#I wrote this half asleep and no one looked it over lol all mistakes are mine

[howdoyousleep3]

Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: Notable Tags: Established Relationship, Daddy Kink, Manhandling, Clothed Sex, Rimming, Dirty Talk, Blowjob, Drinking/Tipsy, the use of the word pretty because Steve is on his way to drunk and thinks his Bunny is the prettiest thing in the whole wide world A/N: There wasn't a doubt in my mind that this day belonged to these two. I don't normally write from the Daddy's point of view, and I've never written from 3DWD's point of view, so hopefully you can enjoy that. Thank you to my sweet sunshine, @ywecanthavenicethingsanymore for helping me work out some details. She is the expert after all. 🙇 These two are so madly in love and aren't afraid to show it, it's disgusting. Sluts! 🥰 Read on Ao3 here. Enjoy babies! 🧡

Steve is in love. 

He watches from across the room as Bucky tips his head back and giggles at whatever it is that Nat says to him, swaying backwards with the force of it, Nat blessedly reaching to grab his elbow before he sends both himself and the cup in his hands tumbling to the floor. Even with the moody lighting he can see the flush of Bucky’s cheeks, the way it crawls down his neck. 

Steve’s never seen someone so beautiful in his entire fucking life. How did this angel end up falling for such a sorry bastard like himself? 

Bucky giggles again, Steve barely able to hear it over the blare of the music but knowing exactly how melodic it sounds from memory alone. His cock swells another fraction of the way, the very visible line of Bucky’s bare throat just begging for Steve’s mouth. 

He’s been hard in his jeans for hours, stopped adjusting himself as soon as the sun went down and therefore the lights throughout Nat’s apartment. He can’t help it when his Bunny is so happy and carefree and ethereal. 

Fuck, he’s so in love.

Steve is easily the oldest person at this party. The people that mill about are ones ten, fifteen years his junior, are ones from Bucky’s office, friends from college. He’s lucky he still has the love for a good party running through his blood because if he didn’t, he’d be absolutely fucked. Rarely does Steve feel his age and tonight, he almost feels like he’s creeping well into his fifties

Nat sure does know how to throw one hell of a party. When she called Steve to set it up in celebration of Bucky getting a promotion, Steve couldn’t agree fast enough. 

“I know how to throw a barbeque and a block party, but I can’t say I know how to throw one worthy of this kind of celebration, kid,” he had told Nat on the phone, and she had brushed him off respectfully with a laugh. 

“Don’t worry, old man— we’re gonna throw it back to college for this one, Bucky’s favorite. I’ve got it covered.” 

Steve had an idea of what this meant based on what he knows about his Bunny and stories he’s told Steve about his time in school, but to see Bucky tonight, to see him so carefree and loose, has left the older man hard in his pants and soft in his chest. To see him work tirelessly to deserve praise, after going above and beyond at work to design and decorate the house of the Governor himself, to see him accept said praise— Steve is truly, madly in love. 

There’s nothing more special than seeing your partner loved and appreciated. Steve is reminded of that now.

And for the hundredth time tonight, he’s reminded of how he fell head over ass for this boy, feeling that familiar zip up his spine when Bucky easily finds his gaze amongst the group, from across the room. The heat that builds in Steve’s groin is ridiculous when the younger gives him a hot, knowing look. Bucky sucked him off right before they left for the party, easily dipped to his knees and let Daddy use his throat as they shared a shower. That was mere hours ago and here Steve is aching in his jeans, insatiable for anything Bunny will gift him with. 

Steve isn’t above admitting that Bunny’s looks are what easily reeled him in from the first night they met. Buck is pretty all over: pretty pink lips, pretty eyelashes that frame pretty ocean eyes, pretty and graceful fingers and thighs. Bucky will never fail to take his breath away, to make his dick hard, and if Steve witnesses Bucky accept yet another compliment from another partygoer like the way he is now, he’s going to fucking explode. 

Look at how his Bunny glows. 

The man who shakes Bucky’s hand stands a bit too close to him for Steve’s liking, but he makes no move to head in their direction. He trusts Bucky and he’s only a few strides away from them anyway. When a hand comes down to gently grasp Bucky’s forearm in conversation and when Bucky’s blush is visible from here, Steve almost smiles. So transparent. Steve adores that about his Bunny, how he can always tell what’s on his mind, how there’s no hiding from Daddy. 

He brings the bottle in his hand up to his lips, takes a swig of it as he watches on. 

This man is obviously hitting on Bucky somehow, which Steve has to admit is bold. He must not know Bucky very well, must not have been privy to the way he and Bunny rarely wander outside of reach from one another. Yeah, that’s it; this kid just isn’t observant. Steve reminds himself of that once more when the stranger doesn’t drop his hand from Bucky’s arm as he continues talking. Steve downs the last of his beer, places it loudly onto the kitchen counter. 

He doesn’t like this feeling in his chest, this foriegn emotion of such caged possessiveness, the urge to claim. Bucky is his, he belongs to Bucky; never will he doubt that. It doesn’t stop his heightened attention, his urge to shake this stranger’s hand from his partner’s body.

But then Bucky is doing just that, much more politely than Steve would have. He looks up over at Steve, easily finding him without needing to look around, giving him a soft, knowing smile. Bucky is apparently not the only one that is transparent. 

He then gestures towards Steve, points at him. My boyfriend, are the words that Steve thinks he sees Bucky’s lips form, and just like that the foreign feeling of possessiveness melts away and molds into something different—

Lust. 

Pure, unadulterated lust. 

This feels good in Steve’s chest, burns pleasantly as he watches the man look in Steve’s direction and begin to apologize. Bucky brushes his mistake off, is graceful yet again, and that’s it for Steve. He’s crossing the room in a few strides, saddling up close to his Bun with his cock throbbing against the zipper of his jeans and his insides screaming for joy that this beautiful man just so easily and publicly staked his claim on Steve himself. 

“Steve, this is Brett. He—“

Steve barely looks at Brett and nods at him, gives him a curt, “How’s it goin’?” without waiting for an answer. He ensures Bucky’s hands are empty by placing the cup that is in his grasp on the counter, meets Bucky’s confused gaze with a wink before he’s bending and tossing his Bunny right over his shoulder. The copious amount of beer he’s had could be to blame for the brazen, neanderthal kind of move, but Steve wouldn’t deny someone who blamed each possessive, provider, Daddy bone in his body. 

And bless his beautiful heart, Bucky’s first reaction once he’s over Steve’s shoulder is to giggle. 

“God, I love you, Bun.” 

“Steve, we can’t leave yet. We’re—” 

“Not leavin’ yet, baby. Natasha!” 

Steve works his way through each room, Bucky tossed over his broad shoulder, until he finds a hallway. A hallway inevitably leads to more bedrooms and Steve needs a bedroom for what he wants to do to his Bunny. 

“Nat!” 

“Steve! What are you doing! People are looking!” Bucky shouts, hands swatting at Steve’s backside, his ass. Steve chuckles knowingly, slaps his own hand up and over Bucky’s own plump rear end. 

“As if you don’t want people to see your Daddy toss you over his shoulder, honey. You hush. Natasha!” 

He finds her in the living room amongst a large group of party goers who are playing flip cup, a game Steve hadn’t played before tonight but was rather good at. She doesn’t look surprised in the slightest that Bucky is over his shoulder and, for some reason, he feels a bit proud of that.

“Bedroom?” Steve practically grunts. She immediately squints her eyes at him. Bucky pinches his ass once more.

“Steve…” 

He starts to back away, unable to wait any longer, steps slow but pointed. Gone is his brain and in its place is the dig of his cock against his zipper. 

“Natasha. Bedroom.” 

“Steve, you aren’t about to—” 

“I am,” he states pointedly, turning around in the direction of the hallway. “Tell me a room, woman. Or I’ll go out of my way to find yours!” 

“Steven Grant! Nat, he won’t do that, he—” 

“Second door on the left. You better clean up after yourselves, you animals!” 

He doesn’t even bother turning on a light; he closes the door behind them, marches up to the bed, and tosses his Bunny down onto it. He can tell right away that Bucky is a bit miffed, huffing at such treatment, but Steve knows that bite in his mood is smoothed out when Steve crawls over him nice and slow, predatorily. His lips press into as many sweet bits and pieces of his Bun as he can reach, sucking on the skin over his Adam's apple, nipping at his chin. 

When he reaches Bucky’s lips, he can’t help but moan, tongue running against the corner of his mouth. Feeling Bucky open up for him, his legs and his mouth and his heart, has him damn near purring in an instant. 

“You’re impossible, you know that?” Bucky mumbles between kisses, his body responding to its Daddy by sending his fingers up and through Steve’s hair, his hips naturally rolling against Steve’s erection. “Just…just out here throwing me over your shoulder at a party, Steve? Really?” 

“Yes, really,” Steve rumbles, emphasizing his words with a punch of his hips, drinking in Bucky’s blessedly sugary noises as his back arches beautifully into Steve’s burlier body. He can feel how hard his Bunny is beneath him, how stiff his dick is, and his mouth waters at the heady sensation of him being the reason Bucky is so hard. 

“Seeing you like this, Bun, seeing you out there being the center of attention like you deserve…god, sweetheart.”

Steve can’t finish verbalizing his thoughts for the younger man, that tightness in his chest from earlier returning. He huffs into Bucky’s jaw, whines as he reaches between their bodies for the front of Bucky’s jeans. When Bucky breathes his name, that familiar dreamy edge to his tone, Steve presses his palm against Bucky’s denim clad dick. He strings together whatever thoughts he can manage before his mind is completely submerged with thoughts of pleasing his baby. 

“I just…I need to make you feel good, wanna fuckin’ eat you alive. Lemme make you come, just…come on, Bun— Let Daddy make you feel good.” 

“Fuck, Steve. You…you make me feel good all the time, you don’t need to—” 

“Don’t gimme that shit,” Steve warns, finally able to unbutton Bucky’s jeans, shoving at the waistband of them impatiently. “Daddy knows what he wants and he wants his Bunny squealing. Now roll over, I’ll make it quick for you.” 

There isn’t a sweeter sight than Bucky’s bare peach of an ass. It’s thick and juicy and unfairly round and Steve throws a proper fit if his mouth isn’t on it somehow every single goddamn day.

He doesn’t bother to take Bucky’s shoes or jeans off; he shoves his pants to his ankles and drops to his knees next to the bed in the process. He gives his briefs the same treatment, but not before pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Bucky’s dick over the material of them, inhaling and then growling throatily. He knows how much Bun likes the deep noises he makes, how much they make him ache, so he lets out another one as he digs his teeth into the inside of one of his thighs. 

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Bucky all but moans, neck flushed and so pretty when he lets his head fall back onto the made bed. It could be blamed on the copious amounts of liquor he’s indulged in tonight, but Steve would like to think he has this great of an effect on his baby. 

“Yes you can,” is all Steve says, squeezing tightly at Bucky’s hips, pulling at them as he gives himself a few seconds to take in the sight of his future meal. He leans forward with yet another hungry noise, takes the pretty pink tip of Bucky’s dick between his lips, slurps at it happily. The placement of their bodies is awkward given the rushed nature of their time in this bedroom and Steve’s impatience, and it’s only a few seconds of suction before Steve is grabbing and flipping Bucky onto his front. 

Bucky moans like a slut, throaty and happy, as he always does when Daddy tosses him around and where he damn well pleases. That ache in his chest grows when he hears it, when he watches Bucky stretch out along the bed in a way that is all things feline and sensual. 

This boy is in his element. Steve did this. 

His dick is harder than steel in his pants. 

He brings a hand down onto one of Bucky’s ass cheeks tightly, watches as it jiggles and then smacks the opposite one, digs his fingers into the cushion there. 

“Show Daddy what he wants to see, c’mon,” Steve mumbles almost distractedly, pulling on the meat of Bucky’s hips eagerly. “That’s it, show Daddy where you want kisses.” He expects Bucky to tip onto all fours, for him to raise his backside up right to Daddy’s mouth, but the air is sucked right from his lungs when Bucky reaches back and spreads himself wide. 

Goddamnit. 

Pretty and pink and bare just like Bucky likes, just like Steve in turn adores. Steve’s mouth waters just looking at his boy’s pussy, his tight little asshole and his perfect set of balls. The way Bunny presents himself feels like an offering, temptation at its finest. But then Bucky is moving, arching his back and wiggling into position for a moment, before he’s in the most decadent and vulnerable of positions for Steve to enjoy. 

Steve is in love. 

“Make it messy, Daddy,” Bucky whines where he lays. 

Fuck, he’s so in love. 

Steve wastes no time. With a happy Daddy noise he dives in, pressing wet kiss after wet kiss to Bucky’s asshole, to his taint, down the seam of his balls. He kisses Bucky’s pussy in the way he’s been wanting to neck in a dark corner of this party all night long: open-mouthed and deep and filthy. He french kisses the little hole he’s going to fuck later as if he’s going to walk out of this room after this and drop dead, never getting the chance to do so again. 

Bucky writhes where he lays, hands still holding his ass open for Daddy as he squeals. Steve takes over in an instant, shoving the younger’s hands away and cracking his palm across the meat of Bucky’s ass so he can feel it shake against his face. He squeezes and slaps and purrs against the skin of Bunny’s ass, against his pussy, his beard growing wetter by the second thanks to his enthusiasm. 

“Steve…Daddy, feels so good,” Bucky slurs, words sounding luxurious, and Steve purrs, slick kisses turning into ones with suction, sucking at Bunny’s rim in the exact way that makes his toes curl. Bucky’s appreciative moan goes right to Steve’s dick, his own purr turning into a moan as well, one he makes sure to press into the hot skin of Bucky’s sac. He stops to slurp one of Bunny’s balls into his mouth, first one and then the other, lapping at his sac until Bucky’s noises begin to get breathier and shorter. 

“You already close to comin’ and I’ve only had my mouth on you for two minutes?” Steve intends to chide, but his voice comes out laced with awe and appreciation. 

“You weren’t joking when you…fuck, when you said you’d make it quick. It just feels too fuckin’ good, Daddy. Suck on my balls again, gimme kisses again…” 

Bunny could ask Steve to do anything in that pouty, spoiled tone of voice and Daddy would do it without thought. He does exactly as Bucky asks, mouthing and lapping at Bucky’s heavy balls, giving each of them the treatment they deserve. He pulls at each of them, slurps around his mouthful and hums so that there’s no doubt in Bucky’s mind that Steve wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than between his legs. 

His baby needs more though, he knows this, sees it. Bunny hangs heavy between his legs, his prick leaking and angry, ignored. He tries to rub his thighs together while still keeping himself open for Daddy’s hungry mouth, but he’s getting more and more frustrated by the second, huffing and whimpering. 

Steve coos into his kisses, into the swirls of his tongue back up and around Bucky’s rim, when he reaches an arm around Bucky’s waist and closes a fist around his dick. 

Bucky’s squeal is loud enough to remind Steve that they’re at a party, that even though each and every partygoer is aware that Steve pulled Bucky away from the group, it doesn’t mean he needs to drag this moment out. He brings his palm back around and spits into it before returning it to Bucky’s dick. He smears the spit around, gets him good and wet before he begins to jerk Bunny off with enthusiasm, the end goal in mind. 

He flicks his wrist expertly around the tip of Bucky’s dick, earnestly strokes him from root to tip again and again, finding the rhythm of his hand in time with his mouth. He hears himself making noises, deep animalistic ones, ones that are laced with pure pleasure as he eats at Bucky’s ass and jerks him off at the same time. He can barely hear those noises over Bucky’s own though, and he pulls his head back in order to pause and appreciate them more. 

He did that. He is turning his baby into a stupid, stuttering mess. He is the one that has the honor of licking Bucky’s boy pussy, of sucking on his balls, of fisting his dick. He’s watched him be fawned over all night long, has watched him receive well deserved attention. This is his baby. No one can do this to his Bunny but him. 

He growls.

“I’m gonna fuck this hole later,” Steve tells him matter-of-factly, almost sounding distracted as he rubs his thumb around his puffy rim, pressing it in. “I fucked it this morning when I woke up and I’m gonna fuck it again before I go to sleep tonight.” 

His groan is one he feels in his toes as he watches his Bunny’s tiny hole suck him right in, transfixed, and he can’t help but lean forward with a hum and press kisses around his digit. 

“But Daddy, wan’it now. Fuck me now,” Bucky pouts beautifully and for a moment, Steve almost considers making that happen. But he can still hear the music coming from the other side of the door and he’s reminded they aren’t in their own home. He remembers that this is a party for Bucky and he’s taken the Guest of Honor away in order to eat him out. 

He tightens his fist around Bucky’s dick, jerks him off without holding back to distract him from his neediness, his wants. He slurps around Bucky’s rim, removes his thumb before replacing it with his tongue, fucking it in and out of his needy hole.

“No honey, no. When Daddy comes…when Daddy drops his load in this sweet, sweet pussy, he wants it to be a fuckin’ big one. He wants his load to be one you deserve, sugar, one worthy enough of wettin’ you all up inside. Want my balls to ache for you, want—” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, I’m coming. Daddy, I’m—!” 

“In my mouth, come in my mouth, baby.” 

Steve’s got Bucky flipped onto his back in an instant, swallowing him down to the root and moaning. One hand moves in time with his mouth, the other massages and tugs at a handful of Bucky’s balls. There are hands in his hair then, Bucky tugging at the strands in a way that makes his own achy cock throb. He only has a moment to appreciate the taste of pure Bucky on his tongue before the younger man is sobbing and shooting off down Steve’s throat. 

He can feel the intensity of Bucky’s orgasm in the way he shakes, in the way his hips roll up into Steve’s face slowly. Bunny tends to be someone who is quieter when he comes, more of a wild, feral thing right up to the point of his orgasm. He pants as he spills down Steve’s throat, stomach rippling and thighs trembling as Steve drinks down everything he has to offer, down to the last salty drop. 

Steve pulls back slowly when Bucky is done coming, sucking greedily at the tip of his dick before letting him fall from his mouth and swallowing the last of his come. Bunny is panting where he lays, heaving in deep, irregular breaths.Gorgeous. He bends his head and rests it on Bucky’s stomach, pursing his swollen lips and kissing him there gently. 

“Holy shit, Steve,” Bucky sighs after a moment, letting out a noise that sounds like a giggle. Steve just hums, resists the temptation of crawling up into the bed with Bucky; if he did that, they’d be staying the night, and the hardness of his cock cannot be ignored. 

It takes him but a minute to piece Bucky back together, to pull his briefs and his jeans up his legs. Clean up is minimal, as is discussion, and Steve is grateful for the quiet moment to pull himself together and slip back into party mode, to talk himself into ignoring his own erection. Bucky is only slightly wobbly on his feet when Steve pulls him to the door, chuckling when Bunny somehow finds the crook of Steve’s neck and begins to purr in it, greedy hand grabbing at his still-hard package through his jeans.

Slut. 

“Daddy?” 

“Yeah, baby?” 

Where Steve expects an “I love you” or a joke about pulling Bucky away from his own party, he gets a whisper of, “Can we stop and get McDonalds on the way home? I want fries.” 

Oh yeah— he’s so in love.

[atsumulogy]

WHEN YOUR CO-WORKER CALLS HIMSELF YOUR “WORK HUSBAND”

synopsis: how he reacts to your co-worker calling himself your “work husband”

featuring: miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, & iwaizumi hajime. fem!reader.

content warning(s): jealousy, possessive boys, weird co-worker, suggestive at iwa’s part 😵 sorry my hands slipped lmao. also grammar mistakes … have mercy i wrote this kinda half asleep + use of wife

naia’s footnote: yk that work wife thing? yeah, that but with a twist with the hq men 🤭 jealous scenarios are my guilty pleasure LOL i wrote this when i was supposed to be doing smth actually productive 😓‼️also i got carried away w atsumu’s haha

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! rb’s & likes are appreciated

#01 — WHEN COMING AS YOUR PLUS ONE IN YOUR OFFICE’S FANCY EVENT, MIYA ATSUMU didn’t want to admit it but he kind of expected to be fawned over by your female colleagues — not that he wanted them to! It’s just … expected, seeing how absolutely hot your husband is (the expensive suit and tie and all). What he did not expect was being introduced to your … what was it? Ahh, yes, “work husband”.

