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lokis-army-77 · 2 months

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Ravishing

mondern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Your boyfriend catches you making lunch but food isn't what he wants to devour.

Warning: 18 +. p in v, unprotected sex, kinda dom eddie, slight piss kink (its 4 v small paragraphs, some dialogue, and highlighted in red for those who want to skip).

Thank you to my beta readers <3 and Mariah for helping with the header.

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The late morning sun cast a warm bright haze around the open-concept kitchen and living room. The blinds had been pulled back to let the natural light illuminate what you were doing.

You shuffled around the kitchen quietly, gathering all the things needed to make a bowl of ramen. In contrast to the warm light, the air was cool. The breeze from the vent just beside the oven had goosebumps appearing over your legs, given you were only dressed in a simple white thong and your boyfriend's rather worn Iron Maiden t-shirt.

He was still sound asleep, laid out like a starfish, soft snores coming from his parted lips. It had taken everything in you to leave the comfort of the warm bed and his embrace but once your stomach began to growl, you forced yourself to pry your sore body from the bed.

The night before had been eventful, to say the least. Your boyfriend had ravished you. Worshiped your body in the way that only he could. His tongue, fingers, and his cock were dedicated to your pleasure, leaving you a weak, worn-out mess atop the mattress. You went round after round, not stopping until well after the sun started to rise.

As you reminisced on all the ways he had made you cum, you hadn't noticed the sounds of footsteps heavy with sleep nearing you.

Arms wrapped around your middle as you placed the pot of water on the eye. You leaned into the embrace, humming contently.

"Good morning." You smile.

"Morning." He mumbles into your neck. "I'm starving."

"I'll be done with food in a bit." You reply, tearing open the seasoning packet.

He groans into your skin, fingers lifting the hem of your shirt up and over your breasts. "Not what I'm hungry for." He all but purs. His hands move to push your panties down and then grab your hips, rutting his cock against your ass. You hadn’t noticed he was completely bare.

"Eddie-" you gasp as his fully hard cock pushes into your entrance. Your body shivers at the sensation, still sensitive from your last tussle only a few hours ago.

You hang your head low as he begins to rut into you, moving his hips at a pace you think should be all too fast for someone who has just woken up.

Pouring the contents of the seasoning packet into the water, you took the trash to the counter before bracing yourself against it. "Oh fuck. Feels so- ah! Feels so good." You groan.

Eddie grunts as he leaves wet, sloppy kisses along your shoulders and up the column of your neck. His teeth nip and bite at the delicate skin, marking you, claiming you as his own.

He jackhammers into you, the roughness forcing your legs to widen and your knees to weaken. Strong hands keep you from falling.

You're moved away from the oven, your front pushed over the butcher block counters. The wood is cold and you let out a squeal when your aching nipples make contact.

The strong thrusts have your body rocking against the countertop. Your hands are thrown out in front of you, pushing against the wall to keep you from being fucked into it.

You can barely get a noise out with the way Eddie is relentlessly using your sopping cunt.

"Taking me so well, Princess. Pussy made just for me, hum?"

You nod enthusiastically. "S'just for you," your words slur. "Oh-! Oh, Eddie!" Your lungs gain a burst of air as the tip of Eddie’s cock slides past the spot inside you that he always, so masterfully, finds.

He hikes one of your legs up, opening you further to him. The new angle pushes his length further into you. He's directly hitting that spot now, over and over and over again. It has you lost for words, a bundle of whimpers and nerves so tight you think you might explode.

It's all building up and you can do nothing to stop it but moan out against the wooden counter.

"Eddie- Eddie please I can't. Fuck-" your voice wobbles. "I think I'm gonna‐"

He buries himself deeper. "Gonna cum pretty girl?"

You shake your head. No, this is different, more urgent.

Your breathing is heavy as you reply. "No. Ah- I think, fuck, I think I'm gonna pee. You have to stop, Eddie, you have to."

He did not stop. The thrusts only kept coming, stroke after stroke he hit that special place but that was not the only place you felt the length of his cock. Your bladder stung with the fast and pressing need to relieve itself. The thought of letting go right here in the kitchen had you flushing, your body hot, and your face as red as could be.

"Hold it," Eddie commanded.

Your legs shook with the pleasure and pain

"I can't"

"Yes, you can. Hold it, sweetheart."

"Can't-" you heave. It was taking everything in you to do as he said, to hold it back. "Can't -", You let out a defeated whimper as you felt warmth begin to trickle down your leg.

It didn't take more than a second for that trickle to turn into a gush. You felt dirty as the piss pooled below you. Your body flushed with embarrassment, tears welled in your eyes.

Eddie tutted behind you, "Aww, was it too much for you?" The condescending tone of his voice made the heat in your body explode.

You answered him with a weak mewl, "Uh-huh."

"What was that? I couldn't hear you, baby. Did I make you dumb?"

All the while, his hips never stopped pistoning into you. Sloppy wet sounds were a constant ambiance in the room.

Now, a more familiar tug begins inside of you, one you knew all too well. A tugging that Eddie had learned, over years, when and how to pull to bring you the most pleasure. He expertly knew how to yank on that string in your abdomen until you fell over the edge.

Your cunt squeezed him, contracting around his stiff cock like a vice. He chucked before leaning down and licking a thick, wet stripe up the plane of your back, causing a shiver to rake through you.

"I can feel how close you are. So warm and wet, gonna fill you with my fuckin cum." He whispers in your ear.

"Please."

His lips pull into a smirk against your skin. "You'd like that, wouldn’t you? Want all the cum I can give you, huh? Wanna be a pretty little cum baby for me?"

"Yes, yes Eddie, yes." Your eyes are almost rolling into the back of your head as your release inches closer and closer.

"Say it. Say what you want." The command is rough, a drastic change from the patronizing softness he had before.

With your body shaking, nerves prickling as you try and stave off your fall, you let out a shriek. "Wanna cum! Please-oh fuck- let me cum!" Your hand's fist so tight, your knuckles turn white.

You barely hear Eddie give you permission before you're coming undone around him.

You swear there was a bright flash of light before your closed eyes as you shook. Was it heaven? Was it God? You had no idea but you swear with everything in you that this was the most intense orgasm you've ever had.

Eddie's brutal pace finally dissipates into longer, more slow, and steady strokes as he comes down from his own high.

"Fuck." The groan he lets out rumbles his chest, you can feel the vibrations on your back.

You just want to lean there forever. Have Eddie pressed up against you in the warm light of the day, not a worry in the world. Exhausted, your eyes begin to close and your bones become liquid. It's relaxing, resting in the aftermath of something so big. That is until you hear an all too familiar sizzle of water boiling over and hitting the hot eye of the stove.

Your heart beats faster for a whole other reason now as you push Eddie off you and turn to take the pot of water off the stove, thankful there wasn't anything that could have burnt or overcooked inside.

"I love you," Eddie voices. "I fuckin love you."

Turning on your heel, you look at him. His sharp edges seem soft and you can't help but smile.

"Love you more." You challenge.

He steps forward, taking you in his arms and placing a sloppy kiss on your lips, leaving you with a big smack. "Love you most." Another kiss. And another. And another, until you're giggling so much you have to shove him gently away from you.

"Let's get this mess cleaned up and maybe we can make something to eat." You pause, Eddie opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he can, pointing a finger at him. "And don't say it's not what you're hungry for, I'm not having sex with you again until you have an actual meal."

He lifts his hands in defense. "Hey, not my fault you always look so... ravishing."

"Uh-huh, alright smooth talker. Let's get cleaned up."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #female reader

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f1goat · 10 months

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the race winner x lando norris + part 2

in which you see your ex best friend again after he cut of contact between you two.

not proof read - PART ONE

sunday evening

“It’s insane how much I’ve missed you,” Lando tells you for the millionth time. Since he has ben cleared from the medical center, he has been by your side. He skipped all the media duties, just to be with you. You told him multiple times that you could wait, but he didn’t let you wait. It took him only a few minutes to get you inside of his rental car to get to his hotel together.

“I’ve missed you too,” you tell Lando again.

Lando smiles at you. You know he still needs to explain everything, but you are just glad that he’s back at your side. Together you’re sitting in his hotel room. Lando pulls you a bit closer to himself, draping his arm around your shoulders. You enjoy his movement but you know that you still need to talk to him before you can fully close this weird chapter.

After Lando told you he needed space from you, you were heartbroken. The first days you didn’t come out of bed. You were a complete mess. You tried contacting him for an explanation, but you were quick to find out that Lando blocked you on everything. Max helped you a lot, he kept telling you that there was probably a logical reason behind it. But you didn’t knew. You doubted yourself. It didn’t help that you are also in love with Lando. You have been forever. You even thought that he maybe found out and that that was the reason. But Max made sure you dropped that thought.

Now while finally sitting next to Lando again, you can’t help yourself and feel a few tears roll over your cheeks. It’s insane. You thought things would always be unsolved. Now you know where it came from. It wasn’t your fault.

“Come here,” Lando tells you softly. He pulls you even closer to himself. You let your body fall against Lando. You lean on his chest while he swipes away a couple of your tears. It’s no use, new ones are forming quickly.

“I’m so sorry,” Lando says, “so so so sorry.” You hear his voice crack a bit. When you look up at him, you notice that Lando is crying as well. The sight of him this sad, makes you cry even harder. You can’t stop yourself from sobbing loudly. Tears are streaming down your cheeks. Lando pulls you even closer towards him. He hugs you tightly. You barely hear him, but you swear that he’s still apologizing. “So sorry,” you hear him muttering.

“Why me?” You doubt if Lando hears you correctly. When you want to repeat your question, Lando is already looking up at you. You conclude that he did hear you, but he needs some time for his answer. You know you’ve asked Lando the same question before, but this time you won’t walk away without an answer.

Lando sobs a bit as well. He tries to make something clear, but the words are coming out as nothings. You wait for him to relax. Slowly you caress his back.

“It was Zak,” Lando then tells you. “But I shouldn’t have listened to him. I never listened, but that day.. It was so fucking bad.”

You wait for Lando to continue.

“Zak always tells me I’m not focused enough,” Lando explains. He talks a bit slower to help himself with the control over his own voice. “He thought it was you,” Lando continues. “He always talked about you being a distraction, but I didn’t do anything about it.”

You don’t understand Zak. Why would you be more of a distraction then his other friends?

“I always told him you were not,” Lando tells you, “but he didn’t really believe me. I guess he has his reasons, since he had some valid points sometimes. But still. He told me to cut ties with you for a while, so I could regain my focus on racing.”

“Valid points?” You ask surprised.

“Every weekend you weren’t around..” Lando starts doubtingly, he wants to explain himself as good as he can but he isn’t sure if he wants to confess his feelings to you. Yet. He just got you back, what if he will lose you again when he tells you? “Uh, I was in a really bad mood,” he continues, “and I was always busy with planning time with you. Texting you, thinking about when I saw you again or FaceTiming.”

“Oh.. I didn’t realize that,” you respond, “I never noticed..”

“It’s not your fault. I did all that,” Lando quickly speaks up.

“Maybe we can work on it?” You suggest.

“Yeah, we will see,” Lando shrugs, “I want as much contact with you as possible.”

“But why did you cut all contact?” You ask further, “What happened that day?”

Lando stays quiet for a bit. He thinks about all the possible answers. Can he tell you everything? He thinks about his own feelings that day. He was busy with the disappointing result, but he was also thinking about you all the time. Zak told him before the race and after the race that he should regain his focus or he would never win a race. The only way to regain his focus according to Zak was cutting of the contact with you.

“It was bad,” Lando sighs. “Zak visited me before the race. He told me I could never be a race winner if I didn’t regain my focus. According to him it was all you. It wasn’t new that he said things like that, but he kept repeating himself.” Lando takes a deep breath. “Then you came to my drivers room. Zak his words were still in my head and that race was so awful. I just lost my ability to think straight. I could only think about winning a race someday.”

He takes another short break again.

“If I think back at it, I don’t even know what I told you anymore and how I said it. I know this isn’t a solid reason, I shouldn’t have taken Zak his words this serious, but I was so hurt after the race. I didn’t think straight.”

“Relax Lan,” you tell him, “I forgive you.”

You don’t know when you made the decision to forgive Lando this fast, but you don’t feel any regret when you tell him those words. Lando is quick to look up at you, focusing his gaze on you. You feel the well known fluttering in your stomach when he looks at you like that. Fuck. Maybe you should talk to him about that as well?

“Are you serious?” Lando asks you.

You nod. You open up your arms again to hug him.

“As if I can life without you any longer,” you tell him. It’s a bit jokingly, but you’re also honest. Last months were a mess, you can’t function properly without Lando.

“Let’s go to bed,” Lando tells you after a while.

“To bed?” You ask him surprised, “My bed is in a different hotel.”

“Aren’t you staying?” Lando asks, “We always sleep together at race weekends.”

You smile, “Let’s go to bed then.”

thursday - silverstone

“So you weren’t kidding,” Zak remarks, “She’s back.”

“And she stays,” Lando comments harshly.

“I can take her paddock pass away,” Zak goes on.

“I can stop racing for McLaren,” Lando responds without even thinking about it.

“You can’t, you have a contract till 2025,” Zak throws back.

“Say one more bad thing about her and you’ll find out how quick I can leave.”

“As if you would. That could mean the end of your career.”

“Zak, I swear to god don’t push me. She’s here. She will be here every race that she wants to be here and you won’t do shit about that.”

After saying those words Lando walks away from his team boss. He is quick to find you in the paddock. Before he shows you that he’s here, he takes a bit of time to look at you. It’s unfair how beautiful you look. He can’t help himself. Every time he sees you, he’s reminded of the fact he still needs to tell you about his feelings. Maybe he dares this weekend.

“Hey baby,” he greets you while sliding an arm around your shoulders. Together you walk in the paddock. Lando is on his way to the media pannel, after missing it last week, and he will take you with him gladly.

Everything between Lando and you is back at how it was. Sometimes when you think about it, it already feels like you’re in a relationship with each other. You share beds. He’s always giving you cute pet names, like baby or babygirl. The two of you spend all your free time together. it’s not your end goal, but you’re glad with everything you already have.

Together the two of you walk towards the media pannel. You always enjoy watching the interviews.

+++

“So Lando, after your crash from last week we didn’t saw you in the media pannel? Did you have to stay the night after crashing?”

You already expected a lot of questions for Lando since he missed them last week. You’re curious about his reasons. What will he tell them?

“No, I was cleared pretty quick,” Lando tells the interviewer, “but I had some things to do after which were more important.”

“What things?”

You can’t say you’re surprised by the question.

“I just crashed, I had some realizations after. Those things I needed to do, I won’t tell you more about it.”

“What caused your crash?”

“I wasn’t focused,” Lando tells honestly, “So I made a mistake.”

“We saw Y/N in the paddock this morning again after missing her for some months, what happened between you two?”

You gasp. Since when are reporters asking questions like this? This is way too personal. You notice that Lando doesn’t even flinch because of the rude question.

“That’s the more important thing I needed to do. I think you can ask Zak more questions about that later. Maybe we should get back to talking about the upcoming race?” Lando responds.

“One more question for you Lando,” the same reporter speaks up, “Are you dating with Y/N? Do we have a new wag?”

“I don’t think that’s a question about racing,” Lando jokes, “but we’re still really close, just like before.”

You notice the way Lando doesn’t answer the question. Just like he did before. He never says that he is single or taken. He always says that he’s close with you, nothing more or less.

saturday - silverstone

“Oh my god Lan!” You can’t help yourself and scream those words out. “That was amazing!”

Lando pulls you close to himself. He hugs you tightly. He has never gotten quicker out of his car to run towards you. He’s more then happy with himself. Tomorrow he can start from the front row. He almost got the pole position as well. That would have been amazing as well, but still p2 is already amazing.

Lando almost kisses you. When he looks in your eyes and sees the proud look you’re carrying he can barely stop himself from kissing you. Fuck. This is getting out of hand. He needs to tell you soon. He hides his face in your neck.

“You did so well,” you continue, “fucking second place. That’s amazing.”

Lando smiles at your words. He missed this. He missed you. The best part of getting out of the car is always having you there for him. If the race went bad, you always try to comfort him and if it went well you’re here to celebrate with him.

“I’m so proud of you.”

+++

“Congratulations Lando!” The presentator greets him enthusiastic, “That’s an amazing result. How did you experience it?”

“The car was flying,” Lando exclaims happily, “Everything went well. I hope we can keep this up tomorrow and finish somewhere on the podium.”

“So you found back your focus after last week?”

“Yeah,” Lando confesses with a small smile, “I’m fully focused on getting the best results.”

“What changed with last week? Are it the upgrades on the car?”

“Of course we did some major upgrades which really pays off,” Lando says, “but it’s also my own mentality.”

“And what upgrades did that get?”

“My good luck charm got back.”

sunday - silverstone

“So when are you telling her?”

“Telling her what?”

“Don’t act stupid Lando,” Max says, “We both know I’m asking you when you’re going to confess your feelings.”

Lando sighs. “I don’t know,” he says, “I don’t want to cause other drama between us. I just got her back.”

“I don’t think it will end that badly,” Max reacts, “Just tell her mate, I think you’ll be relieved by the end of it.”

+++

The race is getting close to ending. Your heart is beating faster then ever before in your chest. Lando is trying to hold back Lewis Hamilton. Lando his tires are worser. You can only hope for the best. Every move they make you’re gasping. You’re watching from the McLaren garage, you keep on hoping that you will move to the podium in a few laps. You can’t wait to see Lando on the podium again.

“I think we need to talk.”

You almost jump up when you hear those words. You don’t have to look up to know who’s talking to you, but you still do. Of course it’s Zak himself.

“I think so too.”

You decide to keep yourself together. You don’t have to scream at Zak for everything he ruined. You just need to stay calm.

“You’re a distraction for him,” Zak tells you.

You watch how Lewis almost passes Lando. It’s a close one. Lando barely stays in front of him.

“I don’t want you holding him back. I can’t imagine that you’ll want that yourself? Lando is world champion material, but he can’t have distractions around him. He needs to focus on racing,” Zak continues.

You don’t look away from the screen. Lewis is making himself ready to try again. Fuck. You’re praying for Lando to stay in front of him.

“So, what do we need to do to make sure you won’t distract him anymore?” Zak asks you.

“Are you asking me how much money you need to give me for leaving Lando alone?” You ask back. You don’t know if you understood, but according to you it seemed like that was what the man asked you.

“Yes. Or do you want anything else?”

“I want you to fuck off.”

“Oh come on, everyone can be bought.”

You let out an annoyed sigh. Who does this man think he is?

“Listen Zak, I’m not leaving. This trick isn’t working. I’m here for Lando and when he will chose a team that will build him an actual car from day one, I’ll be there for him. If he choses to keep driving for you for the rest of his life, I’ll be here too. I love him.”

“You distract him.”

“Please stop whining in my ear,” Lando’s radio message is coming in quite loudly. “Can’t you get y/n in here?”

“You want y/n?” His engineer asks.

“Yeah. I need to focus. Let her talk to me.”

You laugh right in front of Zak his face while walking towards to board radio. “Such a distraction,” you tell Zak, “but who does he need to focus? Oh me, the distraction.”

“Y/n,” Lando his voice is even harder now you’re wearing the headphones.

“Hi Lan,” you react, “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t care. Please just talk to me.”

“I think you can hold him off,” you tell Lando.

“You think I can hold off a seven time world champion with these tires? Did you notice he’s on softs?” Lando asks you sarcastic.

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Didn’t I?”

You hear Lando laugh in your ear.

“Come on Lan, just keep fighting. You’re doing great! He can’t push all the way to the finish like this. Just focus.”

“You think I can do this?”

“I know you can.”

You fall silent for a bit while watching Lando block Lewis again. You don’t want to distract him, but you don’t know what to do. What does he want? Do you need to keep talking?

“Keep talking,” Lando begs you.

“Okay,” you say softly. “I can gossip for a bit. You know this girl from my work, yeah? She and that terrible boyfriend finally broke up!”

You keep on talking about silly things that happened to you and your surroundings for a bit. Lando keeps fighting Lewis and he is still driving in front of him.

“I think he’s given up Lan, he doesn’t have DRS anymore.”

“Let’s go out for dinner after the race,” Lando says after a while. He’s almost done. Two more laps to go.

“I think you’ll be busy with celebrating your podium,” you react grinning.

“We’re going out for dinner.”

“Okay,” you reply this time.

“It’s a date.”

A date? What did just happen?

+++

Lando can’t describe everything he’s feeling at the moment. He notices Max standing close to him while he’s still sitting in the McLaren. He can’t believe it actually happened. He finally got a podium this season. It feels insane. First he got you back and now a podium. Finally everything feels right again. He gets out of his car. His only thoughts are going to you. The way you helped him with talking about nonsense over his radio. He never felt this focused before. He fought off Hamilton. That’s amazing. And it’s even more amazing because of the tire disadvantage he had. He walks - or better say runs - towards his team, but he searches for you. Are you also here? Different team members pat his back, his helmet and everything else.

Then he spots you.

Lando walks away from his team members after telling him multiple thanks again. He smiles. Quickly he pulls off his helmet. In the mean time he walks closer to you.

You. The one who’s wearing a piece of his newest merchandise, even though you find the color hideous. He feels proud. He can’t stop thinking about the way you helped him and the way you’re looking at him right now. It feels amazing.

Before Lando knows it, he’s standing in front of you.

“I’m so proud of you!”

The words mean everything to him. He wants to say thanks, but somehow his words get twisted up inside his brain and on his tongue.

“I love you.”

Fuck. Did he really just say that?

Before he can progress what he just did and how he ruined everything again, you’re talking to him.

“Then kiss me.”

Lando has never put his lips faster on someone then now. He pulls you as close as himself as he can manage. Stupid fences in between. Your soft lips are bringing him in some sort of trance. How can everything feel so right with you? He has kissed people before, but it was never like this. This is something else. Something completely new. This is how it must feel when you kiss someone you actually love.

When you pull back Lando his trance ends slowly. He’s still processing everything that just happened. Did you actually tell him to kiss you? What if he heard wrong. He’s almost about to apologize, but you’re speaking again.

“I love you too by the way,” you tell him with a small smile plastered on your face.

Lando lets out a relieved sigh.

This is the best day ever.

“But I think you need to get your trophy now,” you tell him with the same cute smile.

Lando doesn’t know what to say. He turns around to go on with everything that comes with a podium. He turns back one more time and looks at you.

“I love you,” he says again.

You show him another smile and blow him a kiss.

Best day ever, he thinks again.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fanfiction #ln4 #formula one #f1 #lando norris imagines

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callsign-rogueone · 2 months

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intimacy alphabet - a.g.

Aaric Graycastle x gn!reader

The A to Z’s of sleeping with Aaric. (anybody remember this template from back in the day? if you do, it’s time to open a retirement account.)

words: 1.4k

🏷: NSFW. no real plot spoilers, just some stuff about Aaric, so if you haven’t met him yet, maybe skip this one and come back later lol. anyway, this is just a bunch of sexy headcanons about our sweet prince. mentions of penetrative sex, oral, and fingering, (all reader receiving) but I made it gender neutral.

