#ahah me talking about it even though I said I wasn’t

[malarkgirlypop]

Dear Dot

Part 1 (Eugene Roe x Fem!OC)

Ok so this was supposed to be a one-shot, but then it snow balled and then here we are. Here is the first part of the story, unsure of how long it's going to be ahah. Also this is for @footprintsinthesxnd since she said she would love a Eugene one-shot, sorry Jess, I got a bit carried away.

This is based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters no disrespect to the hard working paratroopers in real life.

Tag list: @footprintsinthesxnd

Gene and the men entered the small bar in the small countryside where they resided in Aldbourne. The time they had spent there was only short, arriving recently into the country. It took a long boat ride over from America to get to where they were. 

Gene had been thankful when they finally were able to leave the confines of the stuffy hold, where they had been for months on end. Though when they had arrived in England it was no holiday. 

They were immediately put to work, they had continued their rigorous training exercises, even more so than when they were in Camp Toccoa. Gene shivered at the thought of their previous camp, the large hill looming in his mind. 

He was pulled from his thoughts as Bull’s large hand landed on his shoulder, shaking him gently. 

“Doc, what are you having?” The deep country drawl carried over the noise in the bar. 

“Nothing for me.” Gene shook his head, he knew in the morning they had an early start. More practice ambushes. 

The group gathered round a small standing table after they had collected their drinks. Smokes were being passed from person to person as they chatted amongst themselves. 

Gene glanced around the room. Seemed like the whole small town and their dogs had gathered into the tiny establishment. 

The bar was filled with a smoky haze due to all of the cigarettes everyone puffed on. Gene had a lit smoke hanging from his lip as he half listened to the men. It just about fell out of his mouth as he watched the door to the bar swing open. A group of very pretty ladies strode into the pub, all sporting army uniforms.  

Skip, who perched next to him, had followed his gaze. 

“My, my, boys we are going to have a good night tonight!” Skip hollered not taking his eyes off of the group of women who moved past the group to the bar to order their drinks. 

The girls didn’t even seem to notice the looks they were getting, too caught up in their own chatter and giggles. 

However the striking lady trailing behind the group sure did. She didn’t hesitate sending daggers to the onlookers who gawked at her friends. 

The woman gave off more of a mature aura to the rest of the ladies who were with her. She ushered them along after they had collected their drinks to a more secluded booth in the back, where she thought they would be less disturbed. 

Unfortunately for the group it wasn’t to be the case. The Easy men were far too competitive to let the ladies chat by themselves. 

“Luz go talk to them.” Alex egged on the man who was grinning. He stood on his tip toes peering over at the table. 

“Should I?” Luz smirked at the Easy men. He was a self proclaimed ladies man. 

“Go on George!” The group encouraged the man. Gene stayed silent watching the interaction. Unlike the rest of Easy, he was one of the more quiet men. Most of his peers were rowdy and loud. Gene often felt as if he was a sore thumb sticking out when he was with them. 

Luz sauntered over to the group of ladies, a coy grin on his face. 

They couldn’t hear exactly what he said to the group as he bent down to one of the blondes who sat at the edge of the booth. 

But from the looks of it, he wasn’t the ladies man he claimed to be. 

The blonde's smile dropped quickly after George whispered into her ear. It was all too quick for the Easy man, she lifted her hand and in a swift motion slapped him across the face. 

The group of men erupted into cheers and hysterics, as George made his way back to the table with his tail between his legs. 

Gene couldn’t take his eyes off the brunette who appeared to be the leader of the group. She smiled brightly at the blonde who had smacked George. Turning her attention to their table, she stood. 

Eugene froze, watching her approach. He noticed she moved with such elegance and precision, it almost appeared as if she was floating towards them. 

He gulped as she finally stood at the edge of the group. She loudly cleared her throat, getting the attention of the rest of the men. 

“Gentlemen.” The brunette looked the men up and down, “If I can call you that.” She muttered under her breath, before straightening. 

A mean smile slipped onto her lips. Gene had never seen a smile that looked threatening, but somehow she pulled it off. 

“My name is Sgt. Larson. The girls and I are just trying to unwind after a busy day, I’m sure you understand.” Sgt Larson judgingly looked around at the men in front of her, her tone clipped. 

“We would appreciate it if you and your short friends.” She glanced at George and Perco. “Would keep your playground antics at bay. See we only deal with gentlemen, not whatever this is.” She gestured around the group. 

The men were silent, never had they met a woman so brazen, so brash. She was a killer, but somehow she managed to do it with a smile on her face and a light tone. If you hadn’t heard what she had said you would’ve believed it to be a pleasant interaction. 

“Well, boys.” She sneered. “I do hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.” The Sgt didn’t even wait for a retort or a reply. Turning swiftly on her heel and a swish of her pristine curls, she strutted away back to her table. 

Gene glanced around the table to find his friends with their jaws slack. He was unsure if they had got the message, or if they were too captivated by her looks to even comprehend what she had said. 

“Who she calling short?” Perco squawked. George nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah! What the hell!” George exclaimed. 

“What did you say to the girl George?” Gene asked, he wondered what would elicit such a reaction from both the blonde and her Sgt.     

“I only said. ‘Are you a drill sergeant? Because you have my privates standing at attention.’” George had an innocent look on his face as if he didn’t know why on earth that would earn the reaction it did. 

The Easy group groaned in unison at George’s distasteful line. 

“Luz who the hell told you that was a good idea?” Toye jabbed him in the side with his elbow. 

“Perco said it was good!” The focus shifted to Frank who couldn't contain his laughter.

“I was obviously joking Luz!” Perco smacked George on the arm. George whined, rubbing the place where Frank had struck him. 

The men kept their promise and left the group of women alone. Gene couldn’t focus on the conversation, he couldn’t help throwing fleeting glances towards the lovely Sgt. 

Gene shook his head, trying to break the trance that she had over him. But nothing in his power worked. He walked up to the bar to buy the next round for the men, ordering himself one as well. He needed something to distract him. 

After about 30 minutes the group of ladies stood. Though they didn’t leave like Gene expected them to. Instead they approached the bar, whispering to the barkeep who smiled at the group and nodded enthusiastically.     

He came out from behind the counter, moving into the back corner of the pub. He cleared away the tables and chairs leaving the floor open, before he climbed up onto the counter and flicked on the radio that was perched on a high shelf. 

Music played through the small room. The ladies cheered in excitement, moving onto the floor and dancing to the music. The Easy group turned and watched with amused smiles. 

One by one the girls stopped dancing with each other and plucked up the courage to go ask the soldiers if they wanted to dance. 

The petite blonde who had slapped Luz approached the table, her cheeks flushed pink. Surprisingly she approached George. 

“Do you want to dance with me?” She asked shyly. George grinned widely, nodding his head, extending his hand for the girl to take. 

“What the?!” Perco exclaimed, turning back to the group, who shared his look of confusion. 

“I guess the line did work.” Lieb laughed as we watched the pair dancing. Luz looked back over to us, sending a thumbs up and a wink. He appeared to be very proud of himself. 

Soon more ladies approached the table, taking more Easy men out to dance, until all of the girls had been taken. 

Well except for one. 

The Sgt didn’t ask anyone to dance, instead she clapped along on the sidelines, smiling brightly at the woman who glided past her.

Soon it was late and the men found their way back to the table, most of them. George and the girl who had slapped him talked quietly in the corner of the bar. He seemed to be enamoured with the young lady, a lazy smile on his lips. 

Bull gathered up the rest of Easy, ushering them out of the bar, since it was closing for the night. The Sgt appeared to be doing the same, pulling the blonde away from Luz and taking her outside. 

“One more second, Dot, please.” The girl pleaded as she walked alongside her Sgt. 

“You have until I finish my smoke, then we are leaving.” The Sgt said sternly, but a small smile graced her lips when the blonde excitedly scurried away to get George. 

Both Easy and the group of women waited outside the bar for the pair to finish chatting while everyone else smoked and talked. 

Gene watched Dorothea lean against the wall, she pulled a cigarette from her purse as well as a lighter. She bent forward covering the flame with her hand, but the light wouldn’t catch. Eugene didn’t even notice, but he had started to walk towards the Sgt. 

He stood in front of her awkwardly with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Gene cleared his throat making his presence known to the woman. 

“Need a light?” He asked. 

Dorothea huffed cursing under her breath at her trusty lighter, though not so trusty now. 

“Yes please.” She conceded. 

Gene plucked the lighter from his pocket, moving to stand closer to the lady so she didn’t have to lean forward to reach the flame. He struck the lighter for her, sheltering the flame from the wind. 

The end of the cigarette burnt a cherry red as Dot sucked in a breath filling her lungs with the smoke, before blowing it out again. 

She had expected the man to leave once he had offered her the light, but he still stood beside her looking up at the night sky above them. 

“Does it look different?” She asked while she took a long drag from her smoke. 

“What?” The man was confused at her question, as she hadn’t really given him any context. 

“The sky. Does it look any different, to the one back home?” Dot clarified. 

“Oh. Um. I guess it does look different. Back home you can’t see the stars well, too much light.” He seemed to be mesmerised by the twinkling lights in the sky. 

Dot tilted her head up, taking in the night sky as well. “That’s sad.” 

The man looked over at her. 

“I couldn’t imagine looking up at the sky and not being able to see them all. Guess I took it for granted.”

“There are other things in the night that make it pretty.” Gene said. 

Dot glanced quickly at the man, a scowl on her face. But when she took in his features there was no smug look on his face like she thought there would be. 

“Like what?” Dot questioned. 

“Well we have fireflies, I guess those are like our stars. And it’s never quiet, there are always frogs, crickets and other swamp dwellers. It’s like a whole orchestra, made up of nature.” Gene reminisced, he missed his home. 

“Sounds nice, it would be interesting to visit.” Dot had never left England. She wondered what the rest of the world looked like. 

“Well, if you do come, I’ll give you the tour.” Gene smiled at her. He was proud of where he was raised and would be happy to show it off. 

“Who do I ask for?” Dot questioned, all well and good having a personal tour guide through the country but she didn’t even know the man's name.   

“Eugene Roe, Medic, with the 101st Airborne.” Gene extended his hand to the lady who finished the last of her cigarette. 

