

#billy hargrove #billy stranger things #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #angst

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bokutosbeam · 4 years ago

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fuzzy feeling

fandom: haikyuu!!

summary: suna doesn't think he'll ever find love, but that all changes because of a small dog and his younger sister

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

genre: fluff and a bit of angst (suna gets grumpy)

warnings: swearing and self doubt on suna's part

quinn speaks: i headcanon that rin is a hopeless romantic so here's this!

— SUNA RINTAROU

suna doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to fall in love. he never really gets it when people talk about butterflies in their stomach and dizziness in their heads when around that special someone. the twins are always teasing him about having a cold heart or maybe he just wasn’t meant to have a lover; it made him want to smack them over the head, scared that they’re right.

it wasn’t like suna didn’t want someone to hold at night, to share his secrets with, to giggle with on the couch while watching shitty movies, to cry on when he had a bad day. he wanted all of it because despite what most people might think, suna rintarou is a hopeless romantic.

the bookshelf in his room is filled with poetry and romance novels that he likes to re-read over and over again in the comfort of his own bed. smiling lightly when something cute happens, cursing when the two lovers make the wrong decision, or crying lightly when they finally get together after hundreds of pages. of course he always switches them out with various mangas and classics whenever his friends come over, suna doubts he would ever hear the end of it if the twins found his secret stash.

he didn’t want to dwell on the fact that he’d probably never get to experience half the stuff he reads about, but he can’t help but get lost in his own thoughts once in a while. this was one of those times.

suna looked up from twiddling his hands on the bench at the park, his eyes scanned the surrounding areas to look for his sister. she had dragged him out of the house when there were no more popsicles left in the freezer for her to enjoy and their mother insisted they go out for ice cream, putting a few dollars in suna’s hand and practically pushing them out the door. on the way, they passed by his sister’s favorite park and he knew what was bound to come next.

searching for the little head of jet black hair was much more difficult than he originally thought it would be. panic quickly set in as suna cursed at himself for taking his eyes off the young girl. he moved frantically now as he got up from his seat and made his way towards the play structures, but still there was still no sight of her. moving to look on the bricked walkways that wove around the park, his eyes darted from path to path.

luckily there she was, crouched down and petting a rather fluffy looking dog. setting off in a jog, his sister must have sensed him coming towards her as she waved and held a bright smile on her face.

“look rin! isn’t this puppy so cute,” she squealed as soon as he came into ear shot. the dog was quick to lick her face as giggles escaped her throat.

his chest heaved a bit before spitting out words of worry. “don’t run off like that, alright? scared the shit out of me.” she nodded, not really taking in his concern and continuing to pet the dog.

“what’s it’s name again?” the young girl asked looking up at you.

“cupid,” you spoke sweetly.

“cupid! that’s so cute! right, rin?”

suna wasn’t one to ignore his sister, but he didn’t expect to be face to face with the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. your eyes seemed to shine with the beams of sun that escaped through the trees at the park and your face held a pretty smile that captivated his eyes.

“hello? rin!” his sister bounced in front of him as a way of getting his attention back to her.

“what? sorry.”

“cupid! the dog’s name is cupid!” her squeals made you laugh a bit; most kids had a similar reaction when meeting the little dog. “i love ‘em! can we keep it, rin?”

suna scratched his head at her request, his eyes finally meeting you for the first time. “no, i don’t think we can. this dog belongs to,” he trailed off, looking at you to fill in the blank.

“y/n,” you said. god, did your name have to be pretty too? suna thinks he might have a heart attack.

“cupid belongs to y/n. so why don’t you say thank you and we can go get that ice cream, huh?” the young girl nodded rapidly at his words and shot up to cling onto his left arm. the dog seemed to have a similar idea as it started to tug you down the opposite way of where suna was heading.

was this it? this was all the time that he was going to get with you? it seemed so as it was getting harder and harder to ignore the tugging that came from both his sister and your little dog.

“nice meeting you,” you said with a smile and small wave.

“yeah, nice meeting you too,” he copied your actions and soon you were both on your own ways.

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he couldn’t stop thinking about you. suna knew it was silly because he got to spend all of five minutes with you, but he couldn’t help replaying those five minutes over and over again. the twins must have noticed it too as they had cut back on the teasing once they saw the far off look in his eyes during class and practice.

his blocking seemed more mechanical than ever and everyone could see it. kita tried talking with him, but he just shoved him off. his mom rubbed his back a bit more than usual. atsumu tried to pry and osamu gave him space. no one knew what was wrong and no one knew how to get him out of this slump.

the team was more worried than ever as they had a game today and sure suna was able to block just fine, but he wasn’t communicating with them and it was sure to cause a big problem sooner rather than later. getting out on the court, he fiddled with his hands a bit as atsumu and osamu tried talking to him but they just got empty hums and nods.

“hey!” a familiar voice caught his attention. from across the court next to him, you wore the same small smile and gave him the same small wave.

“y/n?” he murmured as the rest of the boys looked at each other in confusion as he made his way over towards you as you did the same to meet him halfway.

“i didn’t peg you as a volleyball boy,” you teased lightly as his cheeks flushed. “what position do you play, rin?”

his eyes went a bit wide at the name you had called him, but it made sense as that is what his sister had used and he hadn’t really introduced himself when you first met. “uh, middle blocker.” you hummed at this before poking your head out to look at the team that he was supposed to be playing against.

“their setter gets intimidated really easily and if you put enough pressure on him, you can predict his every move,” you told him, voice a bit quieter than before. he hadn't looked away from you, but was a bit shocked at what you had told him. “anyways, good luck! see you in the finals, huh?”

his brows raised at your statement, presumptuous for both his team and yours. nonetheless he nodded and replied, “yeah, good luck to you guys too.” you smiled and were off again to help with the bickering of your team that you’re sure could be heard from all over the gym.

he gets it now. the butterflies and dizziness.