I did this for research and development for his upcoming girlfriendverse fic (which I am writing completely out of order, of course), but I figured I’d give it to y’all as an apology / peace offering because I haven’t been feeding you much lately. enjoy! :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ever the gentleman; cleans you both up and makes sure that you’re okay, gives you soft praise. very nice to cuddle with; he’s content to let you use him like a body pillow and just wrap yourself around him and fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes his own build; he’s tall (as tall as Xaden, I believe) and pretty well-muscled from all of his intense training over the years. he likes the softer parts of you that he can press his fingers into, likes the feeling of your bare skin under his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

standard stuff. will cum where you tell him to, no strong feelings about it. he’s a very clean guy, so he’ll wipe it up quickly after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

thinking about his biggest secret of all… if you happen to let out a soft “oh, fuck, Cam,” when he’s buried deep inside you, he might stop being so gentle. but a truly dirty secret? hm… I’ll have to get back to you on that one.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

look me in the eye and tell me that the rebellious youngest prince of the Navarrian royal family hasn’t been around the block a bit. he’s had people falling at his feet for years because of his status.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

fond of missionary, you riding him, or anything where he can see your face and the cute little expressions you make when he’s making you feel good (and have you look into those gorgeous green eyes of his while he takes you apart. he’s very much into eye contact.)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he does not strike me as a “funny guy”. he’s pretty serious, but will laugh with you about small things like if you accidentally bump heads when changing positions, etc. (then he’ll kiss it better and go back to business as usual)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he keeps his face clean-shaven, so he’s probably doing some maintenance downstairs, too. he’s a very neat and tidy guy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

pretty romantic, but not like, trail-of-rose-petals type romantic. just a lot of eye contact, soft praise, and definitely some “I love you’s” later on in the relationship. I don’t see him as a casual sex guy — I think he’s done with that phase of his life and he’d rather pick one person and love them with his whole heart.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think he takes matters into his own hands very often. he doesn’t strike me as a very horny guy, and it’s hard to find the time and space to crank one out when you’re living in college dorms with a roommate (and trying not to die all the time). he much prefers to do things with you instead, anyway.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

some things I’ve mentioned already; praise, eye contact, you saying his name… idk if its a kink per se, but he wants to hear you. he loves all the soft sounds you make when you’re needy (being vocal during a makeout session is almost sure to escalate things). he gets off on getting you off, and it gives his ego a boost to know he’s making you feel so good that you can’t form words, just pretty little moans and whimpers.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his room or yours, that's it. he’s not an exhibitionist; he values his reputation, and doesn’t want to get either of you into trouble. you might be able to convince him to mess around in the shower before / after the main event, but that’s about it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you, and the fact that you’re his. I know that feels like a cop-out answer, but it’s true. he’ll look over and see you in his bed in the morning, the early sunlight warming your skin, and he's ready to go.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I absolutely cannot see him wanting to be called by his title, etc. nope. no way. he despises it, and he also wants to know that you love him for him, and not his status. he also doesn’t want to hurt you during sex — there’s enough pain in your lives already. when that door closes behind you, it's only soft touches and gentle pleasure.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he had done more receiving than giving until he met you. he learned what you like (and how much he likes giving it to you) very quickly and now he won’t hesitate to get on his knees for you, especially if you ask nicely. he likes to use his mouth and hands at the same time for maximum effect. he’ll never decline head from you either, but it doesn’t happen often; he’s more focused on you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he fucks like a prince: proper. usually nice and deep and slow, taking his time with you and making you feel every movement. on occasion, if you rile him up enough or piss him off, he might give it to you (see also: make you take it) a little rougher.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

see above. has only happened once, and it kinda backfired (you ended up being late to formation and getting bitched at by the wingleader). now he won’t try anything unless he has at least an hour alone with you (enough for proper foreplay and some aftercare.)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

the two of you will experiment a little bit, mostly with new movements, etc., but you keep things pretty simple. if it ain’t broke… (and it certainly isn’t).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

your record is three rounds in one night, four if you count the morning after. you haven’t really had the time to try and beat it; school and training takes a lot out of you, and you’d simply rather sleep sometimes — but you’re both content to keep things at one round most nights, or just cuddle instead.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don’t see him owning or using toys (though it remains unclear what options they have in this universe). after he manifests a signet, that might come into play depending on what it is, but for now he feels like he has plenty of options already (his fingers, tongue…)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s not a huge tease, but will make you ask for nearly everything with words, even if it's embarrassing to you, but he wants to know that you truly want this, and he finds it so cute to hear you beg for him and only him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s a talker, telling you how good you feel around him, how pretty you look under him, etc. sound-wise, if he’s in control, you’ll just get the occasional soft gasp / panting. if you’re in control, you might hear some whimpering… either way, he sounds so pretty. you should tell him that, and see what happens (the praise kink goes both ways.)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he only saw sex as a way to fulfill a biological need until he met you, and realized it could be so much more — he’s never truly loved any of his hookup partners. definitely some things he had to unpack there after your first time.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s tall, and pretty lean… the laws of nature dictate that he’s hung. I don’t make the rules.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not super high, but he usually rolls with you — if you’re down, he’s down. simple as that.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he can’t fall asleep until you do, but that usually isn’t a problem; he’ll tire you out / relax you real nice every time. A+ cuddler, as we discussed earlier.

there you have it 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’m very excited for y’all to meet Aaric and Sunny. two sneak peeks posted so far + a few thousand more words in my docs, hehe

#aaric graycastle #Aaric graycastle x reader #preemptively tagging this as #Aaric and Sunny #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing smut #mine #18+#once again posting from my phone and I’ll reformat later (maybe)

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Could you do some NSFW KankuroxF!Reader? Bonus if it has anything with degradation, praise, or breeding kings. 🙏🏻

Hey, Anon! Thank you very much for the request. Writing this made me go absolutely carnal and it is very long... I am so sorry lmao.

Political Disclaimer - Please skip if you just want to get to the good stuff but I felt this was important to include. The overturn of Roe v. Wade is a decision this blogger disagrees with and if the subject matter of this fic offends you, please skip it. No kink shaming will be tolerated!

Title: Master of Puppets 🍋

Pairing: Kankuro x f!reader (Mentions Kiba, Sakura, Naruto, Shikamaru, Gaara)

Word Count: 5k (Again, I am so sorry lmao)

Warnings: NSFW, breeding, degradation, dumbification, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male/female receiving), soft dom!kankuro, choking, bondage, loss of control, mentions of alcohol/rec drug use, drunk reader, overstimulation

This was not how he was expecting the night to go. What he was expecting was for you to come home, either stoned or shitfaced or both, and to beg him with your pretty, pouty mouth to fuck you until dawn; to let him ravish every inch of you like the possession you were, to tie you beneath him until you were squealing from overstimulation, to groan out his name in gruff delight until your mind was completely destroyed from ecstasy.

It would have been such a good night, but you just had to go and be naughty. Kankuro watched you as you grinded against your best friend, your tiny dress slightly hiking up your thighs, your forehead glistening from sweat as you fully gave yourself to the music the way you gave yourself to him when he pinned your arms behind your back and drove you slowly out of your mind.

Your mouth was curved into a sly grin, innocent eyes locked onto Kiba, your head twisted showing off your lovely neck, making Kankuro want to shove his way through the droves of partying college students and mark your throat with his teeth. He watched you intently through the crowd, watched every curve of your body, every sway of your hips, every jiggle of your tits. His blood was coursing through him like a raging river, going straight from his brain to his groin, the heat pulsing his dick aggressively as his pants grew tighter.

Kiba moved his hands down the front of your body as you continued to wiggle your ass on his crotch, always such a little tease, when you finally made eye contact with your boyfriend from across the room, the little knowing glint causing Kankuro’s body to light on fire as you slowly closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip seductively, adjusting Kiba’s hands to be resting on your boobs. That’s it.

Kankuro shoved the stupid, drunk idiots blocking the path to the side and stormed toward you like a tornado, startled gasps and “watch it!”’s melding into the steady rhythm of the pop song playing in the background. Your eyes stayed locked on Kankuro’s as Kiba continued to breathe heavily onto your neck, hands roaming all along the front of your body. You smirked as Kankuro grabbed your wrist, his chestnut hair was styled the way you liked, all spikey and thick; his leather jacket was open, exposing his mesh undershirt that allowed you to see his abs and his taut chest. You hummed as you were slowly pulled off Kiba.

“Kankuro!” Kiba shouted. “My man! What are you doing here?”

“Yeah,” Your voice was slow and dumb, your tongue suddenly feeling numb. “I thought you and Gaara were hanging out?”

Kankuro gave you a look that you knew meant you had had way too much alcohol, a look of both concern and amusement, his midnight eyes scanning across your face with purpose. “We are.” He was talking at a normal volume, making it hard to hear over the booming music of the club. He nodded over to the bar, where you saw Gaara, Naruto, and Shikamaru all boozing and laughing. “But I didn’t realize this bar provided lap dances.” He pierced you with his dark gaze and it instantly sent any remaining blood in your brain straight to your needy pussy. You gulped down a mixture of fear and desire as he applied more pressure to your wrist, your pulse racing madly in between his fingers.

“Ooh, right,” Kiba drew out each vowel slowly. He was drunk too. You were all so, so helplessly drunk. “I forgot that Naruto called you guys.” Kiba shrugged and kept swaying all around, gravitating towards another woman on the dance floor beside him. Kankuro smirked. I’ve got the hottest chick in here, no doubt about that; even if she’s stupid drunk.

“Yes!” Kankuro turned to see Sakura shoving her way across the dance floor, stopping when her gaze landed on him, two big mixed drinks in her hands. “Kankuro? Aren’t you supposed to be with Gaara?” Kankuro gave an exasperated sigh and used his free hand to smack his forehead. Was he the only one with brains left in this establishment?

“Did you not see all of them at the bar?” He asked.

Sakura moved her head slowly, looking at the bar for an amount of time that let Kankuro know her reflexes were most definitely inhibited, before she let out a sound of acknowledgement and connected her eyes back to him.

“Right,” She said thickly, shrugging. She moved her eyes onto you and squealed in excitement and shouted your name. “C’mon, let’s dance! I love this song!”

Kankuro studied your face intently. Your mouth was pursed and your eyes were in a far away land, dazed and blank. Your pulse was racing in your veins and your forehead was covered in cute beads of sweat that streaked down your face and onto your pretty jaw. You looked over at him with dilated pupils, a look that said please save me, causing his heart to skip a beat in his chest as he gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Do you want to dance with her, love?” He whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear.

You shook your head, stray strands of hair flowing around your beautiful face, and your body wobbled slightly. Kankuro steadied you with his arm as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide from the world, gripping onto the edge of his jacket gently. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“I’m going to take her home,” Kankuro stated as Sakura now danced with Kiba. They both acknowledged him with a small nod before being engulfed in the crowd.

Kankuro held your hand in his and guided you through the maze of the dance floor, hot bodies bumping against you and trying to get around you, but he held your hand firmly and ensured you didn’t get lost. You emerged from the crowd, the room seeming smaller and more intimate now that you were finally freed from the dance floor as he guided you over to the bar.

“Hey,” His voice was so far away against the music that you felt like you were in a dream. The men turned to acknowledge the two of you, their faces tinted pink from the burning booze. They all gave you their own wry smile. “I’m taking her home. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Gaara,” Kankuro turned to put his free hand on his brothers’ shoulder. “You good?”

Gaara smiled smally and nodded. “Yes, Kankuro,” He glanced at Naruto. “I’m always good when I am around friends.”

“Aww,” You slurred, making everyone turn to look at you again. “Gaara! That’s so sweet!” You felt like you were melting into a puddle of joy as each man gave you their own version of a look of bewilderment. Kankuro pulled you closer to the bar and you heard him give the bartender your last name. You glanced around the room and your head started pounding as dazzling blurs of colors whirled all around you. Kankuro finished signing a receipt before pocketing a card, taking your hand once again and guiding you from the bar.

The outside of the club was absolutely freezing and your teeth instantly began to chatter excessively. You pushed yourself into your boyfriend for warmth and felt him shuffle before wrapping his jacket around your arms. You glanced toward him and he tapped your nose lightly with his index finger, making your heart grow wings and flutter away like a butterfly.

“But, Kuro-”

“I’ll be fine, love.” He wrapped his arm around you again and guided you back home through the dimly lit streets. The walk was quiet, your brain still banging in your skull as you started to sober up. The cold air clawed at your skin, cutting its way through your body due to your unseasonable wardrobe choices, the only warmth provided by Kankuro and his jacket.

“I love you, Kuro,” You murmured as he continued to rub your shoulders gently, his smokey cologne reminiscent of a warm bonfire in summer. You reached your front door and he pulled your wristlet from you and searched through it for your keys, unlocking the door and stepping aside for you to enter first, his hand on the small of your back as he guided you straight to the bathroom.

“I love you too, puppet,” He kissed the tip of your nose and lifted you up by your thighs so you were now sitting on the counter. “Now, where is your face wash… hm…” He began rummaging through your bathroom cabinets, getting increasingly frustrated with each failed attempt, until he finally pulled back the shower curtain and smiled triumphantly.

He grabbed your face wash and a small towel, positioning himself between your legs as he worked the foamy liquid all over your face, whispering praises and reassurances to you. “Good girl, it’s all right, just a bit more.” He then wetted the towel and wiped it across your face, giving you a small peck once he was finished.

“There’s my gorgeous girl,” He cooed. “Okay, one more thing.” He reached over across your counter to grab your moisturizer, applying it all over your face. The cream was cool against your skin and you instantly felt yourself come back to life after the face wash had stripped away any amount of liquid you had. You smiled at Kankuro, tried to pull him to you by gripping onto his waist, but he merely kissed your cheek.

“Sorry, love,” He whispered. “Not tonight. You’ve been a bad girl.”

You whined and crossed your arms brattily over your chest, making him laugh lowly as he picked you up and carried you into the bedroom. He plopped you onto the bed with a quick kiss to your forehead, before turning to leave.

“Kuro, wait,” You grabbed his wrist and he gave you a confused look, lightly tipping his head to the side.

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“Horny…” You rubbed your thighs together and gave him your best pleading look, one you knew he had trouble resisting, as you reached your free hand out to try and grip onto the waist of his pants. His booming laugh lit up the room as he lightly dodged your attempt at grabbing him, swaying to the side as your hand dropped from around his wrist.

“Love, we can’t do that tonight,” He left the room before you could protest and came back a few minutes later with an icy glass of water. “We’ll snuggle until you drink two of these, okay?”

You groaned in response, turning your nose upwards in feigned disgust. He put the cup in your hands and gave you a stern look that made your already dripping core scream with lust. You pouted at him and he slowly began tilting the cup towards your lips.

He growled, “Drink. It.” That worked. You sipped, the ice from the water shivering its way down your heated throat. “Good girl.” He got into the bed next to you and pulled you into a tight embrace once you placed the water down, kissing your temple softly.

“Kuro, please,” You purred, one last attempt at getting what you wanted, as you rolled over to face him fully, small hands stroking at his belt buckle. You ghosted your lips over his and you could hear his heart thumping in his chest at your needy touch, but he only smiled without moving.

“Do you want to snuggle or do you want me to leave?” He asked, guiding your hands away from his pants and gripping your wrists together roughly.

“Stay, Kuro,” You held his gaze and you could feel his want, saw it burning within his eyes, but you knew he wasn’t going to give in to you. You sighed and buried your head into the crook of his neck, placing gentle kisses against his Adam’s apple and allowing him to lazily draw circles onto your lower back.

“Alright, I’ll stay,” He said. “Now, what do you want to watch? We need to keep you awake so you can drink your water.”

You woke up the next morning to the sun creeping past your closed curtains, illuminating the room in a dim glow. You rolled over groggily, vaguely remembering the events of the night before, to find the space next to you was empty. You shot up, looking all around the room, but you couldn’t see any sign of him. The chair where he would usually throw his clothes before going to sleep was surprisingly empty, no trace of your boyfriend left behind.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and were about to go searching through your small apartment when Kankuro entered through your bedroom doorway, carrying a small bag and a to-go cup in either hand, his face lighting up at the sight of you.

“Hey, love,” He chirped, handing you the to-go cup. “Figured you’d need some carbs after last night, so I got donuts.”

“Thank you,” You murmured. You watched him place the bag down on your night stand, his rippling muscles emphasized fully by his black turtleneck sweater. He leaned down and gave you a loving kiss, his lips soft and warm. You pulled on his bottom lip with your teeth, sucking on it lightly, as you put the to-go cup down on your end table. Kankuro hummed into the kiss and gripped you by the hair, pulling your head away from him, cold air kissing your mouth from the absence of his lips on yours.

“Do you feel alright?” You nodded. “No headache?” You shook your head.

His grip on your hair tightened then, danger in the dark of his eyes. “You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He growled.

“N-No,” You protested, grabbing at his shirt. “I just-”

“Do you remember what you did to me last night, puppet?” He tugged on your hair harder, hot tears welling in your eyes, as he forced you to look at him through blurred vision.

“Y-Yes,” You whispered.

“You do?” His voice was low and husky as he placed his knees on either side of your legs and dropped your head to the bed. You hit the mattress with a dull thud and stared at Kankuro, his body now towering above you, his brunette hair highlighted in the soft-gold morning rays of the sun. His eyes were brewing with deep desire, black as death, as he placed his hands beside your head, dangling his mouth over yours teasingly. Your noses brushed together lightly as you tried to crane your neck to kiss him, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Did you enjoy being a tramp for him, hm?” His voice was dark as a moonless sky. “Enjoy letting him put his hands all over you?” He was now sliding his index finger up along your body, slowly, his other hand supporting his full weight. His finger felt like blazing desire, burning into your flesh, your blood rushing down to your pussy in waves.

“N-No,” Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as he played with your hard nipple through your tank top, your hips bucking upwards into his fully erect length as a small mewl escaped your lips, the tip of his cock lightly rubbing against your sweet spot.

“Look at you,” He husked. “You’re practically begging for me. Is this what you did to him before I caught you? Did you get on your knees for him like the dirty whore you are?” He gripped your neck in his hand, pressing his thumb firmly on your throat, stars forming in your vision as you drifted through space.

You felt your throat close from the pressure he put on you, small knives piercing their way up your legs, into your stomach, into your arms, before he released you and you took in a ragged breath. Your head lifted slowly from the bed as Kankuro rolled from you and sat himself on the edge of the bed next to you, pulling off his sweater. His toned stomach was pulling you towards him like a black hole, his muscular arms rippling as he threw the sweater to the chair; you could feel a small pool of arousal coat your panties from simply watching him strip his upper body. You felt yourself move down from the bed to stand before him, his strong hand moving in rhythmic movements, guiding you onto your knees, the cold hardwood floors stinging your skin.

You tried to resist, tried to move to kiss him like you so, so desperately wanted to, but his chakra strings had you fully in his control. Your puppet master smirked at you as he willed you to grab hold of him through his pants. His head fell back lightly as he forced you to unbutton his joggers, his dick springing free and lightly glazed with his earthy essence. You tried to speak but he moved your hand again, forcing it to stroke him gently, your words sticking in the back of your throat.

“If you want to be a little harlot,” He hissed, “Then show me what you can do.” Your mouth wrapped around his thick length hungrily, your head bobbing up and down as tears spilled from your eyes, your teeth lightly grazing along the curve of his cock. He made your hand stroke the part of him that you couldn’t fit into your pretty mouth and he bit his bottom lip, groans of pleasure escaping as you dipped your tongue into his slit and tickled his sack.

“That’s it,” He moaned. “Such a good little slut.” He felt heat coursing through his veins as he watched your small hand grip onto him with eagerness, the other teasing his loaded balls with your fingers as you choked on him lightly. Your hands were practically dwarfed from the size of him and it made the world spin around him as he tightly shut his eyes, pre-cum leaking from him and onto your tongue, the salty taste burning down your throat.

“S-so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” He rasped.

Your hand around him slowly gained control back from you as you felt a small tingle in your brain, signaling to you that your master had released you from his chokehold. He pulled your head off him by your hair and grinned down at you, leaning in and trapping your mouth with his, forcing his tongue past your lips as he tasted himself on you. The kiss was aggressive and hungry, ensnaring you in fiery vines all around your body. He moved away for a moment, pulling your tank top off and over your head, your breasts now fully exposed, hard nipples stinging from the cold as he pinched them between his fingers, before trapping you in his seductive kiss once more.

You whimpered into his mouth as he pinched and fondled your chest, tears fully falling down your face at the desire to feel him inside you, to gain some sort of release from his hellish torture. He nibbled your lip as he pulled away and looked down on you with storming eyes; looked at you like you were the only thing he wanted in the world, like he would both protect you from harm and inflict it upon you, a dangerous monster lurking in the shadows of your room, only coming out at night and forcing you to shout his name into the universe.

“Up,” He commanded, gripping your waist and guiding you to stand. Kankuro let his eyes wander over the entirety of your body, drinking you in like a man before a Goddess. He examined your exposed breasts, your cute stomach, your clenched thighs, your cinched waist. You were like a pixie that came out to play with him, all innocent and sexy and dirty - and all his. He pulled you onto the bed by your wrist, placing your hands on either side of his head as you straddled him, his back fully on the bed, reaching his hand behind your head to pull you into a passion filled kiss.

“K-Kuro,” You pleaded, pulling away gently.

“What?” He was feral, his thick fingers reaching between your legs to feel the sopping streak that lined your panties. “You want me to fuck you like the dirty slut you are?”

Hot tears streaked down your face and onto his chest, the desire prodding and poking at your soul endlessly, before he finally swiped your panties to the side and shoved his two fingers into your hot core.

“Puppet,” He moaned, kissing his way down your jaw. “You like that, hm?”

“Y-Yes,” He pushed his fingers deeper into you, forcing out a desperate mewl. “Yes, master.” You corrected.

“That’s my good little whore,” He praised, teeth grazing gently over your neck. He bit down, licking your soft flesh, feeling your pulse racing madly for him as he maneuvered his thumb to harshly stroke your throbbing clit, his nimble fingers still keeping their rhythm inside your depths. Your body quaked above him, your head fell forward into the crook of his neck as you clung to his shoulders for support, your fingernails digging into his taut shoulder muscles, your legs the only things keeping you suspended as you cried his name out into the rays of morning sunshine.

“Come for me, my pretty slut,” He thundered. “Coat my fingers like a good girl.”

You breathed an endless string of curses and praises between moans of Kankuro’s name as you obeyed his every command, your legs twitching as your hot juices flowed out of you and slid their way down your legs and onto his fingers below. He purred against your neck, peppering it with kisses as he made his way back to your lips.

“Fucking beautiful,” He praised. “You’re so fucking good to me.” He cupped your face in his hands and tenderly kissed you as he rolled you over onto your back. He trailed kisses down your body, his mouth warm and delicate and good, before he slid your panties down with his teeth. He removed them fully, pausing momentarily to kick his pants to the floor, and you felt your hands slowly move above your head, his chakra strings binding your wrists together.

Kankuro had lived his whole life being in control. He yearned for it the way Hades did Persephone, constantly chasing control and seizing it every chance he could. His favorite thing he had control over was, undoubtedly, you. The way he could make you melt beneath him, the way you pleaded and begged and choked for him from the pleasure he inflicted upon you; it made him feel like a God.

He shoved two fingers into your mouth, willing you to lick and suck your own essence from it - to taste what only he could do to you - as he kissed his way down your neck and licked your perky nipple. You mewled through the pain, your body sending shockwaves between your core to your brain with each swipe of his tongue.

“Fucking needy slut,” He thundered. “You want my seed in you, don’t you?”

You tried to speak, to even make some sort of intelligible noise, but then he removed his fingers from your mouth and licked his way down, down, down your body, lifting your legs up by your thighs, placing them on his shoulders and exposing your throbbing cunt fully. He hummed lowly, toying with your pretty clit using his index finger as he watched your face scrunch into a painfully lewd expression. He dragged the flat of his tongue across your slit, taking his time to explore the warm walls he knew so well, before reaching your nub and lightly blowing, cool air piercing through your body and freezing your brain.