The absolute audacity and sheer nerve of this bastard to call himself that in front of him, the actual husband on the documents and in your heart.

Work husband. He scoffs silently, face scrunching up in irritation, poking his cheeks with his tongue instead of making a fuss in this exclusive event where lots of important people are present. As much as he cares for obliterating this man in front of him, he cares more about you and didn’t want to cause you any issues with your workplace.

(Though, if this ugly scrub touches your arm again and joke about Atsumu being the side chick, he wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t cause a scene.)

Besides, the 24 karat gold necklace hanging around your neck with his initials attached to the chains and the elegant ring on your finger makes it painfully clear that your self-proclaimed work husband has no chance against the Miya Atsumu.

BONUS:

Atsumu may have acted mature about the situation while in the event, but behind closed doors he was whining and grumbling about that annoyin’ scrub.

“— like I still can’t believe he had the guts to say that in front of me!” He scoffs, face scrunching up again, his mouth forming a scowl. “Work husband… tsk, i’m yer only husband! hell, i’ll be yer work husband, house husband, and every other fuckin’ husband title there is!”

Instead of informing your husband that it doesn’t work like that, you nod to every word he said every time he looks at your eyes to back him up on his rant.

“Yes baby, I know. Now why don’t we get you a trophy with all those husband titles, hm?” You jokingly offered, patting his fluffy blonde hair.

Next week a package arrived carrying a shiny gold trophy with the words “Miya Y/n’s only house husband, work husband, and everything else in between” customized on the front <3

#02 — OIKAWA TOORU SCOFFED AFTER SOME IRRELEVANT, MEDIOCRE, UGLY MAN introduced himself as your “work husband”, somewhat offended because someone dared crown themselves a self-proclaimed title as your work husband — like that bastard is even worthy enough to be breathing the same air as you!

He recognizes this man to be the man you ranted to him about that was inappropriately acting like he’s close with you and many other women of your office.

Wanting to do you and the other women of your office a favor, he decided to humble him.

“Last time I checked, there was no side piece. And if there were to be a side piece — which will never happen by the way! — my wife would pick someone better looking than you. As you can see she has great taste, since she married me and only me. But you should know that by now, hm? Our wedding was even on the news!” showing the ring on his finger, wiggling it even to show emphasis, his tone and his (threatening) smile was friendly, but you all know that it was anything but that.

Oikawa Tooru is an intimidating opponent, both in and out of the court.

#03 — NEVER IN HIS 25 YEARS OF LIVING HAS IWAIZUMI HAJIME met a more annoying and repulsive person such as the man in front of him that cockily and casually called himself as your “work husband”.

You felt his beefy arms tighten around your waist, he leans in to you closely, his hot breath heating up your ears as he asked you with low voice, however still (purposely) loud enough for the guy in front of you two to hear. “Baby, do you even know him?”

You nodded, “He’s just some guy in the finance department who’s really weird, Hajime. I don’t even remember his name. Sato? Aoki?”

The man before you deflated, his cocky stance nowhere to be seen as he scoffs defensively, “It’s Nakamura —”

“— Yeah, sure, well my wife and I have somewhere else to be now. So goodbye Ishikawa-san.” He purposely used a different name — politely even, to mock him and push his buttons.

“It’s Nakamu —”

“Bye Sato-kun!” You played along with your husband’s petty antics, waving him off before locking your arms around Hajime’s before snuggling close to him as you two walked away. The both of you bursting out laughing once you guys think the guy was far away enough to not hear you two.

“Have you seen his face! He deserved that humbling experience!” You snorted, Hajime rolling his eyes as he remembers the guy.

“Okay but who even is he really? Is he always so flirtatious with you? What even is a work husband? Last time I checked, I’m the one who gave you that new last name of yours.” He grumbled, irritated at the thought of that bastard flirting with you at work when your husband wasn’t there.

“Aw, babe, you know that you’re the only one for me.” you patted his cheeks affectionately, smiling at him while giggling.

He does. He knows it, a bit too well at times. So he sighs and he lets it go. Because he knows that at the end of the day, he’s the one you come home to, he’s the one you cling onto while watching your favorite shows, he’s the one that rests his free hand on your thighs whenever you two go for a drive.

And tonight, he’s the one that will lay you down on the bed and touch you, talk to you, and feel you in ways that only he can do.

© ATSUMULOGY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ANY FORM OF PLAGIARISM OF ANY OF MY CONTENT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.

[momowritings]

Hello - I absolutely love how you write Shunsui! Could I request a scenario that’s him and a female reader? Like him flustering her and not realizing it’s because she’s never seen him with his hair down before?

oooo this is real cute let’s break it down. slightly suggestive at the end, just a smidge. i also wrote this on my phone so i apologize in advance if there’s any mistakes i didn’t proofread lol

Shunsui pressed himself behind you, half teasing, half guiding you through the onsen. He hasn’t stopped grinning since you both arrived, and his infectious smile was spreading to you. You both giggled when he finally dropped your belongings on the floor next to the bed and kissed your temple.

You had offered the idea of coming to the onsen in the first place. Tasks in the soul society was piling up fast, persistent and complex problems that were chipping away from Shunsui’s usual playful behaviour. You felt like you hardly see your lover at all even though you both now lived together. It would be short meet up in the night, with you either half asleep or already snoring by the time he got back, and you leaving before the dawn after you found him snaked around your body just to kiss him goodbye.

You didn’t like it. Shunsui complained about it as well. The other captains were starting to get worried when he was no longer cracking jokes around them, or not teasing Nanao, or even worse, saying “no” to a nap so that he can finish his work earlier to spend more time with you. The statement had everybody clutching their chests and Mayuri wanted to run an experiment on the man when he heard that.

Jushiro, bless his soul, stopped by your barracks to see you in the same despondent manner and sighed. He was aware that physical touch and quality time were important for both you and his best friend, which is why he suggested for you to take a vacation and it was like the storm clouds cleared from your head. Why have you never thought of that? Were soul reapers even allowed to take breaks?

Apparently they were, and you and Shunsui made sure to take advantage of it. You reserved a couple of days and a room at the onsen and sighed wistfully. The view getting there was gorgeous, with green rolling mountains and puffy clouds of whipped cream. You made sure to get a private one, as you weren’t to keen on sharing Shunsui with everyone. Now in your room with the hot spring just outside you stared at the steaming water, already feeling more relaxed that you have in weeks.

“Don’t just stand there. I’m going to get cold all by myself,” Shunsui said behind you. Your turned around to roll your eyes but stopped short when you looked at him. Shunsui always had gorgeous hair. The soft, wavy locks beckoned you to comb your fingers through the strands and you did, all the time. His signature hairstyle was a low ponytail decorated with his hair pins. At most you’ve seen his hair without the pins, but never out of the ponytail completely.

It draped itself over his shoulder, molding around his face to enhance his features. It must’ve been the healing air of the onsen as his hair was shining like silk and the slight breeze from the open back door danced through his hair. It was like you were seeing Shunsui for the first time and found your tongue stuck in your throat. When you caught his eyes you felt your face heat up and then you quickly looked away from him.

“What? What is it?” It didn’t help that his top half was completely bare. His robes hung dangerously low off his hips and he held onto your waist, not letting your hide your face from him for too long. Now in addition to your face you felt heat pooling at your core, getting embarrassingly wet just from looking at him.

“It’s nothing! Just go— get in the water,” you gasped. He started to undress you the same, pushing your robes off your shoulders and kissing the bare skin. He looked up at you with those seductive grey eyes and smiled into your skin. “Without you? Why would I do that?”

You prayed that he couldn’t hear your heartbeat banging against your ribs. “Because I said so.”

“You don’t really mean it,” he pouted. His hand rubbed down your body, not stopping until he undressed you and his eyes lit up from your body unobscured.

“Shun—“

“Let’s get in the water first.” He scooped you up with ease bridal style and walked into the water. It enveloped you both and you immediately sighed. You could feel the tension leaving your body and Shunsui positioned your legs around his body so you sat on top of him with nowhere to hide. You thought closing your eyes would calm you heart rate but the way his hands massaged your body only sped it up.

“Is there something bothering you?” It was an earnest question. You could hear the concern in his voice and you slowly peeled your eyes open. Once again you were taken by his beauty. You couldn’t believe that this was the first time you’ve seen him with his hair down.

“You’re gorgeous,” you mumbled, and a smile grew on his face.

“Is that a problem?”

“Yes. A big one.” You cupped his face in your hands and shook his face. When you couldn’t handle the eye contact anymore you dropped your head in his shoulder.

“You really like me.” You heard the shit eating grin that accompanied that statement and bit his shoulder. “I like you too,” he laughed. A real hearty laugh that you haven’t heard in a while and it filled your ears pleasantly. “More than like. Maybe I’ll go a little crazy and say that I love you.”

“What’s not to love?” You asked without missing a beat. You lifted your head off his shoulder and combed his hair back with your hands. Water dripped down his face that made him sparkle in the sunlight. You placed a tender kiss on his lips that had him following your mouth when you tried to pull away and smiled. “I love you too.”

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[saythenamecabebe]

You're Losing Me...

A|N: Sorry if this sucks. I wrote this while I was half asleep, don't ask why, lol. I recommend listening to Taylor Swift's song 'You're Losing Me'. But yeah, I hope you guys enjoy it. Let me know what you think. There might be some parts of the song that I cut off because it would've been too long, and yeah. I'm not good with long stories, lol

Warnings ⚠️: break up, cheating. I'm not sure what else. I forgot

Pairings: Junkook x reader (mentions of a Suga and Jimin)

"I don't understand," Jungkook says.

"I know you don't," I tell him. "But we can't continue to live like this. It feels as if this relationship hasn't been working for quite some time, and I feel like I'm just trying to hold onto the last thread of hope that it would eventually go back to how it was. I hoped that you would've left her, but you never did. I loved you so fucking much, sadly I still do love you, but I had to come to terms with the fact that you don't love me anymore. You chose her over me, and that's fine. I just can't do this anymore."

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't.

Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

I was truly hoping by some miracle that it was just an insane prank and hoping that Jungkook would never do a thing like that to me, but the ache in my heart reminds me that it truly hppened. I looked out of the open window, the sun had gone down hours ago, and no light was left in the cold room. Darkness is all I see and feel. Darkness that swallows my frame, darkness that's slowly seeping into my soul and mind. I sigh, and I slowly get up from the couch. I close the window and head upstairs to my room.

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix

Always risin' from the ashes

Mendin' all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow

'What do I do now? Do I throw everything away, or do I keep it? Will this pain eventually go away? Or will it forever make a home in my heart?' I sigh, and I open the door to my room and take a look around. What was once colorful is now dull, black, and grey filling the room. Tears blur my vision and roll down my cheeks. My heart was aching as I looked at the bed that was once ours. 'Once ours'. I wipe the fresh tears away with my sleeve and head to the washroom. As I finish washing my face, I grab a towel and dab it onto my skin. I walk out and lay on my bed. I sigh in exhaustion as I feel my body sink into the mattress. I turned to the side where he slept and grabbed the pillow. It smelled like him. My eyes begin to water again, and I wipe them away. Refusing to shed any more tears for him. It's his fault for cheating, not mine. I feel my eyes beginning to shut, and sleep consumes me.

Birds chirping, the gentle morning breeze hits my skin. I lay on my back and stretch my stiff body. I get up from the bed and into the washroom. It feels as if I was hit by a ton of bricks, so I turn on the shower in hopes that will help relax me. I hop in the hot shower and instantly feel my sore muscles relax.

Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losin' me

~*FLASHBACK*~

"Why?!" I yelled. "How can you be so selfish and throw everything away?!"

He stays silent while looking at the ground.

"SAY SOMETHING BECAUSE YOU'RE LOSING ME!"

He snaps his gaze to me and starts sobbing.

"It was a stupid mistake. It didn't mean anything," Jungkook said. "I-I....I didn't...I was just...so lonely. Being away from you for months. Not being able to physically be with you. Took a toll on me, I went out with the boys and got drunk. I bumped into her, and it just happened. Baby, I'm sorry. Please, I can't lose you."

"Don't call me baby. You have no fucking right to call me that right now."

"Y/N, please, I'm so sorry. It will never happen again, just please give me one more chance."

"No"

"Baby, please"

I look at Jungkook. His eyes were red, and his hair that was once neat was now messy. My heart aches at the sight of him, his hand touches my face, his finger caressing my cheek, and I lean into his warm, soft touch. He wipes away my tears as I do the same for him. He grabs my hand and leaves kisses on my knuckles.

"O... Okay," I say. "Okay, Kook. I forgive you."

He smiles, and he gives me a kiss. We break apart, and he kisses my forehead. I sadly smiled as I wrapped my arms around his waist, and I held him as I felt my heart with a heavy feeling.

Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

"Kook," I say, trying to get his attention. "Jungkook!"

"Yeah?"

He looks at me with an annoyed expression on his face.

"You've been on your phone this whole morning. Can you please put down your phone? We haven't talked for weeks and I would like to have a conversation with my boyfriend."

"Fuck off, you can't tell me what to do. Plus, it's the boys discussing about the comeback."

"Koo-"

His phone dings, and he smiles at the screen. He rushes to get his jacket and shoes on. He grabs the keys from the bowl at the entrance.

"Don't wait up," he yells out. "I love you"

I get up and carry the dishes to the sink.

"Yeah, love you, too." I sadly say.

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

"Today's our 5 year anniversary, baby," I smiled. "Since you're coming home early today, I'll make you your favorite dish."

"That sounds great," he says. He goes to the put his shoes and jacket on. "I'll be home soon"

"Okay, be careful. Please be home around the time you said you'll be here, Kook. Otherwise, you're sleeping on the couch tonight. No pillows, no blankets." He laughs and shakes his head.

"I'm serious, Kook," I said with a frown.

"Okay, okay, baby. Well, gotta go meet up with the boys. Bye, love you."

"Love you, too."

He closes the door, and I sigh.

"I guess..."

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12:40am

Tears slowly make their way out and onto my cheeks. I wrap the food and put it in the fridge. I make my way upstairs and lock the bedroom door. I head to the walk-in closet and take off my bodycon red dress, and I put one of his shirts on that was lying on the floor from the night before. I sit on the chair where my desk is at. I wiped my makeup off, and I tied my hair up in a messy bun. I go to lay on the bed when I hear keys jiggling downstairs. I can hear Jungkook take off his shoes and jacket, and him walking up the stairs. The handle jiggles.

"Baby?"

I stay silent. He sighs, and I know he's running his hands through his hair.

"Baby, I'm sorry I got so caught up at work with the boys. Suga hyung made me do a verse over and over again until he was satisfied."

I wanted to yell, 'BULLSHIT, you were with her. I know you were', but I kept quiet and waited for him to leave.

"Open up, please."

Nothing. He sighed, and I heard his footsteps fading away.

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're runnin' down the hallway

And you know what they all say

You don't know what you got until it's gone

The days go by, and I still carry this unwelcome feeling in my heart. But I'm hoping this feeling is wrong. Jungkook has been working every day and comes home late. I don't get to see him anymore because when morning comes, he's gone before I'm up, and he comes home when I'm asleep. The last time we got to spend time together was two weeks ago for 10 minutes, and it was spent arguing about him working late or staying out with the boys and coming home so late. I sigh and head to the kitchen, and pack up the cold food. I put it in the fridge, and I lay on the couch and turned on the television.

The sound of the door being closed woke me up. I rub the sleepiness away and sit up.

"Hi Kook," he froze but relaxed and took off his shoes.

"You didn't have to wait up"

"I know, but I wanted, too. We haven't seen each other in days"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, baby. I've just been busy at the studio."

"It's okay. Are you hungry? I can warm up the foo-"

"No, I'm fine. I ready ate, Jimin hyung ordered food, and I was hoping to just head to bed."

"Okay, that's fine. Let's get some rest."

Jungkook took off his pants and changed them into sweats. He took off his shirt and tossed it to me. I put his shirt on and took my pants off. We climbed into bed. My back faced him, and he wrapped his strong arms around me.

"Love you," Jungkook said. I kept quiet.

~*Jungkook's POV*~

As Y/N fell asleep, I watched her. I watched how her beautiful hair spread around the pillow, the way some of her hair fell onto her beautiful face. I pushed the strands away from her face, and she looked so peaceful sleeping. I knew once she didn't say I love you, too. I knew I had lost her right there and then. I have no one to blame but myself. With one last look at her beautiful face, I wrapped my arms around her and fell asleep.

~*End of Jungkook's POV*~

~*END OF FLASHBACK*~

How long could we be a sad song?

'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army

Frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

And I'm fadin', thinkin'

My head was pounding from all the crying and due to the stuffiness of locking myself up in the house for months. I go to my closet and put on my black jeans, a white tee, and comb my hair in a messy bun. I head downstairs and put on my back docks. The afternoon breeze and warm sun caress my skin. I head to the park and sit down on the grass near a lake. I stay seated here for 30 mins wondering, 'Why did I ignore what I felt when I forgave Jungkook? Is it my fault that Jungkook decided to seek comfort in someone else? Am I really not a lovable person? Girl, it has been 8 months since you left him. Get over it already.'

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a dog ran up to me. The dog nudges my hand, and I giggle as I pet it.

"Hey bud, you lost?"

He whines, and I hear footsteps approach us. He wags his tail and I tense up when I hear the person speak.

"Bam, I told you not to run off like th-Y/N?"

I turn to face Jungkook and wave.

"Hi"

"It's been so long. You look great," he says with a smile.

"Thank you, you do as well," I respond. There's an awkward silence, and just as I was about to bid him a goodbye, he speaks.

"Y/N, can we talk somewhere private?"

"Uhhh...sure?"

"Mine or yours?"

"Mine's a 5 min walk from here. If you're okay with that?"

"That's great," he says. "Come on, Bam."

He grabs Bam's leash, and we make our way to my house. We arrive at the house, I open the door and let them in. Jungkook takes off his shoes and Bam's leash.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"No, I'm fine," he said. "Thank you."

It was silent once again. I look down at my lap and play with my hands.

"Y/N," Jungkook begins. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through, I'm sorry for saying the reason I did what I did was because I was lonely, I'm sorry for ignoring you for days, maybe even weeks. I'm just sorry for everything. I hope you can forgive me."

"Jungkook, I don't know if I can forgive you, but one thing I do know is I'll never forget what you did. I felt so worthless. It made me feel like I didn't deserve anyone to love me. I kept blaming myself, kept thinking it was me who drove you to the edge. It was me that made you seek comfort in someone else. But after these months, I've come to realize that it's not me who's at fault it's you. You didn't appreciate anything that I've done for you. I gave you everything I had. I gave you all of me, and it still wasn't enough."

I looked up at Jungkook, and his eyes were red. His hands curled up into a fist and uncurled.

"You were enough, you still are-"

"Jungkook, please don't make his any harder." I sighed. "Please leave Jungkook"

"Do something, babe, say something" (say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing (got nothing)

To believe

Unless you're choosin' me"

"Y/N, please, I'm sorry."

"No," I say. "I can forgive you, Jungkook, but like I've said before, I can't forget the damage you've done to me. That time we were together, I wanted you to choose me, to love me, but you chose her. Due to that, you lost me, Kook. No matter what you try to say or do, my heart will not start for you like it once did. So don't make me ask again, Kook."