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gardenerian · 4 years ago

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Here's a 5+1 prompt if you like. 5 times they couldn't sleep + 1 time they slept like babies

thank you for this prompt! i hope you like. if the second one feels familiar, it's because i plagiarized myself a little 😅 [tw for some canon angst. hypomania in #2 (7x03).]

he's only seen ian sleep once before tonight.

sometimes, after he'd tugged his shirt back on, skin still flushed in the comedown, ian would stretch out on the grass by the dugouts and let his eyes drift shut. mickey could pretend for just a moment, watching his chest heave, imagining the way it would slow as ian's breaths turned deep and even.

but mickey's only seen him sleep once. that night - the night before. and this is nothing like that.

ian had been so present, so fucking active in sleep. he snuffled and sighed, rolled from his back to his stomach, kicked the blankets away and then wrenched them back up.

svetlana doesn't sleep like ian. she burrows into the blankets, retreating into the bed to sleep in silence. she doesn’t sigh the same, her weight doesn’t settle against him the same.

tonight ian is asleep in his bed, like he sometimes lets himself imagine when the room grows quiet and dark. but it’s not what mickey wanted. ian isn’t stretched out against him, naked and sated, breathless and smiling. he’s small, quiet, still. he’s here, but it’s wrong.

if not for the faint whistle of breath, mickey would be feeling for a pulse at ian’s neck. he watches ian’s chest rise and fall, watches his bruised eyelids flicker, wonders what he’s seeing. svetlana stands in the doorway for a moment before disappearing down the hall, another ghost to linger in this broken fucking house. he’s not sure where she’ll sleep tonight; he doesn’t really care.

he wonders where ian’s been sleeping, if he’s been sleeping, and tries not to fill in the blanks himself.

mickey wants to crawl in bed beside him. he wants to feel ian’s slow breaths on the back of neck, he wants to fade into ian’s arms and finally let himself rest. but it wouldn’t be the same. it wouldn’t be like that night - the night before. ian wouldn’t turn to him, wouldn’t reach for him in sleep.

ian wouldn’t know he’s there. and mickey couldn’t bear it. so he watches, making sure the rhythm of ian’s breathing remains steady.

he’ll leave before morning comes around. he won’t be able to stand seeing ian’s eyes open and widen, then go hard when he realizes where he is. but for now, he sits as close as he dares and watches.

it’s late. the house is chattering, settling into itself as it does at night. ian listens to it creak and groan, wide eyes flitting across the room. each sound puts him further on alert.

something doesn’t feel quite right. his breath hitches at the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs. they don’t sound familiar.

his phone chimes on the bedside table, and a surge of something rushes through him. ian wants to throw it against the fucking wall. he wants to watch it bounce off and skid across the floor, wants to peer down at caleb’s message through a cracked and shattered screen.

fuck.

instead, ian gets up. he aches with the need to do something, but he’s alone with those phantom footsteps downstairs. another surge tears through him - some nameless pain. he’s missing something.

he knows how to get it.

the footsteps had come from debbie’s new nanny, who now sits at the table in the darkened kitchen. she jumps when ian flips on the light, tensing further still when he smiles at her.

she watches with cautious eyes as ian pulls eggs and bacon from the fridge. he holds up the mixing bowl in offering - you want any? she shakes her head and turns back to the baby. he'll make her a plate anyways.

because what he knows is this: this is where it all comes together. this fucking kitchen, over a mess of breakfast. this is where they hash shit out, this is where it starts to feel right again.

ian's going to make some eggs, and someone will come along to share them.

and it works. as he's whisking the yolks, lip and fiona tumble into the kitchen, teasing and sparring. ian loses himself in their energy, glad the tide in his mind has turned. this is what he wanted.

they pick at the food and each other before disappearing up the stairs. ian pauses for a moment, heart sinking as they retreat to lick their wounds. the energy crackles under his skin, and he doesn't want to be alone.

he puts more bacon on the pan. maybe debbie will come along soon.

the greyhound back home feels a lot longer than the trip down to the border. those golden hours slipped away faster than ian could commit them to memory, and he chases after them now, trying to trace mickey's face in his mind.

his fingertips still buzz with the touch of his skin.

it's dark, and the rumble of the bus has soothed most of the other passengers to sleep. ian turns up his music, trying to drown out the chanting in his mind. you did the right thing. you did the right thing. didn't you?

as the bus slides deeper into the inky night, away from the border and away from mickey, ian feels a little less sure of himself. and the uncertainty takes his breath away.

his entire recovery has been built around making the right fucking choices. and this - was this right? how could anything right still feel like this?

ian leans against the window and wars with himself as the miles pass. the sun rises with no absolution. when chicago looms ahead, his phone chirps with a message from lip.

a good thing happened today. the right fucking thing happened today. and mickey's glad. of course he's glad ian isn't wasting another second in this cramped cell. it's just -

he's so tired of saying goodbye. he's so goddamn tired of being left behind.

it's different this time, he knows that. he told ian to go. ian needed to go. and mickey has never once begrudged ian doing whatever it is he needs to do to stay healthy.

fuck, he needs ian to stay healthy this time.

before he left this morning, ian had begged him to hang in there, to trust him, to hold on just a little while longer until they could be together for the long haul.

it was easy to do - kiss ian and promise to keep his head down. but he's so fucking tired of waiting for this life to start.

mickey sits awake in his bunk that night, hours after ian was released. it's a small comfort, knowing he's out in the world missing him too. mickey doesn't want ian to hurt. it's never been about that. but to know he's not alone in his hurting tonight - it soothes some of the ache.

he knows ian will wait for him. mickey feels it in his bones, just as he did when he knew ian was lying the last time. ian will wait.

but he doesn't want ian to have to wait for anything, not anymore. not now that they've fallen asleep together, started their mornings together, bickered and fucked and laughed together every single day. not now, when he knows how good it can be, even here.

so he sits awake, new cellmate snoring above him, and comes up with a plan.

they decided not to spend the night apart. they've spent enough nights apart. they're on the edge of the rest of their fucking lives, so mickey insists they spend this night together.

the nerves settle in as ian shuts off the light. they'd spent the day going over last minute details, making sure everyone knows where to be and when.

now there's nothing left to do but get married.

it seems insane to sleep, when in sixteen hours they'll be pledging themselves to each other forever. who could sleep? mickey turns to ian, who is already looking at him, eyes bright and searching.

they laugh a little, nervous breathy sounds, and reach for each other.

after a couple rounds of enthusiastic and practically athletic sex, they collapse against the mattress, both expecting to quickly succumb to post-orgasm sleep.

but the energy remains, humming under their skin. it flows between them, buzzing where skin meets skin. altogether nervous and scared, impatient and aggressively excited.

they lay together, a tangle of shaking limbs, and wait for the hours to pass.

there's sunlight everywhere.

it's late, the sun having retreated hours ago, replaced now by the glowing moon. but ian still feels it. he's warm from the inside out.

it was the kind of day he'd always imagined for them. the sunlight still lives in his skin - a lingering gleam, and the realization that he has everything he's ever wanted.

mickey is already asleep next to him, body warm with sleep. he snuffles a little as ian sinks further under the blankets, brow crinkling when ian hooks his ankle around his. ian watches the lines on his face relax as they settle together.

he's pleasantly tired, body and mind ready for rest after a day spent running and chasing and laughing. a day spent outside, a day spent lounging and eating and touching.

and there's nothing to do tomorrow but anything they want.

as he blinks into sleep, he feels mickey's hand come to rest on his chest. ian smiles, knowing he'll wake to feel ian's heart.