Little cries of master, please, you feel - shit, oh god - stormed through the air of the bedroom as Kankuro wrapped his mouth around your clit and started sucking, gently grazing, and licking your pleading button. The air around you became hotter than the surface of the sun as you felt your legs tighten around his cheeks. You tried to grip his hair, the bedsheets, the headboard, but your master had your hands wrapped in his strings, trapping you in your need and not allowing you the sweet release of getting your hands on something, anything, as he fucked you with his mouth.

Kankuro pushed two fingers into your dripping core, arcing them upwards to places only his deft fingers could go, as your legs began to quiver around his face, your sweet essence overwhelming his senses and taking him to his favorite ethereal plane where it was just him and you. You came again, chanting coming-coming-coming, your thighs trembling, hips bucking. He pushed down on your stomach with his free hand as he drank you in like a man dying of thirst, trapping you beneath him fully, not allowing any part of your body to jerk or move away, forcing you to focus only on his tantalizing overstimulation, your mind turning black and numb.

“That’s it, love,” He whispered, giving your aching clit a final kiss. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” Kankuro wrapped one burly arm around your shoulders, nails raking across your skin, as he maneuvered himself with the other to ghost his throbbing length over your heat. He pushed his tip against your clit, swirling it around, the pressure sucking your soul from your body. Your stomach twisted into another knot, craving his dick like the very air you breathe. He was right, you were a whore for him, and you needed him. Now.

“Please,” You groaned, your fingers twitching as your desire coursed its way to them. “Need you now, master. Fuck me, please. Fuck me.”

Kankuro captured your mouth in his as his thick cock stretched your walls, plunging deep into your core, his nails digging deeper into your shoulder, the pain and pleasure mixing into an impossible force against your entire body as he filled you up. All the pining you felt evaporated away, vibrations running up your stomach and into your neck, your eyebrows furrowed from the ecstasy of him in you.

“S-so tight, puppet,” His voice was pure evil, dangerous and deadly, his hand tugging at your hair. “Can’t be a slut with my baby in you, can you?”

He was lava in your core. You moaned, choked out his name, wrapped your legs desperately around his waist, but none of that released the divine, impossible pressure building just beneath your skin. Kankuro did that. He loved you steadily, thoroughly, thrusting deep inside you while he owned your lips.

“Please, Kuro,” You purred against his hot mouth between heavy breaths. “Let me touch you.” God, you were so needy for him. You were a babbling brook beneath him, bubbling and brewing as he nestled his cock deeper inside you, his hot mouth now moved to the shell of your ear and nipping at your earlobe, each thrust sending a shiver up your spine as he let out a ragged, burning breath onto your neck.

You felt your brain tingle again as his puppeteer strings released you, immediately gripping his thick hair in your hands, flames on your skin, lightning in your veins. You melted, your orgasm so powerful you felt like you might pass out, a desperate gasping sound releasing from your lips that might have been his name, might have been nonsense, might have been “Fuck-yes-Kuro-Coming-Fuck-Fill-Me-Up.”

“Fuck,” He moaned. The word tasted sweet on your tongue. “G-gonna come. Gonna fill you up so you can never be a dirty slut again.”

“Do it,” You pleaded, clawing at his back like an animal, letting your brain float around in space. Your breaths were chaotic and heavy as Kankuro’s rhythm slowed, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he bottomed out deep in you and released himself inside your walls. He rasped out your name as his face fell into the crook of your neck, sweat dripping from his brow down his face and onto your shoulders as he twitched harshly deep inside you, his seed shooting straight into your soul.

He laid on you for a while, his sweet release filling you to the brim, as he lightly kissed your neck and collarbones. “It’s so much, love,” He whispered. “So much cum for your sweet pussy.”

You kissed his hair, smiling. “Mmm, good.” He adjusted, finally pulling himself out of you, hot white liquid pooling out and sliding down your thighs. He kissed the top of your head, leaving to retrieve a wet towel from the bathroom, peppering praises and recognition while he helped clean you up. Your heart was full as you snuggled into him, your legs intertwined together on the bed.

“I love you, puppet,” He murmured into your hair. “Do you want your donut now?”

You giggled excitedly as you leaned off his chest, smiling down at him. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He gave you a quick peck, unlocking his legs from yours as he reached to grab the bag from the nightstand. “Here,” He handed you the bag and grabbed the to-go cup. “I’m gonna heat this up for you. Are you up for a lazy day today? I’m beat.”

“Don’t you have to do stupid Kazekage-Brother-Stuff… or something?” You asked, opening the bag as the scent of sickeningly sweet sugar overwhelmed your senses.

“Yeah,” He smirked his signature devilish grin. “But Gaara should know better when he brings me to meetings in Konoha. I tend to get… distracted.” He gave you a look filled with dark desire, letting you know he would be filling you up again before dusk, and you smiled knowingly.

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Hellish Bells 10: Protection

Charlie was just. So. HAPPY!

It had been five months since the drama of the forced engagement started. Five months of trying to break down Alastor’s barriers. She didn’t think they were doing a shabby job of it.

Right now, Alastor and Vaggie were battling over the flower arrangements. Alastor was insisting on pitcher plants and Venus fly traps being mixed in. Charlie did disagree with him a tiny bit. Vaggie was full-on ‘no’. When Charlie had left them, Vaggie had set up a chart on the most complimentary colors for a bouquet that matched with red and blue.

Charlie had decided to talk with some of the residents. She hadn’t done a walk like that for at least a month. Her focus had been so hard on Alastor that she was neglecting her guests.

“How’s therapy going?” Charlie asked when she stopped by a nook to talk with Tom. She was rather worried about him; he got drunk an alarming amount of days. There was something going on.

“It’s fine,” he snipped, dumping some of his booze down his gas mask. “I’ll Ascend at some point if I keep going, right?”

“It…doesn’t quite work that way,” Charlie said.

“Well then, I’m fucked.” Tom sighed and started to get up. “Time to refill the cup.”

Charlie blocked him, making him sit down and move over as she put herself in the same seat. “Drinking your problems away doesn’t work. It’s temporary at best.”

“I’ll take ‘temporary’,” Tom said. “It’s better than reality.”

“Why don’t we break down why you want to get away from reality.” Charlie asked, “You didn’t drink this much when you first checked in.”

Tom gripped his glass hard. “When I got here, I was trying to get away from my coworker . That bitch ran me off even before I decided to try and Redeem myself. Super cunt.” He pointed accusingly at the bar. “Now, I have to watch that piece of shit on the screen all day, every day.” He gripped his head. “No matter where I go, she’s constantly following me.”

“So, you’re drowning your trauma with alcohol,” Charlie inferred.

He looked down at the ice in his glass. Swirling them around, he sighed. “Something like that.”

“Would it help if the tv was turned off?” Charlie suggested.

“Not completely.” Tom pulled out his phone. “Katie sends me messages regularly. I’ve tried switching numbers, blocking her, getting an entirely new phone. Every time, she finds me again and sends me these.”

On the screen were many, many new messages from ‘Bitch’. Each one was more vulgar than the last. Katie was clearly trying to taunt him into replying.

Charlie frowned. “We could take your phone and put it somewhere you won’t be tempted to look at it.”

“And lose contact with my kids ?! Are you kidding me!?”

A stray thought, Alastor mentioning her splitting up families, almost made her cringe. Now was not the time to be thinking about that sort of thing!

“Hm…” Charlie thought hard on it. Then, idea! “I can go talk to her!”

“What?” Tom seemed dumbfounded. “ Talk to her ? You’re joking, right?”

“Nope!”

Tom slammed a hand on the table. “That bitch is one of the irredeemable ones. She still hates you for showing she wears a wig on television. I still love you for that.”

A plan started forming in her head. It sounded like a bit of good cop, bad cop was needed. “Don’t worry, I have it covered.”

“ How ?”

A smug smile was followed by, “I’ll go talk to her with Alastor!”

Tom thought for a second. He admitted, “Yeah, that might work.” Chuckling, he added, “You should skip to your fiance eating her. It’d be best for everyone involved.”

“What? No!” Charlie shook her head, making an X with her arms. “Nope nope nopity nope! No eating. Just…” She searched for the right words. “...a bit of emotional coercion!”

It sounded worse when she said it out loud.

“Eh. I still say eat her.” Tom sighed. “I think I’ll go sleep some of it off.”

This time Charlie let Tom out of the booth. He gave Charlie a two-finger salute before making his way for the main stairs up to the rooms for the guests. Charlie let out her own sigh once he was out of earshot.

She said her thoughts out loud. “Okay, so, one of your guests is being tormented by their former coworker. You promised to take care of it. The coworker is a very not nice person who hates you. Good cop, bad cop might work. Which requires Alastor’s help.” Charlie rubbed her head. “This will definitely not be a disaster.” She paused, then corrected, “Hopefully.”

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“Okay, I think I see where you’re coming from. What about splitting the difference? Have the killer plants in the vases around the room to keep the peace, and no killer plants in the bouquets?”

“That may work,” Alastor allowed. “Would you like to shake on it?”

“ No .”

Their words echoed out of the penthouse suite down the stairs that Charlie was climbing. Charlie could feel her eyes shining bright and a giant smile grace her face. It really touched her, them getting along and actually talking without her there. It meant that things in the future would go more smoothly.

The future … She tried not to get lost in the idea of MARRYING VAGGIE and Alastor. The thought on Alastor was less so than Vaggie, but Charlie could feel some real excitement about it. She still couldn’t get it out of her head that she was being forced into it, that it wasn’t entirely natural. She mentally swept it to the side.

Charlie shook off her momentary pause and opened the door all the way. Vaggie and Alastor were at Vaggie’s color chart making ‘corrections’ here and there. There were a lot of crossed out words. Alastor looked amused while Vaggie looked like she had a headache. As the door creaked open, they both turned towards it.

They both straightened up and looked more relaxed as they both greeted her at the same time.

“Charlie!”

“My dear bride!”

“Hi guys!” She shut the door behind her. How to break the topic?

“What did you want to talk about?” Vaggie asked.

“Yes, what are you thinking?” Alastor said, “Your cringe and hesitancy gives you away!”

Drat! Either she was too easy to read or her partners had caught on to her tells. Shaking it off, she said, “One of our guests is having some trouble with…someone.”

“Okay?” Vaggie looked on expectantly, Alastor with his neutral smile.

“And, I was hoping, maybe, we could go talk to this person? Maybe play good cop, bad cop? Maybe?” Charlie hoped she didn’t sound as nervous as she felt.

“I can do that!” both Alastor and Vaggie said at the same time. They looked at each other and descended into a vicious staring contest, Alastor’s lip turning up and Vaggie glaring.

“My dear Vaggie, you must realize that as an Overlord, my position allows me to better handle Sinners!” Alastor said in the strict polite tone he used when he was covering himself.

“Whoever this is, I’m sure my spear will make them change their mind.” Vaggie glanced at Charlie. “Who is it?”

This time, Charlie definitely cringed. “Katie Killjoy.”

Vaggie’s face fell as Alastor laughed. Vaggie asked, “You do realize she isn’t afraid of anything, right?”

“She isn’t afraid of you ,” Alastor corrected.

“That was before everyone learned I’m an Angel.” Vaggie traced a finger along her spear’s blade. “I’m sure she’s changed her mind about me.”

“You literally said she’s not afraid of anything, even you,” Alastor reminded her. He partially transformed as he said, “ She’ll be afraid of me .”

“Vaggie, I was hoping for someone…more outwardly evil?” Charlie said.

Vaggie paused, then said, “What? You want someone more evil ?”

“More outwardly evil,” Charlie repeated.

Vaggie’s eye twitched. Alastor bowed. He graciously said, “I’m at your service, Charlie! Now…”

Alastor asked, eyes glinting, “When would you like me to eat her?”

“ No eating .”

“You say that now. I’m certain you’ll change your mind!”

“I won’t,” Charlie said cheerily. She waved for him to follow. “Come on! Let’s go help our guest!”

“But of course!”

Vaggie looked frustrated as they left. Charlie would have to make it up to her later.

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“Here we are!” The shadows around them subsided as they stood in front of a tacky, gaudy townhouse in a less terrible part of the Pride ring. It was trying to scream ‘I am rich and powerful’ but only came across as desperate. Alastor twirled his cane. “How would you like to handle this?”

“First, I’ll see if she will listen to me make my case. If she says no to all of it, I want you to come up behind me and be scary!” Charlie exclaimed.

“Sounds rather boring,” Alastor noted, smiling genially.

“It’s okay! If you’re scary enough, I’m sure she’ll change her mind.” Charlie skipped up a couple of steps and waved at Alastor. “Stay right there! You’ll know when you need to step in!”

Charlie stopped at the front door. Before she knocked, she straightened her shirt and jacket and took a quick breath. Then she used the door knocker.

It took a minute for Katie to get to the door. Charlie didn’t knock again; she could hear the potent swearing from where she stood. The door flew open outwards to Charlie’s surprise, making her dodge backwards to keep from getting hit.

“For the last damn time, YOU HAVE THE WRONG ADDRESS!” Katie yelled before she noticed Charlie. Her hair was haphazardly shoved onto her head. Pure hatred flashed across her face as she hissed, “You .”

“Hi! As I can tell, you remember me from when I was on your program last.” Charlie said, an attempt at a smile trying to get through the cringe.

“Go the fuck away, bitch!” Katie tried to shut the door. Charlie blocked her. This was too important to let go! A soul was at stake!

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Charlie began her spiel. “As you know, Tom Trench is trying to Redeem himself.”

Katie snorted. “Yeah, like the lil’ shithead he is. Why should I care?”

Charlie said cheerily, “He’s making great progress! There’s one little itty bitty thing that’s holding him back.” She motioned at Katie with her hands. “That’s you.”

“Really,” Katie drawled. Then, to Charlie’s horror, she laughed. “Oh holy hells, that’s great! That loser doesn’t deserve anything.” Her eyes narrowed at Charlie. “Neither do you.”

“If you could just listen -”

“I heard you loud and clear. You know what I’m gonna do?” She pulled out her phone, making a show of typing on it. “I’m going to text him more .”

Charlie felt herself starting to get angry. “That won’t help anyone!”

“No, it won’t.” Katie stared her down. “You really think you can intimidate me? You’re as much of a loser as that cocksucker Tom!”

“At least I’m not a hairless hag ,” Charlie snapped.

Before she could apologize for losing her temper, Katie struck. She let loose a solid, loud slap against Charlie’s cheek. It was strong enough to make her almost fall down the stairs. If she hadn’t been as powerful as she was, she was certain her nose would be bleeding.

“You bitch !” Katie growled. “I’m going to grind…you…” Her gaze had ventured behind Charlie. Her pupils were pinpricks and her mouth was twisted in horror.

Charlie didn’t understand. Then a shadow eclipsed her. She looked up.

Alastor was a pure monster . The Wendigo was on full display, his eyes black dials and black tentacles coming out of his back. His teeth had elongated like he was going to chew something to pieces.

“ How DARE you hurt my bride!? ” He carefully grabbed Charlie and set her to the side as he climbed the stairs, towering over Katie Killjoy. “ I’m going to destroy you. Tear your body apart, eat your screaming soul on my radio show. Spit you up and re-eat you over and over until everyone knows not to touch Charlie and Vaggie. You’ll live in my gullet with all the rest of the fools that dared to cross the Radio Demon. ”

Alastor reached out, grabbing Katie and opened his mouth. The pure terror on the news anchor's face made Charlie certain that she’d been scared enough. Charlie had to do something!

She grabbed one of Alastor’s legs and shouted, “Stop!”

To her surprise, Alastor did pause with Katie positioned to drop in his mouth. He looked down. “Why? This bitch deserves everything she gets. ”

“We did what we came for! Look at her! She’s terrified!” Charlie hugged his leg for all she was worth. “Please don’t eat her!”

He contemplated that for a moment. Alastor suddenly shrank, letting Katie fall head-first on the cement. He then said, “How can I deny a plea from my dearest Charlie?”

Katie righted herself, shaking. It looked like she’d wet herself; her clothes wet at the crotch. Her hair had disappeared somewhere. After a shivering breath, she stuttered, “I-I won’t go after Tom again. I’ll delete his number. Hell, I’ll block his number. That’ll work, right?”

Charlie sighed, then said, “Yes, it will.”

“Good!” She jumped to her feet and raced for her door. “You’ll never have to worry about me again!” Slamming the door, Charlie could hear a multitude of locks being put in place.

“Mission accomplished!” Alastor said with a giant proud grin on his face.

Charlie laughed weakly. “Yeah.” Clearing her throat, she suggested, “Let’s go get ice cream.”

“Oh?” Alastor pondered. “What has upset you, my dear?”

Again, she was too easy to read. This time it was probably for the best. She said, “I’m…” Charlie looked at him. “Am I really that important to you?”

“Of course!” Alastor put an arm around her shoulders. “We are partners! We’ll never be apart!”

“If I am, could you please not eat people? Like, full-on monster swallowing people on my behalf?”

If Alastor would have ever frowned, this was the closest it came. The corners of his lips twitched and he withdrew his arm, though he was able to keep a smile on his face. “Why?”

“I don’t want everyone to be too afraid to come to the hotel because you might eat them,” Charlie said simply.

“Hm…” He thought for a moment. Then he finally said, “I will refrain from eating possible guests. But I will not tolerate any disrespect towards you or Vaggie.”

Charlie assumed this was the closest to him promising not to eat people for her without making a deal. She considered asking for a deal before the thought cleared from her head. Making any more deals was a bad idea.

Her mind wandered to how protective he’d been. It was another tic on the box that he was growing to care for herself and Vaggie. She was sure Vaggie would take it all the wrong way and threaten him. Charlie, for her part, understood where Alastor was coming from. Daring to hurt his brides when he was trying to cultivate a high-tier position with them would have made him seem weak. At the same time, Charlie was hoping there was more to it than that.

It was then Charlie realized that Alastor was walking right next to her. Normally he kept his distance from others when walking anywhere. It gave her an idea. She reached out with a hand, at first brushing against his own before grabbing and holding his hand.

He didn’t hold hers back but neither did he pull away.

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karisworldofwords · 4 months

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Hello hello! It's time for Whumpuary again and ngl, this day's prompt kinda has me wanting to try something out.

Small warning, I'll incorporate mentions of some not so child-friendly stuff into this prompt so if you're uncomfortable with that, I might advise you to skip that one. You've been warned. 🫶🏻

And yes, I kinda like using the NSFW prompts - as they sound like to me - on a specific fandom I'm in so don't mind me, lmao.

Days: 17/18

Prompt: Hair Grabbing

Characters: Takeo Toue [later Sterling] (Dramatical Murder OC), Mink (Dramatical Murder)

Emotions are extremely easy to manipulate when you just know what you're doing. Takeo knew that well. He'd often play with the emotions of people he was acquainted to, which sometimes even included a few of his own teammates, though he never did anything too bad to them - he just wanted to play a little, see some different facettes of them and their feelings and get at least a small glimpse of what having real emotions looked like to others. He didn't see it as funny or anything - how could he when he didn't even know what that meant?

Well, he didn't know. Until he did. And once he did, it was hell on earth at first.

What did Aoba mean whenever he said Takeo's reaction was inappropriate? It seemed appropriate to him... Wasn't that what mattered the most? Why did Tamika not let him out of her sight anymore when he was supposed to be the older sibling? Was it just so he wouldn't make other people uncomfortable with his emotional reactions when his little sister was right there with him? How stupid... And why did even Noiz, that self-righteous prick, often scowl at him whenever Takeo would react a bit stronger than he usually did and say he's going overboard? It was all so confusing and frustrating to the poor Brit that, if everything ever became too much for him to handle all at once, his head would simply shut off the emotional part for a good while, resulting in him reverting back to his old self - and then they'd all, well, Clear and Aoba mostly, beg him while on their knees to please just bring his emotions back.

But it wasn't like he did this willingly. His body simply wasn't used to something like... that just yet. The feelings of pride, joy and happiness... as well as the feelings of sadness, anger and irritation. All of those were completely new to him. As such, Takeo struggled a lot with regulating his emotions, which often led to violent anger outbursts. During those outbursts of his, Mink would always be the only one able to stop and restrain him, as - surprisingly - the rather tall Englishman was quite strong. Yet since Mink had always been and would always be stronger than Takeo, he routinely played pest control anytime the latter would lose all ability to keep himself controlled, thus effectively forcibly calming him down again in just a few minutes.

This time, however, was different.

Once more, Takeo had an anger outburst - and once more, Mink was called to help. This time though, the middle aged man received a punch from the Brit whose agitation only rose once he spotted Mink, his fist coming into contact with the other's face, a clear blow to his nose. That's when the slightly taller one silently snapped and he grabbed Takeo by the arm, dragging him into his own room all whilst blocking every other blow he received with his arm before slamming the door shut - then slamming Takeo against a wall, face first, his arms locked into a tight hold by Mink behind his back. The gang leader gritted his teeth and growled dangerously as he struggled to set himself free from Mink's grasp, which unfortunately only tightened though. "You better let go of me right this instantly, you damn twat!", was all he yelled before a stinging sensation came into his head, spreading out through his neck, something at which he winced with a sound of pained surprise.

Mink had grabbed Takeo's hair as a response, the very action that made the Britishman involuntarily draw his head back into his neck as he closed one eye in pain - a... surprisingly sweet kind of pain.

What the hell...?

Meanwhile, Mink simply grunted and brought his face closer to Takeo's left ear, the one that wasn't pressed against the wall, whispering lowly into it. "You do this again, Sterling, and I'm breaking at least an arm of yours. I'm not a violent person anymore, but if that's what you want to see, then I'm not one to deny you a glimpse of that part of my past.", he lectured the much younger half Brit, all while gripping on to his hair even tighter, yanking his head back even further before his second hand shot up to Takeo's neck and took an equally tight hold of it. Takeo himself wheezed for air, his heart rate increasing significantly while his cheeks flushed a deep red - he wasn't scared. For some reason, it was... much more erotic than scary to him, if he had to be honest.

As he thought those things even just vaguely, Mink mumbled another small group of words into Takeo's ear, a tone of pure warning attached to his voice. "Do you understand me, Freak?", he asked while pressing his body more against the still somewhat struggling Takeo - yet the latter slowly felt himself give in and submit, his lizard brain quickly wanting to do just as Mink told him to. The grip on his neck tightened a bit more, and the former leader ley out an airy curse, one Mink heard too clearly though. "F... Fuck...", Takeo mumbled, something at which Mink smirked.

That seemed to be a weak spot for the Brit.

As such, he forcefully tilted Takeo's head up a bit with the hand he used to cut off his opponent's airway here or there, an action Takeo always gasped at both out of sudden breathlessness and pure excitement, making him look at the much older man who kept on restraining him. "Tell you what, Freak. Since I can tell that you like being manhandled, how about this: behave for the rest of the day and I'll reward you. How does that sound?", he proposed, a question at which Takeo's eyes flickered away from Mink's before he nodded silently, the older man then clearly satisfied as the grip on both Takeo's hair and his throat loosened again, allowing the Brit to breathe properly again.

While Mink then made his way to the door, with Takeo still readjusting himself and wondering what the fuck just happened with him, the middle aged man looked back over his shoulder briefly, catching a surprised look on Takeo's face. "Just make sure to actually not lose your temper until then, got it? Or else, no reward.", he once again warned the former boss, whose eyes widened and he nodded rapidly, subconsciously submitting himself to Mink once more who smirked again. "Brilliant. Now get out of my room. You'll be here for long enough soon, if you're obedient.", he then ordered Takeo, who quickly stormed out of Mink's room and into his own, locking the door before he slid down said door with his back.

He sighed in defeat after a moment of stunned silence, his face sinking into his hands. New kink unlocked: being manhandled. He didn't even know he was into that...