He nodded and walked to he door Bam, following behind him. He tied he leash back on and sighed. He turned o face me one last time and sadly smiled at me.

"I'm really sorry, but I know you will not change your mind. But you were right about one thing. None of this was your fault. It was my doing and now I'm paying the price. I hope you have a great life, and I hope you find someone who will treat you right." He says. "Goodbye Y/N"

He exits the door, and I sit back down on he couch. My shoulders feeling lighter than before, and I head upstairs to my room. I change out of my clothes and put my pj's, and for the first time in months, I fall into a peaceful slumber.

You're losin' me

Stop (stop, stop), you're losin' me

Stop (stop, stop), you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

[rvbysrorld]

Fireworks

Pairing: Bucky barnes x reader

A/n:I wrote this while half asleep.Imma go to bed. PLS GIVE ME MORE REQUESTS IN THE COMMENTS! I will get to them lol

Warnings: PTSD, talk of guns and ww2, angst

Forth of July. One of the only days of the year that as much as Bucky tried to enjoy it, he dreaded.

When Bucky and his sister were kids his mom would let them stay up until the last firework lit up the dark night sky. Even little Steve would come over and he and James would play catch, purposefully throwing the little red ball over his sisters head and over to steve until his mother shouted at him from the back porch to include poor Rebecca.

But that was almost 90 years ago. Bucky had told you about those days back in the 20’s. When he didn’t have any care in the world. When his mother would let him and his sister stay up until they fell asleep outside on the worm out dining chairs in the small kitchen. When the First World War had just ended and men from all around were celebrating.

“The first and last war” they called it. They lied. After Bucky joined the army and got his orders, the 4th changed completely. Nobody celebrated like they did back home. Nobody cheered when someone wished them a happy forth like they did back home. And Steve didn’t come over to celebrate like he used to back home. Bucky had told you about those days too. Then now, after HYDRA and everything they made him do against his will. Forth of July seemed like the least of his worries, until it wasn’t.

You had asked Bucky weeks before if he wanted to leave for the night of the largely celebrated (and very loud) holiday, knowing the effects that war can have on the mind and how with Buckys very clear PTSD, maybe being around fireworks wasnt the best idea. But everytime you tried to ask him, he declined, telling you that he was fine and that he wanted to enjoy the night like you do.

“As long as youre enjoying it, I will be too doll.” He had said with a cute grin and a kiss on the cheek.

When the night of the 4th came. Bucky had reassured you numerous times that he was okay, and you believed him. So you two sat together on the balcony of your small Brooklyn apartment and waited for the first flash of light.

But when the sky lit up a dark blue and lavender colour, Bucky realised this might have all been a mistake. His hands trembled every so slightly and he glanced over at you. Your y/e/c eyes light up with the flashes and he felt as guilty as ever. His breath started to quicken with every loud boom but your eyes stayed in the sky. He took a small step back and- no. He couldn’t leave. He had to stay. For you. His heart bested faster and faster in his chest until he couldn’t take it anymore. He blacked out after that.

You watched in amazement as the sky light up, blue, red, pink and purple. A small smile landed on your face when you thought about how Bucky might look, staring at all these beautiful lights. You imagined his light blue eyes glistening with the flashes in the night sky. But when you turned to look at him, you saw none of that. He was gone. All that you saw when you turned to your left was a blank space next to you where your lover should be.

You raced back down into the house to find him. You checked all his usual “hiding spots” that he landed on whenever he had an episode, or a flashback, or even a nightmare. After one of those events you would usually find him either on the living room floor beside (but not on) the couch, in the bedroom hiding under the covers, or in the kitchen on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest.

You checked every spot you thought you would find him in. As the booms of the fireworks got louder in your panicked brain you couldn’t help but think this was all your fault. You shouldn’t have made him watch. You shouldn’t have asked him if he wanted to leave for the night. You should have known. You should have known. You should have-

A small whimper escapes the crack underneath the bathroom door and you mentally slap yourself on the head for not thinking of looking for him there sooner. The door lets out a low creak making Buckys head snap up from his sitting position next to the shower. “No. No…please no” he whispers to no one in perticular. These phrases never phased you. He always pleaded for forgiveness against people who weren’t there anymore after an episode. So it wasn’t a surprise when he started to repeat the words “no” and “please” but what did make your ears perk up was the next phrase out of his mouth.

“I can’t go back on the field. I cant..please” he begged. And confusion covered your face. He was looking straight at you, but his eyes were glazed over, almost liek he was looking through you. It scared you beyond belief but you tried to stay strong for him. If it was scary for you, you couldn’t believe what he was feeling.

“Bucky…it’s me.” You started. “Y/n.” He shook his head and looked down again. Not believing a word out of your mouth. “we’re in our apartment. In Brooklyn.” This made him glance up briefly before looking back down, the familiar city sparking a foggy memory from within him. You continued “I’m your fiancé, James. We’ve been together for 9 years.” His hands shook violently as you took a step forward with every sentence.

“The war is over, honey.”

This made his head snap up again. “What.? No..no I have to fight. I promised Steve I wouldn’t win the war until he got here. It can’t be over..” he muttered to himself as you got down on your knees. “how about I clean you up..and then you can get some rest, and in the morning, we can visit Steve.” He looked puzzled for a moment, still lost in the fact that he thought he was still in the war, until he nodded softly.

He followed you like a lost puppy to your bedroom, and he walked like it was they first time he had set foot in the house. You sat him down on the bed. He jumped as another firework hit the sky and you opened the drawer beside the bed, looking for the noise cancelling headphones Bucky promised he didn’t need.

He flinched as you brought them to his face, but relaxed again when they rested on his ears. Everything stoped. The noise. The voices in his head. The men shouting as they got his with bullets. And the shots that fired from the guns the soldiers held. It was finally silent. He felt himself being brought down and a thick, warm blanket being draped over him. He relaxed and closed his eyes.

The war was over.

[the-scythes-pen]

Midnight Offering (Yakumo x Reader)

Apparently the cure for really really bad writer's block is being horny for Yakumo LOL. Anyway, here's a little something I wrote on a server, based on a dear friend's comment they made to me in reference to a quote by Yakumo.

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It was a long day, to say the least. But finally you're able to relax, now that the sun has set and night has descended upon the world, shrouding you in a veil of darkness with nothing but the moonlight to illuminate your room.

Flopping on the bed, you let out a sigh. Your body is bare; wet and still dripping from the bath you had just taken. You weren't sure you even have the energy to move, let alone put on clothes. Hell, you could probably fall asleep right here, laying on your back on the edge of your bed.

You shut your eyes, enjoying the cool night breeze that drifts in through your window; caressing your skin with all the care of an angel's embrace.

But the moonlight that floods through your window and onto your bare form slowly fades, sending you into a void of darkness. You peek an eye open, and suddenly, shock sends both your eyes wide open.

Hovering over you is the professor, his hands caging you in as he looms over you with all the grace of a monster cornering it's prey.

"You've been a bad girl, my doll."

You shutter at the low, intimate tone of his voice; his breath ghosting across your face. Confusion fills your head; how did he get here? Why was he here? And- you were still naked. You quickly move to try to cover yourself, but Yakumo is faster- his hands capture your own, and gently guide them above your head and hold them to the mattress below. The look in his sapphire eyes is intense, and steals the breath from your lungs. He looks devastatingly handsome in the moonlight; a haunting glow of white perfectly framing his golden hair and pale skin.

Your eyes search his… for what, you don't know, perhaps a reason as to why he's here, or perhaps the knowledge of what's going on behind that predator-like stare. You feel your heart start to pound in your chest.

"Leaving yourself vulnerable like this…" He mumbles, voice gravelly and oh-so-enthralling as his eyes roll over your body, taking in the sight of your glistening wet flesh, stopping for a moment to admire your breasts before returning to your eyes.

"Perhaps, you were waiting for someone to come and take you? Hmm? That is the only explanation as to why you would expose yourself like this. Baring your heavenly body for the world to see…"

The look he gives you only sends blood pumping faster through your veins. His grip on your wrists is gentle, but strong. His hands are soft; skin like silk upon your own. He takes your wrists into one hand, letting the other gently glide it's way down your cheek, your neck, the side of your chest…. His eyes follow the trail the ghost of his hand makes, and it's like he's touching a porcelain doll and admiring it's make.

You clamp your thighs a little tighter together. His hand rests upon your hip, it's presence gentle but there. There was no mistaking that. His eyes return to your own, half lidded with some emotion you can't quite place.

You can't speak. Every touch; every brush of breath against your skin sends you into shock and all you can do is lay there and stare at him.

He doesn't seem to mind.

"My doll…" He mumbles finally, leaning forward to press his chest into your own as he sinks himself to whisper in your ear:

"You should know I would never let anyone else have you." The hand that rests on your hip glides it's way over the top of your thighs, worming it's way between them to cup your sex.

You try to clamp your thighs tighter together, nervousness overtaking your movements as you struggle a little under the intensity of his stare- but he doesn't relent. His movements are precise; calculated and strong and confident. As if he knows exactly how to touch you in all the ways you love.

"Yakumo… please…" You nearly whisper, but it comes out like a quiet whimper instead.

In the moonlight, it's like the sapphire of his eyes turn to a sea of flame; red flashing through the irises like lightning until there's nothing left of the gentle blue you once knew.

"Please what, my doll?"

You don't know. You don't know what you want. Do you want him to give you space? Do you want him to continue? Do you enjoy the predatory look he's giving you, with his eyes half-lidded in what you now called lust? Or do you enjoy the way his hand cups your sex, stationary and only teasing in his touch? Did you need more of him, like you had always dreamed about? Or did you need him to say this was all some twisted joke- cruel and unusual; to tell you to go to sleep. That this was all a dream.

"Please…" Your hips jerk forward into his palm ever so slightly, but it's a movement Yakumo would not dare to miss.

"Please… I… Please touch me…"

An amused huff escapes him, his middle finger now gliding along the slit of your pussy as his eyes narrow.

"So you were offering yourself to whoever came along, hmm? I didn't know my little doll could be such a slut." He hissed the vulgar, informal word out and into your ear; sending another wave of shivers down your body. His finger slides past your lips, gliding easily along the entrance to your core but not daring to even tease about going inside; instead parting your lips as he moves up and over the bud at the top.

"There's nothing that will stop me from taking you tonight, my doll. Nobody that will come to save you. You are mine, and mine alone. I won't let anybody have you."

The tip of his finger circles around your clit, and your walls clench around nothing as you stare up into his eyes.

You know he means what he says.

"I love you, (Y/N)…" He mumbles as he lowers himself next to your ear again. "I always have."

His finger finally moves to brush over your clit; only a feather of a touch across the sensitive bud, but it was enough to make you push your hips slightly into his hand. He chuckled at your action.

"You want this as badly as I do, don't you my doll?" He whispers, his tongue coming out to flick the shell of your ear. "You want me to touch you here, don't you? You want my fingers inside of you?"

"Yes," you moan out almost immediately, hands struggling in his hold as he presses harder on your clit.

"You've been a naughty girl tonight, my doll. How can I know I can trust you? If I pull my hands away, you may start to do bad things again."

"Yakumo… Please… I.. I promise… I won't… Do anything… Please…"

"You're lucky I am merciful, my doll."

He relents, pulling his body away from yours entirely- but you whine at the loss of stimulation on your needy clit. You can feel your walls clench around nothing as you watch the professor lower himself down your body, bringing himself to the floor infront of you.

You sit up to follow him, to watch what he plans to do; but your heart stutters in your chest and your face heats up even further at the feeling of his soft hands on your foot; one hand cradling the back of your calf as he brings his lips to the top of your ankle.

"I wish to worship you like a man would a deity." He speaks softly, but loud enough for you to hear him- not like it was hard in the silence of your bedroom anyway.

His eyes stay fixed on your flesh as he moves his lips up your leg, placing another kiss on the top of your calf. He looks ethereal in the moonlight; like he was an angel born of the moon and the stars and descended here just to love you.

Perhaps he was.

His lips move up to kiss your knee, and you can't do anything but stare at him as he continues his affectionate touches. His hands caress your legs, your thighs, parting them slowly so he can move to plant a deeper kiss on the inside; right on the crux of where your knee meets the meat of your thigh.

You can't help the hand that slides to cover his own that rests on the outside of your thigh; and the action causes Yakumo to finally lift his head and gaze at you. His eyes are filled with so many emotions, swirling in the calm flow of lava in the mists of his irises. And while you know he's looking at you with carnal desire, you can also tell he's looking at you with utter adoration.

His eyes flicker down to your thighs, gazing upon the prize that lay at the apex of the both of them; his face moving ever closer to the sweetness that leaks from your core.

Your thighs clench, but his hands hold them apart, and you can barely even move your legs with his graceful strength. His nose bumps into the top of your sex, his breath ghosting across the dampened, sensitive flesh.

The hand you're not holding on to moves to spread your entrance apart, baring your sex to him in full. And he stares at you like you're the most delicious feast he will ever have. His tongue comes out to lick a strip from the base of your entrance to the top of your clit, and your hand digs claws into his on your thigh. Yakumo draws your clit between his lips, suckling gently on the nerves as you writhe below him.

"Y-Yakumo…" You moan out breathily, to which he doesn't respond- only sucking a little harder at the bud before letting go of it and running his tongue back down your pussy.

You let out another whimper as you feel his muscle flick across your entrance; up and down in a repeated motion of desire as if he was licking his own lips in preparation for his newfound feast. He dives into you like a starved man, tongue lapping up all of the juices you have to offer as a groan escapes his throat; breathy and light but it sends a jolt through your core, a new wave of arousal washing over your sex.

The hand that parts your pussy for him moves, placing the pad of his thumb on your clit. In an instant, he's incessantly rubbing circles into you, his tongue moving fast against your walls as you suddenly buck your hips into his face.

He's skilled. Very skilled. And you briefly wonder how he got so skilled before his thumb presses harder on your nub, and you let out a loud, lewd moan at the pressure; his hand moving in fast circles to match the intensity of his tongue in your pussy.

Your hand digs more into his; and in turn his hand starts to dig into the flesh of your thigh, the slight pain tinging the pleasure with a new flavour and just causing you to moan again, feeling your peak coming so much faster then you expected.

His eyes flick up to meet yours; they're clouded with lust and desire and need, but he's so clearly enjoying making you squirm and moan under his touch. The look of him, Professor Yakumo, on his knees between your legs and enjoying the feast that is your wet cunt is divinely sinful. It's like he himself glows with gentle starlight; like he himself was made to please you exactly in every way you could ever desire.

Your orgasm hits suddenly; all too quickly bringing your stimulation to a roaring peak as you cum into his mouth, the man greedily lapping up everything you have to give him as he continues to eat your pussy through your orgasm.

The tightening of your muscles is like an earthquake through you; muscles constantly contracting and relaxing as wave after rolling wave of pleasure shoot through your entire body; the orgasm prolonged thanks to Yakumo's insistent touch.

"Y-Yakumo…" You pant as you finally, finally feel your high start to pass. And you look down at him with half lidded, tired eyes as he slows his own movements until he finally stops; the last remnants of your orgasm fading to memory.

The man leans up, his lips capturing your own in a heated kiss as his tongue dives into your mouth to share your essence with you; thoroughly ensuring every corner of your mouth gets a taste before he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you briefly before it snaps under the weight of his stare.

"My doll…" He speaks softly, taking your hand that had been on his and pulling it up to his lips to place a chaste kiss on the back of it.

"I love you. With all of my heart. I will never let you go."

[dislifeismid]

It's ya boy 6'3 anon back at it again with another request

I have like two i had in mind before i head off to bed cuz i have a very creative mind lol

idea 1 was a follow up to where the reader got chased by a yandere tang yun were after the reader passed out from exhaustion from crying and thrashing around they awake in Tang yuns home. The reader can either be the classic chained to the bed or a good old put in a cage. Or maybe chained in a basement wall if he'd have a basement (he'd probably use it to hoard extra stuff ngl ☠️) He'd approach the reader when they awoke and then go on to say the usual yandere stuff like "your my most prized possession" "i'll never let you out of my sight" etc and would be mad at the reader for running in the first place

Idea two was for jacob since he only has one fic rn lol. Basically the reader is a Lamia (half snake half human) who is as big as jacobs snake buddy. I was thinking Jacob ended up mistaking the reader as his snake buddy which is how they encounter each other and when he realizes they're chill he'll hang out with them a lot.

Hmmm not very inspired by these two ideas but i can give my two cents anyhow.

Ehhh i have a hard time actually ever picturing Tang yun getting MAD is the thing. Which is why i wrote it as such a big deal that one time he did. He seems more passive aggressive than he is full on loud and angry. Since he does have a shackle on his ankle, maybe he'd put one on you? But honestly he doesn't strike me as a yandere that would necessarily go to the extreme lengths you might think of. He kinda stays on the 'talk only to me or you'l be finding a decapitated finger in your mailbox tomorrow' kinda yandere stage. Just because keeping an eye on you and locking you up 25/7 is nothing more than annoying. It's like an animal- you like the spending time with it part but not the 'taking care of it so it stays alive and healthy' part. If you became unhappy and depressed then you wouldn't be the same and he'd be mad about that. No, he gotta keep you in a semi normal environment.... you just, can't even begin to show interest in anyone else. Or if he does keep you around forcefully, it won't be in some dark spooky room all alone. He'd probably let you roam around a bit, you just can't actually leave the house unsupervised. He doesn't care if you touch his stuff, you won't be able to leave with it anyway.

Jacob, all half asleep making lost grabby hands trying to feel for Jorm. Ahhh there is that scaly squishy texture! Oh- Jormun doesn't flicker away when he tries climbing on him... oh! He apologizes- halfheartedly. He doesn't even look genuine but that's just how Jacob is. Something about "thought you were someone else..." now visible confusion cuz you're pretty positive it's near impossible to mistake YOU for- oh. He was looking for that giant snake over there. Huh. Jacob probably takes a bit to even comprehend the situation, then whilst petting Jormun he'l stare at you with a deadpan expression "You're cool. You don't talk much. Can i hang around for a bit?" I mean like why not

[envirobliss]

My Captain: C. Conway

A/N I’m literally petrified writing for this man. I also don't know shit about sports so. Apologies for any mistakes I'm like half asleep. I don't know if i wrote him right :(. Also this is set in D3 obviously lol Happy Valentines Day <3

Pairings: Charlie Conway x GN!Reader romantically

Summary: Now that they’re at Eden Hall without Bombay, Charlie’s been a ticking time bomb and when his partner becomes the captain after improving more than anyone else over the summer, Charlie lets that be his reason to ruin what they have.

Charlie Conway, the sweetest boy anyone had ever met, had suddenly become the most violent and temperamental person on the team after Coach Bombay’s departure. It hurt everyone to see Charlie change, but of course, it hurt you the most. You, his beautiful love, had to see your own boyfriend spiral into a rage-fueled boy.

After the rough practice Coach Orion had put all of you through, Charlie was already fed up with everything and wasn’t in the mood to see Coach Orion put up everyone’s positions on the locker room’s board. He was getting more agitated by the complaints and aches in his body by the second, but for one moment everything seemed to go away for a euphoric second when all he saw was you in front of the board looking stunning. What he didn’t expect though was the confused look on your poor face and refusal to let him see the board.

He didn’t get the chance to see before Dwayne congratulated you for being captain. You, his beautiful non-captain lover, being captain? How? I mean you move gracefully on the ice and hit almost every shot you make plus displaying perfect responsibility and leadership qualities, but Charlie’s been captain for so long. He loves you, but not enough to have you replace him. No way. He'd been captain and was known to be way better than you wasn't he?