#we did it kids #this was kinda tough! but the last one made me happy #bipolar tw #food tw #tumblr writing #shameless

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strawbxrryneptune · 4 years ago

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When We Fall

Warnings: Graphic sexual content including oral (Male and female receiving w 69) use of sir kink, light biting, pain kink, wing play, etc, mentions of suicide and character death, hints at cheating but it didn't happen, sacrilegious themes? I think?? You're fucking an angel so like,, that's pretty blasphemous lmao, fuckin in front of amirror, reverse cowgirl

It's gonna sound a little wonky at certain parts but bare with me, I'm bad at serious stuff.

^^Pictures do not belong to me !! I made the collage but the art is not mine^^

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Katsuki Bakugou never saw himself as worth saving. If he was dumb enough to fall behind, dumb enough to let things get too much, then it was on him.

If he was gonna be saved, it would be by himself. He didn't need anyone for anything. He told himself that for years, as a young angel in training, through his apprentice years, even now as a successful guardian.

He got this far by himself, why did he need anybody else? He didn't see that he was stuck. He couldn't move past this point without someone else. That's why Deku was the right hand man of The Highest and not Bakugou. Stupid, stupid, Deku. Bakugou was furious when the courts announced it. What did Deku have that he didn't? He was strong, he was powerful, and he got the job done. That's basically what you need to be a guardian angel, isn't it? When he had complained to the courts, all they had said was "Patience, young one." He had scoffed.

What did patience have to do with anything? He had plenty of patience. Patience was something he had to practice daily, dealing with the kinds of people he did.

He was always assigned to old people, dying out before he could even get attached. Not that attachment would be a problem. He was Bakugou Katsuki, for Christ's sake!! He didn't "get attached", especially to old farts.

That all changed once he was assigned to you.

You, with your glowing skin and beautiful eyes, pulling him in the moment he saw your case file. He used to see you when he was living, a friend of a friend. He never got to talk to you cause you were always around stupid Deku. Y'all might have been together, but he didn't care. He had to meet you, talk to you, touch you, taste you. He would visit in your dreams, talking to you and making you laugh, holding you though the bad parts he couldnt change.

When you finally worked up the gal to ask who he was, he took a deep breath and told you. He was your guardian, assigned to you until you die, there to protect you and keep bad things away. You simply laughed and told him,

"Fine, don't tell me."

He only growled down at you, huffing before disappearing into the cloudy depths of your consciousness.

You didn't see him for weeks, trying to conjure him back in your head, but to no avail. Finally, finally he showed up, but it was not in your dreams. No, he showed up at the foot of your bed, glowing a dewy gold with his wings spread out behind him, tunic wrapping lightly around his slim hips.

You gaped at him, your brain trying to process what it was seeing. He smirked down at you, stalking over to where your soft body lay, trailing thick, calloused fingers over the expanse of your exposed thighs. He lifts up the hem of your oversized tshirt slightly, quirking an eyebrow in question.

You bite your lip and spread your thighs as an invitation, making him groan and slide into the sheets with you.

He gently positions you so you're straddling his face, facing his swelling cock as it makes his tunic rise.

He kisses you through the fabric of your panties, running his tongue up and down the fabric while groaning about how wet you got for him, how much of a slut you were for lusting after an angel.

He finally rips your panties off of you after teasing for what felt like hours, immediately sucking your fat clit in his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. He grips your hips to grind you roughly against him, sucking at you and sliding thick fingers into you, making you mewl and shake above him.

As you push your hips against his pretty face, you notice how big the bulge is in front of you, looking almost painful. You moan softly at the feelings coursing through you and the sight of him so aroused from just eating you out. You bring shaky hands up to grope at his clothed cock, causing him to let out a startled sound into your pussy.

"Fuck, Princess- whaddya doin-"

You cut him off by grinding yourself further onto his mouth, unwrapping the cloth around his waist and watching his cock slap up. You salivated at the sight of it, thick with veins running along it, the head leaking copious amounts of prespend. You shiver when you feel Bakugou's tounge slide into your slit, his teeth catching on your sex and making you whimper above him.

You lean down and run your tongue along the pulsing veins littering his fat cock, ripping a raspy moan from the blonde's lips. His thighs clench in front of you with the sudden urge to fuck up into your mouth, but he resists it in favor of adding two more fingers into you, now stretching you with three and making you groan. He laps at your clit, determined to make you cum before him.

You suck at his tip, dipping into it before moving down further, rolling your tongue along the underside of his shaft as you fondle his balls, making his hips jump when you circle his taint with your fingers. He whimpers into your pussy, tongue stilling inside you as he revels in the pleasure. He's glad you can't see him, cause his eyes are rolled all the way up, drool and your slick running down his cheeks. You slide your hands up and down his thighs fondling his balls and sucking him down your throat, moaning around him when his movements pick up. Just when you think you'll make him cum, he pushes you off of his face.

You blink to yourself in confusion, before he grabs you from behind and positions you over his leaking cock, his breath fanning over your neck before he sinks his cock inside of you, simultaneously sinking his teeth into your neck to muffle his whines.

You arch your back in pleasure, locking eyes with him in the mirror at the foot of your bed that you know wasn't there before. He smirks against your neck, snapping his hips up into you as he grabs at the fat of your tits, playing with your nipple with one hand while the other brushes over your clit.

"Why don't you ask your guardian to help you cum, hm?"

You gasp out, barely able to get out a word as he bounces you on his lap, his fat tip hitting your spot with every thrust.

"Ka-Katsukiii-"

"Nu-uh, that's not my name, slut. You only get to call me Sir, yeah?"

You choke out a feeble,

"Yes sir-!"

Before going back to being a garbled mess. You reach back for stability, only to brush along soft feathers, realizing that Bakugou hadn't put his wings away. In your hazy state of mind, you slowly started to run your fingers up and down the spine of his wings, moaning breathing in his ear as your head tilts back, causing a shudder to run down Bakugou's body, all the way to the head if his dick which pulsed violently inside of you.

He flicked at your clit, growling into your neck to cum, which you did without hesitation, creaming his cock. He gritted his teeth at how tight you clenched around him, and with one look at the white ring you left around the base of his swelling cock, he came inside you, spurting endless amounts of spend. He panted hotly against you, gs tly pulling you off to go clean up, chuckling when he saw you passed out.

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The hall of the Higher Ups was always huge, but with the guilt and shame resting on his shoulders, the room seemed even bigger to Bakugou. He avoided eye contact with the Advisor, staring dead into Shitty Deku's eyes.

"Why the fuck am I here, nerd? Shouldn't I have already transferred Down There?"

Deku winces at Bakugou's language, straightening up.