Well, it's always better to learn late than to just never learn at all.

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sunfish-studies · 3 years

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Greed

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall. This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing.

Previous: ‹ Acceptance › | Next: ‹ Moonrise ›

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Hinata’s overwhelming greed to grow–will it be a blessing or a curse for the team?

As the temperature rise, so was the tension–at first you didn’t really acknowledge the heaviness present in the air, but now it was suffocating. Your team certainly had it around them at first, however it now increased tenfold after Hinata bumped to Asahi for the ball. The prickling in the air almost felt as if it was scratching your skin.

“I wasn’t imagining the tension between Hinata and Kageyama-kun, right?” Yachi asked uncertain, but Shimizu nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. But it’s not just Hinata and Kageyama. Ever since Hinata and Azumane bumped into each other, they’re all on the edge.”

“That, and Hinata-kun just blurted out what everyone’s thinking right now,” you added, making the two turned to face you. “Hinata-kun wants to rapidly change, if everyone couldn’t keep up or made their presence clear in front of him…”

They’ll be eaten by that overwhelming greed the orange-haired boy has.

When the penalty was over, you quickly distributed the water bottles and towels with Yachi while Shimizu handled the notes. The absence of Hinata, Kageyama, and Sugawara were clear because as soon as they finished their penalty, the third year asked them to have a private chat outside the gym.

“Azumane-san, you felt that, right?” you asked the older boy, handing his water bottle. “The feeling of being eaten up.”

“Yeah,” Somehow, Asahi didn’t really surprise hearing those words from you. For him, you’re rather different–maybe it’s because you’re quite knowledgeable about volleyball and a quite observant person.

“I think you should try putting him in his place,” hearing those rather bold words from you made his eyes widened.

“P-putting him to place!? L-like scolding him? I don’t think I can.”

“N-no, just declared out loud that the ball is yours? From what I saw, Hinata-kun is trying to steal that ball away from you. You need to tell let him know that it’s not his.”

Asahi fell silent at first, thinking over and assessed what you just said. He found that you’re right–it’s ace’s job to get everyone in the team grounded. He gave you a smile and a nod. “Yeah, I’ll try. Thank you for the insight, [Name].”

“Oh, Hinata-kun, let me see your chin!” Asahi then watched you jogged towards the shorter orange-haired boy.

“Huh? Why?” he asked in confusion.

“You hit it when you’re doing the diving drills, right? At least let me check if it’s bruising or not.” You bent down to take a closer look, although still keeping a respectful distance from the boy so he wouldn’t be having a heart attack.

“A-alright, thank you!”

Your team didn’t stay for too long–once the last practice of the day was done, all of you were already packing to return to Miyagi. This practice camp was short, but you heard Coach Ukai mentioned that it would be even longer the moment summer vacation started–at that time, you will be staying around for a week.

Huffing, you lifted up a big luggage with the team’s necessities and began walking towards the bus in the parking lot. Ennoshita mentioned that if anything’s too heavy, you should ask for someone in the team’s help–however you were reluctant, especially after knowing all of them were certainly tired from practice match and diving penalties.

“Here, let me help you,” suddenly, the weight was removed from you. You were greeted with Akaashi’s figure with the bag in hand, you almost felt jealous on how he could carry it with ease.

“Thank you, Akaashi-san,”

After that you didn’t exchange any word as you approached the bus, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable either.

“So, how is it being the manager?” his question threw you off guard, not expecting him to start a conversation.

Laughing nervously, you replied. “It felt like being thrown into a room full of color and being doused in ice bath.”

Once again, you didn’t expect him laughing slightly at your metaphor. You cursed the moment you laid your eyes on his figure because how can someone be so goddamn gorgeous from just laughing. Your heart skipped a bit and blood rushed to your face almost instantly.

“I could relate to that,” he hummed. “Especially having someone eccentric in the team, like Bokuto-san for example.”

“Hey, hey, hey, Otohaku-chan!!” As if being called, the mentioned boy jogged towards the two of you. Akaashi put the bag onto the ground after asking if it’s okay to do so. “Be sure to join the summer training camp so you can cheer on me, alright!?”

“That’s a wrong thing wrangled into one sentence.” Kuroo commented, accompanied by his infamous smirk. “And why would you drag other team’s manager when you already have two?”

“Please don’t request anything weird to Otohaku-san.” Akaashi deadpanned.

“What?? Why!? The only one here’s nice enough to compliment me is Otohaku-chan!!”

“You pushed her into doing so, Bokuto-san. Otohaku-san, if he’s bothering you feel free to ignore him.”

“AKAASHI!!”

“Well, Bokuto do have something correct, though,” Kuroo folded his arm across his chest. “Be sure to join the summer training camp. The more, the merrier, you know?”

“I will,” you smiled. You had no reason not to join–a manager’s duty is to help the team grow by letting their mind off doing mundane things, so you would do your best to support your team.

Kuroo’s hand reached out, finding itself on your head again and ruffling lightly. “Then we’ll be waiting.”

“[Name]-san is already good friends with Fukurodani and Nekoma’s captain,” Ennoshita, who watched the interaction from the sidelines, commented. Sugawara and Sawamura nodded in agreement, smiling proudly. You were known for being rather reserved, but seeing you began to have more friends were a huge development.

“It’s good she begins to open up and make friends, but,” Ennoshite flinched from the murderous atmosphere surrounding Sugawara. “I hope they could limit the physical contact with our dearest manager, though.”

“Right? They’re too close to my liking.” Sawamura added, smiling but with menacing intent.

“Whoaa!! You’re so tall!” as if the world was trying to spite the two, Lev joined into the picture–his hand found yours and immediately had them in his grip. “And pretty!”

Ennoshita had to refrain Sugawara and Sawamura from murdering the oblivious first year.

It was quite late at night the moment all of you were back at the school. Assuming it was late, you didn’t have any reason to stay longer and need to go home as soon as possible. However, noticing how the gym was lit, both you and Yachi decided to check it out–finding Kageyama and Hinata were in there with net fully set along with volley cart.

“Huh? You two aren’t going home yet?” Yachi asked.

“It’s quite late. You should get some rest instead.” You added, knowing how harsh the practice match and penalties combined together.

“Yachi-san, [Name]-san, if you don’t mind, could you throw us some balls?” instead of answering, Hinata requested some help.

“Huh? I can do that?” Yachi yelped.

“You just have to throw the ball above Kageyama’s head.” Hinata pointed out.

“S-sure, I’ll give it a try.”

“If you’re tired, switch with me, Hitoka-chan.” You said and she nodded.

Yachi throw ball after ball for Kageyama to toss while Hinata tried to hit it–and he failed. The ball didn’t sync at all with him, his movement didn’t fully pull out because he’s too focused on the ball. It’s not just second or third, with every ball being tossed, not once did Hinata successfully spike it.

“One more time!” Hinata called out, however there’s no ball this time because they already used it all.

“Instead of practicing an attack we’re not sure you’ll ever be able to do, you should be working on the attacks we’ve been using as well as serving and blocking!” Kageyama spat.

“But if this quick doesn’t work, there’s no point in me being on the court!”

“And I told you, your will isn’t needed for that quick! I’ll give you tosses that won’t be stopped by blocks!”

“But then I’ll never get better!” Hinata argued.

This is bad, you internally said. It’s not the usual bickering the two always do.

“The prelims for the spring tournament start next month! They’re right around the corner, what do you think will be an effective weapon for us? A complete quick or an absolutely useless quick!? Huh!?” Kageyama yelled, his hand already clutching onto Hinata’s collar.

“N-no fighting, guys.” Yachi stuttered, trying her best to get situation under control. “Calm down, Kageyama-kun. You, too, Hinata…”

“I want to be strong enough to compete by myself!” Of course, the two wouldn’t give any spare second to your friend’s pleading. And Hinata’s words seemed to be the trigger that snapped the chord.

“Your selfishness is going to destroy the team’s balance!” shouting in anger, Kageyama threw the shorter boy to the ground–the sound that echoed throughout the gym made both you and Yachi winced.

“L-Let’s all be f-friends, o-okay!?” Yachi stuttered.

“Stop it you two,” you stated, making sure to said it out loud so it could be heard. “Fighting doesn’t solve anything.”

Your heart thumping against your chest, your ears were ringing from the adrenaline rushing in your bloodstream. If you or Yachi couldn’t do anything, thing would escalate to a bad degree–the worst would be fist fight. And that would result the two being suspended from club activities. Separating the two physically wouldn’t be a good thing either–as much as you want to, you’re a girl and it would be dangerous.

“I’ll toss to anyone who’s essential to winning.” Kageyama declared. “But I don’t think you’re essential to winning right now. And I don’t feel any different now.”

“Kageyama!!”

Hinata certainly didn’t accept those words–picking himself up, he threw himself to Kageyama and clutching on to him.

“Damn it, let go!”

“I won’t let go until you give me a toss!”

The second time Kageyama threw Hinata to the ground full force, you knew you had to stop this somehow. Turning to look at Yachi, who’s standing behind you, you said, “Call someone, Hitoka-chan. We have to stop them!”

“B-but, what about you [Name]-chan-!?” she yelped, not wanting to leave you alone in a place where two boys were fighting.

“I’ll be fine, now go!” Yachi immediately bolted towards the exit to search for anyone who’s near–now that left you with the two. “Stop it, Kageyama, Hinata!”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“That quick was stopped!! Today and during Seijoh’s match!”

“Are you trying to say that my toss was a fault!?”

“Enough!” You tried to pry Hinata away from Kageyama, holding onto his arm and pulled it. And it didn’t end up good for you. Maybe he was too blinded by anger or desperation or your existence currently didn’t exist in his mind, he shoved arm to shook you off.

His elbow hit you right in the stomach, which made you winced in pain and the sheer power you never thought he had thrown to the ground. If it’s only the ground then you wouldn’t have any difficulties, but you forgot there’s a volleyball cart near by and your back just happened to hit that first before the ground.

There will be bruises without a doubt.

Their yelling flew past your mind because the pain from your back and stomach already had your mind occupied. Soon, you heard another yelling and another set of footsteps. Yachi immediately ran and kneeled beside you.

“Y-you okay, [Name]-chan!? B-blood! You have blood on your arm!” she yelped, hands trembling.

At the mention of blood, you lifted your arm automatically–Yachi was right, there’s a long cut running from your elbow to your wrist. You didn’t even feel any pain from it, maybe it was being overshadowed by the pain from your back and stomach even though the cut was dripping blood.

It was a rough night for the four of you.

“This will be enough,” you said, making Kageyama stopped on his track to look at you. “My house is just around the corner. Thank you for walking me home, Kageyama-kun.”

“Y-Yeah…” he replied in stutters.

You didn’t immediately turn your back to him and walked away–because he was shuffling on his feet while looking here and there, you knew he had something else to say. Kageyama isn’t the best in pouring his mind into words, that’s why after knowing that you tried your best to be patient and let him composed himself to talk.

“Is there something you need?” you coaxed, noticing he couldn’t get his thoughts straight.

“Uh,” Kageyama lifted his hand, finger picking on the band-aid you put upon his cut from where Tanaka punched him. “Y-your arm,”

“It’s fine,” showing him the long cut, he stiffened when he rested his eyes on it. “It stopped bleeding and I already cleaned it so it’s fine.”

Silence fell between the two of you for the second time.

“Sorry…” Kageyama finally said–you almost didn’t hear it from how soft he spoke.

“It’s fine Kageyama-kun, it’s my fault anyway. I should’ve waited for Tanaka-san instead of trying to stop you two on my own.” You sighed. “I’m worried about you two more, to be honest…”

The raven-haired boy outwardly grimaced at your statement.

“But, I know everything will fall into place soon,” you quickly added, trying to ease the guilt Kageyama was feeling. “Hinata will find a way to have mid-air battles, and you will look for a way to do something with your tosses. Then in the end, everything will connect and Karasuno will have a new weapon.”

“…Yeah,”

Seeing Kageyama’s shoulders shook slightly, you understood this also took a toll on him somehow. Stepping forward until you’re one foot away from him, you reached your hand out to gently hold on to his. You didn’t really know how to comfort the opposite gender, usually you would just pull Yachi into a hug when she’s not having the best feeling. Kageyama replied to your gesture by tightening his grip on your hand.

Not caring for the time, you choose to stay with Kageyama until he let go.

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doing the bf tag with my bf.

hey, siri, does bf stand for best friend or boyfriend? (or both?)

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + youtuber au word count :: 4,691 words warnings :: none playlist :: mean it (lauv & lany) ⋆ always, i’ll care (jeremy zucker) ⋆ fearless (taylor swift) ⋆ fingers crossed (coin) ⋆ cardiac arrest (bad suns) author’s note :: this fic is a tiny bit different than my usual writing because i emphasize more on dialogue than description in order to mimic a youtube video. happy birthday to this absolute darling angel! you have the biggest heart in the universe, and thank you for sharing so much of it with the world ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

Your subscribers have always wondered if you would do this type of video countless of times, and you never thought you’d ever actually record one due to the state of your love life (or lack thereof), yet here you are.

Unfortunately, the romantic department of your life still remains very much empty though. But lucky for you, so is your best friend’s. And that pretty much works out perfectly because he could stand in for your nonexistent boyfriend in order to complete the popular GF/BF tag (along with a hidden challenge that was popular by demand and personally requested by a certain friend with a flair for baking. Now if only the frantic butterflies in your stomach would settle down just enough for you to do it).

After all, BF could stand for either boyfriend or best friend, right?

It’s also no secret that yours and Jaemin’s subscribers shipped you two together either. Heck, you may be a little delusional as well because you ship yourself with your best friend, too. Blame the massive crush you’ve been secretly harboring. But two best friends sharing an apartment and frequently appearing in videos on each of your respective channels? In the eyes of your fans, that’s basically the perfect setup for a modern day love story.

It would 100% be the greatest love story since Kat and Patrick in 10 Things I Hate About You, but at this point in your life, your story is going to be marked down as a tragedy. You feel even more hopeless and dramatic than Romeo was about his unrequited love for Rosaline. Also, that dude got over her way too quickly at the sight of another pretty girl. You wish that would happen for you, too, but your heart is much too stubborn over Jaemin.

When you had asked him if he would do the video with you, Jaemin immediately agreed much to your initial surprise. The publicity would be good though, you surmise later on, and both our fan bases would grow, so of course, he would agree. It’s not like your best friend liked you back. That would be absolutely absurd.

“Are you ready?” Jaemin speaks up, breaking your train of thought, and you’re slightly startled. He plops down in the plush pink rolling chair next to you, the chair moving back a few inches. He scooches it closer to your own chair, buzzing with excitement. You smile at your best friend, pushing down the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You nod before reaching forward and pressing the record button on the camera set up in front of you. You pull up the list of questions on your phone.

“Yeah, let's do this.”

How did we meet?

“Oh, this is an easy question,” Jaemin says, flashing his award winning smile at the camera before he throws his arm around you happily, hugging you affectionately. “It was freshman year. You ran into me. Literally. We were in the same class, and it just ended. You were trying to shove your textbook into your bag and didn’t notice where you were walking until you face-planted into my back.”

The memory is still fresh in your mind, and you remember how you had already resigned yourself to your fate of becoming good friends with the floor. But Lady Luck was on your side for once, and she sent an angel in the form of Na Jaemin to save you from embarrassment on your first day of university.

“Yeah, I almost fell flat on my butt, but luckily, Nana has great reflexes and when he turned around, he grabbed my arm before I hit the ground,” you add on, still squished into his side. He beams, eyes crinkling into half moon crescents before placing a kiss on your cheek and turning back to the camera.

Your heart skips a beat, but you ignore it. Jaemin has always been affectionate, and kisses were all in good fun. You continue on, plastering a nonchalant smile on your face. “And he said, ‘Looks like you just fell for me.’ And then he insisted that we get lunch together.”

“And the rest is history!” he exclaims happily, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You smile fondly before going onto the next question.

Where was our first date?

“The dining hall immediately after you ran into me.”

“That wasn’t a date,” you interject. “We can skip this question since we aren’t dating.”

Jaemin shrugs, waiting for you to read the next question. He murmurs faintly under his breath, “It was supposed to be one.”

We’re going out to eat, where are we going?

Jaemin answers immediately, leaning back in his chair. “The little pizza place down the block! They always make three different types of unique pizza everyday, and once they sell out, they close for the day.”

“We always go on Wednesday because they make both of our favorite pizzas then.” You chime in, and he nods enthusiastically, moving closer to the front and throwing his hands up in the air for emphasis. “They have corn and potato pizza that day!”

You wrinkle your nose slightly before leaning towards the camera. “To my subscribers, for the record, I assure you that I have better taste than that, and I love the artichoke pesto pizza with ricotta.”

What food do I dislike?

“... Corn and potato pizza,” he says reluctantly with a pout. “And kiwis. The outside is furry and creeps you out, and the fruit makes your tongue itch.”

You flash a thumbs up at the camera, and your best friend grins, puffing up his chest. Chuckling quietly, you shake your head before answering the question yourself. “And this dork absolutely hates anything strawberry flavored. And he’s lactose intolerant, so dairy is his enemy.”

“I love cheese, but cheese hates me,” he says mournfully, hanging his head down low before he jumps back up and reads the following question listed on your phone’s screen aloud.

Who is my best friend?

“Me!” Jaemin shouts gleefully, throwing his hands up in the air, and you can’t help but laugh, grinning widely at your best friend, a fond expression on your face.

“You.”

Am I a morning person or a night person?

“We’re both night people,” you say, and Jaemin nods in agreement. “You won’t catch either of us waking up before noon if we can’t help it, and we each have to set up like five alarms just to wake up.”

“It works out because we can stay up together watching movies or editing our videos,” he adds in, turning to you and smiling fondly. “And I always have a partner when I want to go on a midnight snack run to the convenience store nearby.”

Do we have a song? What is it?

“Jeremy Zucker’s Always, I’ll Care.”

“That’s our song?” You’re surprised. You were going to mention one of the go-to karaoke songs the two of you liked to belt out on the top of your lungs after a movie and wine night. Jaemin makes a great Sharpay Evans when you both want to bop to the top.

“It’s the song that reminds me of you,” he says, voice growing softer as he reaches the end of the sentence. Curse your heart for melting into a puddle. His cheeks turn pink under your gaze, and he becomes uncharacteristically shy, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Anyway, what’s the next question?”

What’s my nickname?

“Nana!” You reach out to poke his cheek, and he puffs them up before pouting at you. He reaches out and pinches your cheek.

“I call you ‘angel’ sometimes. It’s why your channel is called peachyangel.”

What's my weirdest habit?

“Jaemin eats way too much cilantro,” you state, swinging around side to side in your rolling chair.

“I do not!” he protests loudly, and you give him a blank stare. The two of you sit there in silence, not breaking eye contact until he finally relents.

“Okay, maybe I do. But you pour cereal before milk!”

“That’s not a weird habit!” You defend yourself. You are appalled at your best friend. Neither of you have ever woken up early enough for breakfast, so this has never come up before. If you would’ve known this in the past, maybe you wouldn’t be so ridiculously in love with him in the present.

“Yes, it is! Your cereal gets all soggy that way!”

“Only idiots pour their milk first!”

He clutches his heart dramatically. “Are you calling me an idiot?!”

“... So moving onto the next question—”

What do you think I’m talented at?

“Making people fall in love with you,” Jaemin blurts out, and your eyes widen at his answer as your grip on your phone loosens considerably.

“I—I mean, you’re just so approachable, and you’re kind to everyone. You care so much about everyone and everything. People feel comfortable around you, they always gravitate towards you, and you just— I don’t know, you make people feel loved,” he explains, unable to meet your eyes, and his cheeks darken. He fiddles around with the loose strand on his sweater sleeve.

Your heart swells ten times bigger and beats faster than ever. You wonder if Jaemin knows he has the same effect on everyone, too. You hope he does.

You wonder if he knows you’re in love with him and if he would love you back. You hope he does.

When was the first time you said “I love you” to me?

“Uh, we can skip this one, too,” you say awkwardly, but he throws his arm around your shoulder again, hugging you tightly. “Nope, not skipping! I have the answer to this one!”

He grins toothily at the camera before pinching your cheek for a second time affectionately. “I said ‘I love you’ when you showed up at my dorm and brought me pop tarts at three in the morning after I accidentally drunk texted you, instead of Jeno. That’s when I knew you were a keeper.”

“I did that because I felt bad about throwing up on your shoes at the party we went to the weekend before that,” you mumble, face growing warm when you remember your best friend’s drunken confession a few years back. “Besides, you were drunk. It doesn’t count.”

“Okay, fine, but we say it to each other all the time. The second time I said it was when you brought me chicken nuggets, and I was hungover, but sober.” He says, spinning in his chair.

“I can see the pattern now. You say it when I bring you food,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest with a fake pout. “You love food, not me.”

“That’s not true!” he exclaims, halting mid spin and facing you. He turns your chair towards him, moving forward to clutch both of your hands in his, and stares directly into your eyes seriously. “I love you.”

You inaudibly gulp, helplessly gazing back at him as you feel your face begin to burn, your heart speeding up in your chest. Jaemin grins, leaning back and letting go of your hand. “See? I love you!”

“Y-yeah.” You swallow hard, fumbling over your words. “You love me.”

What is your favorite thing about me?

“Your laugh,” Jaemin replies honestly, reaching out and absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of your hand as he looks at you. “Hyuck told me the other day that whenever I try to do something funny or make a joke, I have a habit of turning towards you for your reaction. It makes me kinda proud that I can make you laugh.”

You know that you’re stupidly grinning like an absolute idiot at this point, but you don’t care. You even almost forget about the camera.

“Your smile,” you answer, maintaining eye contact with him. Your smile widens when you see one appear on his face, his eyes shining brightly. “You have the prettiest smile, and I’m grateful that I’m able to see it everyday or be the cause of it sometimes.”

What film always makes me cry?

“Oh, The Lion King.” Jaemin responds automatically. “We both cry our eyes out at the stampede moment and when Simba tells his dad to wake up.”

“When we saw the live action version together, we brought along a ton of tissues with us, and he used almost all of them.”

What drink do I always order?

“Jaemin is crazy and always gets a venti iced americano with no water and eight espresso shots. He used to drink it six times a day until I yelled at him about it,” you say, shaking your head at the camera before glancing over at your best friend. “It’s seriously bad for your health.”

His lips jut out into a pout as he whines, “You wouldn't let me cuddle with you until I changed it!”

“It was for your own good! Plus, that drink tasted like battery acid!” You exclaim, and he sulks quietly before begrudgingly agreeing. You pat his head in consolation, and he grabs your hand, naturally interlocking your fingers with his.

“I drink it less now and with only two and half shots.”

If I could, what candy could I eat all day long?

“Chocolate,” you blurt out immediately. “Jaemin is a chocolate fanatic. But he’ll take anything with sugar. He has such a sweet tooth. He eats brown sugar when he’s bored. Even his boba drink has 100% sugar.”

“It’s as sweet as you.” Jaemin winks at you exaggeratingly, and you roll your eyes, turning your face away slightly to hide the smile that begins to spread across your face.

“Y/N likes matcha green tea Kit Kats.” He leans closer to the camera, peering into the lens in a serious manner. “If any chocolate companies are watching this, we are both open to sponsorships.”

If I could live anywhere in the world, where would I live?

“Here,” Jaemin says confidently, beaming at you, “You’d want to live here with me. And I want to live here, too. Because this is the bestest place in the world.” He hesitates, faltering for a moment before searching your eyes. “Right?”

Who are you to say no to that?

You smile at him. “Right.”

What am I deathly afraid of?