Everyone's cheers and confused remarks were interrupted for a quiet moment when Charlie stood up throwing off his jersey letting out a harsh scoff marching towards the board to see if it was true while all you could do was stare at him in shock surprised at how angry he looked. He's never looked so violent to you before. He turns around just to be met with your shocked almost scared figure. He softens for a moment before realizing you were the reason for this unwanted change.

It's been a couple of days after your revealing of being captain and all Conway has done is argue with you about every little thing and you've been catching him staring at you with such a strange look almost a look of disgust. Today you had a game against the Blake Bears and it was your first game as captain of the team, so you had an insane amount of pressure on you which Conway wasn't exactly helping with.

It was the last seconds of the game and you were chasing after Charlie to try and steal the puck since he wasn't listening to any of your yells for him to pass it. As soon as you got ahead of Charlie, he hit the puck making sure it wouldn't be passed to you. He almost immediately fell to the floor after hitting the puck and it was right in front of the goal, but he hadn't made it inside the goal. So you gave it an extra push as soon as you could scoring you guys the point. You had won it for all of them.

Charlie had walked into the locker room practically ripping all his gear off while everyone was silent. Everything was silent for a few moments except for the little sounds of rustling before Guy called out asking where his clothes were making everyone realize all the clothes were gone getting Conway even more pissed.

Everyone was searching before they stumbled into the showers seeing the water on and pointed directly at the pile of teams clothes. Everyone quickly got confirmation of who did it when they saw " Freshmen Stink" written on their wall.

Thankfully everything had finally dried off and everyone was walking away from the locker room heading to their dorms while you were heading off with a pissed-off Charlie. You kept nodding and humming while he went on his usual upset rants waiting for the usual argument to happen. Wanting to cherish the moment, you reach to hold onto his arms when you're met with sudden silence and a frozen boy looking at you with disgust. Then the fighting happens.

"What's wrong?" you say with a tired voice

"You know what? Maybe something is wrong y/n!" he said with the familiar harsh tone he developed only for you.

"Well, what is it, Charlie?"

"You hit my puck! That was gonna be my score!"

"Charlie please don't do this right now. We got the win didn't we?"

"God you are so selfish, but fine 'royalty'! Such a good win wasn't it "captain'!"

"Please don't tell me you're still mad about that."

"I was captain for four years straight of course I am! You act like you're so much better than me now when all you got was an undeserved title! That was my title! I'm so sick of this you know that y/n? I am so sick of you sometimes."

"What the fuck is going on with you? You've been fighting with me for days now all because I was named captain! I fucking love you Charlie, but you hurt me so much with the way you act around me. I'm getting to my limit" you confessed tiredly letting go of the little piece of his arm you were holding onto almost walking away.

"I don't even get you anymore Charlie. I love you, but I'm so fucking tired of you. Figure your shit out and then maybe we can figure whatever we still may have out." you said walking away.

"Fine walk away! I don't even give a shit anymore!" he called out from behind you.

It had been a few days after the encounter and Charlie hadn't apologized or looked at you after that. All he noticed was the fact you weren't showing up to practices much after the game except today you did show up looking as perfect as ever only to stay for about 10 minutes to talk to Coach Orion and then leave quickly without saying anything to anyone. You only gave pitiful looks and nodded when you met someone's eyes.

Orion quickly came back holding the 'C' patch you once wore proudly on your jersey, "Y/N will no longer be joining our practices as they have stepped down from their position of captain. Many of you already knew about this news, but I still wanted to inform the others who weren't aware. We now have a new captain, Mr. Conway, who will lead us to many victories. Practice may resume now!"

Charlie spent that night grazing over the 'C' he once craved so badly. He had finally been awarded the role of the JV's captain, but at the cost of losing his one true love.

[specialagentsergio]

side effects may vary

summary: An unexpected side effect brings you and Spencer closer—literally—when he’s prescribed a medication to help relieve his chronic nightmares.

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: prescription drug use, one small sexual reference, discussion of tornadoes (spencer gives a small infodump)

a/n: i wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins‘ “there was only one bed” event. when i saw the “medication makes someone sleepy” prompt, i had to take it, because this happens to me regularly lol.

word count: 2k

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It’s become a habit for you and Spencer: every Friday night you can, the two of you get together and watch a movie or show. It’s always at your place because he doesn’t have a TV, but he doesn’t mind—you have the better couch anyways. He thinks he could stay on it forever, especially on the nights where you don’t watch anything at all and talk for hours instead.

He made the mistake of mentioning this Friday night tradition to Morgan once. He’d questioned just why, exactly, Spencer liked going over to your place so much. Spencer hadn’t realized Derek was teasing him until he’d already come up with the lame excuse of your couch being really comfortable.

Morgan had chuckled. “I think it has less to do with the couch and more to do with the person who owns it, kid.”

He was right, of course, but was Spencer going to admit his silly little crush? Absolutely not. Especially not to Derek. He just continued going to your place every Friday, stubbornly ignoring the smirks and eyebrow wiggles sent his way from the man.

It’s one such night a few months later when an alarm on his phone goes off, making you both jump. He nearly spills the popcorn everywhere in his scramble to turn it off. “Sorry. It’s—wow, it’s nine already.” As usually happens when he’s with you, he’s lost track of time. It’s why he set the alarm in the first place.

“You have somewhere to be?” you ask.

“Um, no. I just…” he trails off, leaning forward to dig through his satchel at his feet, searching for the white paper bag he picked up from the pharmacy earlier in the day.

You don’t ask aloud, raising an eyebrow instead. It’s you providing him with an out—you’ll let him pretend he didn’t see it if he doesn’t want to answer the question.

He sighs, pulling the little orange bottle out, a prescription from the psychiatrist you’d coaxed him into seeing. “It’s just, uh… it’s supposed to help with, y’know… dreams,” he explains quietly.

“Nightmares,” you clarify.

“Yeah. That’s what the alarm was for.” He pops the cap and looks at the little pills inside. “To remind me.”

“We can finish this later,” you say with a gesture towards the TV. “It’s okay if you need to leave.”

He shakes his head. “She said to take it a few hours before bed. There’s plenty of time to finish.” Not that he cares that much about the show. He just doesn’t want to cut his time with you short.

“The bottle says it can make you drowsy, though,” you say, pointing out the little flap on the side of the bottle he hadn’t noticed.

“It won’t,” he dismisses nearly immediately, shaking a dose out into his hand.

“You can’t know that.”

“I’m a chronic insomniac. I’ve tried medication before. It doesn’t work,” he says firmly.

“If you say so,” you say, unconvinced.

“I do.”

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The words on their own typically imply annoyance or resignation, an insistence that the speaker knows better, but from you, all he can detect is amusement. And if he didn’t know better, he’d say your slight smile conveyed affection.

“Oh, I won’t,” he replies confidently, and takes the dose with a sip of water.

That confidence turns out to be misplaced.

It doesn’t happen quickly. You finish watching the current episode and he insists on another. About halfway through it, he starts to feel… different. A little… foggy and unfocused. Any movement he makes feels slow, and his eyelids are getting heavy. Try as he might, he can’t quite keep them open. He’ll rest them for just a minute….

“… encer. Spencer.” Something pokes his arm and he grumbles, shifting away.

“What?”

“It’s over.”

He blinks a few times, slowly reacquainting himself with his surroundings. Credits are rolling on the TV screen; he's about to ask why they look slanted, then realizes it's because he's slumped to the side. He pushes himself back to sitting, a delayed "oh" leaving his mouth. He rubs the sleep from one of his eyes, and catches your expression in the other.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything!" you protest but the little laugh punctuating your words gives away what he knew you were thinking: I told you so.

With a sigh, he begins gathering up his things, pulling his bag into his lap and untying his shoelaces so he can put them back on.

“What are you doing?" you ask.

"Um, going home?"

"You can't ride the Metro like this," you say. "You're half asleep."

He tries and fails to suppress a yawn, but still insists, "I'll be fine."

"Spencer, I don't like you riding the Metro this late even when you're totally lucid. You know that."

He does. You often express such worries on your Friday nights, offering to let him stay with you. He always declines. Your couch may be comfortable when he's sitting, but it's not long enough for his legs horizontally.

He also worries about what he might say in his sleep. He's been playfully teased by team members often enough already. The last thing he wants is to ruin your friendship by expressing his feelings for you in his sleep.

He's got one shoe on and is about to put on the other, but you snatch it away. "Hey."

"No,” you say firmly. "You're staying here tonight."

"(Y/N)--"

"Take your shoe off." You flip the TV off, stand, and stretch. "And come to bed."

His mouth drops open a little. Come to bed. Did he really just hear that? You say it like it's the most natural thing. It sounds so...domestic.

He really likes it.

His eyes follow you as you walk to your bedroom. You stop in the doorway and look back to him. "Come on."

He's in a bit of a daze as he walks towards you, not realizing he's still wearing one shoe for a few steps. He clumsily kicks it off, then follows you through the bedroom door and into the adjoining bathroom, where you provide him with a spare toothbrush.

Normally he wouldn't want to share toothpaste with someone. He's even refused to do so a few times on cases when his little travel-sized tube has run out, instead going down to the front desk of whatever place they're staying at for a replacement, no matter how tired he is. But tonight he doesn't even think twice, just takes the tube when you pass it to him. It simply feels...normal, as if you and him do this every night before bed.

I could get used to this.

Spencer's still a little groggy from the medication, so it isn't until he’s standing in the bedroom that he realizes that there’s a problem. "There's only one bed."

"Um, yeah," you reply. "What, did you think I had bunk beds?"

"No, I just..." He's not sure how to explain it when you're pulling back the covers like it’s any other night. "There's one bed... and two of us."

"That's correct. It's a queen. It's made for two people," you point out. You sit down on one side, then pat your hand on the other.

He slowly approaches the bed, but hesitates, twisting his fingers a little. Your expression shifts, and he blinks. Surely that's not a look of disappointment he's seeing?

Your voice is quiet when you speak. "Spencer, if you don't want to share a bed with me, you can just say it."

"What? No!" he exclaims. "That—that's not it at all."

"Okay, then, what is it?"

"The opposite,” he says with a nervous laugh. “I can't believe you want to share a bed with me."

"Why wouldn't I?" You say it so simply; he can hardly believe it.

"Well, because I'm... me," is the reply he comes up with. "I'm annoying, and I talk too much, and my limbs are all long and weird--"

"I don't think you're annoying, Spencer," you interrupt. "We wouldn't be friends if I did."

"Oh. I guess... I guess that's true. But my arms and legs--”

"Are fine,” you reassure.

“I…” He’s a little too out of it still to think of something else. “Well, okay.”

“Since that settled..." You smile up at him. "Would you get into bed?"

He can't help but smile back. "Okay."

You both settle in. Right before you turn off the light, he speaks again. "I talk in my sleep," he says quickly, heat rising to his cheeks. "Just thought you should know.

"So I'm gonna get your fun facts in the night, too?" you ask, the corner of your mouth turning up.

"Maybe." He fiddles with the collar of his shirt. "Derek says every night is a toss up between that or gibberish…”

You laugh. "Noted."

You turn the lights off and silence falls over the room as you both find comfortable positions. The medication definitely hasn't worn off; sleep is quickly approaching him again. He feels a light touch on his arm. It trails down to his wrist. A slight pause, then you're sliding your hand into his. On instinct he winds his fingers through yours. He hears a content sigh right before he drifts off.

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Morning light spilling through the curtains wakes him up. He takes in a deep breath and stretches. He feels amazingly well rested; more than he has in a long time. And he had the best dream about you….

Spencer rolls over, then jumps a little—you're right there next to him, awake and looking at him with a soft expression.

"So it wasn't a dream," he says aloud.

You smile. "No, it wasn't.”

"We slept in the same bed," he says, dumbstruck.

"We did."

"You... held my hand?"

A nod and a bashful smile. “I did."

"Huh." He's quiet as he processes this and gathers his memories together. There's a question that comes to mind, but he doesn't know if he’s brave enough to voice it. Instead, he asks, "Did I sleep talk?"

"You did," you reply. "You told me the widest recorded tornado was 2.6 miles wide."

"The 2013 El Reno tornado," he says automatically. "It’s also the second most powerful tornado recorded. It occurred on May 31 of that year. Though it officially ranks as the widest tornado on record, current Doppler estimates of the 1999 Mullhall, Oklahoma tornado indicate that it may have been 4.3 miles wide."

You blink. "That's terrifying."

Spencer winces. "Sorry."

"It's okay." You hesitate a little, biting your lower lip, then slowly reach out and take his hand. Again, his fingers thread through yours perfectly.

He looks down at your joined hands, then back at you. His question from before returns. "What does this mean?" he asks quietly.

"It means..." You take a deep breath. "I like you.”

He frowns. "I know that. That's why we're friends."

"That's not what I meant." You squeeze his hand as if to remind him that you're holding it. "I meant that I like you as more than a friend."

His eyebrows shoot up. “Really?" he squeaks.

"Really," you confirm. "If you don't feel the same, I understa--”

You're cut off by him leaning forward and pressing the lightest little kiss on your lips.

"I like you as more than a friend, too," he says softly.

You give him the most wonderful smile. "Then get back here and kiss me properly."

Spencer obliges. He's never cared less about morning breath.

You scoot closer to him when you break apart and push his limbs around slightly to get into an embrace. "Finally," you murmur into the skin of his neck.

The sensation makes him shiver. “What do you mean?"

"I’ve been trying to get you into my bed for weeks."

He nearly chokes on his own sharp inhale. "I—what?"

"Not like that," you clarify. "I just wanted a good opportunity to confess. I figured you'd be too comfy in bed to run off right after I told you."

“You think I'd run off on you?"

You shrug. “You tend to remove yourself from a situation if your feelings get too intense. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but in this case, it’s the last thing I wanted to happen, you know?”

"Yeah, I get that,” he says. "I promise not to do it with you, though. About anything.”

You lift your head to look him in the eyes. “Kiss me again."

Spencer does.

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tell me what you thought here!

smut follow up: hands to myself

general taglist: @calm-and-doctor​ , @spencerreid9​

[pies-writes-and-more]

just friends

word count: 5,393

pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader

warnings: literally all fluff. maybe some swearing lol 

a/n: this literally was supposed to be a short fluffy drabble and turned into a full on fic haha. I wrote a lot of this while I was half asleep so please excuse any spelling mistakes haha. I hope you guys like it! 💕 gif below isn’t mind, creds to the original creator!

haikyuu masterlist

Your window was only open slightly, meant for allowing the cool air to flow in, while also aiding for a certain somebody’s quick escape if it came down to that.

The Fukurōdani Academy Group Summer Camp started tomorrow. Well. Today, if you count the fact that it was already 2AM.

It had originally been 11PM. 3 hours ago, Akaashi Keiji had crawled up the side of your house and tapped his knuckles ever so softly on your window. It had freaked you out for a second until he texted you “Lemme in”, to which you then moved to the window to greet him with a confused look.

“Akaashi, if my parents hear you-” you started, glancing over your shoulder and hoping they hadn’t somehow managed to get to your bedroom door without you noticing.

“Then stay quiet and help me in,” he shrugged, slowly plopping into your room and smiling down at you. “How’s your evening?”

You just stared at him, “Akaashi, it’s late!” You hissed as he crawled into your bed and got comfortable like he was meant to be there. “What’re you doing awake anyways? Don’t you have to be up early for your training camp?”

Akaashi just gave a hum and a nod, patting the other side of the bed he wasn’t currently occupying and giving you a smile. You rolled your eyes and tucked yourself in next to him. It didn’t matter that the two of you were slightly squished, if anything your bed actually felt comfier this way.

Without any more questions, you and Akaashi laid there for hours, whispering as the time ticked by. Your legs slowly tangled together under the sheets and you fit in his side as if you were made to be there.

“What’re you thinking about?” Akaashi asked suddenly, his voice coated with fatigue, eyes lazily opening to look over at you and your pensive expression. It had been so long between topics, you had actually started to think he had fallen asleep.

“What do you mean?” You smiled back at him, your fingers still tracing along the lines on his palm like you had been for the past 10 minutes.

“You’re too quiet to be not thinking. And you’re obviously not sleeping. So what’re you thinking about?” Akaashi explained, interlacing your hands together for a moment. Just to see how they fit.

“Why did you come?” You questioned after a moment, turning to really look him in the eyes this time. Akaashi had such a soft demeanour about him tonight, a gentleness that you hardly ever saw when he and Bokuto were getting up to their usual mischief. But he was always kind and sweet to you, always took a moment of his day to tuck your hair behind your ear, or pluck a piece of fluff off your shoulder. Always put his plans on pause to ask you about your day, texted you about life and school and plans for the future.

His future included nationals. Playing in front of crowds and cameras, screaming fans and loud cheers. His future included volleyball. But you always wondered if there was room for you in that future too.

Akaashi paused, watching your eyes and for a moment, you could’ve sworn he had looked at your lips, a flicker of something different crossing his eyes. “I needed to see you.”

He said it so casually. As if this was normal. As if it was normal for a guy to crawl into a girl’s bedroom and lay in her bed like they were already married.

“I see you practically every day when we’re at school,” you pointed out, brushing a piece of hair from his eyes and trying to determine what he was really thinking because lord knows you could never tell.

Akaashi just stared some more at you, eyes slowly blinking from exhaustion. “I’ll be busy the next few weeks. With volleyball. And I know you’ve got plans for the summer too. I just... wanted to see you before I got all busy. I wanted to just be here with you and pretend like i could come back here.”

“You could,” you added quickly, maybe a bit too quickly, because then he looked at you with surprise. “I like it when you come by,” you admitted to him quietly, sitting up slightly in your bed. “I’m going to miss you while you’re all busy this summer.”

“I can make time,” Akaashi said hurriedly, his teeth tugging on his lips as he sat up with you. “For you. I can make time.”

You look at him with a smile, his thumb grazing over your hand again as he interlaced your fingers together once more. The two of you sat there, both wanting to ask the hovering question that sat buried in your throats.

What are we?

We’re friends, you’d always insist to your friends.

But friends don’t come crawling into your room at the middle of the night to hold you and hold your hand.

We’re just friends, Akaashi had told the team before with flushed cheeks.

But no friend of Akaashi’s had ever made him so nervous, Bokuto pointed out. And friends don’t stare at each other across the room the way you two do.

What are we?

“You should go,” you pointed out as you felt the tensions rising, glancing at the clock. It was almost 3:30AM now. Maybe it was sleep exhaustion or maybe you were just tired of never knowing what you were to Akaashi, but you knew if you didn’t get him out of your room now, you might end up spilling your guts to him.

Had she felt me try to get the courage to confess? Akaashi wondered as he gathered his things, moving to leave from the window again. But not before he wrapped you up into another hug, pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Do friends give forehead kisses?

“I’ll miss you,” he stated as he started to climb out the window.

“It’s not like you’re going across the world,” you teased with an awkward sort of laugh. “I’ll come see you guys maybe. When you’re not too busy.”

It could’ve been your imagination, but he seemed to lighten up at this idea. He nodded and pulled his backpack off for a moment to pull a hoodie from it. “To keep you warm when I’m not around,” he told you as he handed it to you. So casual. Like this was just something friends do.

“T-Thanks,” you tried to hide your smile, tried to hide the fact that you wanted to squeal out like a little girl. You held onto the hoodie as he gave you another little wave and crawled out of your house. You held it tighter as he landed on the ground, looking up at you and smiling at you like you were his romantic interest.

Do friends look at each other like that?

When he disappeared from view, you held the hoodie to your chest, smiling as you smelt his cologne or body wash or whatever the hell it was that made Akaashi smell like Akaashi. You crawled back into bed after closing your window tightly and turning off the lights, still gripping onto the hoodie he had left with you.

Do friends miss each other almost immediately after they’re gone? A few days later and there was Akaashi crawling through your window again. You heard the knock on the glass and found him with a tired smile on his face.