"I managed to convince the Council to give you a second chance, Kaachan. This was the first time you were assigned to someone young and appealing, and it's not like there are a lot of options up here-"

"Would you shut the fuck up already? I did what I did, I don't need you picking up after me and trying to be my saviour."

Bakugou sneers, backing Deku up. He rolls his eyes when the Advisor steps forward to intervene, only for Deku to hold a hand up.

"I don't know why you're always right there. You're like some creepy stalker or sumthin'. You have everything you could fuckin' want! Why are you bothering me, especially when I'm to get your position-"

"Because I fucking care, Kaachan!"

Bakugou flinches back at the tone of Deku's voice, surprised at the curse that came out of his mouth.

"Why do you think you're even here still? I'm the one who convinces the Council to let you stay here, even with your foul mouth and crude ways. I'm the one who got you up here in the first place. They gave me a choice. Condemn you to Hell for what you did to me, or let you be here and make peace, but you make it so hard. I thought you would've changed. But I guess you just hate me that much, huh Bakugou. Hate me so much you would fuck her, after all this time."

The blonde's eyes widen, his face burning hot in anger.

"Why would you bring that shit up, it was in high school-"

"I DIED BECAUSE OF YOU."

The hall is silent, Deku's voice echoing around the walls, the words "because of you" ricocheting in Bakugou's head.

"You didn't do shit cause of me, Midoriya. You decided to do it, right?"

Deku scoffs, tears filling his eyes as he turns towards the Advisor.

"Still as blunt as ever, Bakugou. Take him away."

Bakugou turns away, spitting out an "I can do it myself" before waking out the hall, keeping his head high even as scornful Higher Ups regard him, strutting to the transporter. He gets in and pushes the button, vermillion eyes locked on piercing green ones all the way down.

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When you wake up in the morning, the bed is empty, but there's a note on your dresser from Bakugou, telling you how he's going on a little trip for a bit, but he won't forget you.

He'll never forget you.

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@boooooooooom

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#bakugo smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #fallenangel!bakugou #bucket-talks #bakugou x reader

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buckyjamess-archive · 4 years ago

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𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

chapter seventeen • a/n: thank the sudden burst of inspiration for these chapters coming out so fast. Feedback is appreciated! • wordcount: 1.5k+ • warnings: kids, parenthood, nothing more?

summary

going through rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

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F O U R M O N T H S L A T E R

"I'm running a little late today, so I won't be home in time but I asked Steve to be there to open up–" a heavy sigh "for the love of god, try to be nice buck, that's all I'm asking, okay? Also, can you let me know if you're staying for dinner so I can pick up something extra on my way back– thank you. Okay..bye, love you."

love you. Bucky never expected to keep hearing those words falling from your lips but he does– after every call, every voicemail, every goodbye and see you soon. It makes him smile yet he doesn't deserve those two words.

you had assured him that morning after that you would always love him no matter what; that he's still the father of yet another gift in your life. The best months of your life after a shit show of years prior– you'd always love Bucky even if he broke your heart in a million pieces, he seemed to be the only one to put it back together..or steve. Steve did a pretty good job of glueing shattered parts of your heart back together.

It angered bucky. Coincidentally; Steve rogers marriage came to an end not two weeks after you'd moved into your own little place with the kids and for a split second Bucky had wondered if nothing ever happened between you and Steve during the time he suspected something. But he believed you. Nothing had happened, never and though Bucky still had to get used to Steve being around more and more each day, he knew he could trust the blonde.

You seem happy with Steve and unlike you and him, things between Steve went slow, taking time. No moving in three weeks after or by each other's side everyday and you certainly didn't let the man straight into Rosie and JJ's life.

A break..of sorts and maybe he'd gotten his hopes up and believed it actually could get better with time; get back together and be that little family again but as time passed by, it became all too clear– you really didn't plan on getting with him again and Bucky couldn't even blame you.

But you still let him into your life, let him be a part of your life. A part of Rosie's life..of JJ. You let Rosie stay with him whenever she wanted to, let her stay the night or a couple of days until the girl wanted to get back home again. Got to see his son nearly everyday and have him all weekends. 'I'd never take away your kids, buck'

Invitations to stay for dinner or spend the evening or to tag along with one of your day outs– all too eager to spend all the time he could with what once was his family, even if it meant spending time with Steve.

You still took care of bucky, you still loved bucky because the man who broke your heart made you believe in love again, pulled you out of your shell after years of wanting to be alone. Took care of you during your darkest days, stayed by your side when you needed him the most. Gave Rosie a father figure she never had the opportunity to get, gave you another little soul to take care of. Bucky Barnes stole, bruised and broke your heart and till this day manages to glue it back together.

It took you a while to forgive him, you're still not sure if you actually have. With the loan you got from your new part time job at the store around the corner, you managed to get yourself a small two bedroom apartment not too far away from bucky– following most classes from your new study online and still being able to be there for your babies; if you were being honest, life was good.

The family wilson being back in your life being the icing on the cake. Sam being to eager to apologise for everything he'd said and done although 'I told you so'– first flight to Brooklyn and before you knew it the family stood in your apartment, unpacked boxes and painted rooms as if their lives depended on it; be there for you like they were after riley– family. Hailey even spent the better part of her summer in Brooklyn by your side to catch up while in all honesty, she got tired of her dad and needed some time alone.

Life was surprisingly good after everything.

"Dad?"

Snapping out of his daydream, Bucky looks up and meets the eyes of the little girl in the rear view mirror. The braid bucky had managed to braid that morning an untangled mess, hanging from her shoulder. Left overs of a chocolate cookie still visible on the corner of her mouth. Yellow shirt covered in dirt, paint and what else she'd been playing in and with at school.

Bucky hums and types a quick text to you, telling you he'd stay over for dinner "What's up?"

"Can alpine come with me sometime?" Rosie asks seriously, a hint of hope in her voice.

"I wish he could sweetheart but mom's not allowed to have any pets," Bucky chuckles "He misses mommy, right?"

"I don't know, he can't talk silly."

"Really then why does alpine talk to me every night?" Bucky quips back "he tells me how you steal the last cookies from the cookie jar."

"That was JJ– when are mommy, me and JJ coming back home, I want my own bedroom again."

Bucky clears his throat and quickly gazes to the little boy fast asleep in his carpet on the backseat and back to Rosie, Bucky swallows the lump in his throat.

You tried to explain it all but the 4 year old never seemed to be able to understand any of it; the two times Christmas, two birthdays not working.

"I don't know princess," Bucky admits "whenever mommy is ready."

which is never

Heavy footsteps echo against the grey stone walls of the short hallway, doors with small white numbers glued onto the wood– Steve isn't much taller or shorter, maybe a bit broader but nothing to be afraid of and yet bucky finds himself tiny next to the man, intimidated to say the least- black leather jacket over a simple grey shirt clung around his biceps, long legs...intimidating but with the softest facial features, christ bucky didn't have any reason to feel this way around someone You deemed important.