“You’re afraid of spiders,” he announces, “You make me take care of all the spiders in the apartment.”

“Yeah, it’s the only reason I keep you around,” you say casually, and he gasps, insulted. You give him a cheeky smile. “I’m just kidding.”

He scowls at you, lips pulled into a frown. “You better be.”

What is the first thing that I do in the morning?

“Jaemin is never awake before I am,” you inform the camera, crossing your legs. “I have to wake him up first if we go anywhere.”

“Even if you don’t have to go to an event, you still wake up early to make sure I’m awake, so I won’t be late. So that’s what you do first thing in the morning: wake me up.” Jaemin nudges your leg. “You always come into my room as a blanket burrito with your comforter wrapped around you.”

“That’s because I have to face the treacherous cold to make sure you aren’t late to your events. But you still end up late anyway because you drag me down onto your bed and refuse to let me go until we lay there for twenty minutes,” you grumble, pulling up your legs onto your chair and wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Cuddling is a good way to conserve body heat and start the morning,” Jaemin states, waving his arms around to emphasize his point.

“Really? Do studies show that it’s beneficial to cuddle in the morning?”

“I don’t know.” Jaemin shrugs, making a noncommittal noise. He smiles at you, causing your stomach to do flip flops and your heart to do cartwheels. “But it makes me happy every morning, so I’d say that’s enough proof.”

Who usually wins our arguments?

“Y/N does,” Jaemin sighs heavily, leaning back against his chair in resignation. “You always win.”

“It’s true.” You nod, patting Jaemin’s arm consolingly. “It’s tough always being right, but someone has to do it.”

“You always pout, too, and I just give in because you’re too cute,” he says casually, and you freeze in your seat. Never mind the fact that he’s implying you’re wrong, Na Jaemin just called you cute.

Good thing this is caught on camera because this means you can secretly watch this multiple times in private. And also cringe over your awkward reaction, but let’s not talk about that right now because once again, Jaemin just called you cute. You! Cute! Jaemin! Your mind is honestly short circuiting, and you can’t do anything, except nod and smile like a complete fool.

What do we usually argue about?

“Adopting,” Jaemin says solemnly. Eyes widening, you wait for a moment, but he offers no explanation. You lightly shove his chair, and he rolls a few inches away. “Nana, you can't just end it like that! You have to say more than that!”

Turning towards the camera, you hurriedly explain, “He’s talking about pets. He wants to adopt five dogs and name them after Jisung, Chenle, Jeno, Renjun, and Mark. And then he wants to adopt a snake and name it after Donghyuck.”

“She said we could only get one dog and the snake.” Jaemin scowls, slumping in his seat as he stares into the camera. “I can’t believe she isn’t letting me get five dogs. I love Jisung and all non-Jisung’s equally.”

What’s my favorite clothing item?

“It’s not even yours. You always steals my white hoodie. I haven’t been able to wear it for the past month,” Jaemin complains, and you have the decency to look a little guilty.

You play with the strings of said hoodie that’s currently engulfing your body, curling into yourself as you tuck your face into the sweater like a turtle. “Your clothes smell nice.”

“But we use the same laundry detergent.” Jaemin wrinkles his eyebrows, confusion evident in his eyes. “All our clothes smell like snuggles and cotton.”

“It’s not the same,” you insist, wrinkling your nose, and he shakes his head, lips curling into a smile. He reaches over and tugs the hood of the sweater over your head playfully.

“Okay, whatever you say, angel. You look better in them than me anyway.”

Where am I on a Friday night?

“You’re here with me, eating Chinese take out and watching Criminal Minds,” you answer, and he agrees, nodding.

“We just finished watching all twelve seasons on Netflix, so if anyone has any show recommendations, please send them in!”

What is my weirdest interest?

“Once again, my clothes,” Jaemin says, and you begin to protest but he wags his finger at you. “No, no, no, you don’t get to disagree! You hoarded like six of my sweaters in your closet. I bought you the exact same sweater for your birthday, but you still take mine!”

You silently decide that it is better to accept this defeat than correct him because you actually have seven of his sweaters and a few tee shirts as well.

Who’s my favorite YouTuber?

“Me!” Jaemin’s hand shoots up in the air. “I’m your favorite YouTuber. Next question.”

Your hands start to get clammy as you look down at the final question you have been saving for last. It’s been a good fifteen minutes, and the butterflies still haven’t subsided. If anything, they seem to have multiplied and transformed into a whole rampaging zoo complete with elephants and monkeys.

“Uh, are you sure about that, Nana? ShowMeTheMonet is really good. I also really like itsmebetch a lot.” You stall for time, staring at the last question until the words are stamped in your mind. “Dream Unsolved and Worth It are amazing, too.”

Suddenly, Jaemin is right in front of you as he spins your chair around to face him, frowning and complaining, “What do you mean I’m not your favorite? You’re my favorite! What kind of best friend are you? This is a betrayal! An insult! This is worse than Jisung not calling me his favorite! How could you do this to m—”

“Okay, okay, you’re my favorite! I’m sorry! It was a joke,” you interrupt, but he turns away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, go make a video with ShowMeTheMonet instead.” He sulks, shoulders hunched over. “If you like her so much, go be best friends with her.”

“I’m sorry! I’ll buy you all the chocolate you want after this,” you plead with him, placing your phone on the table next to you. “I’ll even buy you boba everyday for a week!”

Jaemin brightens up at that immediately. “Oh, yeah! I want some milk tea after this! Okay, what’s the last question?”

You swallow hard, nervously fiddling with the hoodie strings once more and shoving all the butterflies down to the pit of your stomach. Twisting in your seat, you move your chair and spin his around until you’re both facing each other, knees touching.

“‘Where and when was our first kiss?’”

At the immediate thought of kissing you, his cheeks explode in various shades of pink, the tips of his ears catching fire. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about kissing you daily. Heck, he had to stop himself from doing so earlier when you were burying your face in his stolen hoodie. It’s so unfair that you’re always so cute and looking so… so… kissable.

“I, uh, I don’t think I can answer that,” your best friend stammers out as his eyes dart towards your lips before meeting yours.

“But you got all the other answers right.” Your voice comes out steadier than you thought it would, and you mentally pat yourself on the back. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you pause for a moment, balling your hands into fists before uncurling them and asking hesitantly, “Should I help you out?”

“Yes.” He wonders how exactly you can help him out. Oh god, did he kiss you before when he was drunk? But you would’ve told him if he did that. What if he had ki—

A soft pair of lips lands on his.

You’re kissing him. Oh my god, you’re kissing him! Jaemin wants to jump up and shout it from the rooftops. His heart leaps from his chest, and he’s wildly cheering in his mind as fireworks explode around him before he suddenly remembers that he has to kiss you back.

And so he does.

Jaemin tugs you closer until you’re pulled onto his lap, a muffled squeak of surprise coming from you, and he laughs as he presses his lips against yours more firmly, hands gripping your thighs as you straddle him. Your arms loop around his neck, and your heart ricochets in your chest as you kiss him back until your lungs are screaming for oxygen and you have to pull away.

Jaemin positively beams at you, eyes sparkling as he leans forward and nuzzles his nose against yours affectionately. He laughs breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah, that was really helpful. Our first kiss just happened right here a few seconds ago. And now, our second kiss is about to happen.”

Your best friend closes the distance, crashing his lips against yours once more, and you kiss him back just as fervently, smiling against his lips as he does the same. Never in either of your wildest dreams did you think this was going to happen, but you sure as heck aren’t complaining, and neither is he.

When the two of you finally break apart, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, flustered, and Jaemin laughs giddily, cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling. He hugs you tightly to his chest before nudging you to look up at him. “So did I get a 100% on the boyfriend tag?”

“Yes,” you say, sitting up straight on his lap and grabbing both of his hands in each of your own, intertwining your fingers with his. “You got twenty five out of twenty five. Congratulations on your perfect score.”

“Technically, you did do the boyfriend tag with your boyfriend then, right?” he says slyly, squeezing your fingers. “Shouldn’t I get some bonus points for helping you do the tag correctly?”

You chuckle, failing to contain your smile. “Okay, fine, you get bonus points, too. You did an A plus job, Nana.”

“I’ll take those bonus points in the form of kisses.” He puckers his lips at you, and you easily comply, wordlessly leaning forward to give him one, two, three kisses.

Jaemin grins at you, positively delighted before he attacks you with kisses, peppering soft kisses onto your cheeks, forehead, chin, the tip of your nose, and everywhere else in between until he finally kisses your lips gently.

If this was a cartoon, there would be hearts floating around his head and shooting from his eyes. He leans forward again to kiss you one more time for good measure. You smile mischievously, tilting your head to the side slightly as your hands curl around his shirt. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you want for your bonus points?”

His eyebrows furrow for a split second before his entire face lights up. Jaemin carefully cradles you, picking you up as his grip tightens under your thighs. You let out a quiet squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stands up enthusiastically.

“Cut the cameras!”

One new notification: peachyangel uploaded a new video!

nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ commented:

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANGEL 🥺💗💞💖💗🤩💝💕💜🤧💖💘😭💘🌼💐🥺💖🥺🥺🥺

peachyangel replied: ily too baby 🥺🤧💖💖

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is this allowed?? there are minors here 😫 jisung look away

peachyangel replied: get your mind out of the gutter, ya nasty 🙄 we turned off the cam because he wanted to go get milk tea

jisung pwark replied: I’m 18!!!!! Stop treating me like a child!!!

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ jisung pwark stop making me cut the crusts off of your sandwiches then

big head king replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck how come you don’t cut the crusts off of my sandwiches 😭😭

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ big head king because you are a grown adult and jeno already does it for you

jenojam commented:

congrats jaemin!! :)

Starbucks Official commented:

we would love to sponsor you, Mr. Na!

FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:

OH YOU ARE NANA!!1!1!!! 🤯🤯

ShowMeTheMonet commented:

um hello i would love to do the gf tag with you! i accept!!! it would be an honor 🤩

peachyangel replied: omg yes!!!! 🥺🥺 let’s do it soon 💖

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ did… did we just lose our gfs 🤧

mork lee rawr xD commented:

hahaha nice guys ! this was really cute haha

ty track commented:

the babies are all growing up too fast ):

jeno is my favorite commented:

.... i feel so single @.@

DonutKillMyVibe commented:

let it be known that I was the friend who challenged @ peachyangel to do the challenge and hence, I am the reason these two are together 👀👀

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck commented:

someone should make an updated version of that jaemin complaining video compilation with this

big head king commented:

ayyy you all are the GOAT 🐐🐐🐐

jenojam commented:

so are we just gonna let it slide when he called everyone except jisung “non jisungs” ?

jisung pwark replied: 😎😎

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is no one gonna comment on how he called me a snake?????

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle is no one gonna comment on how much of a clown hyuck is???

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck wtf? where did this even come from

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle sorry I thought we were stating the obvious here

big head king replied: LOLOLOL

apado gwenchana god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

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Sunday Smut Concept #32

A/N: i can’t believe that i haven’t posted any smut for two consecutive fridays...it’s a bit weird tbh😂anyways, this one is crazy hot and I’m so happy that got past my recent writing anxiety a little bit to write a blurb for you guys bc this one is ✨spicyy✨it’s kinda loosely based on the “inspo” but who cares lmao...enjoy🙃

So this is hands down subby wife!y/n while older/ceo/daddy!harry is working.

Since Harry has been at home and working from his home office over the past couple of months, you’ve become incredibly needy for his attention. You were constantly looking for ways to have his eyes and focus on you and only you. From wearing the prettiest little dresses that Harry was absolutely obsessed with, to doing little things for him just to get a big cuddle or some kisses from him to say thank you, you made sure that you got some type of attention. Now along with being incredibly needy for his attention, you were also needy(well, more like desperate) for his cock. You just wanted to have his cock inside of you all the time. It could’ve been in your mouth, in your pussy, in your beyond tight second entrance, or even in your hand; that didn’t matter to you at all. All that mattered was that you got his cock. And right now, getting Harry’s attention and his cock were the only two things in your mind. You thought that you’d be able to be good and not disturb him for the entirety of the hours he’d blocked off for work but it was really hard. You couldn’t take your mind off of how good he made you feel first thing this morning. The memory of how hard he made your body shake, how he was able to make you beg for him to give you more and in one breath and make you beg for mercy in another lingered in your mind and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

This meant that you were going to were going to have to weigh what would make Harry “madder” per se; you touching yourself or bugging him while he’s in the middle of his work? Considering that you weren’t a big fan of really intense punishments, you decided to go with the ladder option. Harry was very picky with your pleasure. He wanted to be the only one who could perfectly and fully pleasure you. The only time he even considers allowing you to touch yourself is when the two of you have gone multiple rounds and he’s been unsuccessful at tiring you out. With that being said, you decided to have a go at bugging him. Before you went down though, you decided to slip on something that would make it a bit harder for him to say no. After picking through your drawer, you found the prettiest and softest set of baby pink lingerie that Harry couldn’t bring himself to rip off of you when you’d worn it before. He thought you looked too pretty in it for him to rip it off of you. So he didn’t. Which allowed for you to wear it again.

After carefully putting on the delicate garments, you adjust everything and you do a quick once over before skipping out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and to Harry’s office. As you got closer, your steps became slower and quieter, trying your best to keep some of the element of surprise in all this. When you reach the doorway, you stand quietly in the doorway as Harry continues on talking to his his employees through the screen. Instead of just lightly knocking on the door to get his attention, you decide to just stand there and let him discover your newfound presence in his office. Your hopes of not having to stand in the doorway half naked too long came true and within a few short minuets, Harry’s eyes were on you. When he sat back in his chair and looked up from the computer, his eyes and mind did an immediate double take. He didn’t know whether to address the fact that you were just standing in the doorway, the fact that you were pretty much naked and looked absolutely stunning, or the fact that his cock was growing in his pants. He also didn’t know whether or not he wanted to give your ass a couple swats for coming in when he was working or give you what you wanted. Either way, he was planning on enjoying this.

After a good minuet of going back and forth between ogling you and paying attention to he meeting he was in, Harry finally beckons you over to him with his index and pointer fingers. When he does this, you immediately push yourself off from the doorframe and make your way over to him. When you round his desk, Harry is quick to stop you in your tracks before signaling you to get on your knees and crawl to him, keeping his eyes steady on the screen in front of him. Now obviously it was to protect your modesty and keep you from flashing his employees(even though he was pretty sure someone accidentally walked in on you two in his office before). But there was a bit of a selfish reason behind his quick signaling. He just really liked to see you on your knees, especially when you were crawling and needy.

When you finally make it over to him, you waste no time laying your head on his knee and bringing your hand up his other thigh and to his lap where his cock was fully hard in his pants. When you do this, Harry’s breath immediately becomes labored and he could feel a warmth rising though his body.

“M’sorry to cut you off but uh, how about we take a 15? Stretch your legs a bit, get some water, and then we can wrap up for the day.” He immediately interjects. Upon agreement from his team, Harry is quick to turn off his mic and camera before turning out from the desk and focusing back on you. “Now what are you doing down there?” He huffs, sitting back in his chair and watching as you bring yourself between his legs, beginning to rub your face against his clothed cock.

“Want daddy to play with me.” You whine, continuing to move your face against the bump in his lap.

“M’working baby.” He coos down to you, managing to steady his breath a bit.

“M’throbbing for your cock.” You sigh.

“Why don’t you come up here so daddy can feel.” He instructs, smoothing his hand around the back of your neck and giving you a slight squeeze. In an instant, you’re removing your head from his lap, lifting yourself from the floor, and straddling Harry’s lap, dropping yourself right onto his clothed cock.

“I think daddy wants to play too.” You giggle, pushing yourself against him a little.

“He does sweets, just after he’s done with work.” He pouts, raising his hand up to your cheek to give it a little pinch. “Now lift up f’me.” He instructs, tapping your hip with his other hand. Once you’re no longer sitting on him, Harry brings a hand down between your legs to feel around. As soon as his hand comes in contact with your panties, his fingers are met with a warm and sticky mess between your legs. Your panties are essentially ruined and he can almost feel a really faint pulse in the area. “You really are throbbing doll. And made a complete mess out of daddy’s favorite panties.” He observes and reprimands.

“M’sorry.” You whisper back to him bashfully.

“S’not your fault that this cunt of yours is so greedy.” He chuckles, giving a little pat to your barely clothed and completely sticky and puffy mound, causing you to jump a little. Keeping his eyes on the area between your legs, Harry pulls you back down and begins moving you back and forth against the hard bump that is his cock. As he does this, you can’t stop the little mewls and whimpers from leaving you mouth as you enjoy the amazing feeling of his hard cock against your achey cunt. “Feel good?” He asks huffs sweetly, trying to suppress his own moans that were bubbling up in his throat, shifting his eyes up to your face. Your eyes were snapped shut and your mouth just hung open, letting your sweet moans and whimpers leave your mouth as he (with your help of course) moved you back and forth against him.

“Incredible daddy.” You sigh happily. “I want more.” You continue on.

“Daddy wants to give you more doll, but he has to get back to his meeting in a couple minuets. Can you preoccupy yourself in here while daddy finishes up?” He states, continuing to let you rock against him as he cups your cheek.

“Don’t know how.” You moan, continuing to enjoy the feeling of his clothed cock against you. When you say this, Harry immediately comes up with a solution to your little problem. See, you tended to come into his office a lot, wanting to be taken care of and loved on by him when he wasn’t exactly able to. Even though he wanted to just drop everything and take care of his girl, if he were to stop what he was doing, he’d end up loosing his train of thought and it would take a really long time for it to come back. So with that being said, Harry kept something in his desk drawer that never failed to keep you preoccupied before he was able to play with you and give you his full attention. He kept a suction dildo that was a bit smaller than his cock in his desk drawer so that you could ride or suck on that while he took care of business. He’d simply hand it over to you, and you’d suction it to the floor and just play with it until he took it away and gave you the real thing. And that’s what he planned on doing now. As you kept enjoying yourself in his lap, Harry reached over and pulled out the drawer on his desk to reveal the dildo. He quickly pulls it out and brings it down to tap at your lower stomach in order to get your attention.

“Can you play around with this while daddy finishes business? I’ll give you a treat if you can.” He offers, bucking his growing cock up into you towards the tail end, holding the sizable dildo up between you two in the process.

“Mhm s’so big.” You hum happily, wrapping your hand around the squishy and very sizable shaft of the dildo.

“But not as big as who?” He asks, tugging back on the toy.

“S’not as big as you daddy.” You hum back sweetly.

“Good girl, gimme a kiss.” He “asks”, cutely puckering his lips for you to connect yours. Without giving it a second thought, you bring your face in to connect your lips with his for a quick, sloppy, and tongue filled kiss. “Now take all of this off, don’t rip it baby, and play with this.” He instructs, completely letting go of the toy and giving your nose a quick peck.

You’re quick to climb off of his lap and sit yourself on the floor, a little bit away from him so you wouldn’t be in view, where you suction the dildo to the floor. Once it’s as secure as possible, you stand back up and you push your messy panties down your legs. And instead of dropping them onto the floor, you place the sticky panties along with your bra onto Harry’s desk since he liked this set so much. When you do this, Harry is quick to pluck the panties from the little pile you formed, bringing the drenched fabric to his nose for a smell. When he inhales the intoxicating smell of your arousal, Harry couldn’t help but relax in his chair and bring a hand down to to his cock through his pants. He then brings the fabric to his mouth to suck on it and get a little taste of you.

“S’not fair to tease daddy!” You exclaim below him.

“Well it’s not fair to be a fucking minx while m’in the middle of work. But I let you get naked and have the dildo right? So the least you could do is let me have the panties. Now how about you get to using said dildo.” He says bluntly, dropping the panties back onto the desk and sitting up in his chair. Without saying another word, you lift yourself onto your knees and position yourself right over the toy. Facing him, you then begin to sink down onto the dildo, letting out a loud gasp when you feel it push past your entrance. “Now don’t go down too fast, wanna watch it disappear into that cunt of yours.” He says, continuing to palm at his cock as you take the dildo inside of you.

“Feels so good daddy.” You sigh, enjoying the attention and feeling of being filled with something, even if it wasn’t Harry’s cock. In no time you’ve taken all of the dildo inside and as you begin to move yourself back and forth on the toy, Harry’s meeting is reconvening.

“I know it feels good baby, but m’gonna need you to keep quiet while I finish up in here.” He says, almost pleading with you to keep quiet.

“Okay daddy.” You sigh, beginning to pick up the pace of your hips on the toy.

“Good girl.” He praises before turning his camera back on and getting back into the meeting.

Over the course of the next 20 or so minuets, there is an immense amount of tension forming in the room. While you’re having a good time bouncing up and down on the dildo and feeling amazing, you’re also trying hard to not moan too loud or at all. You had a hand loosely around your mouth as the other was flat against the floor to hold your body up. You could feel the toy really pushing up into you and you were in love with how the veins on the shaft felt against your walls. On top of that, you are fantasizing about how you’d ride daddy’s cock if he wasn’t in a stupid meeting. Those thoughts only intensified the pleasure you were giving yourself. You could’ve sworn that you were in heaven from how good you were feeling. Harry on the other hand was dying. For starters he made sure to keep his mic muted. He didn’t want to keep it on and risk you (or him at this point) making a sudden outburst from the “situation” at hand. On top of that, Harry had is hand pushed into his pants, palming and tugging at his cock, trying to relieve some of the mounting pressure as he tried so hard to focus on the meeting and not on you or his cock. He was trying so hard to keep his normal straight face and not give away the fact that he was on the verge of combusting in the middle of this zoom call as well. All he could think about was how good your cunt would feel wrapped around his cock and how good it would feel to just fuck you until you’re quivering below him again.

But even though it was an enormous challenge, you and Harry were able to successfully keep your little situation a secret. You and Harry were also able to push yourselves extremely close to the edge. Precum was beginning to bead at Harry’s slit and you were feeling a warm tightening sensation in the pit of your stomach. Once Harry’s meeting was officially over, Harry was quick to end the call. Once he was sure that it was all hung up, he immediately stood up and pushed his sweats down his legs. Over the past 10 or so months, Harry really came to embrace the whole business on top and whatever the fuck he was comfortable in idea. He also hastily undid his shirt leaving him naked as well. Instead of just sitting back down and tugging his cock until he came, Harry walks over to you and stands right in front of your heaving body. When you see his big cock standing proudly in front of you, you’re quick to wrap your hand around his shaft before stuffing your mouth with him. When you do this, Harry is quick to pry your hands off of his cock before wrapping his hands in your hair and thrusting his hips into your face a couple times, causing you to gag a bit and slobber around him. Once he’s used your mouth and throat a bit, he then holds himself in your throat one good time before pulling out completely.

“Wanted to use that mouth of yours before I use your pussy.” He explains.

“M’so close daddy!” You whine out to him, continuing to grind down onto the dildo.

“Well come on sweetheart. Want you t’cum around my cock while I cum in that sweet pussy of yours.” He grunts, reaching down to tug you up and off the dildo.

Once you’re up and on your incredibly shaky legs, you’re immediately pulled up and into Harry’s arms. He then turns you both around and lays you right on the desk in front of him. Wasting no time, Harry pushes right into you, causing the both of you to let out a string of relieved moans. You were overwhelmed with the feeling of truly being full, and Harry was overwhelmed with how tight and wet you were. The both of you were at the very edge, extremely close to falling over and into your releases. Harry could feel just how close you were from the way you were clenching up and pulsating around his cock. It only took a good handful of hard thrusts before the both of you were falling apart at the seams. You were shaking and whimpering as you fell apart below Harry as you let go from the pleasure that was mounting inside. You let go so hard that you squirted all over him too. Getting his cock, part of his lower body, and his desk covered in your “heavenly drops” as Harry liked to call them. Harry too let go extremely hard, feeling thick rope after rope of his cum stream out of his cock and into the pit your stomach, painting your walls with his potent and creamy seed.