“Nice to meet you. You can call me Dot, everyone else does.” She shook his hand firmly. His fingers were soft and warm against her skin, sending shivers up her arm. The night air was chilly, his warm skin reminded her of the cold that nipped at her flesh. 

“You’re not so bad. I thought all you Americans were all noisy riff raff, but I like you.” Dot smiled at the man, finally letting her walls down a bit. 

She was hesitant of all the American’s that dwelled in the small town. They seemed to cause havoc and chaos, so she steered clear of them. 

Dot glanced at her watch, it was later than she thought it was. She cursed under her breath, looking up to find all of her girls, so she could usher them all back to bed. 

Her team mingled with the other men Gene arrived with. Talking in small groups, laughing and smoking. Dot smiled, noticing that all of them were being well behaved. 

Unfortunately she was going to disrupt the peace. 

“Girls! Let’s go.” She called, walking around grabbing each one by their elbow and pulling them away. 

She let them all exchange goodbyes and information. They scribbled down addresses and names so that they could send letters to each other. 

Dot rounded up everyone, doing a quick head count before they headed home. They all waved and trotted off down the country road, back to the house where they all stayed. 

Crunching footsteps sounded behind Dot. She turned on her heel, behind her was a panting Gene. She looked at him curiously, why had he chased after the group?

“Eugene, are you ok?” Dot asked bending down slightly to check the man was fine. 

“Dot, would you like to give me your information?” Gene asked, straightening.

“What for?” She asked, confused.

“So I can send you letters.” Gene smiled shyly at the woman. 

“Oh!” Dot said in surprise. “Sure. Ok.” She bit her lip trying to suppress the grin that formed on her lips. 

She had never been asked to be sent letters before. Dot’s heart fluttered slightly in her chest. She pulled out a pencil and paper from her purse, quickly writing down her information before handing it over to the medic. 

Eugene smiled brightly. “Thank you, Dot. Have a good sleep.” 

Gene ran back to the men who waited for him at the fork in the road, where he had left them to run after the Sgt.

“Doc, did you get it?” Frank asked the man. 

He grinned, raising the paper that had Dot’s information above his head for the men to see. The soldiers erupted into a cheer, enthusiastically patting their friend on his back.    

[crystalninjaphoenix]

MerMay 2024 Day Six Unusual Visitors

Chase couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He popped his head up above the tendrils of the anemone to get a clearer look. Of all the people he expected to see near his home, Anti was the last person on his list.

But Anti didn’t seem to know he was there. He was drifting around the ocean floor nearby, winding around the rock formations. Occasionally, he looked over at the anemone, but that was probably just because it was really big. It wasn’t often that there was a giant anemone sitting out in the middle of nowhere.

A while passed. Chase wasn’t eager to leave the anemone to go talk to Anti. Even if the eel was nicer than he used to be, and even though he’d helped rescue Chase from that TridentCorp place, Chase still wasn’t sure how to respond to him. He couldn’t quite forget what Anti had done all that time ago... To Jack and Jameson and Chase’s own kids. But Anti was really trying to make up for it. He’d taken a huge risk using the transformation potion to get Chase out of that facility. The whole situation was... complicated.

Chase decided to just stay in the anemone until it was impossible for him to avoid notice. Maybe Anti wouldn’t even approach him. After all, the tendrils would sting most merms and other fish.

But it wasn’t to be. Slowly, Anti approached the anemone. He looked reluctant, but also curious. Chase stiffened, getting ready to pop out the moment Anti called out to him. It took a while, but then—“What?!” Anti recoiled. “Y-you—!”

“Ahah... hello.” Chase raised his head, once again peeking over the tops of the anemone tendrils. “What, uh, are you doing out here?”

“What are you doing in there?!” Anti shouted. “Have you lost your mind?! That stings you! I-it’s going to kill you!”

Chase couldn’t help but burst into laughter. And as Anti stared at him in blank confusion, he just laughed harder. “You—you don’t—you don’t know?” he giggled. “Clownfish merms are just as immune to stings as our fish counterparts!”

“Clowns are immune to stings?!” Anti blinked.

“Yes—that’s why we’re also called anemonefish,” Chase said. “You... really didn’t know that? That’s the thing that’s most well-known about us clownfish.”

Anti shook his head slowly.

“So... um, what’re you doing out here, again?” Chase asked, relaxing a bit. It was hard to see Anti as a threat when he was staring at Chase in total confusion. And besides, Chase was safe while in the anemone. Anti looked reluctant to get too close to its tendrils.

“Hunting... and exploring,” Anti said slowly. “This is... pretty far from where I’m staying, but... I-I don’t know. I don’t know.” He trailed off, slowly sinking down to the rocky floor.

“Wanted to see something new?” Chase prompted.

Anti nodded.

“Well... this is... my area,” Chase said, looking around. “This is where I sleep and stuff.”

“In an anemone,” Anti said. “The biggest anemone I’ve ever seen. H-how did it get this big?”

“I grew it.” Chase grinned proudly.

“Really?”

“Well, me and my parents,” Chase said. “They taught me and my siblings how to make our own homes. Then, when we all decided to leave the school, they helped each of us find a place to grow a home.”

“...siblings,” Anti repeated slowly. “You... have... those?”

Chase nodded. “Most merms do, don’t they? Is it different in freshwater?”

“No... there are... a lot of siblings.” Anti stared at Chase, glowing green eyes blinking slowly.

“...right. I think Jameson and Marvin told me they have siblings, too,” Chase said, trying to make conversation. “But Marvin was separated from his family. Jameson left on his own. Is it the same for you?”

Anti didn’t answer right away. “The angelfish was... separated from his family? Were they killed?”

Chase winced at the bluntness of the question. “I don’t think he knows that. And even if he did, even if they were dead, I probably shouldn’t tell you that.”

“Why not?”

“Because... it’s a sensitive subject, you know?” Chase said.

“Isn’t it... how the world works?” Anti asked quietly.

“...no?” Chase said. “It’s... it’s not normal when... I-it’s sad when... families... go...” A lump was forming in his throat. “I’m sorry, I... don’t want to talk about this.”

“...sorry,” Anti whispered. He backed up through the water. “I’ll go, then.”

“You can come back some other time,” Chase said. “When I’m here, I mean. If I’m not here, you should probably go.”

Anti stopped swimming backwards. “Are you sure? What if I’m going to wait here to ambush you when you return?”

Chase laughed, slightly nervously. “You have to stop scaring me with stuff like that. If you went to the effort of helping me get out of that TridentCorp place, you wouldn’t just decide to kill me one day.”

“...that’s fair,” Anti said. “I just... didn’t want... anyone else to...” He trailed off. Without saying goodbye, he turned and swam off.

Chase watched him until he disappeared. What a strange conversation. He curled up around the tendrils of the anemones, thinking about what just happened.

[author-chan06]

👾❤️‍🩹🫶🥰🎁 with 682? Both f/o and s/i? :3

👾: what made you fall in love/like with them?

“Well… I suppose it wouldn’t surprise you if I said it wasn’t exactly Love at First Sight. I wouldn’t even call it Like at First Conversation. Our first interaction was pretty hostile- not on my end. I was as professional as I could be. But 682 just thought of me as another living being and he’s not really a fan of those- as his reputation shows. I didn’t really like him at first either, because of the hostility and the terror I felt at the idea of him breaching again while I was working, but I didn’t dislike him. If anything I found him… interesting. I had already gained a reputation at the Foundation as being understanding of the anomalies to, what some would call, a fault. And I wanted to understand why 682 felt the way he did. And guess in doing so, I started to learn more than about just that. I learned that he actually had a sense of humor, that he actually had opinions on things that had nothing to do with killing, that he was actually able to feel more than anger. And I guess realizing that made me allowed to realize other things. And it just kinda. spiraled from there. Until the breach happened.”

- Ari

“Gmmm. Love is a strong word, that I’m not sure I can relate to. But what made me decide that I didn’t want them dead, even though they’re another living being that’s infesting this Earth? The thing that made me decide that if any living being deserved to live it was him? I guess… it was its unrelentingness and their ability to look over everything I’ve done without asking for me to change. I can’t say that there haven’t been people that aren’t scared of me- whether they were fools or brave or both is of no concern to me- and I can’t say that there haven’t been people willing to overlook what I’ve done in the past. But he was scared of me and got over it by being near me. He wanted to learn, not to fix me or kill me but to understand. He wanted to learn about me, but not in the scientific way, and that’s never happened before. And then the breach…”

- 682

❤️‍🩹: how do your f/os react to you being affectionate towards them?

“Depending on the type of way it can be anything from grunts- that sound annoyed but actually aren’t- to surprised tail swipes. Gotta be careful about those, ahah! But really normally, he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t care about what others think about him, and so if he likes it he doesn’t hide it. It’s really hard to get him flustered, but I’m on a never-ending mission to do so!”

- Ari

“Affection? I’m not very affectionate, but if I had to guess… I suppose they would be pretty receptive. They’re usually the one initiating, so if I did I can imagine them being disgustingly excited about it and asking me a bunch of annoying questions about why I did it and how I liked it.”

- 682

🫶: is there something about your f/os that makes them more "human"? Feelings?

“Make 682 human? Gods he would hate if I said anything other than ‘absolutely not’, butttt— Well, honestly, I’m not a big fan of the idea of something making someone “human” as a concept. Some things about humans are close to universal, but nothing really is, and I don’t think it’s ok to class people as less human based on these things. But I guess if I had to pick something that most would consider a very human thing I would pick his stubbornness in his beliefs. Heh. I feel like that’s a pretty human thing. And he sure argues about them like it. Whether it be for smaller things- like the best kind of weather- or for the bigger things- whether living beings deserve to live at all, he can get very passionate about all his arguments.”

- Ari

“They’re pretty human, unfortunately. Emotions, vulnerability, morals- though those might be skewed they’re still there I’m sure. They might have some… anomalous abilities, but they’re still human through and through.”

- 682

🥰: gush about this f/o! No limits!