If anything, Steve was as awkward as him.

Twirling around the hallway, her pink and purple colored bag bouncing up and down her back and her messy braid flying through the air, Rosie stills at the sight of the men walking their way

"You're late."

"I know, kid," Steve chuckles lowly "tried to be faster."

"Well, you should be faster next time." Rosie simply states.

Steve nods his head towards bucky with a slight smile which bucky returns and without another word, Steve twirls the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door with the faint 9 on it.

Rosie storms in, nearly tripping over her own feet as she pulls her backpack off and throws it in the corner with all other shoes, bags and umbrellas.

The man nods again as Bucky pushes the stroller with JJ through the door. The familiar smell of you lingering in the air and fills his nostrils. He ignores the footsteps behind him. Bucky pushes his son further into the kitchen where he picks JJ out and sets the little man on the floor. Bucky's not even able to say another word, his son zooming off on all fours, going straight to the box filled with toys near the couch in the living room.

"I was told to hand you the keys." Bucky's eyes shoot up to Steve, your keys dangling between his thumb and index finger– Steve clears his throat.

Casually folding the stroller back before standing up straight, bucky nods and holds his hand out.

Your keys, not Steve's. Great, he's not at that base yet.

"y/n asked if you wanted to bathe the kids," Steve clears his throat once again and shifts his weight from one foot to the other "so she can start with dinner when she's back."

"Yeah, sure." Bucky mumbles almost inaudibly, calm and collected, through his stomach drops as Steve nods and strides his way to your bedroom and comes back out with a black overnight bag hanging from his shoulder; rogers printed on the fabric.

so, he's at that base already

"So, yeah– I should head back out. Work and all." Steve breathes out a laugh.

Placing both hands on his sides, Steve looks back to the living room where Rosie and JJ crawled and played around the coffee table.

"Bye rosie," Steve waves awkwardly and with no answer back, he looks back at bucky with a slight smile and nervous chuckle "kids, right."

"Yeah," Bucky deadpans, not batting an eye at the men in front of him "kids."

Bucky doesn't have the right to feel jealous, he screwed things up and not you but he still loves you with all his heart and he'll be damned if he didn't at least try to gain back your trust and maybe even woo you back in his life– Steve stands in the way of just that.

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neoloves · 4 years ago

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— 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧.

| 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 | The second part to 'Oikawa, Tsukishima and Akaashi comparing you to their ex'

Part 1 can be found here ♡

| 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji and Tsukishima Kei

| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) | swearing

| 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝.𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.6k

| 𝐚𝐭𝐡.𝐭𝐱𝐭 | I'm not even gonna front, I wanted to do the part 2 angsty, but I didn't 🧍🏻‍♀️ happy endings for everyone! ✨ damn why this so long for

(also I just realized 'how to say sorry' by middle school is the perfect song to listen to when reading this 👁️👁️)

「 Oikawa 」

Oikawa slaps himself one more time, his vision was getting blurry, his eyes searching for one person, that one person that's put up with all his bullshit and loved him thoroughly. "Fucking hell Oikawa, can you focus a little bit more?!" Iwaizumi yells at him, they lost the first set, all because Oikawa couldn't find you at the bleachers.

"Oh I'd love to, but you see Y/N-" Iwaizumi cuts him off, "Y/N didn't come today because she's still hurt you ass! Now get your head back into the game," Iwaizumi sends him one last glare. Oikawa scoffs, you were his lucky charm, whenever you were there to watch his games he was more motivated to win but without you, it's almost like it's not worth it.

Even after all of the things Oikawa said, you couldn't help but watch his games, it felt like a routine for you. The game finished with Aoba Johsai winning, the gap wasn't big but they won and that's all that matters. You quickly made your way out of the gym but someone's hand stopped you from doing so, looking up you see Iwaizumi. He was the one that ran after you instead of your boyfriend, he helped you calm down during that time, "Y/N can we.. talk?" He asked.

Looking around, you didn't see Oikawa anywhere so you agreed. Walking just outside the gym, there he stood, the moonlight was shining down on him so beautifully, fuck. "Y/N, please have a listen to what he says, he's been a wreck these days.." Iwaizumi says, offering you a gentle smile before leaving you two. "So.. what did you want to talk about? That you wanted to break up? That you found someone that's way better than me? Someon-"

"No! No one is better than you! No one can ever replace you y/n, so please listen to me. The shit I said before was because I wasn't thinking straight, it was never you, I just- I just thought that you might see the real me, pathetic little athlete and leave one day, I didn't want that to happen.. I'm sorry," Oikawa said, his chest heaving up and down, his pretty hazel eyes had tears flowing down his cheeks.

You couldn't watch Oikawa cry, all you wanted to do was wrap your arms around him and tell him that it was alright. Instead you approached him slowly, taking his hands into yours, "I forgive you Oikawa, but it'll take time for me to put in trust in you," You said, giving him the slightest smile. "T-That's do-able, I'll wait until you're ready again, and I promise to not break your heart again," And he plans to keep that promise.

「 Akaashi 」

Akaashi tells himself that he'll be a better boyfriend, he'll make it up to you. But why can't he send you a single text? Maybe call? No, he wants to apologize in person, the longer he drags this fight out the more he realizes how much of a wreck he really is without you. He starts to ask himself, 'What would y/n do?' or 'Have they eaten yet?'

The last time he's seen you was at the hallways, he's always seeked you out but you always avoided him, the calm and composed Akaashi Keiji, going crazy over you. "How do I even make her listen to me Bokuto? She won't even spare me a glance.." he muttered, Bokuto felt pity for his friend, 'Maybe this is how y/n felt when I ignored her,' he told himself.

"Just walk straight up to her, say that you want to talk and apologize, don't make excuses, say that you're sorry, wholeheartedly," Bokuto says, smiling at him. "Easier said than done," Akaashi sighs, it's the first time he's ever dealt with something like this, but for you, he'll keep trying

He found the perfect opportunity to face you when the teacher had asked Akaashi to help you with some subjects you were failing, you've skipped school for a week prior to the argument. It's been hard to catch up with all the work, so Akaashi was sent to lend you a hand. You were more than surprised when Akaashi comes up to your door step, "Uh.." You said, slamming the door onto his face, but he was quickly to catch it, leaving the door slightly opened.