“Such a perfect and pretty little wife I have.” He admires through his pants once he steadies his breathing a bit, taking in your completely fucked out appearance. “So pretty, loves me so much, knows how to use a toy, has a perfect little cunt, lets me cum in her tummy, and lets me use her body. Absolutely perfect.” He praises. “Wanna have some more fun with daddy sweets?” He asks, bringing one of his hands down to fondle one of your breasts as he awaited a response.

“Please daddy.” You shakily breathe out to him, feeling exhausted but ready for more.

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Rockin' the Suburbs: Destiel Fic Chapter 1

Chp2 Chp3 Chp4 or read on ao3

Pretending to be married to his best friend who he's secretly in love with? Dean's totally got this under control. But pretending to be married and raising an actual toddler with his best friend who he's secretly in love with? Yeah so maybe he doesn't have it totally, under control, actually he's screwed. Fake married case fic+actual baby Jack? What could go wrong?

This was all Sam's fault.

Sam had strolled into the war room yesterday afternoon announcing that he had found a case in Sudbury, Massachusetts. Six people died, all parents, all with one kid, kids lived, but the parents, they weren't so lucky. It was in one of those Stepford gated communities where every house looked the same, "Pleasant Acres", or some crap like that. Meaning, Jody, Donna and Claire were all set to take the case, but they called twenty minutes ago saying they got caught up on a hunt in Montana. So now they were all shifting through their contacts, trying to find hunters with kids, since whatever it was only seemed to target families.

And Dean's been feeling well, weird, ever since Sam brought up the case yesterday. Something itching in the back of his mind. He's of course been trying to ignore it, but now that he's reading over the case it's getting stronger, making his twist in way he definitely doesn't want to unpack.

He glances up across the room, eyes quickly finding Cas and Jack. Cas is seated across from him on Jack's blanket, helping him build unstable block towers, just so he could knock them down.

(read the rest under the cut)

Dean's stomach twists again, and an all too familiar feeling washes over him.

Yeah, he definitely doesn't want to unpack it.

"Hey, I think I got something" Sam calls pulling Dean from his trance as Cas stands, making his way back to his chair.

"So Sarah and Mike Johnson? Jody met them, and their daughter, Katie on a hunt last year. They live somewhat close by, so I'll try to give them a call" Sam continues, reaching for his phone.

And now, Dean doesn't know why, but he felt that thing squirm deep inside him, and the next thing he knew, he was talking.

"Why don't we take it?" Dean practically shouts startling everyone, including himself.

Sam paused, cellphone halfway to his ear and Cas' head snapped up so quick Dean's worried he has whiplash.

And so Dean freezes, mouth suddenly very dry.

What the hell was he doing, why was h-

"Why don't we take the case? I mean the thing is only going after families right, and we-we've got an 18 month old super baby right here. So we cou-two of us could take Jack for a week, play house for a week, and gank the thing" Dean somehow chokes out, watching as Sam and Cas' stare with increasingly disbelieving looks.

Dean’s heart began pounding against his chest.

Dean could barely believe the suggestion to take the hunt came out of his mouth, let alone bringing the kid? Completely out of the question, way too dangerous. He's not just gonna put the kid directly in harms way, on a hunt for godsake! And yet the suggestion had rolled off his tongue anyway? Dean didn't know why.

God what the hell was wrong with him today?

But it's not like he can just take it back now that he practically screamed it, so in favor of looking like an idiot or delving into the reason behind why he said it, Dean sat in his own silent panic.

From across the table he watched Sam's face contort into about three different emotions, finally landing on something that looked like agreement.

Shit.

"Well, that might actually be a goo-" Sam started with a sigh

"You can't seriously be suggesting we bring Jack along on a hunt? It's too dangerous, we've barely even left the bunker with him" Cas immediately cut in and god Dean could kis-Dean was very relieved.

And Sam surely wouldn't argue with that. So he was in the clear. He could just forget about this whole stupid conversation like it never happened, and never have to think about it ag-

"Exactly, I mean you guys have barely left the house and Jack has barely even seen the world. I hate to say it, but I think it'd be good, for all of us" Sam replied reluctantly.

And there goes Dean's heart rate.

"Sam, we don't even know what we're up against it co-"

"I know Cas, but he'll be with us. And besides, it looks like whatever's doing this, is only taking victims with young children, not a single one is over the age of five. So it's probably better if we end up taking the case anyway, rather than Sarah and Mike, or even Jody and the girls. We're the only one with a kid under ten. Plus he's half angel, we're probably at greater risk than Jack is" Sam reasons carefully.

A tense silence fell over them, the only sound was Jack babbling to himself on the other side of the room. Dean wanted to say something, wanted to say he doesn't know what he was thinking and it's crazy and they shouldn't take the case, but his mouth wasn't exactly on his side today.

He snuck a glance at Cas who has his eyes trained on Jack.

The tension was killing him, Dean had to say something. He couldn't just let this happen because his stupid mouth started talking nonsense.

So he swallows thickly, opening his mouth to take it all back, so they could forget this whole conversation ever happened, so he wouldn't have to think about why h-

"You're right" Cas sighs, looking as if his answer deflated him.

And Dean couldn't agree more with that sentiment because suddenly all of the air was knocked out of his lungs. He must have looked like it too because Sam met his eyes across the table, leveling him with a look Dean can't decipher.

Then suddenly, a smile spread across his face, which in his experience, is never a good sign.

"Alright so, Dean can stay at a nearby hotel, while Cas and I take the nei-"

"I'll go with Cas" Dean blurted before he even realized what was happening.

He snapped his jaw shut, but apparently not quick enough. Again, Dean didn't know why he said that, but that thing was back swirling around his stomach so he assumed it had to do with whatever the hell that was. And his mouth must have a mind of it's own today because he's pretty sure he didn't tell it to start moving, let alone say that.

Dean's heart beat against his chest, face burning. He forced his eyes to look up at Sam, not daring to even glance in Cas' direction. He can't handle any look that might be on his face. What if he'd rather go with Sam? What if he's ang-

"Okay it's all settled then, I mean so long as that's good with you Cas?" Sam asked, smile turning into a smirk.

"Yes, that's good with me" Cas replied, tone unreadable.

Was he really okay with it? Was he creeped out by the way Dean cut in? Was he actually annoyed that he'd have to be with Dean?

All great questions, with sadly no answers. Because Dean would have to actually look at him, if he wanted any insight to what Cas was thinking, and that was so not going to happen. Not with his face still on fire.

"Alright perfect! I'll call the real estate agent, about setting up a house tour, you guys start packing? And oh, don't forget to think of your backstory so you're both on the same page! We can leave in the morning" Sam said with a too wide smile, as he pushed himself out of his chair. Sam stopped for a moment, giving him a look that Dean definitely didn't want to think about right now, before turning down the hall with a skip in his step.

Yup, this was definitely all Sam's fault.

Heart still racing in his chest, Dean braves a look over at Cas.

And a bit of relief floods through him when he catches those blue eyes. Cas seemed fine, doesn't look angry or disgusted at the thought of doing this thing with Dean. So he counts that as a win, and his heart rate slows a bit, but he still doesn't know what Cas is thinking, and he needs to know.

But he doesn't dare say anything, because at this point anything could come out of his mouth, and that's definitely not a risk Dean's willing to take after the mini heart attack he just suffered. So, awkward silence it was until Cas decides to speak up.

Eventually, after what feels like hours, Cas slumps forward folding his hands on the table as he stares over at Jack. Dean follows his gaze, watching Jack knock over his lopsided block tower with an excited shriek. A small smile tugs at his lips.

"Dean, I still think this is reckless" Cas sighs and Dean turns back, finding his eyes trained on him, filled with worry.

Dean's smile slips at the sight, his heart clenching and he pretends not to know the real reason why.

Things were already...weird between him and Cas lately, and now his dumbass had to go and make it worse. Because what the hell was he thinking suggesting they take this hunt, bring along the kid, and practically beg to pretend to live with Cas. Jesus, Cas is probably beyond creeped out and angry.

Dean has to fix this.

"Cas, listen I'm sorry it was a stupid idea-I don't even know why I said it. Because now we're putting Jack in danger-and it's not fair that you're gonna have to be stuck pretending to be married to me because I-I'm gonna go find Sam and we can just call the whole thing off, and he can contact that other family an-"

"Dean, no stop I want to do the hunt" Cas cut in quickly, effectively stopping Dean's rambling.

"But yo-"

"I said I still thought it was reckless, and it is-to bring Jack along I mean. But Sam's right he's barely gotten out of the bunk-we've all barely gotten out of here, so I think it'll be good for all of us. And besides Jack has his powers" Cas replied, gaze shifting back to Jack.

Dean let out a breathe he didn't realize he was holding. Cas wasn't angry at him, he wanted to go on the hunt. And he didn't seem too torn up about doing it with Dean so-

"Jack will have us to protect him the entire time. And I'm glad it's with you, I feel safer about the whole endeav-not that Sam isn't a phenomenal hunter. He is, but let's face it he isn't the world's best babysitter when it comes to Jack" Cas said turning back to Dean with an amused smile.

He's of course talking about the last time Sam watched Jack, where they walked in to see Sam trying to coax Jack off the ceiling into a laundry basket piled with blankets.

Dean couldn't help crack a smile at Cas' little joke. The squirming feeling had disappeared, leaving Dean feeling much calmer about the whole thing as he relaxed in his chair.

They'd be fine, this would be just like any other hu-

"So, Sam mentioned a backstory? Should we come up with that now, so we aren't caught off guard when someone asks?" Cas suggested, eyes staring into Dean's.

And just like that, Dean's calm had left the building.

"Uh yeah sure. Let's do th-let's start with how we met" Dean managed, now that his throat had gone dry again.

"Well, we met September 19th, 2008 in a barn in-"

"Okay September 2008, we can use that-but let's turn the barn into a bar instead? I saw you sitting at the bar alone, bought you a drink, we started talking, boom the rest is history" Dean raced, wanting very much to be done with this conversation.

"Dean, people always seem to be interested in these kinds of stories. We're probably going to need more information if anyone is going to buy it"

Damnit. Cas had a point, stupid angel always has to be right. So he puffed out a breathe, unclenching his fists under the table.

Breathe Winchester. It's just some fake story.

"Alright alright, so I saw you at the bar, you looked lonely so I bought you a drink and we got to talking. You uh...just got out of a long relationship with a bad ex, and I had just been through hell and back with my job-"

"Oh I see, like me rebelling against heaven, and you literally going to hel-"

"Yeah genius how'd you crack that cod" Dean quipped only to be cut off by a swift kick to the shin. Cas shot him a smug smile causing Dean to roll his eyes, and his stomach definitely did not flip.

Get it together Winchester

"So you helped me through a terrible breakup, and I helped you through the stress of your job. In a way we saved each other, which isn't so different from our real story" Cas continues.

And Dean swears his friggin heart stopped, Cas' words knocking the wind out of him.

God Dean should have stopped thi-

"By the way, what is your job going to be?" Cas questioned with his usual tilt of the head that definitely did not send Dean's heart racing even faster.

"Don't care you pick" Dean managed to force out, as he tried to gain control of his anxiety.

"A mechanic, I think. You love working on Baby, I think you'd enjoy getting to fix and help other people's cars for a living" Cas suggested in the most sincere tone Dean's ever heard. And how Dean somehow managed a nod of approval through his internal breakdown, he'll never know.

"Alright, so you pick what my job is then" Cas smiled softly, either not noticing Dean's panic or clearly ignoring it. Dean was grateful for either option.

Dean managed to reign in his stupid freak out long enough to get his brain working.

"A college professor-maybe like English lit or something. I know you like to read, and you always like to talk to about the books after you finish them. That is if you wa-"

"I think that's perfect, it sounds like a nice career"

"Great, so met in September 2008, mechanic and English Professor helped each other through their crap. Now they're moving to the suburbs to grill burgers in the backyard and fight to get the kid into a good preschool. Sounds like we've go-"

"Oh, we need a wedding anniversary" Cas cut in.

And yeah Dean's 100% sure his heart stopped this time.

How could Dean be so stupid, they wouldn't have to just pretend to be together (which was difficult enough within itself, for reasons he'd rather not discuss), they'd have to be married. Of course he knew this logically, but since his mouth had a friggin mind of it's own, he wasn't really thinking about the implications.

Married. To Cas. With a kid. A family.

And god, Dean couldn't even sa-no he's so not unboxing that right now.

"Uh, got married in our backyard. Just pick any date" Dean said weakly once he found his voice.

Cas was silent for a moment, expression unreadable. Then he nodded to himself

"November 2nd, 2017"

And that was the final hit. Dean was sent spiraling, losing any control he had regained.

The day Cas got out of the empty, the night he called Dean, the night Dean tried to-

"Alright, good. Sounds like we've got everything covered. I'm gonna get a start on packing, why don't you put Squirt over there down for his nap" Dean said jumping to his feet and quickly made his way to his room without a glance backwards. He feels like shit for leaving Cas just sitting there, but he had to get away before he really lost it.

Dean carefully tries not to slam his door and flops down on his bed. His thoughts buzz around in his skull, while about ten different emotions wash over him all at once. With a groan he reaches out and punches his mattress, which doesn't do much of anything seeing as its memory foam.

God what the hell had he gotten himself into.

He just agreed to be fake married to his best friend and live in a house in the suburbs with a 18 month old child.

He was crazy. He didn't even know why he said anythi-god who was he kidding. Of course he knew why he said it, he just didn't know why he let himself say them out loud. Now he's gonna have to play house with Cas and Jack for at least a week, when he can't even admit to himself th-

No. He can't let any of that get in the way. He can't throw himself a pity party just because Cas doesn-this stupid hunt was his own stupid fault, also partially Sam's (Dean's still sticking to that, thank you very much)

This is still a hunt, there are lives at stake. He can stow it. For everyone's sake.

So Dean sighs running his hands through his hair as he racked his mind for what he'd have to pack. On autopilot he began grabbing his clothes and usual crap, shoving it into his bag. As he zipped it up, his eyes landed on a box in the top of his closet.

In a flash he had the box down, lid off, sitting on his lap. Dean reached inside, pulling out two rings and his stomach flipped at the sight.

Yeah, it was gonna be a long night.

The next morning they were all in the garage packing up the trunk, getting ready to leave for their two day drive. Sam said the real estate agent was ecstatic that they were interested in the house. Must be a hard sell since the last three owners died inside.

Dean was strapping Jack into his car seat, rings weighing his pocket down, like a boulder.

"I'm gonna grab the last bag from the kitchen" Sam announced as he jogged out of the garage.

Well, it was now or never. So Dean drew in a shaky breath and walked around the car.

"Uh Cas, here" Dean said lamely, holding out a ring between his fingers.

Cas tilted his, eyes widening at the object.

"We're uh, supposed to be married right? So we need rings ya know" Dean continued unsure of how to proceed.

Cas nodded in understanding, carefully taking it from Dean's fingers, and slipped onto his left hand.

Dean gasped, and quickly tried to cover it up

"Uh yeah sorry of it's too tight, it's mind from years ago. I used to wear a few of them all the time, but they hurt like a bitch when you gotta deck someone" Dean rambled, face heating up.

"It's perfect, thank you" Cas smiled, meeting his eyes.

The squirming feeling was back, and squirmier than ever.

"What about you?" Cas asked looking at Dean's empty fingers.

"Oh! I've got my mom's old wedding ring. Had it resized to fit years ago, so I figured it would work" Dean rushed, pulling the second ring out of his pocket and slipping it onto his finger.

When he looked up again, Cas was staring at him with a look Dean had never seen on him before. It made his heart skip a beat in his chest.

"Alright! You guys ready to go?" Sam called as he walked back through the door, causing both of them to jump.

Moment ruined.

Without a word, they quickly climbed into the Impala. As Dean went to turn the key, his eyes traveled to the rearview mirror.

Jack giggling in his car seat as Cas wiggled his stuffed rabbit right above his head. Cas suddenly looked up catching his eye in the mirror, giving him a soft smile, which Dean found himself easily returning.

His eyes slid over to Sam, who was staring at the ring on his finger. Then Sam met his eyes, offering him a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

So Dean quickly snapped his attention forward, and turned the key a bit too hard.

Yeah, Dean was fucked.

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no-shxt-sherl · 3 years

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late night banter

AN I’ve started writing this short imagine a few months ago and finally found the motivation to finish it. I hope you like it.

Summary Corpse’s significant other had a bad day that lead to a spa-session with lots of fluff.

Warnings fluff. lots of fluff (i think)

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The days in quarantine seem to be longer than normal. It’s like time is no longer passing in its regular pace. I’ve been up and about all day and work just hasn’t been treating me well today. On my way home I decided that I would treat myself today and call it a selfcare-day. Making some final purchases on my way, my face began to light up a bit more as I neared the all familiar apartment complex. As I was walking into our shared apartment, I could already hear my boyfriend talking in the next room. He is playing video games with his friends and I usually make it a habit to not disturb them. I’m just dropping my bag on the counter and kick of my shoes. Feeling more at ease, I go into the kitchen to make me some tea and to check my socials for anything new going on.

After a few minutes, my tea is ready to serve.

“Babe, is that you?”, he shouts.

“Yeah, it’s me, Bubs!”, I shout back over my right shoulder.

I slightly grin when I hear his soothing voice. That man is my kryptonite, my comfort person. As I’m putting sugar in my tea, I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck and I simply lay my head back against his and close my eyes.

“I missed ya”, he speaks into my neck while embracing me tighter. I place my hands on his and begin to draw small circles.

“I missed you more, bubs”, I answered with my eyes still closed.

We stayed in this position for a few minutes and my mood was getting better and better. His hugs work like a stress reliever. I can literally feel the weight falling off my shoulders as I fully relax into his touch.

Feeling stripped of the negative energy that surrounded me before, I turn around in his embrace and sling my arms around his neck. Still smiling, I look into his eyes and admire his beautiful features. I reach one of my hands into his slightly curly hair and pull him down to me, so that our lips connect in a sweet movement. He rearranges his hands on my waist to my lower back and pulls me into him even more. Smiling into the kiss, he begins to shower me with sweet little pecks to my lips and the rest of my face. With an even bigger smile on my face, I welcome the swarm of butterflies back into my stomach and try to playfully escape his lips’ attack. It is sheer unbelievable how I still feel the same as when we first met. He is just meant to be with me and I with him.

“Is your game already over?”, I ask him as I lay my head back to look into his eyes again.

“No, we’re having a pee break just now”, he says still holding me tight.

“You should go back then before they’re wondering where you have wandered off to, bubs”

“Don’t worry about them. They’ll survive. You’re more important”, he answers while taking my face into his hands and planting another kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes and smile into his soft touch. Lifting my own hands up, I place them on his. With my eyes still closed, I grab his hands and bring them down between us. I look at him again and see the worry in his eyes. He was starting to get anxious. With my thumbs, I draw small circles on the back of his hands while holding up our eye contact, trying to reassure him.

“Don’t worry about me. I was going to the bathroom anyways to have a little selfcare-session. Just go back to your game. I’ll be okay. I promise”

I reach up to give him one more kiss to convince him to just go back to his friends and then try to walk away from him. As I was about to turn my back to him, he reaches for my hands and kisses my knuckles. He might not be the best with words, but I know exactly that he is trying to tell me with his actions that he is here for me. I give him an appreciative smile and let go of his hands.

I don’t know how much time has passed since I’ve entered the bathroom, but I took my sweet ass time in the shower and finally dressed myself in fresh and comfy clothes. With my music on full volume, I didn’t notice him standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching me while I was putting on my face mask to continue my spa-like evening. I was in my own zone and completely gave myself to my music, meaning hips were swaying and my own music video choreography was getting performed. My mood entirely shifted to the better.

Just as I was getting to my favourite part of the current song, a low chuckle caught my attention. I turned around and saw him leaning against the doorframe of our bathroom door with his phone in his hand, its camera focused on me. As I got a look at his face behind the phone, I saw him smile. I love his smile. It took a while for him to fully open up to me and give me an honest to God, almost child-like smile. First time I made him laugh, like laugh for real, I knew he was it. He is my human, my other half.

“Bubs, stop!”, I said, laughing and blocking my face from the camera’s view. He just chuckled again and put away his phone.

“This will be a nice addition to my little collection”

Not knowing what to answer to that I just playfully stuck out my tongue at him which made him smile once again.

“You can be quite childish sometime”, he said while still leaning in the doorway.

“I don’t know what you mean by that”, I said playing dumbfounded while slowly making my way over to him. He didn’t see it coming. As I was finally standing in front of him, I grabbed his head and rubbed my cheek against his. He started to laugh and tried to half-heartedly squirm out of my grip. When he noticed that I won’t let go of him, he started to tickle me. Both of us were just a laughing mess at this point.

I surrendered after a few minutes of his sweet torture and squirmed out of his touch to get a good look at my work. My face mask smeared all over his face as I had planned. He looked ridiculous with light blue stripes of facemask all over his face. I laughed at his dishevelled state.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, bubs. Was that me?” I made fun of him. He just looked at me amused.

“I guess now that it’s already on, we can both get a face mask together” I said all smile-y and innocent, as I turned away from him to grab the container with the facemask in it.

“You could have just asked me to join you, baby” he whispered in my ear as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I looked up into the mirror in front of us and saw how he smiled at me.

I turned around in his embrace and planted a small kiss on his nose. He scrunched his nose in reaction to my gesture. He looks cute that way. Corpse returned my affection with a small peck to my lips. My heart skips a small beat as we just look at each other in silence. I love him so much. I’ve never felt so at ease with another person in my whole life. He has my heart, my soul, my everything.

“Let’s get our spa night started. My face mask won’t put itself on, babe” he said while bumping his nose against mine. I grinned and started to spread the face mask evenly on his face. Tracing his features and taking in his whole face, as I do so often. He is beautiful.

As I finished putting on the facemask on both our faces and started cleaning up the bathroom, I could still feel his gaze on me. I turned to look at him and raised my eyebrow questioningly. He just smiled back at me.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you with me. I was always convinced that everything in my life is just temporarily - love, friendship, fame – but for once, I feel like this is gonna be permanent. You will be permanent in my life. I never wanna lose you”

I was used to his sudden outbursts of affection but this confession did catch me off-guard. It’s not like we never said that we loved each other. We made each other understand through other non-verbal methods. We know about our mutual feelings, but we’re taking it slow because we both get overwhelmed too easily. I know about his fears and insecurities and he knows about mine. Nonetheless, we never directly talked about our future. I felt my heart grow bigger with every ongoing second. I want this - us - to be permanent as well. He is my home and I wanna be his.

“I love you”

#corpse husband imagine #corpse husband fluff #corpse husband #corpse_husband

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sunnysviolin · 3 years

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Omotober Day Six

“Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?'

'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.”

― George R.R. Martin

The walk home had become much more fun since they had met Aubrey. Before they met her it was just him and Kel. That wasn’t to say Sunny hadn’t had fun on those walks. Kel was his best friend, and he never pressed Sunny out of his comfort zones. He did pretty much all of the talking between the two of them and only stopped periodically to check in with Sunny or get an encouraging nod. Sunny loved to listen to Kel’s ranting and wild made up stories, and he usually ended up drawing them once they got back home. But now that Aubrey was there too, it wasn’t just a walk. It was a performance.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

They continued back and forth, practically tripping over each other in their haste to respond. They had seemingly forgotten anything was around them but their ranting, facing one another as they walked and expertly avoiding obstacles with the practiced ease of those who were used to doing two things at once.