“What to talk about? Hmmmm oh! 682’s abilities are so remarkable! His reputation as unkillable is certainly correct. If you look through him files it seems pretty obvious that he could survive almost anything! But, though the other doctors didn’t seem to care, that isn’t the only reason that 682 can adapt. We’ve talked about it a bit, and according to him he can just… do that. Sure, the dire circumstances they put him in can make sure he speeds it up, but his adaptability isn’t limited to that. And he’s actually used this before to- uhm. Well to actually do things with me. And I don’t mean that in like a ‘sex’ way, but more in a ‘receiving affection’ way because he found out that I was worried about if he liked the affection and just wasn’t saying anything. Or if he was adapting to not be annoyed by it. And so he adapted new limbs and new vocal cords to talk to me easier and show me he did like it. Oh that reminds me! I also love the way he doesn’t care about what others say or think! Like when I was nervous, he told me that I would have no doubt if he didn’t like something because he would tell me quite clearly, no matter what that made me feel, and that was… comforting. But ah, I’m going on for too long, hehe. I could go on so I’ll cut it here.”

- Ari

“I will not ‘gush’ but I will say that I… appreciate their willingness to actually talk to me. Even when I get hostile or kill people, they never hold it against me, and are always willing to listen to why I did it. And when I don’t give an explanation, he’s okay with that too. I guess, it’s just… ghh nice to have someone willing to listen and… not mind what I am. They’re also intriguing, mainly because I’ve never spent as much time with any living being than I do him- willingly at least. And the more time we do spend, the more I find… interesting about the experiences of the living world. And about them- specifically about them.”

- 682

🎁: share either a heacanon or a canon fact about your f/os!

“682 likes volcanoes and their eruptions! (Hc) When people think about it it makes sense- it’s a big destructive event that kills a lot of living life, so of course he likes them, but it’s more than that. He likes the look of them towering over the ground, spitting out ash and lava and smoke, and watching the lava run down the sides like the blood of the Earth- those are his words actually. He also likes the smell of the eruption, as it apparently smells very dead and yet still very alive at the same time, according to him. He’s apparently went to watch at least three of them, one of them being the cause of a breach years ago and when he heard about it.”

- Ari

“The doctor here is actually only not an SCP themself because of their weird relationship with the 05 council. No one else but me, 049, and them, themself, know about this relationship, and why it is the way it is. Even the 05 council is ignorant of this most of the time.”

- 682

[dirtgrubbing]

going to pretend I didn’t watch volume 2 of stranger things

[pagesfromthevoid]

vigilante and crossfire getting together without knowing each others identities tho

A Fucking Duck | a.c. | 5

Adrian Chase x Bat!fem!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smuuuuuuut. Handjob. Blowjob. P in V penetration.

Author’s Note: Ahah yeah. Idk. I’m still a whore Adrian Chase. This was needed because I’m scared for tomorrow. These are just things I would do if I was also alone with Adrian ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ At least there’s a little bit of plot progression! Also yes anon. That’s the plan lmao.

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

Adrian kept going back and forth, looking out his window. He was incredibly excited for her to come over, honestly. It would be the first time he’d have someone come over, and more importantly it was a hot girl.

A hot girl who liked him.

He was opening the door before she was even out of the car, seeing the headlights pull into the driveway. With a bright smile, he hurried out into the night, opening the car door for her.

“Let me carry that,” he offered, peeking into her car. She usually carried a laptop case but all that was in there was a backpack and the pizza, alongside a six pack of beer.

“I can get my bag if you get the other stuff,” she said, getting out and opening the passenger door. She leaned in and grabbed her backpack, and Adrian couldn’t help but admire how great her ass looked.

She pulled back and held out the pizza and beer to him, smiling. Adrian took the food without complaint and led her inside. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting; Adrian’s place as normal as could be. Movie posters were on some of the walls but he had family photos scattered around. He led her through the living room, which was cozy feeling —though it was clear he’d brought out extra blankets for the evening.

As he walked to set the food in the kitchen, she peered around the corner and down the hall. A bedroom door was cracked, and she assumed it was his.

“Can I put my bag in your room?” She asked, though she didn’t wait for confirmation as she walked in.

Adrian looked from the kitchen towards her, quickly following her as she pushed his door open. It was certainly the room of a young guy; though it was eclectic at best. Various more posters on the walls, ranging from superheroes and movies. Adrian was trying to get in front of her, which she assumed was from embarrassment but the truth was that he had definitely left his mask on the bed.

But she was more interested in the books on his shelf, which gave him a chance to snatch the mask and stuff it under his pillow. Then she finally turned and looked back up at him.

“You can just set the bag on my bed,” though he offered to take her bag and do it himself. She nodded, handing it over without question.

“What’d you bring, anyway? Like a game or something?” He asked, setting it down.

“I brought a change of clothes and my tooth brush,” she answered simply, walking out of his bedroom.

Adrian looked at the backpack for a moment, realizing that she was going to stay the night. She was going to stay the night! She was staying the night in his house, with him, in his bed! The excitement was flooding his mind as he thought about what that really meant. But then he realized where he’d put his stuff. So he quickly grabbed the mask and put in the closet, shutting the door.

Couldn’t have her freaking out that he was Vigilante. Not tonight, anyway.

She was curled up on the couch when he finally returned from his bedroom. While he’d never guess she was there out of guilt, he wondered what happened during the day to make her want to come over so bad. But it didn’t matter when he saw her in his living room. He had to sort of stop, and stare. Her eyes were fixed to what was on TV, but she just looked so…at home. Like this was exactly where she should be. And that tightness that made Adrian sick was coming back as he tried to compose himself.

Eventually though, she looked up and motioned for him to join her. And who was he to say no? Adrian hopped over the back of the couch, landing awkwardly next to her. She laughed at him, shaking her head some as he shifted to sit down. It was a bit awkward; he was sitting about foot away, and even though he was smiling, his hands rested in his lap like he didn’t know what to do with them.

She knew that Adrian didn’t seem to process social cues very well. It was one of the many things she’d picked up on when they started talking months ago. One of the endearing features that she liked about him. But she didn’t think he was going to be this oblivious. However, she didn’t want to push him if he was uncomfortable either. So she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

But he just happily sat and watched the show, pointing out plot points she didn’t know. Explaining who characters were. It was very sweet; cute even. But she wanted a little more than just sitting on the couch. So she kicked his thigh gently, catching his attention.

“What’s up?”

“Come here,” she ordered, though her tone was soft as she held out the blanket she was under.

Adrian hesitated, glancing at the TV for a moment before he moved to sit closer. She was warm, and when she draped the blanket over their laps, she curled into his side. Adrian’s breath hitched, caught in his throat as he tried to keep himself from smiling like a goddamn idiot. But she could see it in his face as he not so subtly draped his arm around the back of the couch. Then dropped it so he could wrap it around her shoulders.

It was a picture perfect moment, honestly. As cheesy as it was.

The only reason it got any better was because, while he was focused on the show, her hand snaked it’s way to his thigh. Her nails scratched against the fabric of his jeans, and Adrian swore he was in heaven, wondering next how that would feel against his bare skin. He shifted some, moving his leg closer to her as her hand moved to trail along his thigh next.

He didn’t need to know anything about people to know that he was enjoying what she was doing. It was distracting, and making his heart race as she slid her hand further up. When her hand just barely grazed the growing bulge in his jeans, however, he had to take a deep breath, shifting once more to give her any and all access that she could want from him.

It was the searing kiss to his jaw that really did him in though; coupled with her incredibly skilled fingers undoing the button of his jeans with just one hand —Adrian thought he was dead. That he had died, and this was heaven. She wasn’t even looking at him; she was focused on the TV while her fingers danced around the waistband of his boxer briefs. Finally feeling her touch against his skin made him shudder, breath hitching as he sat up a little straighter.

He kept looking at her. Waiting. Seeing if she was watching his reaction. But all she had on her face was an innocent smile, as she slipped her fingers under the waist band finally, running her nails just above where his growing cock begged for her touch. But she didn’t touch him; the way his jeans sat wasn’t great and she simply kept her nails scratching against his skin.

Adrian huffed a little in frustration, his patience wearing thin. He tried to subtly pull his jeans down further, hoping to give her better access. However he accidentally pulled his underwear with them, exposing his dick under the blanket. However the smile on her face became a bit more sultry as she tried to keep her eyes trained on the TV.

But then her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and Adrian thought he was going to cum right then and there. He tensed up almost immediately, gripping the sides of the couch cushions tight as she stroked him slowly, carefully. Something about how she just casually did this; how she wasn’t even looking at him made it so much hotter. Her thumb swiped the head of his cock, smearing the precum that had leaked out over him. Her movements sped up, hand twisting just slightly as she finally shifted her body towards him.

He was so wrong earlier though; it got even better as she slipped under the blanket. Adrian was briefly confused, of course, as her hand disappeared from his cock and he wanted to whine. But then her touch was replaced by warm, and wet, and fuck. She was trailing her tongue up his shaft, then over the head. And finally, she took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, taking a breath.

There was no helping himself as he pulled the blanket from on top of them. He wanted to watch; he wanted to see her sucking his dick so bad. His hands ran over her hair, tugging at it gently as added in her hands for extra measure, bobbing her head up and down. His head fell back as he groaned, saying her name over and over again as he thanked her for this.

The laugh that was muffled by his cock in her mouth vibrated against him, and he moaned again. He was so close, but as much as he wanted to cum down her throat, Adrian wanted more. As she pulled back for air, he tugged her up to him and kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue as he slipped his into her mouth. Her hands immediately found his hair, running her fingers through the curls as she moaned into the kiss.

His hands trailed down her sides, lingering just briefly at her hips as he pulled her leggings off of her. Honestly he was thankful that she didn’t wear jeans because the leggings, with her panties, slipped off with ease and she was now straddling him on the couch. The tip of his cock brushed against her and she hummed in excitement, slowing grinding down against him.

“I want you so fucking bad,” Adrian managed to get out, moaning as she pressed her core against his cock. “Please. Please let me fuck you.”

“You don’t have to beg for me,” she playfully scolded, taking off his glasses and setting them on the arm of the couch. “You can do whatever you want to me, Adrian.”

It was the way she said his name that flipped the switch; how she practically sighed it, telling him he could have his way. His hands found the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Her hands pulled at his shirt next, tossing it to the floor with the rest of the clothes.