"Y/N I was sent here by the teacher to help you with school.. and to apologize," He said, hesitantly, opening the door once again. You let Akaashi in, you couldn't tell but Akaashi was nervous as hell, all the words he's rehearsed were forgotten the moment he saw you. He curses himself for hurting you, "Sorry, you were forced to come here to help me," You said, keeping your gaze on the floor. "No, I should be the one apologizing,"

"It was unfair of me, ignoring you and then lashing out like that. I don't know why I did that, but I want to apologize, I never wanted to hurt you, some boyfriend I am," He said, his mind replaying the scene over and over, he can't forget the hurt look on your face. "I'm supposed to protect you, not hurt you, so.. you can decide if you still want me or not, I'll respect your decision," He said, "I– You know I still love you so much Akaashi, of course I want you back, but please, give me time.." You said, your heart feeling way lighter.

"Of course Y/N, I'll give you all the time you need, I'll be waiting," Akaashi smiles, he can wait for a lifetime, maybe even forever just to have you back in his arms.

「 Tsukishima 」

Tsukishima can't help but glance at your seat from time to time, it was empty, it's been empty for a week now. You weren't the type to skip school, but he guesses you have an excuse to not come anymore. How would Tsukishima let you know that he didn't mean all the shit he said? How would he let you know that it's always been you?

Even Yamaguchi started to make up excuses about not being able to hang out, Tsukishima fully knows that Yamaguchi would meet up with you, but he doesn't why. He guesses that it's to console you, but it's making him feel bad. Having his friend comfort you instead of him, but he can't really say much as he's the cause of this. So he'll endure it until he can't anymore, jealousy is an ugly emotion and he knows that fully well.

He's been seeing you and Yamaguchi together more often, sure it tugs at his heartstrings but what the fuck can he do? He's a coward that runs away from emotion and bottles them up until it comes around to bite his ass. That's exactly why that argument between you two happened in the first place, he's been dealing with personal issues with college and his life that he ended up bursting it out on you.

"Nothing I do is ever good enough, fuck," He curses, as he misses another ball. "Are you alright Tsukishima? You're usually not this distracted," His teammate asked, "It's nothing, just tired, let's get back to practice," He replied, not wanting to answer anymore questions. His teammate seemed to have gotten the message and left him alone, "How about we go eat out tonight? My treat," Their captain suggested, "Sorry but I think–" Tsukishima was going to decline but the captain insisted.

So now he was getting dragged to a barbecue house, what Tsukishima wasn't expecting was to see you and Yamaguchi at the same restaurant as he was in. He couldn't turn away, you looked so much happier with Yamaguchi, would it be right to let you go? Should he keep fighting? You sensed someone staring at you for a while now, but when Yamaguchi leaned towards you to whisper, "Tsukishima's here, what do you want to do?"

"Nothing, I'll be perfectly fine," You said, minutes had passed but you've grown more and more uncomfortable with the amount of staring Tsukishima's done. This is so strange even for you, Yamaguchi sensed your uncomfortability and suggested that he walks you home. "Sure, I need to get back home anyway," you answered, Tsukishima was sure as hell that he's not gonna get another chance to talk to you unless he does it now, so he takes it.

"Tsuki?" Yamaguchi said, "Can we talk Y/N.. in private?" He asked, trying not to sound as desperate as possible, you stayed quiet for a couple of seconds but ultimately deciding to hear him out. You two step out of the restaurant, the streetlight flickering above you two. The atmosphere was tense, a little bit awkward, your gaze bounced all over the place, from his trimmed bangs, to his brown long coat, then back to his eyes.

"I'll keep it short, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was inconsiderate of your feelings and how I didn't think about my words before spewing them out. I'm sorry for making you feel like you weren't enough, cause you were more than enough, and I feel like I should've shown you how much I appreciated you more.. but I couldn't, and I.. I'm sorry," He finished, his eyes unwavering, that was the Tsukishima you knew. His jaw was clenched, most likely to stop himself from crying.

You felt the sincerity from his words, that was more than what you wanted. "Thank you Tsukishima, I accept your apology, but.." Tsukishima was hooked on your words. "I'd like to be treated out for food so that I can see that you're really sorry," You said, obviously joking, but half not really. Tsukishima lets out a small chuckle, there was the y/n he knew. "Of course, pick any place and I'll pick you up tomorrow," Tsukishima said, starting tonight, he'll work hard to be the man you deserve.

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sungie · 5 years ago

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han jisung ; pier

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jisung meets you at the pier, and the two of you lean against the railing and watch the waves crash one by one onto the shore

there are a few seagulls flying overhead, and it's a little empty, but there's still a nice lull of voices that merge peacefully along with the crash of the waves and the sound of the birds

plus it smells like sea salt, a lot

jisung nudges your shoulder and faces you with the most serious expression on his face. "(y/n). we gotta do something super life or death, you ready?"

and of course you raise an eyebrow at him. “um, hell no, what the fuck jisung? maybe i’m emo, but i don’t want to die right now”

but jisung takes no wimps, and he grins, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward a line dwindling across the pier. because apparently, what jisung deems life or death is whether or not you can both try the best ice cream of your lives

jisung tells you as you’re on your way to the line that he’s been on yelp for the past hour, or so he says. and in this past hour, he’s idolized this ice cream shop as the best of the best; and he'll be damned if it doesn't live up to your expectations

as the two of you are waiting in line, jisung bounces on his feet or pokes you in the ribs, and then as a few minutes pass he gets bored and starts leaning into your side. and then, pulling a goofy smile, the two of you start playing this extravagant game of charades. you’re both laughing so much and clutching your ribs, and in this moment you feel like you have the world in your palms.

it's the level of friendship where people around you are smiling along at your antics, and one little kid behind you mentions to their mom that the two of you are really cute, and that they want to have a relationship just like that

and you and jisung both freeze and stare at each other with wide eyes

but somehow, jisung isn't quite that fazed

because he wraps an arm around your shoulders and turns to the little kid and crouches down in front of them

"the secret to a good relationship is to be good friends first," he says with a gentle smile. "and the second secret is to make sure whoever you're dating treats you well."

and then, regular jisung is back, and he springs back up with an irritating grin. “never take less than what you deserve! if they treat you wrong, you drop them like fire!"

you groan and swivel jisung back to you, whacking his arm lightly. you try to look at him sternly, unable to contain your grin. "you're so full of it"

"but it's true," jisung counters, winking at you, and then he turns back to the little kid. "hey, don't listen to them. i know what i'm talking about. how else would i have been lucky enough to have such a wonderful s/o?"

and then, jisung seems to remember that this kid has a parent, and simultaneously realizes that there’s the whole stranger danger thing. you pinpoint the exact moment jisung starts to hyperventilate

and he starts profusely apologizing to the kid’s parent who could really care less and thought his whole outburst was amusing

you're second hand embarrassed, but still reach out to grab jisung’s hand and run your thumb across his palms to help ground him

but just to be clear, you and jisung are not dating

i mean, the two of you have the most platonic relationship ever

you both text each other for hours, hold hands, have little adventures together sporadically, cuddle on the couch together because you’re just so comfortable with each other ... wait

after you start to think about it, you wonder why you're not dating

because sure, you and jisung hang out with each other like every week doing fun things like this

and sure, jisung's your favorite person, and you could talk to him for hours and still feel sad when he has to leave and do something else, but that doesn’t mean anything, right?

or does it?

now, as you and jisung are waiting for your ice cream, things feel a little different. you can’t even get his words out of your head

you can’t stop thinking about what it would be like if the two of you were actually dating

and it would kinda be like this, right? just nicer

you’re still thinking about it, even as the two of you reach the front of the line. jisung has to prod you in the shoulder twice so that you can choose your ice cream flavor

you think jisung can tell that something’s up, because as you’re both walking out the shop with your ice creams, he links his arm with yours and nudges his shoulder with yours.