“Are you just going to keep visiting me in the middle of the night?” You asked with a giggle, watching him flop into your bed and open his arms asking you to join him.

“I have to look at sweaty annoying boys all day. What’s wrong with seeing a pretty girl every now and then?” He asked as you crawled in. Do friends say things like that to each other?

“Aw it can’t be all that bad,” you insisted, avoiding his eyes as you tried to wave off the compliment. “Bokuto is rather nice to look at.”

Akaashi huffed a bit, tickling your sides briefly until you reminded him in a harsh whisper that your parents were asleep. “Stop thinking about another boy while I’m here with you,” he stuck his tongue out at you playfully.

“Sorry I’ll stick to thinking about them when you’re not around,” you teased, making him poke at your side some more.

Did friends get jealous that easily?

“Why did you come?” You asked him after a while, tracing soft lines with your finger tips down his cheek and jawline, as if carefully measuring out a masterpiece because that’s exactly what he was. “Is the training camp really that bad?”

“Nah it’s alright. It’s fun getting to play with some new teams. Bokuto gets all excited about showing off his skills,” Akaashi responded softly, his eyes closing slowly as the two of you spoke.

“Aren’t you sore? From all your games?”

“Extremely. I’m not going to feel my legs tomorrow that’s for sure.”

“You shouldn’t have walked all this way then, idiot. You’re going to tire out your legs even more.”

“It’s worth it if I get to see you,” his voice was so quiet you weren’t even sure he actually said it. You looked up at him and found his eyes open again, watching you as if gauging your reaction.

Did friends make you feel like your heart would beat out of your chest? Do friends walk all the way to your house in the middle of the night after exercising all day?

What are we?

You wanted to ask, the words forming at your lips. The question was begging to be answered, pleading at your vocal cords to produce some sort of sound.

But what if you were reading into things?

What if friends really do all the things you wondered about? What if you weren’t exactly friends but weren’t anything more either? What if Akaashi saw you as a placeholder. A warm body to be everything a girlfriend could be until he found someone actually worthy.

What if you really were just friends?

Akaashi left a few moments later, groaning softly as he stretched and giving you another exhausted smile as he insisted he’d be back some other time. He traded sweaters with you, pulling out a brand new one for you from his bag and taking the one he had left earlier.

“I’m okay with this one Akaashi, why are you giving me another?” You asked confusedly.

He shrugged and you could’ve sworn there was a blush on his cheeks, “Just cause.”

He wrapped you up in a hug, pressed another kiss to your forehead and slipped out the window. Then spent the whole walk back shaking his head at himself for not saying what he wanted to say.

“Because I like how my clothes smell like you after you wear them,” he spoke aloud into the quiet night. “Because I wanted a part of me to always be with you. Because I don’t want you thinking about Bokuto, I want you thinking about me. Because I wanted to walk all this way to tell you how I felt and I chickened out again.”

The reasons piled into his head and he angrily kicked at some rocks as he walked. Why was it so much easier to think of why when he walked away?

“Because I want to know what we are,” he whispered to himself, stopping his footsteps and staring at the sky for a moment before walking further from you.

More days passed and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed when you didn’t hear from Akaashi as much. He was busy. You were busy. Everyone was busy, you told yourself. It’s not like he forgot about you. Or that he decided to ghost you.

It’s not like he found someone else. It was a volleyball training camp, who could he have found?

You wanted to tell yourself that there wasn’t anyone else and even if there was, it’s not like you had a claim to him anyway. You and Akaashi were just friends.

But you still waited for him every night, looking out the window in hopes he’d come.

Finally you heard a little tap at your window, and there was Akaashi with another tired grin. He seemed like he was glowing more than usual. He seemed bigger, more toned under his jacket.

“I missed you,” you told him shyly and the two of you curled back under the sheets together again.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, pressing his lips briefly against your forehead. “I got all caught up in training and even after the day is gone, everyone still wants to practice. Even that blond boy from Karasuno seems like he’s getting into it.”

You smiled and nodded, thinking about the few texts that Akaashi seemed to get out to you when he wasn’t so busy, “I’m sure everyone’s training hard for Nationals.”

Akaashi nodded and smiled, shifting so he was lying on his back and staring at your ceiling, “It’s getting really close. We got to be the best we can be.”

“You’re already really good. But I know you guys will win it all,” you beamed up at him excitedly. It was one of your favourite things, watching them play. And these National games always came with such excitement.

“Only if you’re there cheering us on,” Akaashi glanced at you, as if he had asked if you were coming and waiting for you to confirm.

“Of course,” you nodded up at him. “I wanna watch my boys beat everyone! Wipe the floor with them!”

Akaashi smirked and held onto you a little tighter, fingers dancing along your skin gently.

Did friends send tingles up your spine when they touched you? Because you hadn’t noticed it with anyone else but him.

“I can’t stay long tonight, love,” he whispered to you softly after an hour of whispered conversations passed. “I told Bokuto I’d wake up early with him and get some more practice.”

You nodded understandingly, though your heart felt a little as he started to move, “After your camp, maybe we can start doing all those summer things you wanted to do. When you’re not practicing of course.”

Akaashi chuckled and nodded, “Sure. Ice cream, find a beach, go swimming, whoop your ass in a water balloon fight,” he listed off.

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder back as you insisted that he was definitely going to lose a water balloon fight.

His hands grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you into another hug. This time a bit tighter, like he was scared you were fading away, “I’m sorry I can’t stay,” he murmured to you, pulling away slightly to look down at you. “But I promise I’ll come see you soon.”

Why did everything he say always seemed like something a boyfriend would say? Do friends say things like that?

“I know you’re busy, Akaashi, don’t worry,” you told him with a small shrug, staring at your hands nervously.

“Y/N...”

There was something in his tone... something so foreign. You looked up at him and saw nervousness in his eyes, his hands sliding down your arms to hold your hands.

“Yea?”

Akaashi cleared his throat awkwardly, his eyes glancing between yours and your hands.

“I- We...” he started.

What are we?

Three words.

Or maybe he should ask what you wanted you two to be?

Is that too much? Is that too pushy?

What if you didn’t think there needed to be anything more to this relationship? What if he was overthinking it? What if this was just for fun and you really were into Bokuto?

“Are you okay, Akaashi?” You asked after a moment of him stuttering.

“Yeah... we’ll do all those things and more,” he finally managed out, his eyes avoiding yours more now. “Promise.”

You nodded slowly, wishing he would keep holding your hand as you two moved away from each other. He traded sweaters with you again, pressed another kiss to your forehead, and disappeared into the night.

You spent the night wondering what he had started saying. Why was he so nervous tonight? What was it about tonight that made him so awkward? You hadn’t seen Akaashi nervous in a lot of situations. He was always so calm, but not tonight for some reason. Could it be that he was nervous… just like you were? Could it actually be that you two were something other than just friends?

It was the last day of the summer training camp and the smell of cooking meat made Akaashi’s mouth water. He looked around him, carefully calculating exactly what kind of meats he wanted to grab off of the barbecues. He and Komi chatted with Tsukishima briefly about their baby Ace’s tantrums, Akaashi smirking to himself as he watched his idiotic best friend going around with Hinata, drooling over the lunch. 

“When Bokuto told me to swing by for lunch, this isn’t quite what I expected.”

There was a little lurch in Akaashi’s chest, hearing that voice. He swung around to see you standing there, Suzumeda giving you a little wave after she had shown you to where the team was. “Glad you could swing by! It’s not every day we get to hang out with Akaashi’s friend,” she snickered, a teasing tone in the way she said friend. 

You and Akaashi both just looked at her funny before turning back to each other, a smile on your face, “Did you miss me?”

Akaashi just gave you a little smirk, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you into a hug, “Obviously.” He smiled down at you. “Sorry, did you say Bokuto told you to come?” He asked suddenly, looking around to find a wide smiled owl looking Bokuto behind him.

“I just thought that you’d actually smile a bit if she came by!” Bokuto insisted with a laugh, hands on his hips all proud-like. “Good to see you, Y/N! Must be nice to come by and hang out with Akaashi huh?”

You smiled up at him and moved to pat his head affectionately, “Of course! But I like coming to see you too, Bokuto,” you teased.

Bokuto’s smirk seemed different this time as he gave Akaashi a wink, “Sure but there’s nothing wrong with being here solely for Akaashi so you two have some time together,” he grinn, poking your nose playfully.

Before you could ask him what he meant, questioning his word choices and teasing sort of tone, Bokuto got called across the field, eagerly grabbing a plate with the food.

“Are you hungry?” Akaashi asked, nodding towards the gloriously smelling food. You nodded but stayed at his side, finding the massive groups of boys a little daunting. “I’ll get you something then, you can stay around here.”

“Thank you,” you squeezed his arm gently and he just gave you one of those kind soft smiles before disappearing into the crowd.

“Come on! She’s super sweet, you’ll love her!” Suzumeda was saying, dragging a bunch of girls in your direction. You blinked in surprise, Shirofuku giving you a wave as she also made her way over.

“How you doing, Y/N?” Shirofuku wrapped her arms around you excitedly, squeezing you into a hug. “You should’ve come with us! You could’ve been a big help keeping these boys in line.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m not quite sure I could do what you guys do,” you insisted shyly, smiling at the other girls who were smiling at you. “Hiya! I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you offered to the new faces.

Soon, you met all the managers from the other schools and it didn’t take long for you all to be laughing and joking about the various attitudes and characters your teams all had.

“Aren’t you hungry, Y/N?” Kiyoko asked suddenly, noting the lack of food in your hand. “We have lots, and I’m sure some of these boys don’t need to have 7 helpings!”

You nodded and glanced behind your shoulder, finding Akaashi yelling at Bokuto for trying to steal all the meat. “Akaashi already said he’d grab me a plate. Figure it’s better than me getting lost in that group,” you pointed out and turned your eyes back to the girls. 

They were all sharing grins with each other, Suzumeda giggling, “Aren’t they adorable?”

You blinked in surprise as they laughed some more, tilting your head, “Who?”

“You!” Ōtaki laughed. “I don’t know Akaashi much but Shirofuku and Suzumeda told me you two really bring the best out of each other.”

You paused a bit more and the Fukurodani girls noted your hesitation, “Sorry, was it supposed to be a secret?” Shirofuku asked with wide eyes. “Leave it to Bokuto to go spilling everyone’s secrets!”

Your eyebrows furrowed more as you glanced between the girls, “I’m so confused. What secret?”

“That you and Akaashi were dating! We heard he snuck away between days here at the summer camp to go see you and that he finally confessed!” Suzumeda explained, her smile getting more and more stiff as you seemed more and more confused.

“Akaashi and I are just friends,” you insisted nervously, heart pounding against your chest. “W-Why would Bokuto tell people that?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, we didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that! I thought it was pretty obvious you two liked each other,” Kiyoko admitted, the rest of the girls apologizing profusely. You shook your hands in front of each other, insisting that it wasn’t their fault that Bokuto was being dumb again, your face heating up from embarrassment.

You wondered just how many other people Bokuto had been whispering this news to, but it didn’t take long for you to find out. You excused yourself from the girls, saying you were going to find Akaashi and your food, but really just feeling way too embarrassed to look them in the eye.

You met with a few Karasuno third years, Daichi grinning as he told you that Akaashi had mentioned you before and said nothing but good things.

“It’s really great to finally meet you!” Sugawara had chimed in. “Bokuto told us about your new relationship so congratulations! I have to say, Akaashi seems like he’s smiling more that you’re around.”

You quickly insisted to them as well that you and Akaashi were in fact not dating and that you weren’t quite sure why Bokuto had gone round telling otherwise. The third years apologized on their behalf, sheepishly walking back to their team as you excused yourself yet again.

Even some of the Furkurodani boys grinned at you and gave you a thumbs up, thanking you for making Akaashi smile every now and then. As much as you wanted to take credit for those smiles, you weren’t quite sure how to awkwardly tell them that you and their setter were just. friends.

Did Bokuto not realize that you and Akaashi were just friends? Why was he torturing you like this? It’s not like he didn’t know you were constantly staring at his best friend. You wanted to slip away, hide in a corner, because now it felt like everyone was looking at you differently. You were no longer just a friend of the Fukurodani boys, now you were Akaashi’s girlfriend. You wanted that title more than anything, but not like this. And what would he say when he found out? He’d probably kill Bokuto for insinuating that the two of you were dating because you two were just friends. Just. Friends. And nothing more.

You finally managed to find Akaashi, who was giving a weird look to some of the Karasuno boys, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, “-who told you that?” He asked, a slight hint of surprise in his voice.

“Bokuto!” A small redhead grinned widely, catching your eye and his eyes widening, “Your boyfriend is so cool!” He yelled at you before stuffing his face with more food.

Akaashi whirled around to see you, both of you sharing a look of what the hell is going on? “I’m going to kill him,” he huffed as he walked over to you, handing you a plate of food. “I’m sorry I took so long but I piled enough on there for the two of us. But… everyone keeps asking me… questions.”

“About… us?” You asked slowly and he just shifted in his stance, nodding slowly. “Me too. Bokuto seems to have a big mouth for things that don’t exist.”

Don’t exist, the words rang in Akaashi’s head as he tried to remind himself that as much as he wanted, you two weren’t dating. He wasn’t sure why Bokuto had it in his mind that you were, or that he could go telling literally everyone around, but he would kill him first and ask questions later.

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto yelled, as if he felt you two thinking about him and magically appeared behind you two. “How’s the happy couple!?”

“Bokuto, what did you do?” You groaned, not at all hungry anymore even though the food on the plate still smelled incredible.

“Do?” He asked, tilting his head as Akaashi groaned. “Why do you two look so stressed? It’s a BBQ!”

“Bokuto, you idiot. Why does everyone think we’re dating?” Akaashi asked him, flicking his upperclassman in the head. “What did you do?”

“Aren’t you?” Bokuto asked with a furrowed brow, looking between you two. “I thought all those nights Akaashi snuck away, I thought he finally got up the courage to tell you how he feels,” he told you, an oblivious and concerned look in his eyes. “Did he not tell you?”

“N-No,” you managed to get out, your face feeling hot again. What would it take to just forget all of this happened? To forget that Bokuto just insinuated that Akaashi has feelings for you? It had to be a lie right? Akaashi was going to insist that he didn’t have feelings for you and that you two were just friends. You didn’t want to hear it - you’d give anything to just slip away and forget this whole day ever happened. 

“Bokuto, I hadn’t told her yet,” Akaashi sighed instead, shaking his head. 

“You chickened out again?” Bokuto gaped, patting his friend’s shoulder in comfort. “It’s okay, I’m sure it’ll go great when you finally tell her!” He insisted, as if you weren’t standing right there.

“Tell me what?” You asked quietly, watching Akaashi’s somewhat strained expression. Why did he seem so nervous? What did Bokuto mean when he said Akaashi chickened out again? You didn’t want to believe that all of this meant what you thought it meant because getting your hopes up was terrifying. But you stared at him anyways, waiting for someone to explain to you like you were a child. 

Bokuto just grinned, looking between you two as if watching a film and waiting for the ending. “Go on, tell her!” Bokuto insisted to his friend, nudging him towards you.

Akaashi had a flush on his cheeks and he was starting to avoid your eyes. His weight shifted back and forth on his feet as he played with his fingers, sighing quietly, “I didn’t want to do this in front of everyone, Y/N,” he admitted softly.

Your heart was pounding in your ears. This couldn’t be happening now, could it? You were just friends, you were just friends, you were just friends. The words had been repeating in your head ever since Akaashi had first snuck into your room. You two were only friends - there was nothing more. You had to believe that. Because if there was something more, it meant leaving your heart open to be broken. What if he only liked you because you were available? What if he didn’t really see anything in you? What if he moved away after high school and the two of you drifted apart? Losing a friend hurts, but if you two took the next step and then you lost your friend and a lover? It would be devastating. 

“Stop overthinking,” Akaashi stated after a moment, his eyes finally catching yours and seeing that telltale sign that you were spiraling mentally. He took the plate from your hands, setting it on a nearby table so you weren’t holding it for forever. “I like you. I’ve always liked you. I wanted to tell you that night before the summer camp. And every other time that I came to see you. I’ve been wanting to tell you since that day we spent at the park and you kept picking flowers for me. You don’t make me feel like I need to be anything more than me.” Akaashi swallowed hard as he watched your eyes, feeling a little light headed as the words spilled from his lips. “I know we’re friends. But I don’t want to be just friends anymore, Y/N…”

“You don’t?” You asked softly, biting down on your inner cheek nervously. Was this really happening? Your hands were trembling at your sides, looking up at Akaashi like everyone else had disappeared (though you could still feel Bokuto squirming and squealing beside you, watching the interaction). 

Akaashi just gave you that same smile he always did, taking one of your hands and giving it a squeeze, “I’m tired of always telling people that we’re just friends. I don’t want just any friend in my sweaters and I don’t go climbing into people’s rooms in the middle of the night just because they’re a friend.”

“You did what?” Bokuto gasped, eyes widening but immediately shushing when Akaashi sent him a little glare for interrupting. 

Akaashi took another breath and just shook his head slightly, “I want us to be more than friends, Y/N. So maybe if you’re okay with it, we can start telling people that Bokuto isn’t a liar and that… you are my girlfriend?”

You looked around the space, expecting the sky to be falling or some imaginary creature to randomly show up. Because this had to be a dream right?

“You’re not dreaming, dummy,” Akaashi laughed, seeing the panic in your eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. But I needed this off my chest,” he explained, starting to let go of your hand. You watched as a flash of disappointment crossed his eyes before you grabbed his hand again, squeezing.

“Of course I want to,” you breathed out shakily. “I just… always thought you wanted to be just friends. But I’ve always wanted something more with you.”

Akaashi’s face broke out into the biggest grin you’d ever seen before, pulling you into a tighter hug than he’s ever given you before, actually forcing a breath from your lungs.

“Don’t kill her before your first date!” Bokuto screeched, trying to pry Akaashi’s arms from around you. “God, that took you guys forever! I gotta go tell everyone that I’m not a liar now!” Bokuto beamed, rushing away from the new couple to shout it from the top of his lungs that his best friend finally had a girlfriend.

Akaashi laughed a bit and shook his head, watching his idiotic friend bounce around. “You should eat,” he pointed out after your hug was interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.

You nodded and smiled up at him, “Only if you eat with me.”

“Of course. Can’t leave my girlfriend to eat on her own now, can I?” He teased, a smile on his face as he realized how easy and natural it seemed to call you that. The two of you walked around before finding a spot to eat, mingling with those around you.

You watched as Akaashi talked to people, so calm and almost unaffected by everything that just happened. But then he’d look at you with a smile, open his mouth for you to feed him and take your hand in his, and you felt like you were falling for him all over again. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself later thinking about how many people you were going to have to hear “I KNEW IT” from. Because maybe you and Akaashi were just a little bit more than friends.

Okay fine, a lot more.

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2021.11.30 (italics dialogue = english)

happy enniversary everyone 🤍

i wrote this while i'm like.. half asleep so it might be really bad- i'm so sorry in advance y'all

btw: i'm not going to write about the time when the boys sorted out the whole poly thing lol it would be too hard. just know that it happened after jeju

heeseung's point of view

"For God's sake, Niki.." Sunoo placed his face in his hands.

"I'm really sorry, hyungs," Niki had his head down.

We're all gathered in the office. Specifically in the back room of a dance practice room. This is one of the only rooms where we'll have total privacy.

This is also the place where Niki made a massive mistake last night.

"In his defence, if I slow danced with Lala- if I was that close with her, I probably would've kissed her, too," Jake attempted to save him.

"I'm sure we all would but that's not the point. If he hadn't asked her to dance in the first place then it wouldn't have happened," Jay let out a humourless chuckle. "Shit."