“Fuck me, dude,” she groaned, running her nails down his stomach. It sounded like she was surprised; unexpectedly looking him over. “Look at you. You’re so hot, oh my god..” It was genuine, and she truly meant it as she looked him over several more times.

Adrian swelled with pride as she ran her nails down his abs. But what she said earlier was ringing in his ear. You can do whatever you want to me, Adrian. It repeated over and over as he pushed her back into the couch, kissing her hard again as her legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth left hers, attacking her throat now as he bit and kissed his way down. She whined, begging for him to fuck her, and Adrian nodded frantically into her neck. One last bite, where he sucked hard enough to leave a mark, and she blindly reached for him, guiding his cock into her wet folds finally.

It was an amazing stretch, and she cried out his name as he filled her. He straightened up, resting his hands on her hips, as he looked down at the sight before him. Her writhing under him as his cock filled her up; her half closed eyes looking up at him with a bright, lazy smile. She was fucking beautiful, and he was inside her, and holy shit. How did he suddenly get this lucky?

“Please,” she begged, reaching up to run her fingers down his abs again. “Please fuck me, Adrian.”

He didn’t have to be asked twice as he pulled out of her and pushed back in. It was slow at first; steady. He wanted to watch how she reacted, see how she felt as he started a steady, solid pace as he fucked her. Her legs tightened around his waist as he leaned over, burying himself deeper into her as he thrusted. Her hands reached for his hair again, tugging at his roots as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Between biting and sucking at her neck, and speeding up his thrusts, she cried out his name, begging for him to go harder, to go faster.

It was how she tightened around him, clenching as he hit her sweet spot over and over. It was driving him insane, pushing him closer to the edge. He had been so close earlier; he knew he wouldn’t last long. But god, he needed her to cum for him. That’s all he wanted as he reached between their bodies and deftly found her clit.

“Fuck,” she cried as he rubbed circles, thrusts becoming stuttered. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he fucked her, face buried in the crook of her neck. “D-don’t stop, please. F-fuck, I’m so close, Adrian.”

He nodded, his fingers against her clit getting sloppy as he tried to bring her over the edge. It was when her nails dragged down his back that he couldn’t keep himself together anymore. She was practically screaming his name as she came, though, and it only added to his pleasure as he panicked, suddenly, and pulled out —cumming all over her stomach and chest. He leaned forward, elbows resting on either side of her head as he tried to come down from the high.

She laid there, eyes closed and wishing he was still inside her.

“I wish I could take a picture,” he mumbled as he leaned his forehead against hers.

“Wh-what?” She asked, trying to catch her breath.

“I…I just said I wish I could take a picture of you, like this,” he repeated. “Covered in hickies and cum. Like you’re hot and beautiful and all of that when you’re dressed but like. Right now? I want to just remember this forever.”

She stared up at him for a moment, calming down slowly. Adrian grabbed his shirt, awkwardly using it to wipe her off. She sat up, gently taking the shirt from him. He looked at her funny, but she reached up and pulled him into another kiss. This one was sweeter; softer. It wasn’t needy, or dirty. She just…she just wanted to kiss him, and enjoy it for a moment. And Adrian was happy to oblige, kissing her back and pushing her into the couch again.

She pulled away with a small smile. “You’re far too good for this world, Adrian Chase. I hope you know that.”

He didn’t. But he liked hearing her say it.

*****

The next morning, the two of them both had shit excuses why she had to leave. While waking up with her in his bed, in one of his shirts, and laying on his chest was amazing…Peacemaker had texted him about a mission he was completing. Vigilante needed to make an appearance, Adrian decided. Unbeknownst to him, she’d gotten a text from Harcourt about the same mission.

Adrian insisted he had to go enroll in classes at the community college and that he couldn’t do it online. She rolled with it and said she had to go have a Zoom call with her dad about her brothers birthday party. Neither of them seemed to care how stupid their excuses sounded, caught up in their own issues and need to get out.

But it didn’t stop him from kissing her before she walked out the door. And it didn’t stop her from deepening that kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’ll come over tonight,” she promised, smiling up at him as she pushed a curl off his forehead. “If that’s okay?”

“You can come whenever you want,” he insisted.

“That’s what she said.”

There was a moment where she looked embarrassed that she had said it. And she was about to correct herself, but Adrian just laughed and kissed her again.

Adrian swore to god that if he could fall in love, he just did.

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[simpforanyanimeguywithdarkhair]

CALLING THE HAIKYUU BOYS A DIFFERENT NAME PRANK

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#includes: Atsumu, Daichi, Oikawa

#genre: tiny bit of angst I guess ? To fluff. A little suggestive in Daichi’s.

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ATSUMU MIYA

You guys were play fighting and tackling each other on the ground which soon turned into a tickle fight. Through fits of laughter you begged him to stop but he wouldn’t relent “AHAH I ain’t going to be stopping any time soon yer know” . You were then struck with the genius idea to do the prank you’ve been seeing everywhere because you wanted to see how he’d react and so he could stop tickling you.

“AHAHA EEEH, Osamu stopp !!!!” Immediately his hands left you and once you wiped the tears out of your eyes , you looked up to see him looking down at you with a serious face. You tilted your head and innocently asked “what?” He scoffed and mocked your question “what? What do ya mean what? Ya just called me that scrubs name” “who?” “Don’t play dumb Y/N , ya called me Osamu” “no I didn’t I said Atsumu” “yer screeching was loud but not loud enough for me to mistake ya calling me by ma brothers name”

He was starting to get more and more riled up as he talked to you about it so he stood up and looked at you expectingly. He was never someone who could hide his emotions well, so as he was trying to put on a brave and unimpressed front you could see the worry and Insecurity in his eyes and decided to stop because he didn’t get all whiney like you expected.

You reached for his face but he recoiled back, “I was just kidding baby, it was a prank , I promise” he looked at you hesitantly before he let out a sigh of relief. “That wasn’t a very funny prank Y/N” he said as he pulled you into a hug, “I know baby I’m sorry” you pout up at him, he pecks your pouting lips “yer forgiven …. this time at least”

DAICHI SAWAMURA

You were on your way back home from date night sitting in the passager seat with Diachi’s hand on your thigh, occasionally squeezing the flesh.

The journey was a long one and you found yourself getting bored so you decided to create your own entertainment in the form of winding up Daichi. You had no idea how he was going to react and maybe you should have waited until he wasn’t driving but you were getting more and more bored as time dragged on.

You reach over the seat and stroke the nape of his neck, twirling the hairs that lay there. Daichi flashed you smile and squeezed your thigh “you okay baby?” okay go time, “mhm yeah I just had a really nice time Daiki, thank you” you replied softly.

His grip on your thigh tightened and you could see the furrow in his brow , “repeat that for me” “repeat what?, I just said I had a good time” “Mhm but what name did you just say cause it sure as hell wasn’t mine” “I said Daichi?...” “okay if that’s what you want to go with”

For the next ten minutes you sat in complete silence, he had removed his hand off your thigh and was now glaring at the road ahead and that’s when you decided you should tell him it was a prank even though you were a tiny bit scared.

“Dai… I was just kidding, it was a pr-prank” you stuttered out while side eyeing him. The furrow didn’t leave his brow until you cupped his face and ran your finger across the furrow “I’m sorry baby , didn’t mean to scare you” “you didn’t scare me” he scoffed even though you could tell he was relieved it was a joke.

He took your hand and brought it to his lips , placing delicate kisses across your knuckles “but I think I need to remind you who you belong to… just in case” he smirked.

OIKAWA TOORU

Oikawa had been glued to the tv for the past hour , just watching his volleyball matches over and over again and you tried your hardest to get him to take a break but he wasn’t budging. You decided to bring the big guns out that you knew would catch his attention and come to you whining.

You were in the kitchen just making lunch and decided this was the perfect time to get him off the couch. Under the guise that you were struggling to open a jar you called out “can you come and help me open this Waka!?. Silence. Then you hear slow shuffling making its way towards you. You turn around and are met with Oikawa’s pouty face. “Y/N-chan , why would you call me that” he whined. “Call you what, I said your name” “That’s not my name ! Why were you even thinking about Ushijima anyway?” “Wa-wait WHAT , Ushijima?” It just then hit you that he thought you meant Waka as in Wakatoshi.

He tapped his foot impatiently while glaring at you “well?” You giggled softly at how worked up he was “it’s not funny, how would you feel if I called you by your rivals name!?” “Aww my sweet dumb baby, Waka is from Oikawa , it’s just a bit jumbled up” you watched as realisation made it’s way onto his face and his pout just deepened “That wasn’t funny Y/N-chan and I still don’t like it, stick to baby” “okay baby I’m sorry , come here” he backed up from your embrace and walked back to the sofa “no , no kisses or cuddles for you, think about what you’ve done”

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[kageyuji]

accidentally grabbing his crush’s ass

⤷ kuroo, bokuto, iwaizumi, akaashi, kageyama ; gn!reader

tags: the title of these hcs lol, vague sexual innuendos(?), kuroo’s is kind of friends to ass-grabbing if you squint

notes: i did hcs like this a while back if these feel familiar, plagiarism isn’t sexy <3 although reblogs are highly appreciated

━━ KUROO

kenma was not a good wingman. at all.

but he tried his best </3

which was why he had invited both you and kuroo to hang out with him, the three of you were friends after all

kenma had planned on “accidentally” locking you two in a room together

what kenma hadn’t planned on was kuroo embarrassing himself before kenma even had the chance to put his plan in action

kuroo was crouched on the floor trying to fix kenma’s gaming system (god knows why it chose today to eat the game card)

he was completely unaware you were standing behind him and, somehow, in his peripheral he had assumed you were kenma’s desk chair

reaching behind himself to grab the chair and pull it over so he could sit in it, his eyes and one hand were still occupied

the other hand was now on your ass

it doesn’t register in his mind at first, he just knows that whatever he’s grabbing it isn’t the chair he thought

he literally turns his head slowly and when he looks at you hes like 😃

“ahah whoops”

“i’m so sorry, i was reaching for the chair”