“just saying,” he says, with a twinkle in his eyes, “but i would be the best boyfriend ever.”

jisung finds a spot at the pier that overlooks the water and the two of you settle with watching the sea again

“hey,” you murmur, tentatively and not really thinking about what you’re saying, “so um, what if we dated for real?”

“huh?”

“what if we were dating?”

but jisung reacts so badly

his mouth drops open, and he furrows his brows. and then, as if he’s heard what you’ve said for the first time, he freezes. “wait, you want to date me?”

“i mean, maybe. i kind of like you.”

jisung can’t talk for a moment. and then, “what?”

and matched with the stupor in his voice, his expression is also clearly his lmao pls reconsider face, paired with extra wide eyes and blown out cheeks

and honestly, you were really thinking about this seriously for a while, and you were so sure that he was dropping hints. but now? this is like immediate rejection, and it really hurts.

you weren’t expecting this, and definitely not rejection that’s so loud

you stumble backward, not able to control your reaction, and you watch as your scoop of ice cream falls off the cone

you sort of saw it happening, really. you watched it teeter and then slide right off into the water with a plop

there’s a shocked tense silence between the two of you. and when you turn to jisung, your bottom lip quivers, and you can feel the heat flushing at your face

because, fuck, you didn’t even get to try your ice cream yet. and now, jisung probably hates you, or thinks you’re stupid, and --

“oh no, shit. baby, don’t cry”

what’s happening

because jisung has the most concerned expression in his eyes, and he’s leaning forward with his hands cradling your face, his thumbs brushing at your cheeks

“aish, don’t be sad, (y/n)”

and then, when you don’t move away, still gazing at you with wide eyes, he places a soft, impulsive kiss to your lips. when he pulls back, regarding you with the same gentle concern, and adoration?? he says, “i’ll buy you a new one, promise --”

you’re going into overdrive

“jisung, WHAT THE FUCK”

jisung’s eyes get even wider, if humanly possible, and he stares at you in confusion. “huh?”

“why’d you kiss me?”

now it’s jisung’s turn to tilt his head, even more confused. “you said you wanted to date me? and that you like me? and, i like you, too?”

and then realization washes across his face. “shit, i just kissed you.” and jisung literally self-destructs. “i’m so, so sorry i didn’t mean to, i shouldn’t have done that, god, i’m a terrible friend, i’ll buy you three ice creams and you don’t have to be friends with me anymore, shit i forgot about consent, i should’ve asked you first, you can kill me if you want --”

oh my god

han jisung biggest idiot in the world

“jisung,” you say firmly, “i’m going to kiss you. is that okay?”

jisung pauses mid-rant and stares at you with wide eyes, and then he nods

and when you kiss him, you can feel him the grin that spreads across his lips

and then the mf starts laughing

you pout at him because oh my god, if you didn’t react like that earlier, i wouldn’t have dropped my ice cream :((

you pretend to be mad at jisung for 0.5 seconds, and then you fall into his arms with a whispered, “i’m going to kill you”

“noo, baby, don’t kill me, just kiss me instead please”

- -

continue on your journey?

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border-spam · 5 years ago

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Leech Lord - HC dump

Been a while!

Siren wings aren't physical -mostly-, they have no heft or real weight to them and aren't "real" objects that exist within the same space as their owners. The wings are more manifestations of power, the visualisation of the Siren's concentrated energy. They don't fly with them, they aren't actually doing anything generally, any movement a Siren performs while their wings are visible is due to expending their power - hovering, levitating etc, it's not the wings displacing air.

To the touch they'd feel like... the warm static on front of an old TV screen, a tingling buzz of resistance you can pass through but feel like you shouldn't. They feel very off, other, it would be hard to experience one brush through your body and not carry some kind of creeping dread for a few hours after that part of it was still inside your chest cavity somewhere.

The forms they take on aren't related to their Siren Powers at all, the great sources don't care or even know when their powers are being used by a host, they aren't making decisions over things as removed from their sphere of concern as fucking wings, Siren wings are extensions of self. They represent how that Siren see's who they really are, in one way or another.

Amara hardens hers into solid fists, powerful muscle shaped into a protective cage or battering onslaught. They flex and posture in a display of raw physical power behind her back.

Lilith's burn everything she touches, friends, enemies, they destroy and warp reality around them. They don't belong anywhere, and they do more harm than good.

Troy's twitchy, skeletal right wing that's stunted and bent in on itself isn't related to his body damage at all... it's how he sees his form. The vile eyes rolling in their sockets and glaring hatred at everything around him that bulge from the pinions of his left aren't being created by The Leech, it's his extension of self, how he understands and translates its power, how he experiences it. He doesn’t know this though, and it's one of the reasons he's disgusted by his wings.

Tyreen is wretchedly proud of her own, the horrific tentacles of energy that rip through her back, but she doesn't understand those aren't the same as other Sirens. Those aren't wings at all, it's The Leech physically manifesting, not a symbol of her own power and control.

If she ever did leech Troy in LL hers would be the stunted, barely visible purple static ones from canon, because Tyreen has barely any sense of self left. There is so little of who she actually is, that her psyche forms... nothing. Sad, pathetic silhouettes that pale in comparison to the memory of her brother's breathtaking wingspan.

The twins don't like leaving Pandora in general, Troy seeing it as a nuisance, and Tyreen not dealing well with traveling on what she considers "cramped" transport vessels. There is also a major element of danger, cosmic space witches don't hold as much weight when the skirmish is outside a planet's atmosphere, and a hull breach doesn't care if you've got magic powers.

Her claustrophobia and issues with feeling caged are one of the reasons Ty leaves so much of the cult's off world business and faction schmoozing to Troy, he's far more comfortable warping in Sanctum with a small escort fleet than she would be knowing she can't leave her ship for 24 hours.