"Well there's no point in crying over spilled milk now, what should we do?" Sunoo asked.

"Should we just forget about it?" Niki asked.

"No!" we all said in unison.

"It's unfair to Lala. She'll keep thinking about it, you know?" Sunghoon explained while playing with his hands.

"She'll bottle it inside just to make us happy too," Jungwon added. "She hides it well but nowadays she seems to be getting more and more sad."

"Because she wants us to actually be boyfriend and girlfriend, like an actual couple. She keeps waiting and waiting for us to ask the question because she doesn't wanna ruin what we have if she's the one who asks," Jake exclaimed a little.

Out of all of us, Jake and Niki find our 'situationship' with Della the most frustrating. They find it hard to understand why we can't just be a couple.

Or couples? Not sure.

"Did she tell you that?" Jay asked Jake.

"No, but it's quite obvious," Sunghoon answered for him.

"Then what the fuck do we do?" Jay sighed heavily, leaning back on the couch.

"Heeseung-hyung, you're very quiet," Jungwon pointed out. All their eyes turned to me.

You know what? Fuck it.

Figuring out this poly shit was hard as fuck and there's no way that this easily-solvable shit is going to be compared to that.

It took us five goddamn days to sort that one out.

Well- it probably would've been quicker if it wasn't so hard to find a time and place where Della wasn't there.

After getting help from Alice (who knows both sides of the story), we finally concluded that sharing might not be so bad. It's controversial- yeah, but we're comfortable with it so as long as it stays a secret, it shouldn't matter.

So why should this shit matter so much?

"I think she should be our girlfriend," I simply said.

"What?!" everyone exclaimed with wide eyes.

"But you said-" I cut Jay off.

"I know what I said," I sat up straight. "Look, we've already sorted out this.. sharing thing. PD-nim gave us his blessing. Della likes us and we like her. Being a couple shouldn't be a problem."

"What if she gets overwhelmed? I mean- for God's sake, there's seven of us," Sunghoon asked with a small humourless chuckle.

"Well she's been doing well, hasn't she? I feel like all of us are satisfied. Besides, there's not going to be much of a difference, really. It'll just be like a security and we'll be able to do more couple-like stuff that we can't really do now. You guys want that, right?," the boys were silent, taking what I said in.

"-and Jaeyun's right. Alice told me about how upset Lala is about us not being a couple," I softly said. "She said that if we don't ask her soon, she's certain that another boy will," I noticed some of them clench their fist.

"I don't know about you guys but I really, really wanna be with her," Jay was playing with his fingers.

"Me too," everyone else agreed.

"Are we still okay with this sharing thing?" they all nodded and I looked into everyone's eyes to find any trace of hesitance. None.

"What are we going to tell our families though?" Jungwon asked. Crap, I forgot about that.

"I think it's best to not tell them, at least not yet- unless you guys are certain that your families will be okay with it."

"My parents really like Lala," Niki muttered.

"Same, they really wanna meet her in person," Jake added.

"My mom really wants us to be together," Jay chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"Doesn't all our parents like all the members?" Sunoo asked with a confused face, making us laugh.

"Wait, so how should we do it? How should we ask her?" Sunghoon asked.

della's point of view

"We're home," I groaned as we stepped into the dorm. My muscles are crazy sore today. I worked out straight after practice.

We're going to have a comeback in a month and shooting starts in two days. Since I'm turning eighteen internationally, my outfits for this comeback are gonna be more revealing, so I've been exercising extra hard to have my body looking the best it's ever been.

"You should wash up first, Lala," Sunoo stroked my hair when I crashed on the couch. "Take a bath maybe, your muscles must be crazy sore."

"I already showered earlier, I'll take a bath after you guys are done," I closed my eyes and hummed. I really love it when someone plays with my hair.

"It's okay, just go first!" Jake insisted. "We all showered earlier, too," he plopped on the seat beside me.

"Everyone okay with that?" I opened my eyes to look at all the boys (except Jay and Riki, who are both in the bedroom). They all nodded and Jayki called out a 'yes.' "Thanks guys."

Twenty minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom with a relieved sigh. All I wanna do now is chill with some food in my tummy.

"What the-" the living room had dim lighting and it smells so good. It was like my favourite candle mixed with meat or something.

Okay, I know that my birthday is in like.. an hour- maybe less but I was really praying that they weren't going to do something sweet or romantic.

Especially after what Riki and I did yesterday.

We completely pretended like it didn't happen.

After the kiss, he offered for us to eat the chocolate cake. We had some small talk while we did but the air still felt tense.

We still held hands on the way home at least, and we weren't (visibly) awkward today.

I'm not sure if he told the boys but it doesn't seem like it. I imagine that there would be a sense of tension if he did and there was none of that. It literally feels as if nothing happened.

"Did you guys- eh.. Did you guys buy food?" I called out.

Why don't I just go and check? Simple. I'm scared.

What if it's romantic?

"Lala, come here," Heeseung called.

I let out a deep breath. I prayed a little before making my way to the living room.

"Guys.." I sighed, looking at the scene they set up.

They lit up some candles, including one of my favourite scented one. On the coffee table were eight plates of steak with side dishes. There was also a bunch of bags near the pull-up bar.

The boys were all lined up in front of the sofa. They've all changed into their loungewear.

In Sunghoon's hand was a bouquet of my two favourite flowers, roses and sunflowers.

"You didn't have to do this," I let out a small smile, walking up to them.

Shit. It's like Riki all over again.

"We wanted to," Jay answered. I walked up to them and took the flowers.

"We ordered fancy protein," Sunghoon pointed, making me laugh.

He's a firm believer of proteins equals muscle gain. I am too but he's just on another level.

"Thank you guys, let's eat."

The steak was really nice and we had a great conversation to go with it. Heeseung played some chill music in the background while we drank soda (strawberry milk for me)- it's just so nice and I absolutely hated it.

For fuck's sake, stop making me fall harder.

"I'm gonna get the cake, it's almost midnight," Jungwon offered, getting up to go to the kitchen.

"Don't drop it," I joked.

"I'm getting your crown," Sunoo clapped his hands while standing up.

"Crown?" I asked, looking up at him.

"It's my ice princess' birthday. All princesses need a crown," Sunghoon mumbled, playing with my newly dyed hair.

"You really do look good with this hair," Jake complimented.

"Thank you, Jakey. You suit black hair too- you all look really good with your new hair," I ran my hand through Jay's hair. "When are you going to dye yours? You said you wanna do black again," I asked him.

"Probably after jacket shooting," as soon as he finished saying that, Jungwon and Sunoo were back.

"Happy birthday to youu," we all stood up and the boys sang together while I awkwardly clapped with a grin.

Sunoo placed a 'birthday girl' sash on me while Riki put the crown on top of my head.

"Happy birthday to youu," Jungwon went in front of me, still holding the cake. I did a small prayer before blowing the candle.

"Yay!" we all clapped and Jungwon placed the cake on the coffee table.

"Wait let's go up front so we can group hug," I told them. We gathered in front of the TV to do our usual group hug. "I love you guys. Thank you so much."

"We love you too, Lala. Happy birthday," Heeseung responded.

'We love you too.'

If only they loved me enough to make me as theirs.

Fuck. Nope. Stop thinking about it. Don't fucking cry.

Well I can't fucking help it when they're making me fall harder and harder every day.

"Let's open the gifts, Lala," I quickly blinked back the tears before we let go. Jay grabbed all the bags as the rest of us sat on the couch.

Everyone's presents were soo nice. Jungwon gifted me a new sweater, Sunoo's were the serums I'm running low on, Sunghoon's was new candles, Jay and Jake both gifted shoes, and Heeseung gave me a new fitness outfit set with (much needed) gloves.

The boys definitely intended for Riki's gift to come last because they asked him to hold his while they let me randomly choose the rest.

"Riki-kun.." I said before opening the small box. "Riki-kunn," I stretched out when I opened it.

Inside the box were a pair of chunky mini hoop earrings. They were gorgeous.

I was about to take them out to try them on when I noticed something written on the inner lid of the box, so I picked it up to inspect.

Holy shit.

It was 'will you be ours?' in three different languages. Korean, English and Japanese.

I looked up at Riki in shock before adverting my eyes to the rest of the boys.

"Will you be ours?" Jake repeated out loud.

"Are you kidding?" I whispered. Tears are now welling up in my eyes again.

"We're certain, Della. Will you accept all seven of us?" Heeseung asked softly.

"I thought you would never ask,” quite literally.

[1kook]

skirt chasers - drabble iii

this a skirt chasers drabble in case u couldn't tell uhhh here’s i and ii lol

summary; “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?” warnings; alcohol mention, tit sucking, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, uhh making out??? ratings; mature (18+) misc; educational abolitionist!jungkook, drunk jk, mentions of throwing up lol, jk is an anatomy frEAK, more skirts, more jk has questionable kinks wc; like barely 2k

notes; i wrote this in like 40 mins bc i couldn't stop thinking about STIMBO jk from skirt chasers and how cool he is enjoy xxxx also i barely rmr shit from anatomy bc it was the worst course of my life so pls bear with me

His first mistake is getting drinks with the boys. You like to think you know your boyfriend pretty well, know what he’s good at, where he excels, where he thrives, and well. Drinking doesn’t rank too high on the list.

Jimin calls a little past midnight. “Kook’s on the table,” he slurs into the phone, too loud and too sloppy for a Wednesday night phonecall.

“Ha?” you mumble back, rubbing your eyes until you see stars. The room is dark, practically spinning from how out of it you are. Chaeyoung is dead asleep in her room, so even whispering feels like a crime. “Where are you guys?”

Some bar on the south side of town, that strip where all the newly turned twenty-one year olds go to get wasted. Jungkook’s supposed to be studying for some big exam he has on Friday— at least, that’s what he told you —so it takes a few minutes of convincing on Jimin’s part until you’re shrugging your coat on, blindly navigating through your apartment for your keys and wallet. You briefly consider taking an Uber, but ultimately decide you’d rather get stabbed to death on a public bus so at least your family can sue the city afterwards.

Jungkook is indeed on the table, except the table has long since tipped over. So now he’s just sprawled across some dirty bar floor, puppy-soft head of curls spilling over his forehead. He’s so cute, so adorable. You want to kill him. “Up,” you command, channeling the strength of twelve football players to haul your beefy boyfriend off the ground.

“Baby,” he beams, looking at you but not actually looking at you. “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?”

You don’t even know what that means, can’t even question him, because then Jin is angrily yelling at you to cover his tab. You pay with a stiff middle finger, flail the three dollars in your wallet at him, before sweeping away your poor damsel in distress. “You’re supposed to be studying,” you huff, can’t even be mad when he stops to throw up in a bush outside the bar. You’re so embarrassed, pretend you don’t know him as you pull up the bus times on your phone.

He’s huffy by the time you get on the bus, sniffling against your neck as he cries about his common hepatic portal vein thing— you don’t fucking know.

Chaeyoung isn’t too impressed with you when you bring him home, dump him on the couch while she steals your AirPods from your room. “Explain yourself,” you demand, and his head rolls back.

“I hate school,” he complains, slaps a hand down against his forehead. You’re certain he’s concussed himself this time. Then he’s bending over, head held between his hands. “Wanna cry.”

You sigh, kneeling in front of him. “You’re almost done,” you comfort him, hand on the back of his head. He’s so sweaty, and smells like all his friends colognes at the same time. “You’re smart, baby, you can do this.”

Your words have the opposite effect, because then he’s rocking forward childishly, nearly rams your skulls together and kills you. He’s reached the point of his insobriety where he’s too sad and huffy to think, sadly leaning against your shoulder as if that’ll somehow solve all his problems. You doubt it will, but there’s really nothing much you can when Jungkook reaches this point, so you settle on softly patting the back of his head until the fool is fucking snoring against you.

Chaeyoung blesses you with her divine retribution the next morning by using up the last of your body wash, and then you’re left to deal with a hungover Jungkook on a Thursday morning. You’re pretty sure he had a class that morning, but he wakes up too late for you to even try to convince him to still go, and then he’s moping on your couch in last night’s clothes. You’re getting ready for your internship, blouse half buttoned, pencil skirt wiggled up to your waist.

“Abolish exams,” he mutters, numbly staring at the ceiling as you wipe his face with a cleansing towelette. He doesn’t seem remotely interested in the shower or the pancakes you made, which lets you know this is a much more serious issue than just a drunken episode. “Aren’t they stupid?” You nod. “Sure, test me on every damn thing we’re learning right now as if science isn’t always changing and I’ll have to keep learning anyway.”

He looks over at you, under-eye bags absolutely horrendous. “Tests are stupid,” you agree, and it seems to be exactly what he wants to hear as he sinks into your arms, face buried in your chest. “Too stupid for smarty-pants Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook groans, flops over you on the couch all smelly and gross. “They test you for memorization and not comprehension,” he adds, finally wiggling out of his stinky clothes.

With Jungkook, you can never tell where things are going. One minute he’s cursing the education system and the next he’s kissing along your neck in his rambling fury. “As if I these materials will somehow become nonexistent once I’m working,” he huffs, hands on your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat, fingers digging into his biceps as he mindlessly kisses down the valley between your breasts. “Shit’s so fucking stupid,” he spits, bunching your skirt around your waist.

“Jeon—“

“I’m just trying to be a fuckin’ pediatrician, for fuck’s sake,” he growls, hastily undoes the front buttons on your blouse. Your black bra comes into view, heart pounding in your chest as Jungkook makes quick work of reaching behind and undoing it, pushing it away, and cupping your breasts in his palms. He guides one of your legs around his waist, tucks it around him as he gets to work raining down kisses on your tits. “So pretty, doll,” he murmurs, pretty pink lips leaving smooches down your chest.

You bite down on your lip, watch through hazy eyes as those big doe eyes flick up at you, tongue swirling around your nipple. “N— Not tired anymore?” you pant, hands in his hair. It’s still dry and knotted from last night’s adventures, but you don’t mind. Not when Jungkook’s hard cock is flush against your thigh.

“Nah,” he confirms, rolling his hips forward against your core. Oh he was horny horny this morning. Or was he angry horny? You don’t care, either way you were winning. “I serenaded you last night, y’know?”

You snort, but it morphs into a whimper when he captures your rock hard nipple between his perfect teeth. “Not a serenade,” you whimper, fingernails running along his scalp, “if I’m not there.”

Jungkook leans back, lets you breathe for a second as he unbuckles the front of his pants, jeans pulled down around his thighs. And of course he’s hard as fuck by now; this was Jeon Jungkook you were dealing with. He could get it up and going in two seconds flat at the mere sight of your collarbones. “You were there,” he insists, capturing your hand in his all romantic like until you’re flustered and shaking him off. He levels you with a cheesy grin, presses your palm against his chest. “Here.”

You gag. “That’s disgusting.”

Jungkook laughs, all squeaky and airy because he’s never given a fuck about looking cool in front of you. His next words only prove your point. “Why? Don’t like being nestled against my left lung and esophagus, all sexy like?”

You roll your eyes, tug your panties aside to give him a full view of what his dorky anatomical talk has done to you. “Dick me down or go away,” you say, pointer finger nudging his chin up when he stares too long

He snaps his teeth at you, almost bites your finger, the fuckin’ weirdo. “Sassy today,” he teases, presses the tip of his cock against you. Both of you groan, watch as he glides himself up and down your folds, angry mushroom head pushing against your clit. “Always so wet for me,” he mumbles shakily, eyes zeroed in on your wet folds and how slick they feel against him. “Didn’t stretch you out again.”

“Yo— You’re mean about that anyway,” you pant, pulling him closer by those firm ass cheeks of his. “I can tell when you’re using me as a reference model.”

Jungkook gasps as if he’s genuinely scandalized by your claim, follows your wordless command and finally lines himself up with your quivering entrance. “I’m a hands-on learner,” he offers, his cheeky smile still on his face until he finally sinks into you and his features twist up all pretty. “Your pussy’s just so pretty, baby,” he grunts, hand on your hip.

Your face feels warm, from the pleasure that rolls over your body and the vulgarity of his words. “Shush now,” you say, try to sound strict and in command, but he’s got his other hand cupping your jaw, looking at you like you’re a goddess and not some dorky college student in their even dorkier internship uniform.

“Temptress,” he mumbles, pushes past your clenching lips until he’s flush against you, your walls spasming around his cock because he just feels so good. “Tried to sneak past me in that tiny skirt.” He draws back, lets his swollen head catch at the entrance before sliding back in, pace slow and sensual, too intimate for some random Thursday morning. “Little doll just needs to be fucked in the morning, doesn’t she?” A pitiful whimper catches in your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every glide of his dick back inside of you.

“N- Not my fault you have naughty eyes,” you whimper, hand coming up to bite at your knuckles as Jungkook continues to fuck you so sweetly. “Fuck.”

Jungkook ducks over you, wavy hair tickling your forehead as his hot breath fans across you. Smells like the mouthwash you made him take and hints of last night’s alcohol. “Can’t help it,” he husks, capturing your lips in his. Sloppy and wet, tongue clashing with yours as he guides you along, hips slowing to rhythmic ruts that have you moaning after each roll.

A few drawn-out thrusts later and you’re coming, body so sensitive this early in the morning, and it certainly doesn’t help that Jungkook looks like that (sweaty and worn, dark eyes watching you writhe beneath him). Surprisingly, it takes him a few more rushed thrusts before he follows, barely managing to pull out in time before his sparkling cum is splattering over your tummy and the skirt bunched around it. “No,” you whine, melting into the couch. “Jeon, this is my only one,” you complain, rubbing a hand over your eyes as if that’ll somehow make your legs work again enough to push him off.

Jungkook says nothing as he tucks himself back into his boxers, chest heaving from exertion as he crashes back onto the couch. “Liar,” he responds after a moment, out of breath and half asleep again. He’s still technically hungover. Hand lazily drawing circles on your knee as you sit up, wiggling your skirt back down. He gives you this indecipherable look. “I hid the other one under your dresser.”

You smack his arm. “Why the hell would you—“

He tackles you back into the couch, presses the stain into your skirt. It must feel gross against his naked tummy, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care. “Makes me too horny,” he announces, pout pressed against your neck. “I had a teacher fantasy the other day. Did I tell you?” You roll your eyes, resigning yourself to this new life squashed beneath your boyfriend. “You were my high school anatomy teacher and I failed, so you made me stay after school for supplemental lessons—“

“That’s an abuse of power,” you point out, back to carding your hands through his now sweaty and greasy hair. “And you would never fail an anatomy class, that’s literally your comfort area of study.”

“Listen,” he stresses, lifts his head until he’s peering at you with these humongous Bambi eyes. “You spanked me and—“

“Go get my skirt.”

Copyright © 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[mm2305]

Midnight cravings

Pairing : Ethan Ramsey x Olivia Valentine || Rating/Warnings : general / none just one swear word || Words : around 600 || Summary : Olivia has a pregnancy craving for ice cream at 3 am.

A/N : Hello hello! I'm still alive lol! This is just a little drabble I wrote in the middle of the night. Not edited. Enjoy!

Masterlist

Somebody would think that having a morality crisis at 3 in the night, would entail a pretty good reason. In this case it was a pretty solid one. In Olivia's opinion, at least. A pregnant woman well into her second trimester, having a craving in the middle of the night, is pretty normal right? At least that's what she was telling herself while sneaking to the kitchen, her hair looking like a bird's best and wearing her husband's old college hoodie and shorts. She opened the freezer looking around for her chocolate ice cream that should be there seeing as her cravings were still raging. "Oh Ethan you're a dead man if there's none of it in this fridge.", she whispered to herself sighing.

"Now you don't mean that, do you love?"