“kuroo your hand is still on my ass”

he takes his hand away and then apologizes again but there is no hope for him, not when he is red to the tips of his ears

not to mention kenma, who is snickering a few feet away from the cataclysm that just unfolded infront of him

━━ BOKUTO

bokuto koutarou: king of not paying attention to what he is doing

especially not around you, he’s so focused on being perfect to impress you that he often ends up ignoring the minor things — the things that make you realize just how clumsy but sweet he actually is

you’d went to watch him at practice, who were you to turn him down when he said you were welcome to come?

plus, the entire team knew about his crush (it was hard not to with how much he talked about you) and they wanted to meet the person who always made their captain so starstuck and giddy

his eyes were focused on the volleyball court; he couldn’t look at you, he was putting on a serious act in hopes that you’d like him

that’s why when he reached behind himself for a volleyball he accidentally grabbed your ass

immediately realizes what he’s done, turns around and starts apologizing

he gets all pouty as well. he thinks you won’t like him now, even worse he thinks he’s offended you and now you hate him

“i didn’t mean- y/n, i swear i was grabbing a ball, i would never- :(((“

please tell him it’s ok he looks so sad

━━ IWAIZUMI

hajime iwaizumi: king of not paying attention to what he’s doing part 2

it’s not that he’s inherently oblivious to everything, he just. notices what needs to be noticed and passes over everything else

but he hadn’t heard you walk into the gym, hadn’t seen you sit on the bench in front of him when he knelt down beside his gym bag

oikawa knew you were there, so of course he smiled and loudly called “iwa-chan!”

iwaizumi, of course, went to stand up and grabbed at the bench to help himself

the bench he didn’t realize you were sitting on

so when he grabbed your waist, he also was pulling you to him. unintentionally, of course, but he was doing it nonetheless

which ended up with you falling (or rather, being dragged) off the bench and into iwa’s lap

both of you have to take a moment to process what just happened

eventually you both come to the realization that you’re sitting between his legs with his hands still somewhat on your hips and somewhat on your ass

he doesn’t want to push you off of him, but you’re currently still trying to process the situation and not moving

so he takes his hands from under your ass and slips away from behind you

“i uhm... i’m sorry, y/n. i didn’t see you, i thought i was grabbing the bench-”

“it’s alright iwa! accidents happen.”

he’ll never admit that he’s blushing. oikawa, makki, and mattsun laughing does not help the red tint in his cheeks though

━━ AKAASHI

bless his heart omg,,,, anyways SHDBSJDB

bokuto is a good wing man!! or at least he thinks he is 😀

but he had successfully talked you into coming to practice with him and akaashi

there wasn’t much convincing to do though, considering you had had a crush on akaashi for ages and would jump at any opportunity to be around him

but nevertheless, akaashi was setting for bokuto as always. the bin of volleyballs he always had was right beside him

...except it was on the opposite side he was used to, being that bokuto had insisted it be moved so you could stand near akaashi

he reached behind himself for a ball, but accidentally grabbing your ass instead

he realizes his mistake as soon as hes made it

even though he takes his hand back and is already stumbling out an apology, he has to turn and look at you because oh my god he did not just do that,,, oh no he did

eventually he manages to sting enough words together that it sounds something like an apology — he is sorry, he’s just far too embarrassed by what just happened to form a proper sentence

“it’s ok! don’t worry, things happen. i know you didn’t mean it” and suddenly akaashi knows that hes in deep

“uhm- yeah, sorry again. maybe you can just hand me the balls from now on ok?”

━━ KAGEYAMA

either kageyama was going to kill hinata or hinata was going to kill him, he didn’t mind which came first

hinata had invited both of you to a restaurant with him, and then ditched just as soon as you and kageyama had both arrived

of course, to you it was just bad timing. to kageyama however, he knew this was hinata’s attempt to get you to closer

kageyama tobio, who had no clue how to talk to his crush, was going to sit in a restaurant alone with you

much to his surprise though, he found himself enjoying your company. you were much kinder and easier to talk to than he had imagined in his mind, that much was clear

but of course he had to mess up. and of course it was in the most (though unintentional) perverted way

he reached to hold the door open for the people behind you whenever you were leaving but had miscalculated where you were walking

meaning he had his hand rested on your ass instead of the door

he jerks his hand back like a man scalded almost as soon as it happens

he’s stuttering and mumbling out an apology as well. it’s barely coherent, but you were laughing too hard anyways

please stop laughing he wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never have to face you again

“kags! it’s ok, seriously. it’s more funny than weird i promise. take me out again and we’ll call it even, alright?”

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© kageyuji 2021. do not copy, modify, or otherwise plagiarize in any way.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I.R.L.📷1

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight stalking, masturbation, naughty talk.

This is dark!(camboy!)Andy Barber. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your guilty pleasures becomes and all too real terror.

Note: I split this into two because it kept stretching on and on ahah. But I hope you’re ready for a creepy ass camboy.

Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!

As always, if you are so inclined, please like, reblog, and comment. <3

You could blame your break-up or the pandemic but you were just lonely. Besides, Cam left you a year ago and the quarantine was long over. It seemed the whole word had moved on except you.

You always got that fluttery feeling when you opened up the tab and typed in the address. You keyed in your username and password and that moment of shame and guilt quickly passed. Men did this all the time so what was the big deal? You had the money and time to waste on the shallow release.

You scrolled through the active rooms and found ‘SuitNTie80’. There were a few times you tried other rooms but you quickly left, always keeping to your comfort zone, not that you were ever very comfortable. There was that shadow of guilt that lingered after but you learned to live with it.

You sat up and leaned on your arm as you watched the window load and the chat popped up first on the side. You were desensitized to the image of the naked body, the large hand around the thick shaft, stroking and teasing as he issued intoxicating groans. You piled your pillows behind you and bent your legs as you watched lazily.

You were mostly quiet but you were there at least twice a week. You didn’t have much to say in the text box and the thought of a private voice chat was too intimidating for the price. You sent your donations and went on your way once you got yours.

You tickled your leg as your eyes clung to the hair along his muscled chest and stomach, his thick thighs bent and bulging as he gripped his dick firmly. He was huge, not that you were ever a size queen, but it was a nice escape, a careless fantasy. It wasn’t hurting anyone to look.

You hummed and reached for your vibe. You leaned back and teased your clit. You got wetter as he moved around and the bold yellow font popped up in the chat box. You hit ‘pay’ and bypassed the tier. The chat dwindled and the muscular body laid back so that his dick stood straight. He continued to play with himself as he pushed his head into the pillow.

You grabbed your dildo and angled it down along your folds. You poked and prodded until you slipped inside just a little. You pulled back and pushed back in until you could take most of it, the vibe still buzzing against your bud.

Another paywall popped up and again you hit the big button and confirmed. You kept the transactions on your credit card and didn’t think much until the statement showed up. Again, the audience dwindled. It was Wednesday, there weren’t as many as the weekends.

You got comfortable again and pumped the toy as you rubbed the stimulator against your clit. You bit your lip and whined, close. The deep voice stopped you.

“Looks like it's just you,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed and kept his hand moving.

You typed a hey into the chat and sent another tip. He smiled, only the bottom half of his face visible, the trimmed beard defined his already sharp jaw. You fell back again as you tried to focus on his hand.

“You’re here a lot, honey,” he purred and rasped as he rolled his palm around his tip, “every week…”

You froze and sat up stiffly, careful not to push the toy deeper.

“You don’t have to be shy,” he cooed, “we can go into a private room.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just wanted to cum and lay down. Forget about another long day back in the office.

“No charge,” he offered, “I’d just like to hear your voice.”

Your fingers tapped noisily over the whir of the toy, ‘why?’

“You’re my most loyal customer,” he slowed his hand, “just curious.”

You just sat there, your heart pounding. You liked not being seen, just watching quietly, just being there in the audience. You were embarrassed he even noticed the frequency of your attendance. You eased the toy out of you as you leaned an arm on your leg. You hovered the cursor over the leave icon.

The invited for a private room popped up and kept you from clicking, “just a few minutes, honey, I’m almost done and I wanna help you finish.”

You bit the inside of your lip and dragged your finger down the trackpad. You hit ‘accept’ and a pop-out window buffered as it requested access to your microphone. You could mute once you were in. You confirmed and the private room loaded. You maximized it and drew your hand back sharply, already regretting the decision.

“How are you doing, honey?” he asked, “anyway you want me?”

You stared at the screen, overwhelmed by the spontaneity and your natural shyness.

“I hear your toy,” he said softly, “why don’t you tell me what you’re playing with?”

You gulped and the mattress spring squeaked as you shifted, “um, I’m okay,” you answered his first question, “how are you?”

“I’m great,” he pushed the camera back and sat so that you could see all of him, “it’s nice to hear the voice behind the name.” His teeth grazed his lip as his muscles tensed and he groaned, “so what do we got, hmm?”

“Er,” you looked down, the toy buzzing against your thigh as you’d let it slip thoughtlessly, “a vibe and... “

“And…” he coaxed, “what else, honey?”

“Um, a dildo?” you said weakly, “erm, yeah.”

“Is it inside you?” he asked.

You choked and tried to smother it. You sniffed and clicked off the toy. “Sorry, I don’t think--”

“I want it inside you, now,” he said firmly as he stroked himself, “I want you to imagine it’s me, that i’m stretching you.”

You gaped at the screen as he watched you expectantly, almost as if he could see you. You always kept your camera covered though so at least he could only hear how clueless you were.

“Turn the vibe back on and put that dick inside of you,” he snarled, “come on, honey, for me.”

“I…” you breathed, “okay…”

You shakily hit the button so it vibed again. You asked yourself what you were doing as you slipped it down against your clit and pushed the dildo into you before it could slip out completely. You squeaked and he growled as his hand sped up.

“Mmm, is it in?” he asked, “all of it?”

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, “as much as… I can.”

You cringed at your own answer and he grinned.

“Oh, you’re tight?” he teased, “sounds like you need to be broken in.” You let out a breath as you sat unmoving, filled but paralysed by the intimacy of the chat, “go on, I wanna hear you, honey. I can’t finish if I can’t hear you.”