Aubrey had only joined their friend group a week or two ago, but she fit so seamlessly in with them it was hard to remember she hadn’t always been there. Kel had found a sparring partner in her, Mari finally had a little sister to spoil and do girly things with, and Hero could have made friends with a brick.

As for Sunny? Well he wasn’t too sure exactly what he thought of the girl, but he enjoyed having her around. He had never been a fan of loud noises or anger, but somehow with Aubrey it was different. She never stayed angry for long, and even when she was mad, she had never been scary.

“Did too times a million!” Aubrey declared, and Kel gave a disgusted growl, throwing his hands up in the air. She smiled smugly and stuck her tongue out at him, which only started their argument anew as Kel’s fire was rekindled by her slight.

Sunny smiled to himself as their back and forth sped up even more, and he continued to walk innocently at their side. As long as he didn’t call any attention to himself, they wouldn’t remember to drag him into it and try to get him to pick a side. Sunny couldn’t exactly remember what started their argument, or why they were still going at it after being at each other's throats since they had all gotten on the bus, but their shouting was funny.

An unexpected bark broke through his happy haze, and Sunny froze. His good mood evaporated and in its place was cold fear, dripping down his back and gluing his feet to the sidewalk. Hector bounded closer, tongue waving in the wind as he ran towards them. Kel cut off his argument with Aubrey and called for his brother. He intercepted the dog as it got to him, holding his collar fast and keeping him back from Sunny.

Aubrey gasped and clasped her hands together, squealing at the arrival of the furry terror. She skipped over, elated by the new arrival.

“Oh my gosh, who is this?” She asked, holding out her hand towards him. Hector was distracted from his mission to squirm out of Kel’s grasp and sniffed her hand with a laser focus. Once he had determined she was friend and not foe, Hector refocused his efforts to escape.

“This is Hector. He’s my dog,” Kel said, his words punctuated by pauses as Hector jerked them back and forth trying to get his freedom. Hector was only a dog, but Kel was also only a nine year old boy, and trying to hold onto an energetic ball of fur was quite the exercise.

Sunny tried to remember the steps Mari had given him for when he felt like this. Calm down.. Focus. No, he had to focus first, right? He couldn’t remember, and if he couldn’t remember the order, then it wouldn’t work. Sunny shut his eyes tight, letting black starbursts try to distract him from the pain in his chest. It didn’t work, then he was just scared he wouldn’t see if the dog came near him. He opened his eyes again. Kel was watching him with a worried look, and shame colored Sunny’s cheeks. It was bad enough to have such an overreaction to something completely normal, but Kel’s eyes on him somehow made it even worse.

“So cute!” Aubrey shrieked, not noticing what was going on between the boys. She squatted down and let Hector lick at her face, giggling in joy and scratching behind the dog’s ears. She took his face in her hands, speaking to him in a sweet baby voice, “You’re just a little lovebug, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Kel said, trailing off. He was clearly distracted by trying to manage everything around him, “Where is Hero?”

Said boy was hurrying up the street, an electric blue leash in his grasp. He was panting from exertion, the same way he always did when what they were doing required any exercise, and Sunny vaguely wondered if Hero had his inhaler with him. It was just running up the street, it shouldn’t trigger an asthma attack, but Sunny also knew that stress sometimes made them worse and could make just breathlessness pull into a full attack. On top of the fear and on top of the shame, now he also had to deal with guilt wrapping around his shoulders for causing Hero to have to run out and help him.

“I’m so sorry guys, Mari and I left the door open to get a breeze and I wasn’t paying attention to where he was,” Hero explained as he clipped the leash to Hector’s collar and pulled him into a heel. Hector walked in circles around Hero and tugged to try and get closer to the group of kids. The second Hero had him, Kel was back by Sunny’s side, blocking him and Hector with his body and quietly checking over his best friend. From around Kel Sunny spotted Mari walking over at a much slower pace, and the steel in his spine began to melt. Mari meant safety.

“Why are you sorry?” Aubrey asked, cocking her head to one side and looking around. She finally saw Sunny hiding behind Kel and she seemed even more confused.

Mari arrived with a gentle smile, walking around Kel and hugging Sunny close without words. He wrapped his arms around her automatically, breathing out a sigh and letting the tension fall out of his shoulders and onto the ground. He had felt better when Hero had intervened, but Mari was the one that made him feel safe again. If she was here, nothing bad would happen.

“Calm down. Focus,” She whispered, and the order clicked into place in Sunny’s mind. Once he knew that, he took an experimental breath. It was easier. He could do it.

“Sunny’s afraid of dogs,” Kel explained as the sibling had their moment, “We always keep Hector in our parents room when he’s around,”

“I completely lost track of time,” Hero said apologetically, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. Now that Sunny was taken care of, Kel knelt down by Hector and shushed the still whining dog, scratching underneath his chin the way he liked. Hector’s leg began to shake erratically and he held his head high to give Kel better access.

“It was an accident,” Mari replied, keeping Sunny close to her. When she worried she liked to have him right beside her, and he never minded. Beside her was the best place for him.

Aubrey hummed to herself, clearly taking in all of the information. She pulled her mouth into a thoughtful frown surveying the scene around her. The young girl walked away from where the brothers were and over to Sunny and Mari. She stood in front of him with her hands behind her back rocking back and forth on her heels.

“He’s a nice dog,” Aubrey stated, shooting Sunny an encouraging smile. She kept her voice sweet and light, the way she always talked to him. He bit the inside of his cheeks, avoiding eye contact with the girl. The shame sitting in his belly got worse.

He knew that Hector was a nice dog. Hector was the only dog that Sunny could even get relatively close to, but that didn’t change the fact that he was a dog. He was loud, and he jumped, and he licked, and the energy was just...too much. Sunny didn’t even have a good reason for being afraid of dogs, he just was. He had always been, and he always would be. It was frustrating. It was humiliating.

“It’s okay, Sunny,” Mari soothed, as if she knew what route Sunny’s mind was bringing him down. She patted his shoulder and turned to Aubrey, “It’s just something that he’s uncomfortable with, it’s not something that has to change.”

Aubrey loved Mari. She liked all of them, but Sunny knew that it was more with Mari. Aubrey looked at her like she hung the moon and the stars, and her word was law. They had only known Aubrey for a short time, but he already knew that she would never disagree with his sister.

That’s what made her next words so shocking.

“My mom says that fears should always be confronted. You can never bring light into the dark unless you open the door.” Aubrey stated, the words clearly rehearsed from hearing them over and over. She ended by holding out her hand towards Sunny, her smile never wavering.

“Aubrey...” Mari started with a sigh, her voice kind but delicately firm. Sunny knew what would come next from that tone.

Mari would gently put Aubrey down from the idea and bring Sunny back to the shelter of their house before anything else could happen. She would wrap him in blankets and hot chocolate and love and he would never have to confront what scared him so badly. It was the option he knew, the one that he should take. It made sense and it was safe, responsible even. It would be foolish to break out of what he knew and go beyond into the unknown.

But Aubrey was still holding her hand out. She still believed in him.

Sunny took her hand before Mari could finish her thought, letting himself be pulled out of his sister’s arms. Aubrey hummed a happy tune as she walked them away from Mari and back towards the boys. They were staring at Aubrey in silenced shock, Kel managing to keep a tight grip on Hector’s collar in spite of being clearly lost for words.

Aubrey, unphased and unafraid, changed her grip on Sunny’s hand and turned it so the back of his hand was facing Hector.

“So what you do is let him smell you. That way he knows you’re a friend, and you know that he’s okay with you being close to him.” Kel and Hero had taught this to him over a dozen times, but trying now wasn’t quite so stressful.

It had to be the way Aubrey held no fear or concern. Every time he had tried this before, his sister and friends had reassured him they were holding Hector tightly and that should anything go wrong, they would be here. The possibility of going wrong was what scared Sunny so badly, but that possibility wasn’t present now.

Hot puffs of air hit the back of Sunny’s hand as Hector eagerly sniffed the offered appendage. Kel still had his arms looped around Hector’s neck and Hero was holding the leash, and nothing had gone wrong yet. A pink tongue darted out and licked at his fingers, and Sunny pulled away. It wasn’t the normal jerky motion that was usually accompanied by a sudden breathless panic, he just didn’t like that feeling. Aubrey giggled and reached her own hand out to pat Hector on the top of his head.

“If you pet him, he won’t be able to lick at you,” She commented, and Kel took the silent direction to turn Hector close to him so Sunny could reach his body, “He’s really soft!”

She was right, Hector was soft. His fur was thick and glossy, clearly cared for and brushed thoroughly to keep it this nice. Sunny had seen Kel brushing Hector in the backyard plenty of times before, but now he could see the appeal of putting in all that work. Experimentally he scratched his fingernails against the dog’s body and he was rewarded by Hector giving a full body shake, turning so Sunny could get to his other side.

This was nice, unexpected, but nice. Mari was coming over now, putting a hand on Aubrey’s shoulder and beaming. Sunny turned around to look at the two of them and awarded the girl’s with one of his rare smiles, both of them lighting up at the unexpected happiness on Sunny’s face. Aubrey let go of his hand and turned all of her attention onto Hector, distracting the pooch with her baby talk.

“Are you fwiends now wiv Sunny? Yes you are, yes you are you sweet little baby,”

Sunny pulled his hand back, but he didn’t retreat. He was focused on watching Aubrey. Strong, confidant, idealistic Aubrey. Sunny finally figured out what he thought of her.

#omotober #omori #omori fic #omori aubrey #omori kel #omori hero #omori mari #heromari #sunburn #omori sunburn #omori hector

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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Can you do a scenario where reader (male pronouns) kind of outs himself as bi and then hides for a while since it was an accident and he wasn't actually ready and after some time bakugo finds him and they end up awkwardly confessing to each other? Bonus points if you can do ComfortingTM class 1A (also I just really want bi representation 🥺)

BRO BRO ur reblogs and replies always make me BAM BAM

(Also y’all ik that gif is huge but it had denki AND baku in it and i felt compelled to use it bc kamis kinda important in the story NSNDNEKWK)

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Bakugou x reader - How to Out Your Classmate

⚠️warnings - being outed by your classmate (denki) (I’m sorry denki stans), bakugou kinda bulling kami at the end kdnfjekfj

Pronouns - male, he/him

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It was something he didn’t mean to say.

Rather, it just slipped out.

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“Ne, (L/n)-kun, don’t you think Yao-momos hair is kinda sexy today? Her hair down plus that hair clip is FIRE dude!”

Kaminari slung a arm around (Y/n’s) shoulder, while Mineta smugly grinned from his seat. He wiped away a line of drool dripping from his mouth.

“Oh oh oh, her hair falls over her boobs so perfectly! I just wanna touch them at least once, ehuheuheu...”

Sero sighed from his seat. “Dude. You really are a scumbag. Stop that.”

Mineta, not missing a beat, turned to Sero with a shit-eating grin. “Oh? Why’s that? Are you gay or something?”

(Y/n) visibly stiffened from under Kaminari’s grasp. Kaminari however, didn’t notice and played along into Mineta’s joke.

“Yeah dude, kinda sus. Don’t go perving on me in the locker rooms now, haha!”

Sero sighed once more, this time with a playful smile. “Shut up, your probably more sus than I am-“

He was cut off when (Y/n) started wriggling out from under Kaminari’s arm. The three looked at (Y/n) quizzically, while (Y/n) awkwardly coughed. “I’m...leaving.”

“Why? What happened?” Kaminari leaned on the back of Seros desk.

“Well-you guys are...loud and I’m going to my desk.” Even the dumbest person could tell how tense (Y/n) was. Though, Kaminari was as dumb as he was oblivious. He scoffed, but it sounded more like a chuckle.

“What? I don’t get it, man. We were teasing Sero, not you.” Kaminari’s teasing tone felt like heaters blasting full power through (Y/n’s) body. It was strange. You always felt kind of hot when you get a little flustered. “So what part of what we said bothered you?”

“N-nothing!” (Y/n) cursed at the way he raised his voice, cursing even more at his small stutter.

“Then why are you panties in such a twist? I’m just making fun of Sero bein’ sus.”

“W-well how fun! Move, class is starting.” Truth be told, class didn’t start until 10 minutes later. When (Y/n) tried to subtly push past Kaminari, he grabbed him by the arms and blocked his way out. “No way I’m moving! You’re mad for some reason, and I just wanna know why!”

“So what exactly did we do?”

Sero rested his chin on his palm. “Yeah if you can tell us we can stop doing it, (L/n)-kun. I gotta agree with Kami on this one.”

An irk mark appeared as (Y/n’s) face flushed a darker shade of pink. Not in the good way though. He struggled helplessly in Kaminari’s stronghold, before tching and looking away.

“There’s nothing more to say-! You’re just-starting to get on my nerves and I wanna leave-!”

“Really? That’s it?” Kaminari looked at (Y/n) skeptically, before his face lit up. “Oh wait!”

“You started getting all pissy when we were talking about Yaoyorozu...and you also got mad the other day when she was talking about Bakugou...”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“..So you like Yao-“

“I don’t fucking like Yaoyorozu!”

Now Kaminari was starting to get antsy. “Then what! Why are you mad! Is it because Mineta and I were ‘perving’?!”

“I’m not fuckin’ mad about you drooling over Yao-momos boobs! I’m not mad at all!”

Students started to gather once Kaminari and (Y/n) started to raise their voices higher and higher. Kaminari’s grip on (Y/n) was long gone, though (Y/n) was too upset to notice.

“If you weren’t mad about that, you were obviously mad about that time Yao-Momo talking about how Bakugou was attractive. So what? Do you like Bakugou or something? Are you gay?”

(Y/n) paled and grit his teeth. He was full on yelling now. “Stop saying that, damnit! I don’t like boys! Y-you know that!”

Kaminari gasped comically. “Oh my god! You totally avoided my question, dude!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! Now I get it! That’s what’s bothering you so much! It all makes sense!”

Kaminari’s mad expression morphed into one that you make when you solve a difficult question. It felt like all the blood in (y/n’s) face was drained, yet all the blood rushing to his cheeks burned like fire. Sero stood up from his chair and placed a hand on Kaminari’s shoulder. “Dude, uh-I think that’s enou-“

“Your confused because you’re straight but now you’ve started to like a guy, right?! Bakugou, right?!”

Seros warning went over Kaminari’s head completely. (Y/n) dug his nails into his palm while Kaminari pried into (Y/n’s) mind with his eyes.

“I’m not confused! I’m pissed. Very, very pissed at you!”

The blond haired boy slammed his arms down on Seros table and leaned in uncomfortably close. (Y/n) wanted to step back, but if he did, he’d run straight into Sero.

“Ok. If you answer this compleeeetely honestly, I’ll let you go. Swear! And we’ll never talk about this again! Just say yes or no! Nothing else!”

Sero glanced around the room. Everyone was staring, some had their hands over their mouths, and some were whispering and asking what was going on. Sero nervously tugged on the fabric of (Y/n’s) blazer. “U-um...yo... (y/n)...Kamin-“

“Do you like Bakugou?”

“I-“

“And don’t say you don’t like boys or you’re not gay, we ‘know’ that!”

“I’m-“

“Just say yes or no!”

“N-“

“Are you ga-“

“I’M BI!” (Y/n’s) sudden outburst silenced the classroom. It was like a blow from a king to shut up the commoners. “I’M BI, SO SHUT UP! ARE YOU HAPPY?! I’M NOT GAY AND I DON’T LIKE BAKUGOU! I DONT! I-I DONT. I don’t. I...”

Stagnant air flooded the 1-A classroom. Almost immediately, (Y/n) slapped both his hands over his mouth, eyes blown wide. Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “Uh...”

(Y/n) took a tentative step back, bumping straight into Sero. He reflexively grabbed onto (y/n’s) forearms, stabling him.

“Are you oka-“

“Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) pushed off of Seros body and stumbled over a desk. He crashed onto the ground and fumbled onto his bottom. Students upon students neared towards him, all their face and voice blending together into one big, muddy pile. Their voices eventually turned into ringing, louder and louder until-

“SHUT UP!” (Y/n) rose to his wobbly legs, half running and half crawling towards the door as fast as he could. He could hear the protestant shouts of his classmates, or even the sleepily confused expression of his teacher as as flew by him in the hallway.

He guessed he was skipping class that day.

————

40 missed calls from: Mina-San domoo-!!

125 unopened texts from: Mina-San domoo-!!

23 missed calls from: Kamiii ⚡️

45 unopened texts from: Kamiii ⚡️

12 unopened texts from: Iida Tenya.

5 unopened texts from: ura-chaaaan 💖

1 unopened text from: Bakugou

(Y/n) turned off his phone. He knew if he kept it on, Mina would keep spamming his phone with text messages.

It’s been about a few days since his whole freak out happened. He’d bolt out of class the second it was dismissed, and he kept himself either locked in his room, or out of the dorms as much as humanly possible. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.

His phone buzzed again. He sighed, half expecting it to be another spam text from Mina. What he didn’t expect, was to see Bakugous contact photo on his screen, with the big green words “Incoming call-Bakugou” blaring at him so intimidatingly.

Something made him want to answer.

He pressed the phone to his ear.

“Oi.”

Bakugous gruff voice sent chills down the boys spine. His voice seemed to lock itself inside his throat, refusing to come out his mouth.

“Say something, dumbass.” Oh boy, was he trying. Everytime he opened his mouth, his throat closed up and refused to open again. Bakugou sighed harshly through the speaker.

“Stop being stupid and avoiding us-“ (Y/n) absentmindedly pressed the red “end” button. If Kaminari or Kirishima or whatever convinced Bakugou, to convince HIM to stop avoiding them, just because he ‘liked’ him, (and he totally did), he’d rather not hear it.

(Y/n) went to crumple up a piece of paper he was scribbling on, and drop it into the trash can, when it bounced on top and rolled away pathetically near his feet. His trash can was overflowing. Well, it was expected, since he was deliberately missing out on trash days just so he didn’t have to leave his dorm. (Y/n) swiped up the piece of paper, along with the trash bag lining the bin.

A few seconds outside couldn’t hurt. No one will see him. He’ll just...throw the bag in the dumpster, and slink back in before anyone knows he’s there.

————

(Y/n) hauled the trash bag into the dumpster, throwing it from out over his shoulder. He dusted off his hands and wiped forming sweat off his brow. The trash was out, no one saw him, all he had to do was slip back in his room before anyone sees him.

He huffed and turned around, immediately being smacked by a spiky tuft of blond hair. All the color drained from (Y/n’s) face. Bakugou turned his head and spat onto the dirt, clicking his tongue in the process.

“Figured you’d be here.”

”...there’s no way you could’ve-“

“It takes about a couple days for a small trash can to fill up. And knowing you, shit-for-brains, would come and take it out when no one was really watching. 5 pm, when everyone’s getting ready for dinner. You really do have shit-for-brains, shittyass.”

Bakugou may seem like a meathead, but the times he showed he was observant and intelligent made his heart tie knots around itself. (Y/n) bit back a stutter and a blush.

“W...ell, how-how’d you know I was going to take it out today? A-and to this dumpster, instead of the one on the other side of the dorms?”

Bakugou scoffed loudly, stalking closer to him. (Y/n) gulped. “This ones closer to your dorm room, even I know that, loser.”

Bakugous voice dipped, suddenly becoming uncharacteristically quiet. “...and I’ve been coming here everyday at 5 pm...shittyass...”

Bakugou was really dedicated to his scheme, huh. Just so he could see him? (Y/n)? He should be the LAST person Bakugou would want to see. Especially with what Kaminari was blabbering about. Still...It made (Y/n) feel a bit special.

But knowing Bakugou, he was just probably here to tell him how disgusting he was. Maybe he’ll start calling him ‘dick-for-brains’ instead of ‘shit for brains’. Or just plain on ‘fag’.

“Oi-stop spacing out and fucking listen to me! And don’t you dare run away until you hear me the fuck out!”

Bakugous palms flashed white, generating small blasts and he pointed an agitated finger at (Y/n). He stepped back reflexively.

“Um...well...what did you want then?” (Y/n) awkwardly fumbled with his hands behind his back, trying to keep still as much as he could. He wanted to disappear.

“Is it true?”

(Y/n) looked up. Bakugou was staring dead on, with his hands shoved stiffly in his pockets and sporting the faintest blush on his face. It was so unnoticeable, you could blink and miss it. That, and the trademark scowl, you could hardly tell if his face was red because of anger or something else.

“What is?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, fuckass! Do you like me or not?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Bakugou grunted and stepped closer. “Answer me!”

“S-so what if I do-?! You gonna call me a fag?!” (Y/n) was sweating bullets. He hoped Bakugou wouldn’t see how utterly nervous he was. Fake it til you make it. Though, he doesn’t know what he’d do once Bakugou goes flames blazin’ on his ass. He could all ready see his reaction-

Bakugou smirked. “Knew it.”

Knew it? (Y/n’s) nerves temporarily fizzled down, a wave of confusion washing over him. “...What?”

“God, do you need me to spell everything out for you? It was obvious. To me at least. Everyone was probably too fuckin’ dumb to notice.”

(Y/n) fell silent. He could speak if he wanted to, his throat wasn’t closing up, but he chose to keep silent. It’s not like he knew what to say, anyways. He was stunned into submission.

“-so I was right. Now, go out with me, Bitch.”

“Thanks. But I’ll pass.”

“I-“ Bakugou made a sputtering noise. (Y/n) wasn’t sure if he was caught off guard or sputtered out of sheer anger. “What?! Why the fuck not?!”

“Dude, how do I know you aren’t like, I dunno, being bribed by Kaminari or something to try and ‘prove that I’m bi’? Or that your just mocking me?”

“Idiot! Why the fuck would you think I’d listen to a dumbass like dunce face?! I fucking like you, you like me, I don’t see the problem here!”

(Y/n) knew he wasn’t lying. Bakugou was many things, a shithead, a piece of angry trash, but he wasn’t a liar. Still, he sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Dude, as much as I’d love to go out with you, there’s too much cons to it. I mean-first off, I don’t want people calling you a fag or anything because you’re with me...second, I’m...scared of how the class’ll take it, especially for someone like you-“

“Eh?! What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you fucki-“

(Y/n) pushed past him, accidentally brushing his shoulder in the process.

“...And third, even if I’m too scared how the class would react, I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win.”

He was gone before Bakugou could turn around.

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(Y/n) was late to class on purpose that day.

He didn’t want to risk it with Bakugou, Kaminari, anyone. He’s more afraid of the class than he is of getting scolded by Aizawa. And that was saying something.

So when he walked in the door, Bakugou gripping Kaminari’s tie and releasing small blasts in the air with his wound up hand, he didn’t know if he should replace ‘Getting Scolded By Aizawa’ with ‘Getting Murdered By Bakugou’ in his worries for today.

“Fucking idiot!” Bakugou growled, spit flying onto Kaminari’s face as he set off another blast. It was small enough not to cause damage to any desks or chairs around them, but it was close enough to Kaminari’s face to make him yelp. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Ow!” Kaminari half yelled-half whimpered. Bakugou’s hands heated up, glowing orange from under Kaminari’s chin. “Hey-HEY! Chill-!W-what did I even do?! OW!”

Bakugou slammed him against his desk by his blazer. “It’s your fuckin fault that shit-for-brains won’t go out with me!”

Another blast. This time, fired in the air but much bigger than before. Kaminari flinched. “Ah! S-shit-for...(L/n)?! How is it my fault?!”

“It’s your fault because you made him all scared and shit to go out with me! With your stupid prying ass! Now he won’t go out with me until I get you to apologize! So apologize so I can have a fuckin boyfriend! Go die!”