Olivia was startled at the sudden intrusion and turned to look at him with a glare that would scare the hell out of anyone other than Ethan. Over the years he'd gotten used to them, although this one made him take a step back. Enraging his very pregnant wife was not a good decision. She continued glaring at him, neither of them making a move.

"Try me, Beyonce."

That made him burst out laughing before he realized his mistake. Olivia slowly walked up to him her gaze never leaving his, perfectly calm yet her eyes were blazing.

"I can't find my ice cream Ethan, even though you assured me you got some yesterday. If that was a lie, let me tell you that we are not amused, darling. So. You either go and get me and our daughter some ice cream or you can go sleep on the couch. Not the guest room. The. couch. I'll be upstairs." She turned around and up the stairs without another word.

Sighing, he went to the front door closet and wore his shoes and jacket. Taking some cash and his keys, he went to his car in search of his beloved wife's ice cream.

****

A little over an hour later, Ethan came back holding a bag containing not one, but three pints of ice cream. Having to go to the other side of the city to find the particular brand she liked, exhausted his already sleepy self and he was more than ready to go back to bed. He took off his trainers already half asleep and went upstairs in their bedroom, expecting to find Olivia wide awake scrolling on her phone.

The sight in front of him made him silently groan. Olivia was asleep, an empty container of the ice cream she couldn't find before, placed on his nightstand. Dragging his feet across the floor he saw a note next to it, in Liv's handwritting.

"Babe I'm so sorry, I just forgot to check the mini fridge earlier. You are the absolute best tho. Love ya <3"

"This woman will be the end of me" , he mumbled under his breath as he put down the note and went over to the mini fridge they had in their room to place the ice cream.

Throwing his jacket on the floor, not really caring about it at that moment, he slipped under the covers and pulled his wife's sleeping form closer. Placing a kiss on the side of her neck as she unconsciously melted into him, he allowed his eyelids to close and drifted off to sleep.

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[its-kall-the-clown]

Random idea, but secret relationship Spicynoodles, except nobody's figured it out by the time S3 rolls around. So Red joins the crew somehow and he and MK have much more time together... except there's a ton more people around so they can't be too romantic otherwise questions will start coming.

Jesuse Christ anon I was about to go to bed. I had my paint mixing ASMR on and literally just plugged my phone in So i could pass out but now I'm wide awake because I HAD to write this.

This is your fault I'm up late. Thank you.

Also heads up I wrote this entirely on my phone while half asleep so any mistakes plz ignore I'll edit it tomorrow LOL

Title : No Questions Asked!

Rated : pg-13 for sexual content but they don't get far

"We have to be quick!"

MK shushed Red Son, shoving him into the small storage closet where they giggled and hushed each other while tripping over cleaning supplies and spare parts for the airship.

The young adult presses his lips onto his secret lovers hungrily and he can feel the vibrations of a content purr rumble from his lover's chest.

Red Son joining them on their journey was an unexpected surprise. But not an unwelcomed one.

At least not for MK anyways.

Everyone else had been opposed to having the fire demon join them on such an important mission, but eventually, MK was able to convince them that they definitely needed the extra firepower.

Pun intended.

But MK and Red Son had this tiny little HUGE secret.

They have been dating for a few months now and we're just now graduating out of the puppy love stage into the horny can't keep hands off each other stage. Which normal wants a problem when you were sneaking around after hours to hidden rendezvous where they could easily get into each other's pants without worrying about being caught.

But now.

"MK?" Where did you go bud??" Wukong calls out and MK feels his heart stop in his chest. The monkey king had become... particularly protective of the boy lately, going as far to hover over him like a concerned parent and always having one appendage or another (like a tail) grabbed onto him like he was worried he disappear any second.

It was sweet.

And also god damn annoying when all you want to do is make out for five fucking minutes alone with your boyfriend.

A few moments pass where both mortal and demon hold their breath as frantic footsteps pass by their hiding space. MK only lets out his sigh of relief when the footsteps fade.

"Finally." MK's shoulders sag under the relief but his moment but it's quickly shattered by hands grabbing his ass and pulling him closer.

"Where were we?" Red Son purrs out and MK leans forward feeling a hint of fang mixed into their kiss. He groans into it as it becomes deeper and more desperate.

It's nothing but bites, tongue, and hair-pulling after that. MK hikes his legs up around his lover's waist and Red Son supports his weight easily with a hand to his thigh.

MK feels his back hit a wall and he lets out a little desperate moan when Red Son moves from MK's lips to his neck.

"Don't leave marks!" He gasps out worried the others will see. He feels the demon growls frustrated against his skin.

"Then I'll have them where no one will see them." He hisses out lifting MK's shirt up with a yank and he latches onto his collarbone.

"ReeeEEEed!" Mk gasped out, throwing his head back in a moan of pleasure. He grabs the base of his lover's ponytail ready to let the demon ravish him.

At least he would have if the door to the closet didn't open halting them both in their tracks.

"Mr.Tang!!"

MK shrieks feeling every inch of exposed skin (which was currently a lot) flush bright tulip red. The man in question had a teacup in hand and he looked at them with a bored expression. sizing them both up and the whole vintage before them with scrutiny.

He takes a reallllllllyyyyyy long sip that feels boarder line like harassment at this point.

"I would like to redeem my no-questions-asked card now!!!" Red shouts his hair sputtering and flickering like a gasoline fire.

Tang looks at them both over again and shrugs.

"Fair enough. Proceed."

The door closes shutting them both in darkness. The mood thoroughly killed. Red Son rests his head against MKs chest pulling his shirt down with a relieved sigh.

"Why do you have a 'no questions asked' card with Tang?" MK eventually asked smoothing out his clothes and hair in a feeble attempt to not have a 'just fucked in a closet look' to it

"If I told you it would revoke my card."

Red Son pushes a little kiss to MK's button nose ending the conversation.

[yungidreamer]

Day One

I’m not really back but I needed a distraction today so I wrote a little oneshot something. I’m posting this unedited so sorry for any typos or mistakes.

Summary: Yunho has fallen in love with his best friend and a Valentine’s Day together goes from angst to passion with a single heartfelt question.

Wordcount: 5.7k

Content warnings: angsty miscommunications, a little bit of strong language, communication that borders on consent porn (lol), making out, dry humping, protected penetrative sex (M,F). Happy ending.

“Oh hey,” Yunho greeted as he poked his head out through his front door. “You made it! Come on inside. I’m just finishing a few things up.”

“Am I too early?” Her eyes flicked to her watch to check how early she was. “I can always go buy some snacks and come back or something?”

“No, no, no, no,” he rushed to assure her, putting his large hand on her shoulder. “I’ve got all that covered. Come in, come in.” With a nod she stepped in through the door and into the apartment. Slipping off her shoes in the small well near the doorway, she made her way into the very familiar apartment. Two years of friendship meant she had spent hours and hours here studying, eating, and just hanging out. It was familiar and comfortable, almost a second home. He came to her place too, of course, it just depended on the day. It didn’t really matter, neither of them cared. It was all about whatever worked for both of them.

Today it was his place and almost an ordinary day. Almost.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” Yunho gestured at the old fluffy couch that sat across from the television in the living room. “You want a drink?”

“Uh maybe some tea?” She said as she flopped onto the couch. “It’s really cold out there.”

“Yeah, the weather has really been something, hasn’t it?” He chuckled as he walked into the kitchen, raising his voice as he walked to make sure she could still hear him. “I probably should have been a gentleman and come to you, especially given the day.”

“Since when has that been a thing between us?” She laughed.

“Hey,” he protested as he flipped the switch on the kettle. “I’m always a gentleman.”

“You’re a good guy and you’re a friend,” she admitted. “But it's never been like that between us.” Even if I wanted it to be, she finished in her head.

“Well no,” he shifted uncomfortably on his feet in the doorway. “But what kind of friend makes you trudge across town in the snow just for a movie and to hang out.”

“What, did you want to cancel it?” She questioned, a twinge of pain tweaking in her chest.

“And leave you with nothing to do on valentines day?” Yunho scoffed. “No, I should have come to you.”

“How is that better?” She rolled her eyes and looked away towards the TV to start flipping through Netflix to find the movie they were going to watch.

“Then I’d be the one out there trudging through the snow getting cold,” he pouted slightly at her before heading to the freshly boiled kettle. “It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she shrugged, speaking loudly enough for him to hear her over the slosh of the water into the mug. “I’m just as capable of making the trip as you are.”

“Can’t you ever just let me do the nice thing for you just because?” He huffed tiredly as he strode out with the steaming mug in hand.

“I mean yeah,” she shrugged and took it from him, not meeting his eyes. “But we aren’t like that. I can come to you just as easily as you can come to me. You don’t have to coddle me or something.”

“Sometimes it's just nice to be nice, bub,” he said over his shoulder as he went back to the kitchen to finish throwing the snacks into something. With a sigh he pulled out the two large bowls they always used for snacks and grabbed the large bag of chips from the counter. Why does she always have to make it so hard for me to do nice things for her, he asked himself. Every single time he tried to do something sweet, to show her that maybe he could be something more than just a friend, she did this. She became as prickly as a hedgehog and half the time wouldn’t even look at him. It was maddening.

This is probably it, he told himself, you’re friends and that’s it, just accept it. He sighed and gathered the snacks into his hands and headed back to the living room. There she was, sitting there, feet curled cutely under her as she held the warm mug with both hands, alternating between blowing on it and taking loud sips of the still hot drink. She was so...cute, it gave him a little flutter of butterflies in his gut that he had to mentally brush away as he set the bowls and platter down on the coffee table.

“So is this still what you want to watch?” She asked, the classic romcom pulled up on the screen.

“Well, seems right, what with what day it is and all,” he shrugged.

“Valentines Day,” she nodded. “As long as you’re sure.”

“What, you don’t?” He turned to face her, trying to read her reaction. “We don’t have to.”

“No it should be fun,” she put up a hand and waved away his offer. “You just aren’t a romance sort of guy. I don’t want you to watch something you don’t want to just because...I don’t know, because you think I want to or because of TrAdItIoN.”

She gave the last word a dramatic tone to emphasize it properly in the context.

“You say tradition like it’s a bad thing.” Yunho scoffed.

“Yeah, I mean usually it's why people do things they don’t really want to do, but they feel like they are supposed to,” she leaned her head back against the cushions behind her as she looked over at the tall boy beside her.

“Sometimes,” he admitted. “But sometimes things become traditions because they are nice to do.”

“And romcoms on Valentine's Day is nice to do,” she smiled up at him with an understanding laugh.

“Yeah it is,” Yunho grinned back. “So let’s get on with tradition.” She gave him a nod and let him start the movie as she grabbed a couple of chips and settled her head lightly on his shoulder, where it often sat as they watched movies together. Yunho set the remote on the arm of the couch and lifted the arm she was leaning against, moving it to wrap around her shoulder and pull her against him and guiding her head to rest on his chest. She relaxed against him and let out a little sigh as the movie started. Yunho fixed his eyes on the TV, purposefully concentrating on the movie rather than the warm, soft curves of the woman tucked into his side.

She jerked awake, her head having lost it’s careful perch on his chest when she went slightly limp in her sleep. Cracking open her eyes, she lifted her head and started to straighten up, pushing the heel of her palm down to push herself back up. Yunho made a grunt beside her and it was in that moment that she noticed just where her hand had landed and what it was pressed against. That warm, thick lump under her palm was a very happy Yunho separated from her touch by a mere layer of jean fabric.

“Shit,” she cursed, jerking back as if it had suddenly grown as hot as a cast iron pan that had been sitting on a stove at full heat. Yunho’s hand that had not been resting on her waist as she rested against him, clenched against his thigh and he turned his eyes to the kitchen as he felt her pull away.

“Sorry… sorry… I didn’t… sorry…” she kept muttering as she scurried to stand up.

“It’s okay,” Yunho rushed to assure her. “You didn’t… you just fell asleep.”

“I think… maybe I should just go home for today,” she turned towards the door, rubbing her hot, pink cheeks. “I’m clearly really tired today. Maybe I’m getting sick or something…”

“Do you feel sick?” He stepped forward and reached out to try and test her forehead.

“I am feeling a little nauseous right now,” she admitted, dodging his touch.

Pausing, he looked at her as she knelt down and reached for her shoes. “Am I that gross?” He asked quietly, unable to keep the small pang of hurt from coloring his tone.

“What?” She froze, turning to blink up at him with owlish eyes.

“You accidentally touched me for two seconds and it makes you feel sick,” he rubbed the back of his neck and clenched his jaw in frustration. “How am I supposed to take that?”

“I didn’t-- it’s not that,” she sighed, letting herself fall into a slump and dropping the shoe she had been about to put on. “I’m embarrassed, okay?”

“You didn’t do anything you need to be embarrassed about,” he objected. “I like that you do that sometimes.”

“Do… do what?” She froze looking up at him.

“Fall asleep on me,” Yunho dug his socked toes into the carpet as he muttered his reply, barely loud enough to be heard. “I like that you feel comfortable with me; that you relax.”

“You didn’t invite me over for a nap,” she shook her head and grimaced at the memory of the part she wasn’t even willing to acknowledge out loud.

“I invited you over to spend some time with you,” he shrugged, hiding his hands in his pockets. “If you spend a little of that time napping next to me… I don’t mind. You’re still here with me.”

“That’s sweet,” she offered, reaching for her shoe again. “I just think… maybe another day would be better.”

“Please don’t go,” Yunho managed to squeeze out. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week. I’ve missed hanging out.”

“What if…” She sighed. “How about we meet for coffee or something tomorrow?” Something out of both of their places seemed safe enough, she silently settled on. They needed a reset in general. Things had been awkward lately and she was sure that if she wasn’t careful, she was one step away from doing something stupid that would really ruin everything between them.

“If you want,” he gave a little shrug, heart sinking in his chest.

“Or we can just take a little break instead,” she offered, finally managing to sink her heel into her boot. “I know things have been weird lately, so maybe that would just be for the best.”

“What did I do wrong,” he finally forced himself to ask. A big part of him didn’t want to ask; didn’t want to know. But she was slipping away already. If she went through the door today, he was almost positive it would be awhile before he saw her again.

“Nothing,” she shook her head, determinedly stuffing her other foot into her second shoe. “You didn’t do anything.” She grumbled, double knotting the lace of her shoe. “But you know that things have been a little weird as well as I do and I would rather take a few weeks apart than have things get to the point where we… aren’t friends at all.”

“Weeks?” He breathed in disbelief. “No, that’s it. Just stop.” Reaching down, he pulled her to stand facing him. “Talk to me. Tell me what I did. It must have been something. Please just give me a chance to fix it.”

“You didn’t do anything,” she shook her head, lowering her gaze.

“Please tell me,” he implored, a tightness in his chest holding his breath captive. Bringing his hands to her face, he held it facing his own, his eyes searching for some clue as to why she was slipping away. “Let me fix it.”

“You…” she started, feeling the prickle of tears filling her eyes. He looked so sad, but what was she supposed to say? She loved him so much, the very last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, but wasn’t a little pain now better than a goodbye? They were friends. Just friends. It had to be enough because she couldn’t imagine things without him. It was more important than that aching want he caused in her whenever she saw him and more important than whatever might have been.

“Let me…” He breathed, letting his gaze fall to her lips. For both of them, the moment froze, time stopped and stretched like an ocean of possibilities, a thousand chances with a thousand rewards and consequences down each path.

“Yunho,” his name fell from her lips, breaking the spell like it had been as inconsequential as the filament of a spider’s web.

“Can’t you just love me back?” He whispered, holding her cheeks, running the pads of his thumbs over her cheekbones.

“I love you so much more than you know,” she admitted, bringing her hands to cover the backs of his.

“Then don’t go,” he drew closer. “Stay with me.”

“For the movie?” She ventured, half joking, half wanting to pull away again, back to the comfortable pretending space where she didn’t really have to risk her heart or their friendship.

“Forget the movie,” he gave a watery chuckle. “Stay for me.”

“Okay,” she nodded after a second, no longer able to keep herself from leaning towards his tempting cupid's bow lips. Meeting in the middle, their lips touched and exhilaration and relief flooded both of them at the contact. He started moving backwards, wanting to take both of them away from the threat the door represented just behind her.

“Wait,” she panted, pulling back just a shade to get it out.

“What?” He asked, barely giving her space, moving his lips over to the corner of her mouth.

“Shoes,” she breathed, her fingers tightening on his wrists.

“Oh,” he nodded, dropping to his knees in front of her and immediately moving to pull them off without even bothering to untie them. He finally managed to pull them off, throwing them behind her before pulling her into his arms to take her back to the couch where all this had started, this time kissing her like a drowning man sucking in breath as he breaks the surface of water. Months of want and need flowed forth like a flood finally having broken through the last levy that had held it back.

When the front of the couch finally brushed the back of his thighs, he let himself fall backwards into the soft cushions, bringing her with him, her knees hooked around his hips. His hands moved to grip her hips, coaxing her to grind against his wanting body. She moaned against his lips, her hands moving to brush along his shoulders and neck. He filled her senses completely, from the salty sweetness of his lips, to the scent of his warm skin, to the huff and moan of his breath tickling her ears. He was heaven. He was that thing her whole being had been itching for, for months.

“Mmm,” he moaned, letting his tongue flick over her bottom lip. “Tell me that you want this, too. I need to know it's not just me.”

“It’s not just you,” she assured him, returning the motion and brushing the tip of her nose against his. “I’ve wanted this so long.”

“Why… why didn’t you say something?” He queried, letting his fingers move into the waistband of her pants. “We could have… we could have done this so long ago.”

“I thought it was just me,” she explained. “I didn’t want to ruin things between us. I’d rather have friend Yunho than nothing at all.”

“You won’t get rid of me that easily,” he laughed. “Even if I hadn’t spent the better part of the last year thinking of you every time I…” he couldn’t bring himself to finish the admission, a pink blush blooming on the tips of his ears and his cheeks. “I wouldn’t have let it come between us.”

“Why didn’t you say something then?” She turned the question around on him.

“Because everytime I tried to get a little closer to you, you bristled and ran away from me,” he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “How was I supposed to read that?”

“I’m sorry,” she leaned into him pressing a line of kisses along the side of his neck.

“Apology accepted,” he cleared his throat, leaning back to allow her better access. With one hand between her shoulder blades and the other tucked into the waistband of her jeans, he pressed her against him. “Just don’t stop.”

She let out an eager hmmm and gave the flesh just below his ear a gentle suck. Goosebumps prickled over his arms and he felt himself pulse with want. It was euphoric, his every fantasy coming true and everything was moving both too fast and too slow for his taste.

“There are too many clothes,” he grumbled, feeling her lips tease along the line of his collar. “I want to touch you.”

“I guess we could…” she paused, leaning her temple against his shoulder. “Do you want to move into your room?”

“Really?” He asked, pulling her up so he could look into her eyes.

“I mean the couch is okay too,” she was quick to nod.

“No I mean,” he pursed his lips and shifted a little under her. “We can just do this. I don’t want to rush anything.”

“I’m not promising that we’ll do everything tonight,” she began carefully. “But, if you want to, I think I’d like to see where this goes somewhere a little more comfortable.”

“Give me, like, five minutes,” he told her, sliding her off his lap and into the cushion beside him. “I just want to clean up a little.”

“Sure,” she nodded. “Maybe I can just go to the bathroom and wash my face and stuff while you pick up.”

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed happily, taking her by the hand as he stood up. Dropping her off in front of the bathroom door he walked over to the linen closet and pulled out a new set of sheets, then headed for his bedroom. If this was going to happen, he told himself, it was going to happen in clean sheets. Quickly stripping the bed, he threw the new sheets on the bed and picked up the few socks and little bits of whatever that happened to have been left on the floor over the past couple of days. Throwing away the trash, he gathered the old sheets and the laundry, taking it out to the washer, deciding he could start it later, but certainly had better things to do at the moment.