You hesitated but laid back against the mountain of pillows. You rolled the vibe flat to your clit and moved the dildo slowly. You quivered as the ripples flowed through you and made your toes curl, your legs splayed wide around your laptop. You can hear how wet you are as instinctively you move the toy faster and moan.

“That’s it, honey,” he cooed, “listen to you, hmm? So we for me…” his voice was a series of gasps as he added lube to his length and sped up, “how close are you?”

“C-close,” you rasped.

“Good, good,” his knuckles turned white as he worked his hand even faster, “I want you to picture me… balls deep… fucking you until your hips hurt… until you can’t walk…”

You let out a pathetic mewl as you fucked yourself harder with the toy, to the point of pain.

“What’s you’re favourite position, honey?” he asked as he used both hands on himself.

“Oh, uh…” you shuddered as you thought, trying to keep the toys in action, “doggy… I think.”

“Mmm, wouldn’t you like me behind you, pounding into that tight little cunt,” he puffed, “I can only imagine how tight you’d squeeze me… the way you’d shake… you think you could take it? Hmm?”

“Y… y… yes,” your voice fizzled out and you let out a strained cry as you came abruptly.

You panted wildly and turned onto your side as you squeezed both toys between your legs and groaned. A grunt brought your attention back to the screen as you twitched. The man cradled his sack as he came and strings spilled from his tip as his voice rumbled from the speakers. He smeared his cum all down his length until he was a mess and let his shoulders fall as he stilled his hand.

“Was that good, honey?” he asked as he looked into the camera.

“Mhmm,” you uttered as you sat up and slid the dildo out, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” he stood and came closer to the camera, bending so that you could see his face clearly, he was startlingly handsome, “can we do it again?”

“I… don’t know,” you replied as you turned off the vibe and covered yourself as if he could see you, “maybe.”

“You did really well, sweetie,” he smiled, “and I really like your voice.”

“I…” you sniffed and swallowed as you glanced around your dark bedroom. Is this what you’d come to? “I gotta go.”

You hit ‘leave’ and immediately felt awful. As much for leaving him hanging as even indulging in the chat. You rubbed your temples and bent your fingers against your skull as you gripped your head. How sad could your existence be?

📷

The disconnect icon came up and Andy sighed. He closed down the chat and logged out. He sat and cleaned himself, gently as he was overly sensitive from over an hour of stimulation. He enjoyed his little sessions and he made a decent penny, not that he really needed the money. It was more the high than the dollar sign.

He pulled on a loose pair of silk pajama pants and the fabric tickled his tip cloyingly. He closed the lid of his laptop and tidied the room, stripping the bed and putting the plain cotton sheets back on. He sat heavily to catch his breath and leaned back on the heels of his hands.

He always saw her username in the chat when she entered and tipped but she never said anything. He didn’t think much of it, she was just another regular. LacyLilac; it was a cute name. He was just bored and wanted to try something new. It was fun and thrilling and just the sound of her wet cunt made him twitch.

He kept thinking about her voice. He was disappointed she left so quickly. He would’ve liked to talk a little longer but it was just a porn chat after all. What more did they have to say to each other?

He tried to match her voice to a face in his head. She was probably cute; she sounded young. Well, lots of people were younger than him. He was probably one of the oldest cammers on the site. 

She was shy though and he liked that. He’d married the outspoken one and he was over it. That turned to shit fast and look where it got him. Alone and pimping himself out for kicks. Yeah, it was fun at first, he liked being watched, it was always a game for him. He used to play with himself at his desk in his office, sometimes the interns caught him but they never said anything. They were too afraid.

That was all gone too. That life was behind him, so far it almost felt like it never happened. He wished it never had; wished he hadn’t wasted the time.

He stood and sighed. He took his laptop from the table and slipped it under his arm. He went downstairs and opened it on the counter. He let the screen saver bounce as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He popped the cap off with the edge of the granite and watched the little wisp of mist rise from the neck.

He tapped on the pad and scrolled through his activity log. He found her name and clicked on it. Her profile was mostly empty except for the profile pic, a stock photo of lilacs. He got nothing from scrolling up and down the blank fields. Well, he knew a few tricks the cops passed onto him back in the day.

He opened another tab and quickly generated the link. He went back to her profile and clicked the little speech bubble beside her username. He took a moment before he began to type.

‘Hey, honey, I had fun. I hope to see you again on Friday <3. My schedule’s changing soon, you can see it here.’ He attached the link and hit send. He took a swig of the hoppy beer and leaned an elbow on the counter. 

All she had to do was click that link, if she didn’t, he’d have to figure something else out. Or maybe just give up.

The computer chirped as a green dot appeared beside her name. She was online. He saw the little eye beside his message and the dots as she typed. She stopped and he waited. Nothing.

He clicked back to the other window and opened up the visitation log for the link. He smiled and took another deep gulp. She’d done it. She tried to use the link and now he could see everything; her IP, her location, her internet provider. It was just enough to work with.

Bing. He switched back over to the chat and finally her response hung beneath his in a bubble.

‘Thx. I’ll try. The link doesn’t work tho.’

He typed with one hand as he finished his beer in sips, ‘sorry, honey. I’ll fix that and send an updated link when I get a chance. Have a good night <3.’

‘Good night,’ she responded and the green dot disappeared.

He set aside his empty bottle and closed the laptop. He was hard again. It didn’t usually happen so soon after a session. It was why he spaced them out. But he was throbbing so violently that just standing straight made him groan.

He gripped the counter and shoved his hand down his pants. He closed his eyes and exhaled as he quaked at his own touch. He thought of her little ‘ums’ and ‘ers’ and the buzz of her toy. Such a shy little thing acting so innocent and yet she was always there, watching him. 

Fuck, it wouldn’t take much more. Not as he thought of how she couldn’t even fit the whole toy in her sweet cunt. He would help her with that. 

📷

The anomaly soon grew to a habit. The second meeting was just as awkward. You didn’t do private chats, it was just easier to fade into the background, but the third was easier. Despite how your nerves flurried and your hair stood on edge, he made you feel comfortable, made you relax as you neared the tipping point.

That night, you promised him you’d be in the chat but things always went to shit when you had plans. You were almost relieved as your after hours activities were starting to get in the way of your work. You found it hard to focus when he kept sending you messages that filled your burner email.

You sat before the blue-tinted hue of the monitor, your eyes watering as the colours seared into your retinas. The spreadsheet left a template in your vision and you saw the little boxes even as you leaned back and rubbed your eyes. Maybe another hour and you could go and forget about the colour-coded rectangles.

You sighed and took out your phone. You looked out at the pen of cubicles, your small office forgotten in the corner. You handled the numbers and those only mattered when someone needed a new chair or the holiday party was coming near, and those tasks were easier left to the interns.

You yawned and swiveled back and forth in your chair. The little envelope floated in the margin. You dragged down the status bar and hit the icon. Your inbox was filled with alerts to new messages on the chat site. You only had your shell email account attached to your phone and kept to incognito mode on your laptop.

Only Lucy was still around and she was having a loud phone call on speaker a few offices down. She basically lived at her desk and served as a harbinger of your future. You opened a private window and signed in. You went to your profile and checked the blinking message box.

‘Hey, starting soon.’

‘On live now!’

‘Where are you, honey?’

‘About to go private.’

The last message was a sad-looking emoji and you shook your head. This was why you needed to stop. It felt special at first to be noticed, to feel wanted even if you were just a money sign, but it was growing exhausting. You hardly even enjoyed it anymore, you were just there to get off and get it over with.

‘Srry, caught up at work. Not going to make it tn.’

You hit send and blacked out your phone. You went back to the lifeless excel columns and compared it with the garbled mess corrupted on the second monitor. You told Stuart over and over to eject it properly and didn’t understand how the file hadn’t been uploaded to the company cloud. You shuffled through your papers and shrugged it off. No use being angry, no one cared.

Your phone vibed again. You ignored it and kept typing, looking through reports by the month as you keyed in numbers. A year's worth of tracking all down the drain. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Your phone wouldn’t stop.

You opened up your phone and went back to the private window. ‘You couldn’t tell me earlier?’ ‘Hello?’ ‘What did I do, honey?’

The messages came close together and you looked over at the log. His chat had gone inactive; it was early. You were slightly addled and confused by that.

‘It’s work. I haven’t had a chance. Can’t talk. Logging off. See you Friday.’ You hit the arrow and excited the window. 

You dropped your phone face down and hung your head back in exasperation. Your guilty pleasure was becoming a second job. The guy had enough viewers, he could hardly be missing your wallet that much. It was starting to get weird and you weren’t so sure you were going to tune in that Friday, you might be better off to catch up on your sleep.

📷

You kept your laptop off on Friday and opted instead to catch up the latest episodes of your favourite trash tv. The week was long enough to have you dozing off by the second episode and you woke early on Saturday, feeling more groggy than refreshed. Even so, you had two days to yourself.

Two days to catch up with your personal life. You went to the kitchen and used the last of the coffee. And the cream. Time for a shop. Well, you could still make a fun day out of it. There was a café in the same plaza as the grocery store so you could stop in and pretend like you were enjoying your time off with whatever specialty flavour they offered that day.

You didn’t get out before noon as you dragged your feet. Your mind kept drifting to your claustrophobic office and the migraine-inducing spreadsheets. You tried not to, fought your own mind as you steered into the parking lot, but you knew you had another week of bullshit awaiting you.

You grabbed a cart and made your rounds of the aisles, sighing as you waited on octogenarians to decide on a grain of bread. You hurried to check-out before you could get caught behind another dawdler and paid, piling your goods in your cart impatiently. You rolled out the lot and filled your trunk, pushing the cart back to the receptacle with the rest.

You hit the lock button on your keys and headed to the cafe. You eyed the strawberry and cream latte on the board as you stood in line. A deep voice drew your attention from the menu and your heart stuttered as you looked at the man at the till. It couldn’t be.

You got a better look at his face as he eyed the desserts in the glass case and pointed to the one he wanted. How in the fuck? The world couldn’t be that small. You tucked your chin down as your cheeks burned. You could only think about the image of him, or really his more intimate parts, and his low moans.

He swiped his card and moved along the counter. You stood frozen, not moving until the person behind you told you it was your turn. You apologized and moved up to the till. You stammered out your order and fumbled with your wallet, keeping your head down as you paid.