They won't make trips longer than a short jump to a border planet in anything smaller than their flagship, the danger of being swarmed by an ambush is a tad too real, and the COV's main transport is a -massive- cruiser class warship kept in orbit around Pandora. It doesn't have a name, it doesn't need one. Its city dwarfing silhouette of jutting spires and eye burning floodlights that beam from the building sized sockets of skulls scrapped together from the wreckage of enemy ships do more than enough to announce who's vessel this is.

It can transport an army comfortably, and while devoid of Psychos, is filled with rotating shifts of Bandit and engineering crew. It's iconic visuals are due to tireless work of acolytes and pious worshippers who cover the surface while it's resting in orbit, painting neon COV iconography in teams that can take days to finish a single building sized piece, welding spines, blades, screaming rusted skulls and fluorescent light tubes across the massive breadth of its hull.

The thing is a fucking monster in the dark of space, and if it's ripping through a planet's atmosphere alongside thousands of escort gunships decorated in its honor, the surface inhabitants know exactly who has come to claim their fealty.

The lower crewpeople call it "Vae Victus" with some mix of adoration and fear, Troy doesn't like that. Doesn't think things like his warship should have a name, it's beautiful as it is - free and nightmarish, it doesn't need to be described as anything other than the ship.

Tyreen doesn't feel physical attraction to people anymore, and hasn't really realised this. Shes not asexual, the feeling just isn't there, another symptom of The Leech consuming her piece by piece. She gets fiercely, painfully envious of Troy's "time" with willing followers, of the way he doesn't even really react to eager touches along his skin as he lounges sprawled across his throne while they sit in boredom and listen to whatever bullshit the queues forming all the way out of the Cathedral have come to confess, but it's how used to it he is that irks her. How much he takes for granted something she can't have. Tyreen doesn't like not being able to have things. There's a reminder there that she doesn't have the real control she seeks so desperately.

She has extreme issues with feeling trapped in every way, physical, in her environment, in her decision making etc, it's one of the reasons she can't stand being told she's wrong, or that she has to do something, and it all stems from The Leech rather than her.

Troy heals much faster than anyone would expect from someone with so many complex physical issues. He doesn't spend any time thinking about this and genuinely doesn't notice it's a factor, but the man has very few scars. A severe injury that would leave a horrific gash on someone else just seals for him, always has. He pulled a bayonet out of his abdomen just before he crushed that heretic's head in his maw's reveal, and didn't even react. Within a couple of weeks that was just another slight silvery line across the warmth of his ochre skin, and it wouldn't take much longer till it vanished entirely.

It's likely one of the little reasons he's so uncomfortable about the paper thin coverage of the major scarring on his empty right that never healed, it's such a horrible clash against his otherwise unmarred skin to look at, and Troy finds himself often letting his eyes rest absentmindedly on other people's scars, subconsciously comparing against his own, trying to understand if he's as abnormal visually as he believes.

He has a few, scratch marks across his knees from falling a lot as a kid, the indent cuts along the sides of his spine for his rig attachments, but they aren't that noticeable. His throat scars later, they don't heal great. They show for, well, forever, and it takes him a couple of decades to realise that's how it had always worked, that he chose what to keep and what to let heal all along.

He still.. falls a lot as an adult. He stumbles, he has severe moments of weakness that can make him trip to the side and rock down to his knees before he manages to get a hand under himself, and it’s never his right even though he usually falls to that side. He always tries to steady himself with his left, even after years.

For all her bullshittery about being well traveled and street-smart and blah blah blah, Seifa can be shockingly innocent at times with things she's not much experience of. Ven taking her to a track race? Wow. Where do they sit? How do you know when it starts. What happens if that shit goes on fire? Oh VEN that shit IS ON FIRE!! Is it meant to be? Oh whoah. OHHHH.

She's grabby, she's a super tactile person who tries to not touch too much and respect people's boundaries but if she's excited or scared or can see a close friend is hurting, she tends to give in. She'd be hanging off his arm, bouncing in her seat and screaming as the racers roared by, and she'll go back home and talk to JK about it like she's some kind of expert who's been attending them years.

When they do -eventually- stop doing a terrible job of pretending things haven't shifted for them to their friends, her playful nastiness towards Troy only increases. The sparkle in her eye does too though, and you'd have to not know either of them to think it wasn't intensely affectionate. Yeah she rips into him right in front of a chuckling Eli or JK, but he knows the things she whispers tenderly against his throat as she's falling asleep. He knows what it's like to wake up with her fingers loosely entwined in his, knowing she'd taken his hand in the night. He knows how gentle and soft she actually is, so he'll let her make the little digs. It's a good deal, and he's spent enough time around the little shit to know how to spot those.

(Genuinely awful job of hiding things. Ven pointing accusingly at the Troy sized mound and messy black hair desperately trying to hide itself under her duvet she's accidentally let him catch a glimpse of as she INSISTS everything's fine and she just needs five minutes to get her makeup on hey why doesn't he turn on the TV she'll just be a sec yeah she just has to close the bedroom door no don't worry about it pal yeah bye back in a minute etc)

Troy wears his prosthetic so much in public and has had to practice gestures with it so many times, that very rarely he tries to perform a learned gesture while not wearing it and shit goes to hell.

A huffy God King mid argument trying to cross his arms and just... going nowhere with the left as it swings towards the empty bracer, then pretending he did it on purpose while progressively getting redder and closer to a tantrum as the friend he's talking to desperately tries not to laugh.

It's almost all gestures it happens with, his regular movements and functionality are from a lifetime of not having the prosthetic so he's not going to run into any trouble there. He doesn't reach for things with an empty bracer because he automatically always uses his left, but the things he had to learn since Pandora and practice daily so he could look like he was a natural with it?

Those pop into his movements sometimes when he's only in the bracer and are usually a combination of frustrating and very funny.

Things like his physical threat, that's not something that was part of his life before the God King, how to hold himself and twist the massive arm forward while letting the shoulder blades spread for the viewers are things he had to practice and learn. If he's angry and not wearing it he'll sometimes shift into trying to perform the same actions and just looking confused for a second as his side shakes before he blushes and storms away.

If he's sitting lost in a story Ven is telling and starts absent mindedly playing with what's in his hand, he'll sometimes toss it to catch with the right, something he purposefully does in the background of streams to display finesse and strength subtly... cept in Sanctum that means just yeeting the fucking beer can sideways across the room and everyone stopping conversation for a second while he blanches.

Smarmy, stoned Troy getting into a insults chicken match with JK or Sei, grinning ear to ear and flashing a practiced cocky grin before leaning to rest arrogantly against a door frame and just falling into the wall.

It only happens when he's repeating something he's practiced for a persona, so it's a lot less hurtful than it could be for his esteem, but it's still embarrassing and he usually launches straight into being a huffy little asshole directly afterwards ( even if the genuine laughter feels nice in a way)

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