(Y/n) looked around the room. No one was trying to stop Bakugou from literally roasting Kaminari alive. Not even Iida. Everyone stood there, eyes locked on Kaminari or recording them while stifling snickers. (Y/n) walked up to Mina, who was recording and whispering commentary near the speaker.

“Uh...what’s happening? Why’s no one stopping Bakugou?”

Mine looked up. “Well-he kinda deserved it. I mean, he did act like a dick to you a few days ago. Bakugou’s just givin’ him a piece of his mind.” She fixed her angle on her phone, hunching down slightly in the process. “Also, glad to see you talking to us again, (L/n)~”

(Y/n) glances around the room once more. Everyone seemed to silently agree. Though, Iida looked like he was going to explode in his seat. Poor Iida. Poor Kaminari.

(Y/n) was brought out of his mind when Mina slowly panned her phone over to him. He was about to question her, when Kaminari was thrown carelessly at his feet. Bakugou kicked at Kaminari’s hunched figure, stepping on his back with his hands clenched in his pockets.

“Say it.”

Kaminari made a wheezing noise.

“FUCKIN’ SAY IT!”

“I-I’m sorry for outing you in-in front of our classmates...”

Bakugou dug his foot into Kaminari’s back. “LOUDER!”

“I’M SORRY-OW! FOR O-OUTING YOU IN FRONT OF OUR CLASSMATES-!”

Bakugou gave Kaminari a look saying to ‘keep going.’ Kaminari shot back with a face that said ‘dude. What you want me to say is fucking stupid.’

Bakugou snarled and fired another mini explosion into the air. Kaminari squeaked and looked up at (y/n), who had the most confused look on his face. Kaminari sighed.

“And...totally I don’t think that you and Bakugou are gonna get together...totally unexpected...”

Kaminari, even if he was about to be best to a pulp, couldn’t help the snicker from leaving his mouth. Bakugou, you dumb fuck. He was probably thinking back to the time (Y/n) said ‘I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win’. Even so, that was just dumb. Even for Bakugou.

Bakugou huffed contently, while Kaminari shakily pulled himself up. Bakugou thunked him on the head again. “There. Now you have no fuckin’ reason not to be my boyfriend. If you don’t I’ll kill you.”

(Y/n) hummed out of hesitation. “Ehhhh...but...”

“We allowed Bakugou to rough up Kaminari, which is a CLEAR violation of the rules, the least you could do is say yes, (y/n)-kun! Though I do believe Bakugou should be punished for his harsh actions.”

Iida jutted out from his seat, swinging his arm in the air. Everyone stayed silent for a second, until Tsuyu stepped forward. “I agree with Iida-Chan, kero. You two would look nice together.”

One by one, the class started saying how ‘cute’ they’d be together or that they didn’t care that (y/n) was Bi, much. It was different from when the class was clamoring around him, instead of all their voice blending together in one big ring, he could hear every single persons song of praise. He supposed it was alright. It wouldn’t hurt as much as he think it would.

(Y/n) sucked in a breath, and turned his head to Bakugou. He looked at (Y/n) almost expectantly.

“...fine....you win...you better take care of me, Bakugou.”

He turned his head and scoffed. “Idiot. I was gonna do that regardless.”

Mina started clapping and wolf whistling. Eventually, everyone started to clap and ‘aww’ed, before quickly rushing to their seats once they heard groggy footsteps approach the door.

A man with shaggy hair walked in. The class sat silent, staring at Aizawa. He sniffed and trailed his eyes around the room.

Setting his sleeping bag behind his podium, he pursed his lips. “Where is Kaminari?”

“W-whey...”

Kaminari was laying on the floor next to (y/n’s) seat, smiling dumbly with burn marks. He was pumping his fists with his thumbs sticking out. Everyone broke into a cold sweat.

“Would anyone like to tell me why Kaminari is out of his seat?”

Oh fuck.

Bakugou got 3 days house arrest.

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dokifluffs · 4 years

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Falling Asleep on Him | Yamaguchi, Ushijima, Osamu

Pairings: Yamaguchi X Reader (gender neutral), Ushijima X Reader (gender neutral), and Osamu X Reader (female)

Genre: more sleep, more fluff

Author’s Note: im a ‘samu simp if you haven’t noticed

Warnings: Osamu has a kid! Also post time skip for Ushijima and Osamu!

Falling Asleep on Them | Oikawa, Atsumu // Falling Asleep on Them | Tsukishima, Akaashi, Iwaizumi // Falling Asleep on Them | Kenma, Kuroo

Yamaguchi: BB 1

The metro car whisked by all the busy streets of the city, everyone and everything moving by in a fast blur

The car was pretty empty with only a few people in their own worlds, some standing, some sitting whereas the two of you sat towards the back in a paired seating

Yamaguchi felt so light and free with you beside him as he spent the day with the one person he held to dear to him: you

No one spoke or made any disturbances, the only sound came from the sound of the speedy mode of transport whizzing by over the metal rails through the city

The two of you sat peacefully side by side each other, both feeling the exact same way for each other- heart racing whenever one was near the other, when you or he came into the room, things just felt brighter and lighter

His freckles, growing confidence

Your smile, the light shining in your eyes

Yet neither of you knew about the other’s feelings

The movement of the metro itself mixed with the few hours of sleep you missed in anticipation of today slowly began to make you feel lethargic, the warmth Yamaguchi’s body was radiating to yours was like the perfect icing on top

He could see just a tiny bit in his peripheral vision the way you would suddenly rapidly blink your eyes to stay awake, how you gradually raised your hand to cover your mouth as you yawned

His thoughts were zipping as fast as the metro, part of him pointing fingers at himself for not being able to confess his feelings for you for months now, how he wasn’t even able to do what he wanted to do all day

Yet it was as if someone had heard his pleas

His heart dropped in his chest when your head bumped into his shoulder as you slowly let yourself get pulled away by the currents of sleep, your vision going in and out before the last thing you could really see was his hand

Your hand rested beside his on your leg, laid on your side with your hand completely relaxed, open for him

He mustered up the courage, feeling like his heart was beating so loud, you could hear it or that it was going to beat out of his chest before reaching your stop

He tested the waters, sliding the pads of his index and middle finger, doing his best to keep himself from being shaky

You reacted to his touch, your own heart melting as you opened your hand, palm up, inviting him in

He slid his other fingers across your soft hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, happily taking it

The biggest weight lifted off Yamaguchi’s chest, his head suddenly light as he internally cheered

“I’ve always liked you, Tadashi,” you mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your ice into his shoulder, your voice as pleasant as always in his ears

It took him what felt like forever though it was only a few seconds to process your confession

“M-Me too,” he stammered, hesitantly resting his head barely on top of yours before you held his arm with your free hand, getting one of the best little naps in your life with someone you cared about and cared about you so tenderly

He wished this metro ride would never end if it meant he could stay like this here with you, his heart as full as could be

Ushi:

You watched in awe seeing the force of his swing, the loud boom of the ball making impact with the wooden floor of the gym

Ushijima landed briskly on the balls of his feet, watching where the ball had made impact, satisfied seeing it land right on the corner of the court where he had aimed

This was working

The next game, the Adlers were sure to win

As he approached where you sat beside his bag, it made you wonder as you eyes his structure, what it felt like to be so strong, knowing how hard one could hit something

Blockers always looked as if their arms were going to break, especially against Ushijima

His strength had been growing since high school and things were only going up

You handed him his towel and water bottle you had filled as he started his hitting practice using the ball hitter mechanism- a machine built that half a basket of volleyballs on top, letting a single ball go down into the little arms that held it in one place

This allowed the player to do their approach, hitting the ball at the most optimal height they deemed fit

“Thanks,” he sat down on the wooden floor beside you instead of the bleacher his bag sat on

He had been here since this morning for his personal practice which was mainly working out and hitting, and you had come in the afternoon, staying here since

“Toshi?”

“Hm?” He hummed as he swallowed mouthfuls of chilled water from the fountain, instantly cooling his body as he wiped the sweat off his brow, the ends of his hairs sticking to his face

“How was your day?” You asked, leaning your head on his shoulder, not giving a second thought to his sweaty stench

You asked out of genuine curiosity. Was he bored being alone for practice? Having no one else to pass with but himself, no one to set for him, using a machine that held the ball in a single place every time even though in games, it would never be the same

“Mm, I’d say it was pretty good.” He thought over his day, evaluating about what stood out to him, his mind leading to tomorrow and what else he could do

He did enough hitting practice for today

He thought of tomorrow’s workout regiments and what he could add on to it to prolong his workout time itself

“How was yours?”

He turned to look to you, your head resting on his arm until he noticed it- you were asleep on him, your heavy eyes after being here all day were to shut

The entire gym was silent until the air conditioning came on, though the place was still instead

He sat still, unsure of what really to do since you had only fallen asleep on him in bed at home, not a place like this

Your chest slowly rose and fell with every breath you took, eyelashes fluttering every now and then yet they were closed and you were asleep

Carefully without making too much movement to disturb you, he grabbed his phone from his bag behind him, astonished himself at the time seeing that it was almost midnight

He knew he had been here for a long time, but not as long as today

“Y/N,” he slowly moved his shoulder back and forth to shake you awake. “Y/N.” He repeated as he tapped your leg beside him. “Let’s go home,” he spoke, voice deep and silky smooth in your eats as he gathered his belongings in his bag when you stood, stretching your body out

After a quick clean up and clearing the court, the two of you were off, his hand holding yours securely to head home

Osamu:

He peeked his eyes open as he laid in bed sleepily, the blanket covering half of his body, releasing his bare upper body as you trudged into the bedroom, your feet dragging a bit over the carpet

You let out a big yawn that shook through your body, the tears instantly cascading down your cheeks that made it seem as if you were crying

Crickets chirped outside, cicadas buzzed, filling the atmosphere with their noise as the full moon was close to reaching its peak in the clear night sky

The mattress springs squeaked as they strained under the weight of your knee as you climbed into bed, sliding yourself beneath the covers to join Osamu

He opened his arms, welcoming you into his embrace to which you happily joined, instantly burying your face into his toned chest, his muscular arms enclosing you in

Now that you were here, there was nowhere you could go - though you didn’t want to regardless

“S/N finally fell asleep?” His voice was dipped deeper than normal from the exhaustion fro work coming to take over his body now that he was relaxed in bed

“Mmhm,” you hummed

You rest your head on his arm as your personal pillow as his hands rest on your lower back, circling under your shirt at your smooth skin

He smelled so clean, you melted being so close to him after being home all day, having little to no contact with him as he worked and you stayed home to take care of your son

He was the light of you guys’ life but never slept no matter what you did

Compared to what you’ve read and seen online, it took twice as long to get your son to sleep and he woke at the lightest sound

You drifted wordlessly into sleep in a matter of moments in Osamu’s hold, your legs intertwined beneath the blanket, his body blocking the dim lamp light on his night stand behind him, casting you in his shadow

He reached his hand close up to your face, caressing your cheek, taking in this time that you were asleep to make up for the hours upon hours he had missed today and recently as he worked at his restaurant

The first thing he noticed were the bags under your eyes that were clearly formed over these past weeks with your newborn son

Your breaths were short and light, tickling his chest and neck as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over your cheek, holding the face of the love of his life, soaking it all in that this was his reality with you beside him in sickness and in health, til death do you part

“I’ll do more,” he mouthed into your forehead as he leaned close, pressing gentle kisses repeatedly to solidify his vow to you as aching guilt bubbled like magma inside of him

The restaurant’s popularity was growing, making the days busier than ever

This meant the days started earlier and ended later. He would be gone by the time you woke and be back when you were fast asleep, most of the time in your sons nursery to hold him as he slept

How Osamu wished he could lift the two of you into his arms to bring to bed with him, to ignore the world and responsibilities on his shoulders if it meant he could spend just a day with you and your guys’ son

To hold the two of you so close, nothing could take either of you away from him

He carefully turned, reaching behind him to not wake you, and switched off the lamp with a click of the knob, letting the room be engulfed into darkness with the faint pale moonlight shining in behind closed curtains

“You are my everything…” the last thought that surfaced in his mind as the lethargic feeling swallowed him, his nose being filled with the scent of you, his hold never leaving you but only loosening

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please-buckme · 3 years

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A Broken Heart.

Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Chapter 3

Chapter warnings: cursing, drinking, 18+, very slight mentions of sex

Chapter summary: Just how okay are you, Sheriff?

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Lee knew the second he went home that night he’d regret it. He stayed late at the station just to avoid his wife and her snarled, red hot face that she always wore before having her daily yelling match with him.

His brakes screeched as he pulled into the dusty driveway. He shut the door as lightly as possible, hoping Laura-Jean was asleep and he wouldn’t have to deal with her mouth. He turned his keys ever so slight, unlocking the front door to his home and cracked it just enough to walk in, only to see Laura-Jean waiting for him. She had a cigarette in one hand and a crystal glass with just a splash of whiskey left inside.

Lee sighed, “So, you found my whiskey.” He threw his keys in the ball that sat on the coffee table. Then, he removed his hat and jacket, hanging them on the coat rack. “How was your day-“

“Cut the crap, Lee” she hissed, slamming the glass on the coffee table. “You know I heard about it. About you seein’ that girl.”

“When did she become ‘that girl’. You was best friends once upon a time. When did y’all stop being friends?” Lee asked rhetorically, pretending to think on it for a second, “oh, that’s right. When you masterminded your way into my life and left her with nothing and nobody.”

“Oh no, baby. We weren’t friends the second you two started datin’. She just didn’t know it, yet. And it was you who left her heart broken and alone. I wanted you and you wanted power. We’re a fuckin match made in HELL, BABY!”

“CHOOSIN’ YOU OVER HER WAS THE WORST MISTAKE I EVER MADE!” Lee shouted. “We’re both SO GODDAMN HAPPY, NOW, ain’t we.” He huffed, feeling his heartache when he thought about y/n being alone all this time and not being able to be there for her.

“You made your bed, Lee. Know one forced you to do anything.” Laura-Jean took a drag from her cigarette and wiped away the same tears that fell every night.

Lee loved Y/n more than he ever loved anyone in his entire life, but at the time he thought he loved his job more. When he heard she’d skipped town he was devastated. Devastated that she left, of course, but more devastated that he’d created a situation to where she felt she had to leave. Lee hid his feelings well in public but behind closed doors he was a complete mess without her.

When he heard she was back in town, he wasted no time in going over to see her. He wanted her to open the door and greet him like nothing had ever happened. He wanted her to leap into his arms and kiss him so softly, so tenderly like she used too. Things definitely didn’t go as planned.. either time he’d seen her.

The problem was, Lee had worked so hard to get where he was and to give it all away for Y/n? He just wasn’t sure he was ready for that. He loved her with every inch of his crooked heart. He knew deep down that she’s the only one for him and not even Laura-Jean could take that away.

Laura-Jean dubbed out her cigarette before coming face-to-face with Lee, “I don’t wanna hear about you talkin to that girl again. Am I clear?” She snarled that ugly snarl he’d grown to hate.

“Trust me, I’m sure she doesn’t wanna talk to me anyhow.” He sighed and picked up the crystal glass to finish off what remained of the liquor inside.

“It’s going to be okay, Mrs. Huckleberry. I’ll head home right now and call the station. Those scoundrels won’t get away with this.” You grinned, walking your elderly neighbor up to her front door before heading back home.

Nothing says welcome home like a smashed in mailbox. At least nine of your neighbors, including you, got their mailboxes bashed. You weren’t too torn up over it; it probably needed replacing anyways. To seem more neighborly,though, than your momma ever was at least, you decided you’d make the call to the police station for all the mailbox victims.

To no avail, the line was busy, probably more than just your neighborhood that got hit. So, you decided to go to the station before work. You’d make a quick statement and get out of there as quickly as possible to avoid any more contact with Lee.

It only took you 20 minutes to walk to the stations from your house. You looked nice considering you’d be heading to work right after this. You wore a fitting, brown skirt with a matching blazer, matching shoes and a white, cotton turtleneck underneath. Your cat eye glasses sat perfectly against the bridge of your nose and you decided today was an updo kind of day.

Just like when you went to the grocery store, everyone was watching you as you walked into the station. You went up to the secretary and cleared your throat when she didn’t acknowledge your presents.

“Sheriff’s not here.” She said never even looking up.

You sighed, “I’m not looking for the Sheriff. I need to talk to someone about my whole neighborhood getting our mailboxes smashed in.”

She smacked her gum, “mhmm.” She flipped through the magazine in front of her, still ignoring every advance you’d made.

“Gosh you know, It’s my first day as a secretary,too, I hope I’m at least as half as good as you are.” You give her the fakest smile you could muster.

She finally looked up, still smacking her gum, “It ain’t my first day.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m not meanin’ to insulate ya.” You poured your lips, “Now, I’m just tryin to get what I need so I can be on my merry way. You can help me with that, can’t ya?” You nodded your head, frowning down at her as your voice carried a patronizing tone.

She scoffed before standing up from her chair, “Follow me.” She led you to one of the back offices where you saw an old friendly face.

“Karl?” You beam

He looked up and immediately wore the friendliest grin you’d seen in days.

“My my my, I heard you was back in town.” He stood from his chair and walked over to you, “Look at you. You don’t look any different from the day you left. Besides the tears and all.” He giggled.

“Too soon.” You said with a smile as you punched him in the shoulder.

“Well, what can I do you for? Unless you really did just come here to catch up.”

You bit your cheek, “No. I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t know you was a police officer, now, or I would’ve come by.”

“Well, I am the Sheriff’s best friend, of course he’d want me to be his right hand man.” He frowned, knowing the effect even his name would have on you, let alone his title. You’d honestly hoped he’d ditched him as a friend after everything that happened between the two of you. But Lee was his best friend. You couldn’t blame him for having a shitty guy for a friend. He and Lee were like brothers, it was stupid of you to think you’d change any of that.

You cleared your throat, only to break the silence, “Right, um, I need to report something. Me and a few of my neighbors got our mailboxes smashed in.”

He nodded, I’ll get the paperwork ready, please, have a seat.”

The filing cabinet wolfed open as he searched for the paperwork. Once he found it, he came back to his desk, filled out the form and highlighted where you needed to sign, dated and write your statement.

“I also need the names of your neighbors that got hit. Lee and I’ll go by later and get their statements.”

You hummed, “great.” Nothing pleased you more than to know Lee would be in your neighborhood again. Before you could dwell on it, Karl spoke again.

“You know, I’ve missed the hell outta you.” He grinned.

“Oh yeah?” You smiled, peeking up through your eyelashes before looking back down to finish your statement.

“Of course. Outta every girl Lee dated, you were my favorite. Laura-Jean’s just… a frigid bitch.” You giggled at his honesty.

“Well, I can’t say I feel bad for him. He got what was comin to’em.”

He chuckled, “Ah, hell, you ain’t wrong. I rung his neck for what he did to you. Toldl’em to go after you.”

Your heart sunk. Someone told Lee to come for you and he chose not to? You thought it’d just been because he didn’t know where you were, but by the way Karl’s telling it, he did know. He knew the whole time and just didn’t give enough of a shit about you, or your feelings for that matter, to go after you.

You couldn’t help your curiosity, “W-why didn’t he?”

“Stubborn. I- look I’ll tell you this but if you tell anyone I’ll deny it.”

“Just tell me, Karl.” Your heart was pounding and you weren’t certain as to why, yet. Maybe you were still holding onto hope that your Lee wasn’t gone. That under that hard shell your sweet, charming, wonder Lee was just waiting for you to bring him back to life.

“Laura-Jean don’t let him drink ‘cause all he does is talk about you. Sayin’ how much he misses you and lettin’ you go was the biggest mistake of his life. I pulled him over twice when he’s drunk out of his mind, but.. I think he’s on his way to you. I never asked though.”

You sat there, your mouth suddenly dry. How were you supposed to respond to this? Lee had been nothing but rude to you since the second you got back into town and now this. Now you truly did know he was just as messed up as you were. You hid the tiny smile that tried to crack through your trembling lips. He was just as messed up as you were.

For so long you’d blocked out all your happy memories with Lee and as you sat there trying not to grin like an idiot, the memories all came flooding back. Every kiss, every touch, every look, every groan and grunt, every ‘I love you’; everything. Your Lee was always glowing and happy, with a smile that made butterflies fly around in your belly every time you saw it. Your Lee was a cool summer breeze on a hot day; smooth and welcoming. Your Lee was the first snow in winter; surprising and astonishingly breathtaking. Your Lee was your Lee. But that’s it.

The Lee you came home to was an entirely different man, one you’d never met before. Now, instead of a crisp winter morning he was a harsh winter night; frigid and brutal. This thought made the butterflies disappear in your belly and the almost-grin to completely fade.

“I- I finished my statement.” Is all you could say. You were done talking about Lee.

Karl frowned, “Alright,” he said, taking the paper as you stood. “Well, hey, you’re welcome to stop by anytime. I really did miss you, Y/n.”

You gave him a soft smile in return, “Thank you, Karl. That means a lot, but you know I’m gonna avoid this place like the plague.”

He chuckled, “Fair enough.”

You said goodbye and headed back towards the front of the station. You got your usual glares as you walked through the lobby and to the door, but nothing mattered right now. Your heart was once again in pain. Having drudged up all those beautiful memories with a man you so loathed was killing you from the inside out. You wanted nothing more than to forget him and coming back to town surely was not helping you with that. A car pulled up as you walked with your head down. You didn’t look up to see who was driving, you just dodged and waved, trying to find your way back to the sidewalk.

“Y/n, wait!” Lee called from behind you. Before you could even think to keep walking you turned and looked at him as he stood by the cruiser. Your breath hitched in your throat and you cursed under your breath.

“What?” You asked, folding your arms.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I don’t know what came over me and I feel awful about it.”

“I don’t care, Bodecker. But if you wanna make it up to me, you can make sure that I never see your face again while I’m here. I’ve been here three days and I haven’t gone one without seeing your goddamn face. You’re the reason I left but you sure as hell ain’t the reason I came back.” A tear fell down your cheek. Your energy was completely drained by all the events of the morning and you still had work.

“I’m curious, you still like those chocolate shakes down at Ruby's Diner?” He asked, scratching his head.

“Seriously? Did you hear a word that just came out of my mouth, Bodecker?”

“Just answer the damn question, Y/n.”

You sighed, “Yes, okay. I haven’t had one in years though. Not since-“

“Our last date.” He finished for you. He turned on his heels and opened the passenger side door to the cruiser. “Get in.”

“Are you crazy? Why in the hell would I go anywhere with you?” You looked at him in bewilderment.

“Well, I think if we’re gonna coexist in this town, we need to talk and there ain’t no better way to talk than over a chocolate shake from Ruby’s.” He smiled, knowing how much you used to love those shakes.

“I- I can’t. I got work.” You said, looking down at your feet. Everything was telling you to not get in that cruiser, but your heart was practically pulling you to it.

“Where at?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Billy’s auto shop.”

“Ah, hell. You’ll be fine. I’ll drop you off after and explain the whole thing. Please, Y/n, get in the car.”

You sighed as your feet shuffled back and forth. You could just walk away and go to work as planned. You didn’t need an explanation and you really didn’t have to get along with him. You’d only be here a few months and then you’d never have to see him again. But, for some reason, your heart spoke for you before your brain even had time to think.

“Okay.” You whispered and hesitantly walked over to the cruiser; getting just close enough to smell Lee’s fresh aftershave. The second he closed the door your heart sank. We’re you really doing this and why the fuck was it so easy for him to persuade you? You wondered if maybe Karl hadn’t told you what he did then maybe you wouldn’t be here now.

Lee got in the driver's seat and buckled up, “You ready?”

“Yeah.”

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