You kept your distance as you moved to wait in the corner until your turn at the window was called. You stared at the floor and tried to dissipate into the air as you pondered just leaving without your drink. When your name rang in your ears, you stepped up without look and collided with another.

“Oh, sorry,” the familiar voice made your eyes round, “shoot.”

You winced and pulled your shirt away from your chest as the hot coffee seeped down your front. You shook out the fabric and shook your head.

“It’s fine, I-- I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you dared to look up at him, unsurprised by your luck, “I hope I didn’t, er, spill too much.”

“I’m more worried about burning you,” he said, “you sure you’re alright?”

“Fine,” you repeated curtly and stepped around him, “really.”

You grabbed the paper cup and spilled even more hot liquid onto your fingers in your urgency. When you turned back the man was just ahead of you and he waited as he held the door for you. You ducked your head down as you passed him and thanked him with a mumble.

“No problem,” he said as he dropped the door.

You stepped off the curb and almost tripped. You didn’t look back as you rushed over to your car and searched for your keys in your pockets. You hit the button and quickly opened the door and flopped into the seat, placing your cup in the holder as more foam and espresso spilled from under the lid.

You hung your head back and sighed. You cringed and wanted to scream. You gripped the steering wheel and shook the whole car in your tantrum. As if your life couldn’t get worse. You were just one disaster after the other.

You wiped your hand on your jeans and started the car. Oh well, a forgettable slip-up. You wouldn’t remember it next week and he likely wouldn’t either. He didn’t even know who you were. Didn’t know you were one of the perverts watching him on their screen as they sat in the dark, lonely and desperate.

You pulled out of your spot and steered between the rows as you neared the exit. Fuck, you thought to yourself, you probably paid for that coffee. Ugh, why were you doing this to yourself? Making yourself feel worse and for what? He put himself on the internet, you were just supporting him.

“Just shut up,” you said to your inner voice as you turned out into traffic, “just stop.”

[kass-storycorner]

Hello!! i stumbled across your works and i absolutely fell inlove with your writing (especially the angsty ones)

Can i jump on the angst train and request a fic with a line that goes "I'm here, you dont have to wait anymore," with childe? Like maybe the reader told childe that theyll wait for him no matter how long it takes (and maybe a sprinkle of argument) but something happened that made the reader be on the brink of death. With or without comfort/happy ending is up to u!!

first of all thank you so much for the request! and it really makes me so happy to hear that you like my writing, especially my angst haha secondly I am so sorry that this took so long, since I saw this ask in my inbox I couldn't stop thinking about it and finished the first part of this pretty quickly - only to be stuck at how to end it (and actually fulfill the request haha). right now i am not really happy with the ending, though I feel like this is the best I can currently do! I really hope you enjoy, please let me know if it was alright haha (also I fear that I didn't really...wrote Childe in-character, I don't know)

Waiting for you

Genre: Angst, Hurt, comfort at the end

Characters: Childe x gn!reader (Childe is referred by is actual name by the reader, but outside of dialog he's called Childe)

Format: bullet points (backstory) + Text (actual fic, answer to the prompt)

Word count: 4324

Content warning: veeeery slight spoiler warning for the Liyue quests, its literally just one sentence and I tried to keep it as ambigious as possible, slight cursing (using the word bitch too, though thats the only instance of using gendered-vocab for the reader, i still wrote them gn!), mention of blood, mild violence, not proof-read ahah when will i ever do that

you can find the fic under the cut, have fun reading!

You and Childe knew each other since you were just little kids – him and his family being neighbours had meant you always ended up playing with him and his siblings, though you both got along the best.

On more than one occasion you both just ran off to somewhere no one could disturb you, your secret hideout, trading stories of great warriors from outside of Snezhnaya you heard the fishermen at the docks talk about.

Most people and children were wary of Childe, he was always the one who wanted to ‘play-fight’, which ended most of the time with the other kid running home, crying. However, you were the exception, always able to beat him or at least have a tie. Your parents, especially your father, hated it when you came back home with bruises on your arm, a bright smile and telling how you beat Childe up that day. He never felt like Childe was someone you should surround yourself with, but he kept quite for your younger years, also thanks to your mother who wasn’t fond of the fighting either but saw how much time with Childe meant to you.

Things however changed after Childe fell into the Abyss.

It was apparent how violent he got after it, even his own family was completely helpless when it came to him. So his father send him off to join the Fatui, which was a very controversial decision in the small town you both called home – most were happy to not have Childe be around anymore, for he picked up more and more fights and became more violent, but even within Snezhnaya the Fatui have a bad reputation, so most people were convinced that he would only become even worse.

Your father was one of those who was happy, but also concerned. Your mother died shortly after Childe fell into the Abyss, so your father forbade you any contact with Childe.

This, however, did not work. After Childe had to leave Morespesok you kept in touch through letters and whenever he was in town you always met up in secret.

The letters you send each other turned sweeter the older you got, changing the feelings for friendship you both felt for each other slowly into a romantic love. Childe always ended his letter with saying that he would return soon and you always with “I’ll be waiting for you Ajax”.

You always looked forward to his letters and so did he for yours. When he came back to Morespesok after every mission he had to do for the Fatui you both would meet up in your secret hideout. This place became your save haven. Conversations, hugs, kisses and even more – everything that wasn’t written in a letter between you two happened there.

Childe was fine with this and so were you. He didn’t want people to know there was someone he loved as much as he loved you, as one of the Harbringers of the Fatui it could endanger you. You on the other hand were fine with it because, even though you had no understanding for why your father forbad you the relationship with Childe, you couldn’t stomach to disappoint him. After all he was your father and you loved him dearly, no matter how much you both might disagree on things.

Still, you longed for something more – with Childe and for your own life. You wanted to travel too; you haven’t had the chance to leave Morespesok past the few neighbouring villages. So, when Childe wrote to you that after his next visit, which would only be a few days long, he was going to Liyue and didn’t knew for how long he had to stay there – you asked him in your reply if you could join him. Him writing that it wasn’t possible and better for you to stay in Morespesok and just wait for him hurt, but you understood. You are fine with waiting for him, you always were.

You were expecting a sad but loving last night with Childe before he had to leave, ending with a bittersweet goodbye. You weren’t expecting what happened instead.

Childe was angry, it was clear to see. The moment he stepped into your secret hideout you knew something was off – how he averted your eyes, how he didn’t return your kiss with a passionate one, like usual. “Ajax”, you purred in a sweet voice, “what’s wrong?”. You tried to take his hand, but he only pulled it away. Ah, that was unusual. He never refused your touch, no matter how angry he was before. “There is nothing wrong, I just was curious if there is something you want to tell me?”, he replied in a bitter tone, not even looking at you. It took you completely off guard; you saw him be angry or sulky before, you two had your fair share of arguments in the past, but somehow this was different. “No, there is nothing except for the fact that I missed you very much,” you told him, but you could feel how you started to become irritated. When you saw him two days ago visiting your family’s shop with Teucer he gave you a warm and loving smile, winking at you when he handed you that piece of paper asking to meet up tonight. What had happened in between that made him act like this? “Tsk, fine,” and with that he was on his way out. You moved quickly in front of him, blocking the way out. “Now wait a moment, would you kindly tell me what is going on here?”. He just quietly looked at you for a few seconds before he shoved you aside. “AJAX!”, you couldn’t hide your irritation and growing anger anymore, burying your fingers in his arm in order to stop him from leaving. “What did I do to make you be angry at me?”. “It doesn’t matter”, Childe replied coldly, while trying to get you to loosen your grip on his arm. “Now let me go and run home to your father and your fiancé, I bet they are already asking where you are right now.” “My what?” you replied with bewilderment. “Childe, is that why you are angry with me? Because you think I am engaged to someone else?”. Honestly, you would find this situation hilarious if it weren’t for the fact that Childe still looked at you with a sour face. “Well, I don’t think you are engaged to someone else; I know you are. Your father was really excited about the whole thing when he told me, he even invited me to your wedding, granted if I could find the time.” As he said this, he noticed how your face was a combination of confusion and anger. And oh yes, were you angry. Angry at your father for telling such blatant lies and at Childe for believing them, confused as to why he would even believe your father in the first place. “Ajax, I-“you let go of his arm, pinching the bridge of your nose and letting out a deep sigh. “I am engaged to no one, never was. I didn’t tell you this, because I didn’t want to upset you or worry you needlessly, but maybe I should’ve done it. My father continuously tries to marry me off whenever he finds anyone, he deems a worthy suitor. I guess he might have found one of your letters, though he never said anything about it, but I can’t explain why he suddenly started to become so interested in my marital status. Every few weeks he brings another person home, tells me I should marry them, for me to turn those poor fools down and tell my father he should stop. Most accept it that I have no interest in them, some stick around for a few weeks until the realise that nothing will come of it, but yeah. Ask anyone, Archons ask your family, it’s already a running joke here.” You expected the atmosphere to become less tense after you explained the whole situation to him, for him to even turn it into a joke and to apologise for his behaviour. Instead, it just grew more tense. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”, his voice still being cold, underneath it you could hear how angry he still was. “Because it wasn’t important, at least not to me. Honestly Ajax, I don’t see what the issue is here. I am not engaged and I do not plan to agree to one unless-“, you stopped yourself right there. ‘Unless it’s you who’s asking’, is what you wanted to say. You could feel how your heart fluttered even just at the thought. Childe, however, did not notice where you were going with your last sentence, too