Since the bathroom door was still closed, he decided he had enough time to do just a few little things to set the mood. Candles, where did I leave those things, he wondered in his head as he poked his head into the living room and then into the hall closet. Ah-ha, he thought victoriously as he laid eyes on the little box of candles and glass holders. Grabbing them, he made his way back to his bedroom and put the little votives on every surface far enough away from something flammable he had.

Just as he lit the last candle, he heard the click of the bathroom door opening. He tossed the lighter into the nearest drawer and nervously tried to brush the wrinkles out of the front of his shirt. The gesture was more soothing than it was effective, but was cute to see nonetheless when she poked her head around the frame of the door to see him.

“Hi,” she said nervously. “Are you done?”

“Yeah,” Yunho nodded, straightening up. “Do you… do you still want to move in here?”

“Yeah,” she replied with a smile. “It looks nice.”

“Thanks,” he replied automatically more than anything else. “So… ummm…”

“Let’s start by getting a little more comfortable,” she suggested, taking a few steps into the room.

“Right, yes,” he nodded vigorously, coming to meet her. When they were standing just a few inches apart, she reached out, putting her hands on his forearms comfortingly.

“Do you mind if I help you out of these?” She asked as her fingers moved to the button on his jeans.

“Please,” Yunho had been feeling the pressure of the tight fabric against his erection for what felt like forever and would be glad to be free of it. His hands moved to help guide the jeans off his hips as she undid the button and slid the zipper down. He leaned down to kiss her as he stepped out of the stiff fabric as it slumped around his ankles. Her hands went to the fastenings of her own jeans, kicking them off as he nuzzled and licked at her lips.

“What about this next?” She suggested, tugging at his shirt gently. Without answering he pulled back and pulled it off over his head as quickly as he could manage, leaving him in his socks and boxers.

“What about yours?” He asked, a hopeful look in his eyes as his hand brushed over her sleeve.

“Yeah,” she brought her hands over her head, allowing him to pull it off and toss it on top of her jeans off to the side.

“Bed?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her hips and lifting her against his chest. She nodded and brought her lips to his as he took the couple of steps to the mattress. Letting her down gently, he let her crawl backwards to the head of the bed and stretch out with her head on the pillows before crawling after her. As he drew near, looming over her with his much larger body, she opened her thighs to allow him to lay in the cradle they created.

“Hey,” she chuckled, bringing her arms to wrap around his neck as he laid himself over her.

“Hi,” he replied with a shy laugh. “We still good?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, brushing his bangs off his forehead. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hmmm?” His puppyish eyes looked into hers intently.

“Did you change the sheets?” she giggled, looking up into his overly serious expression.

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Mmm, I thought so,” she nodded. “They don’t smell like you.”

“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” He questioned, holding himself up on his forearms to keep most of his weight off her.

“Both… neither?” She said indecisively. “Just come a little closer to me.” He leaned closer, bringing his lips to her as he allowed more of his weight to press into her. Letting out a contented sigh, she deepened the kiss as she let her hands wander over the broad expanse of his bare back.

Yunho let himself get lost in the soft sensations of her lips and her hands as he pressed himself close. She felt as good and as comforting as he had dreamed she would on all those lonely nights. His tongue slipped in past her lips and past her teeth to tangle with her own, dancing together in a mutual sweep of pleasurable sensation.

Time passed unobserved as they lazily explored each other, mouth to mouth, hands gently flitting over the skin they could find. When he finally pulled back, he rolled slightly off her, laying his head on the pillow beside hers. He nuzzled into her cheek, his eyes closing as he just took in her scent mixed with the freshness of the clean sheets.

“Do you want to stop for tonight?” She asked, running her hand over his arm where it curved around her waist.

“We can if you’d like,” he offered. “I just wanted to hold you for a while.”

“I actually,” she started to speak and he could actually feel the heat of her blush rise against his lips as he kissed her cheek. “I’m feeling a little needy. We don’t have to go all the way but I kind of want a little something more.”

“Okay,” he nodded, pulling himself up onto one elbow. “What do you need?”

“I kind of… I just need a little friction,” she explained, her face aflame as she did. “Maybe you can just lay back and I’ll take care of it… with you, if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, show me what you like,” he nodded, eagerly shifting to lay on his back. Sitting up, she moved to straddle his hips, putting a knee to either side. Leaning forward, she propped herself up with a hand just above each of his shoulders. Unable to bring herself to look into his eyes at the moment, she closed her eyes and let her head droop slightly forward as she shifted her hips, looking for the right angle to get the friction she sought. Drawing in a deep breath through her nose, she tentatively slid herself along the ridge of his erection.

Yunho watched her face as she started to move, tantalized by the blissfully seeking expression on her face combined with the sensation of her grinding against him. He watched as her movements became more fluid and more sure, listening as her breathing became faster then hitched now and again as she hit something more pleasurable on her body. She was beautiful and tempting as she used his body to find some relief to the tension that knitted her brow.

“Does it feel good?” He asked, his hands helping her hips to press more harshly against him.

“Yeah,” she panted. “So good.”

“Is it better with me?” He questioned, wanting to know he was playing some part in that look on her face.

“So much better,” she agreed. “You make me feel so good.”

“Are you going to come all over me?” He prompted, bringing one hand up to her stomach to feel the muscles clench and quiver.

“Oh god, yes I think so,” she nodded, speeding up her grinding.

“Can you look in my eyes when you do, love,” he pressed, hearing that uneven puff that said she was getting close. Her movements faltered slightly, but she swallowed and managed to finally meet his gaze. Her eyes were hooded and hazy, and her pupils wide from a mix of the dim light of the candles and the pleasure coursing in her veins.

“So pretty,” he praised huskily. “Come for me, yeah?”

“Uh- uh-huh,” she nodded, her arms quivering and threatening to give out. With just a few more moves, she came apart over him. Her jaw went slack and her eyes squeezed shut as her body went rigid for a few seconds before a shiver worked its way through her body starting at her shoulders and reverberating down to her toes.

Weakness suffused her and her arms finally gave out. Collapsed against his chest, she huddled against him as she caught her breath. He murmured sweet nothings to her, soothing her with his voice as his hands stroked against her slightly tacky back. Want made his skin hurt but he savored this moment knowing it was a sort of first he would never have again. It was a fulfilment of a fantasy that had haunted him for months and part of him was afraid to poke at it, afraid it would burst like a bubble.

“Thank you,” she sighed, taking a deep breath that turned into a yawn.

“Are you up for a little more?” He tested, rubbing his chin gently against the top of her head. “I can take a few minutes to myself if you aren’t.”

“I can take a little more,” she nodded against his chest. “But I’m not feeling terribly coordinated at the moment.”

“It’s okay,” he chuffed, rolling them both over so that he was once again on top of her. “I think I can do the work this time.” Depositing her gently on the bed, he pulled back to look down at her nestled comfortably in his bed. She looked just right there, like she belonged there beside him. “Do you mind if I take the rest of the clothes off?”

“That’s fine,” she nodded. With a sigh, she propped herself up and reached behind her back to unhook her bra so he could remove it as he slid his boxers off and tossed them somewhere off the bed. Doing the same with her bra, he sat up on his heels and hooked his fingers in the band of her panties, pulling them gently down her legs and off. He knelt between her legs and looked down at her as she relaxed into the pile of pillows again. Her eyes skimmed over his face and down his body in that moment, taking in his strong, lean body.

“Oh my,” she breathed when her eyes finally lowered to his erection.

“What?” He asked as he moved to cover himself, slightly self conscious at the reaction.

“You’re just… big,” she replied after a second’s pause.

“I guess,” he admitted, blushing. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, reaching out in her desire to reassure him.

“Just one second,” he held up a finger then leaned over to open the drawer in his bedside table. After a little digging, he pulled out a small foil wrapper and tore it open.

“I’m on birth control,” she mentioned. “But better safe than sorry, right.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, rolling the latex down his length before reaching back into the drawer, this time pulling out a tube of clear lube. Taking a little on his fingers, he spread it between her already slick nether lips, just to be sure, before getting a little that he used on his latex covered length. Wiping his hand clean on a tissue, he finally lay down between her thighs, lining himself up with her core.

“You still want me?” He asked, running his hand up her side as he smiled down at her.

“Yes,” she nodded, wrapping her arms around his ribs as she relaxed beneath him.

“You’ve…” He paused, hips poised to thrust when it occurred to him to ask.

“Yeah, I’ve done this before,” she assured him, hugging his hips with her thighs, coaxing him to enter her.

“If it’s not good,” he said, slowly working himself into her body. “Just say something, promise?”

“I will,” she agreed. With each gentle thrust he went a little deeper, sinking himself into her moist heat inch by inch. Her body stretched satisfyingly around him, hugging his length with a sweet tension.

“Mmm, oh god,” he breathed as he reached the end of her body. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah, keep going,” she urged, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she moved impatiently. “You feel so good.”

He nodded and buried his head in the pillows near her head, letting his eyes close as he enjoyed the sensation of sliding in and out of her tight body. His body arched and curved against her as he found a slow and steady rhythm that had pleasure thrumming through him. It was even better than every late night fantasy that had flitted through his mind as he had imagined being with her. The only thing that would scratch that tickle of sexual frustration that had haunted him for months.

“Yunho,” she breathed his name against his collarbone, her lips ghosting over his skin as she spoke his name. He whispered hers back over and over, like a quiet mantra in the quiet of the room, otherwise filled with the creak of the bed and the rustle of the sheets amid the rhythmic pants of their breathing.

“Tell me I make you feel good,” he groaned, leaning close to feel her nipples abrade his chest as he moved against her.

“You feel like heaven,” she swore breathlessly.

“Mmmm,” he shuttered and his hips stuttered against her. “I’m not gonna last long. Can you come again? I want to feel you come around me.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, moving one hand to touch herself between them.

“Okay,” he closed his eyes and tried to think about something else, even as he felt himself getting close to that precipice. He couldn’t help but get drawn in by the feel of her hand moving against herself between them and he prayed she was as close as he was.

“Can you tell me I’m beautiful?” She asked shyly, her breath coming faster again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her temple. “So fucking beautiful I can barely breath when I look at you.” She let out a muffled little groan and he felt the first flutter of her body around him. He let out a long string of praise for her as he thrust into her, her hand trembling as she chased that pleasure again. He moaned out praise for every inch of her and every feature, exhaustively listing every freckle, dimple, and curve he loved about her until he felt her body burst with pleasure, pulsingly gripping his length and driving him over the edge and robbed him of speech as he spilled himself inside her.

In the moments that followed they both slowly fell back to earth, coming back to themselves, limbs entwined in the dim, quiet room. With a quick apology he rolled his weight off her, pulling her along with him so that she was curled against his side as they caught their breath.

Slipping the condom off, he cleaned himself up with a tissue and tossed both into the nearby trash before turning to give the woman beside him an assessing look.

“Do you want to go clean up a little before we go to sleep?” He asked, running a finger gently over her arm.

“In another minute,” she gave a single, tired nod.

“Okay,” he agreed, rubbing her skin to warm in as the sweat they had developed cooled it. After a few beats he broke the silence with another question, “Ummm, does this count as our day one?”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Valentine’s Day, huh? I guess that will make it easy to remember, won’t it?”

“I’m not sure I’d say that was the memorable part,” he teased back. “Thank you for being mine.”

“Thank you for loving me back,” she said, craning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Happy day one.”

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you,” he grinned, wrapping her tightly in his arms and breathing her in as he held her close.

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[shigarakislittlepet]

Hooooh boy👀 okay so if you have a character limit just do Dabi and Shinsou (my absolute favourite boys) but if you don't have a character limit I'd also like Aizawa and Bakugou with a s/o who's very obedient and good for them (and ofc good to them) and they're afraid that they're boring because they don't really break any rules or misbehave. Everybody's on and on abt brats and my obedient subby lil ass is over here like qwq obedient subbies aren't boring😤😤 take your time and don't feel pressured oke?? 💕💕

oh my god i love you, you are so so sweet 💕💕💕 I hope I did this request justice, the implications are just !!! So sweet QuQ

no character limit, so i will do all the bbys 🥰

TW: NSFW, Dom/sub themes, light quirk use for sexy times (shinsou), Daddy kink (for Aizawa, I’m sorry lol), some name calling... I think that’s it! Let me know if I missed anything!

HERES MY TAKE ON SUPER GOOD SUBS AND HOW THE HUBBIES WOULD REACT!

-Dabi-

•Okay okay so we all know Dabi is a HARD dom, he has a LOT of aggression to work through in a healthy way, and you help make that happen!

•You’d worry that Dabi would prefer a “bad girl”, a brat that talked back sometimes so he could punish them and REALLY let all that frustration out!

•Once you talked to him about it he would laugh at you. He’s just mean like that lol. BUT once he calmed down and realized it was something that was actually bothering you he’d just look at you and be like “...really?”

•Because what you HADN’T considered is that Dabi spent so much of his life with absolutely no control over his environment, he lived in constant fear of uncertainty. The only certainty he EVER had at home was pain.

•You provide him with total control. You never talk back, you never question him. You do as you’re told and then you say “Thank you Sir” in your sweet little voice no matter what depraved things he’s made you do for him. The absolute control he has with you makes him feel like he’s on top of the world! And you THANK him for it??? Way to stroke his massive ego while you’re at it, damn.

•You give him the stability he never thought he’d have, and the unconditional love and adoration and worship that he never thought he deserved. To him, you’re perfect. His perfect little angel. He would kill and die for you. He would get drunk off of your submission.

•He’d get bored of a brat pretty quickly, not as much of a power trip in his opinion. XP

•I feel like he doesn’t really go heavy on the praise, but when it DOES happen, when you’re on your knees worshipping his cock and using your talented mouth for what it’s MEANT to be used for, and he’s certain your mouth was meant for this, and he slides a hand into your hair grabbing a handful and tugging while his other hand grasps at any stable piece of furniture for some stability and groans out unfiltered praises in his deep gravelly voice??? It feels like you’re both on cloud nine, and nothing is ever going to tear you down from it.

-Shinsou-

• Shinsou would love his precious little kitty cat and shower you with praise and adoration and gifts to reward you for being so good for him all the time. He is a quiet simp, and will the worship the ground you walk on.

• If you voiced your concern about being boring, he would just smile deviously and then back you up against a wall of your shared apartment and start kissing your neck and saying things like “What do you mean kitty cat, don’t we have fun?” And then he will spend the next few hours reminding you just how much fun you have together~~~

• He would make sure that you never worried about being boring again. He would have a wonderful time making you verbalize all the "fun" things you want him to do to you. The fact that he can make you say all those embarrassing things so easily and make you beg for him without a second thought from you makes him so unbelievably feral. He doesn't even have to use his quirk to make you do anything he wants, which makes him feel like the most powerful man that’s ever lived, although whenever you bat your pretty little eyes at him and beg him to "Pleeeaaaassseeee brainwash me and turn me into your puppet? Pretty please?”. He will melt, and he will HAVE to grant all his perfect little kitten’s wishes.

• The reason he absolutely adores your complete obedience and submission is the undying and unwavering trust you clearly have in him. To do all the things he asks of you, no matter how humiliating, without so much as a single complaint? It makes him lightheaded and he will tell you that there is only one feeling in the world better than that, and thats being in love with you. He’s such a sap.

• It's the trust he gets off on. Even after becoming a pro-hero, the media tends to treat him similarly to Aizawa. They have this sort of “scary vigilanty that barely operates within the law” angle on him, even though he isn’t scary at all, and he’s a wonderful hero. The public tends to like him, but in a wary sort of way. Some people are still afraid to look him in the eyes or respond to him at all. So the trust you openly display is intoxicating to him.

• And of course, as is most important, the fact that you trust him enough that you will use your safe word when you need to, knowing that he will immediately put a stop to whatever is going on and hold you tight and take care of you never fails to warm his heart. He is never disappointed when this happens because it shows just how much you TRUST him to take care of you and not abuse his power.

-Aizawa-

• Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

•Okay so Aizawa is a different beast entirely.

•We all know Aizawa is a Daddy, and he expects his sweet little submissive baby to behave at all times. He’s HAD bratty subs before, and honestly, he finds them tiring. He can and WILL correct misbehaving subs with an iron fist, but over time he’s gotten tired of the whiny “make me”’s and the purposeful breaking of his carefully thought out rules.

•He deals with bratty teens all day, what makes you think he has the patience to deal with another brat at HOME? Nah.

•What he enjoys most about your near worshipful levels of obedience and submission is the level of respect you display to him. How much you truly want to please him and impress him. He finds it equally endearing and entertaining.

• You memorized every single one of his rules, every position, every expectation that he had of you, and you never failed to preform beautifully. He would never expect PERFECTION from a partner, per say, he’s perfectly lenient when and if you make an honest mistake, but he tells you all the time how perfect you are for him. He’ll tell you how much he loves the lengths at which you’ll go to please him.

• This man LIVES to tease you about how obedient you are, almost daring you to step out of line. You never take the bait though, you just get adorably embarrassed and pout at him while he teases you more. “Awe, what is it kitten? You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like it when I tease you.” as he drags his thumb across your lower lip while it trembles, the deep bass of his voice reverebrating through your skull and turning you to mush.

•He layers the praise on THICK when you’ve earned it. Once he’s had his fun tormenting and teasing and edging you, he will fuck you slowly and deeply, agonizingly, and he will tell you what a good little slut you are for his cock and it’s ages before you realize that he’s prolonging your torture by fucking you this way and saying these things to you. He wants to see how far he can push you before you either break down into a pitiful mess of tears and pleas, or if maybe ther IS a needy little brat in there just waiting to come out. It’s always the former though, and he always loves getting you to that point. You’d do anything for him, and he knows it. He gets just a little high on it.

-Bakugou-

•Mans wrote the BOOK on hero worship, and he expects you to worship.

•Pro-hero Dynamight expects nothing but perfection, and he expects you to measure up. He can tell a brat from a mile away, and I genuinely think he actively avoids them. He’s enough of a brat to for both of you anyway lmao

•I hope you like pain, because he’s the type to inflict it for fun and not just for punishment. A true sadist for the truest masochist.

•If you ever talked to Bakugou about your fear of being boring to him, I really hope you’re prepared for the consequences. “What??? You think if you were just some boring shitty extra that I’d honestly waste any time on you? Do you really think I’m that stupid???” Its all in an attempt to reassure you, but he will spend the rest of the night punishing you for thinking so lowly of yourself.

•No matter HOW good you seem to be, getting a praise out of this man is damn near IMPOSSIBLE, even when he IS pleased with you. Getting him to verbalize anything he’s happy about is a struggle, so you start to look for the subtle signs. You notice his hands trail lightly down your back when you handle the paddle better than the night before. The way he brushes your hair out of your face when he’s roughly fucking into you after a particularly frustrating day of hero work, and you don’t even bat an eye at his brutality. The soft smile you almost miss when you KNOW he’s had a rough day at work and meet him at the door, already on your knees in one of his favorite outfits and with dinner already cooking away on the stove. Sure, he usually cooks, but when all he has to do is come home and have you... He’s damn near ready to propose every time you do it because you are just. So. Good to him. Good for him. And on those days, when you’re both showered and warm in bed and he’s stroking your hair and half asleep, you can hear faint praises fall from his lips. You know he means them everyday, but it’s on these days when his stress is melted away completely by your touch and your love and he’s so filled with contentment and just by being with you that his heart and mind are relaxed enough to let a little vulnerability show. As a treat.

• He never thought he would feel like this about anyone. Never thought that anyone would ever measure up to his impossible standards, but you take all his gruffness in stride and throw it back at him by being warm and loving, following all of his rules, doing everything you can to make him happy, and treating him like a god. He can’t think of anything better than spending the rest of his life with you.