occupied with his own anger. “Unless what?”. “It doesn’t matter, can’t we just drop the topic and enjoy our first and last night in months with each other without fighting?”, this was your last offer of peace, hoping he would finally calm down. But you knew deep down – Childe never was one to back out of a fight. “No no no, continue, tell me what you wanted to say!”, his voice growing louder and louder with every word. “Ajax, let it be,” you really weren’t in the mood for anything tonight anymore and the least you wanted to do was discuss your wish of a future with him. “No, I won’t. Tell me, because I would love to know. Or don’t, you can also just go and choose one of the various suitors your father picked out for you to fuck, I bet you really enjoy it how they are all standing in line for you,” he spit his words out, full of anger and disgust. This was the final straw for you, it was apparent that Childe choose words that he knew would hurt you with intent and it made you explode. “You know what? I’ve had enough!”, you screamed at him, feeling how tears were pooling in the corner of your eyes. Not out of sadness or because his words hurt, those were tears of pure rage. “You come in here, after I haven’t seen you in weeks, before you leave for an unspecified amount of time and all you have to do is pick a fight? Fine, here have a fight! You are unhappy that I didn’t tell you how my father wants to force me in a marriage I don’t want to be in? Boho, I am so so sorry for you Ajax. Really, I can’t fathom to imagine how much you must struggle with this, but oh well, life must be so hard when you keep travelling around Teyvat. Because I really can’t imagine how life would be outside this place, what it’s like to have anything to do. Have you ever noticed, ever realised how much I hate it? Hate the wating? Because that’s all I do! I wait for your letters, and I wait for you to return. All I ever do I wait, wait, wait. Wait for you to come home yes and wait for you to finally be ready for something, anything more!”, the tears were now streaming down your hot, angry face. Childe just looked at you, waiting for you to end what you had to say. “I am tired of waiting! I am tired of keeping us hidden, yes, I agreed to it too in the beginning, but now? Dammit, Ajax. I don’t want to be left alone here when you go to Liyue, I don’t want to wait if I don’t know for how long I should wait. I just- “it became harder for you to speak, sobs interrupting you every few seconds. “I wish you would let me join you.” Except for your sobs, which you tried to supress, silence fell over the two of you. Childe just stood there in front of you, watching how you tried to stop the tears. “You know I can’t take you with me. It’s… it’s not safe,” he said after a while. You didn’t expect for him to change his mind, however his words didn’t make you feel any better… on the contrary they made you feel even feel worse. “Leave me alone,” was all you could tell him in that moment. You didn’t want to have him near you, you didn’t want to see his stupid face or look at his sad, blue eyes. Right now, you only wanted to be alone. “(Y/N)”, Childe began softly, wanting to take you in his arms but the look you gave him made him stop dead in his tracks. “Please, I need to be alone now”. The atmosphere was heavy, both of you didn’t want to part on bad terms but – right now wasn’t the right moment to make up. “I will leave you alone, but (Y/N)”, he said, looking at you with regret about how he acted just earlier, “please wait for me.” You scoffed at his words. Wait for him, again. “(Y/N)”, you turned away, so you didn’t have to see his face when he spoke your name again. “(Y/N), please. Please promise me that you will wait for me, I’ll come back, I promise you and I will make up for this… and for making you always wait for me. I promise. You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice.” At the mention of the nursery rhyme you had to chuckle a bit. “The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend,

the frost will freeze your tongue off, so you never lie again,” you finished it, looking back at him. “Fine, I’ll wait. But leave now.” And with that Childe left you alone, leaving Morespesok for Liyue the next day.

It has been a few months now since Childe came to Liyue and while his endeavours here were more or less successful, what was on his mind most of the days was you and how you both parted. He wanted to kick himself in the arse for how he acted that day, for making you so angry and for making you cry. The worst however is how you haven’t written him a single letter yet and Childe, though he would never admit it because of his pride, was too scared to send you one first. That he should be the first one to send you a letter was something he was aware of but still – he couldn’t find the right words. What should he write? Every time he sat down at his desk, looking at the piece of paper in front of him… he was never able to make it past “Dear (Y/N)”, and even with this he wasn’t sure, maybe “Beloved” would sound better? Childe would’ve even considered asking Zhongli for advice, however after finding out that Childe was just a pawn in his plans – he still considers Zhongli a friend, but before he could ask for advice the feeling of betrayal needs to fade out. And now he got the order to return to Snezhnaya by the end of the next month… he felt so anxious at the thought of seeing you again, not even knowing what happened with you the past months. So in the letter to his family in which he announced is return, Childe asked them, after months of not hearing anything from or about you, how you were. When he held the letter of his family in his hands, he started to feel nervous, it included the answer of your wellbeing. He knew you would keep your promise, but still. What if when not? Reading the contents of the letter, however, made him wish that he had asked sooner. Childe couldn’t stop reading the few lines his family wrote about you over and over again.

You asked about (Y/N) wellbeing in your last letter. Ajax, we wish we could tell you some more pleasant news than this, but we haven't seen or heard anything of (Y/N) for a week now. No one really knows where they might be, the last we know is that they left their home after a fight with their father, but there is nothing more we can tell you.

After reading those few lines, the letter already crumply at the edges from the way he held onto it, Childe decided to immediately make his way back home. In his opinion it didn't matter if he returned sooner than ordered and that was a problem he will face later. For now, he wanted to know what had happened to you, because he couldn't, didn’t want to, believe that you left Morepesok... you promised that you would wait for him. But doubt crept into his heart and his mind - you were so frustrated with waiting, he noticed it before you even said anything that night. However, he kept ignoring it. It wasn't like that Childe didn't also wish for more, to build a home with you, to spend more time with you. The feeling of not being good enough for you, something your father and others in Morepesok made clear to him since your childhood together, and the fear of putting a visible target on your back by being by your side... all of it held him back.

The way back home only took him a few days and when he came close to his village, seeing the once so well-known roofs and chimney of the houses, he took a junction into the woods, making his way to the secret hideout of you two. When he arrived, he noticed how it looked lived in, at first a relive for Childe, until he saw the traces of a fight - and blood on the floor. He was quick to follow the trail of blood, the father he went away from the hideout the more blood was on the ground. Suddenly he could hear a strangers voice in the distance.

"Answer me you stupid bitch!", you felt a hand pulling you up by your hair, but you were already too tired, too beaten up and injured to even respond to that violent pull. All you tried to do was to keep your hands on your stomach, trying to stop the blood from gushing out. You could barely remember what had happened, how you got there. It all started over a week ago, when you father came with another suitor wanting to marry you. Like always you turned him down, saying you had no interest in marriage, this time however he wasn't as understand as the others were. The whole thing ended in you having a huge fight with your father about it, he tried to pressure you even more than usual to take that fella as your husband. It made you sick, you just couldn't stomach being around him anymore. You always wanted to make him happy, always feared of disappointing him. But this? Him asking you to marry a random person? It was something you just couldn't do. So you went away, ran out to the little hideout planning to stay there until Childe came back. You wanted to wait for him - you even got over your stupid pride and sent away a letter for him earlier this morning... and maybe this was your mistake. Carefully you tried not to be noticed by the people in your village, you didn’t want anyone to worry about you, however you also didn’t want to explain your disappearance for the last few days. The man who your father tried you to accept as a fiancé however seemed to have spotted you when you left the post-office. It was already too late when you realised that you were followed - the man made his way into the place that was only meant for you and Childe. After that your memory started to get blurry, how was that even possible it just had happened. He attacked you, you fought back, though the man was just stronger... you ran away, feeling the blood already coming from your stomach. Your body started to become weaker, your legs grew heavier and slower until you fell. Now he was above you, grabbing your hair and screaming. It was hard to even focus on what that man said to you, too tired grew your body and mind. 'I have to stay awake', you thought. It was clear that if you lost consciousness now... well, who knows what would happen then, you only knew it wouldn't be good. You had to wait for Childe, you had to be there when he got home.

There were more than a few things in Childes live he wished he never had to see. Seeing your limp body, blood streaming out of your stomach which you could barley cover with your hand, your hair in the hands of some stranger and your eyes struggling to stay open – yes, Childe wished this was something reserved for his nightmares, not for the reality he had to face now. It didn’t even take second for him to react at that sight, swiftly being next to that man and cutting his hand off with one of his blades, kicking the rest of him away. Childe would have loved to take his time with that man, torture him, make him regret that he was born, but what was more important was to stop your bleeding. Quickly Childe sat down next to you on the ground, using his scarf to stop the bleeding. “Ajax,” he could hear you whisper quietly. “Hey, I’m here, everything is fine, everything is going to be okay.” You desperately tried to keep your eyes open, to look at him. He was a mess, his eyes filled with fear and panic spread across his face. Never had you seen him with such an expression. For only what felt a few seconds you closed your eyes and then – “Hey, (Y/N) hey, open your eyes, talk to me”, you opened them and realised that you were in Childes arms now, his eyes switching from you to what was apparently the way to Morepesok. “Ajax…”, it was so cold. When did it became so cold again? “I waited for you and now you’re here… I waited. Kept my promise.” The last few words came out slurred. “Yes, I'm here, you don’t have to wait anymore. I promise you don’t have to wait for me ever again, just please-“ his breathing was heavy, he ran as fast as he could to the village in the hopes that the healers there could help you, that there was anyone who was able to help you now. “Please, don’t close your eyes, okay?” Before you could even answer him that you will try to keep them open you could already feel yourself slip out of conscious again. All you could say before everything went dark was his name again. “Ajax…”

The first thing you noticed was a warm hand on yours. Even before you opened your eyes you knew which hand it was. “Ajax,” you were a bit shocked at the sound of your own voice. It sounded so weak. You opened your eyes, seeing into those deep blue eyes looking at you. “(Y/N)”, he didn’t sound any better. Only now you started to notice the dark circles under his eyes and how his hair looked even messier than usual. Was he by your side the whole time? “How are you feeling?”. “Better than you apparently”, you joked, weakly grinning at him. He smiled back, rubbing the backside of your hand with his thumb. “I’m glad you’re better,” he replied quietly, looking down at the hand he was holding. “I’m glad you’re here.” At that his smile faded, turning into a sad expression and you already knew what this meant. “Don’t tell me…” “I’m sorry, I wasn’t even supposed to be here just yet and my early departure from Liyue apparently has caused some issues and… well, I was able to stay here until you woke up. The deal was when you wake up or-, well that doesn’t matter now. The deal was that I had to go back and fix the damage I caused once you wake up, which is honestly way more generous than I had anticipated.” You didn’t really understand what he was exactly talking about, you were still tired, but all you knew was that he had to go again. There wasn’t any energy left in your body to hold back the tears that were now falling down your face. Childe cupped your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “Hey, listen,” he said softly. “I promise you won’t have to wait for too long, when you recovered, I will send for you.” At this your ears peaked, looking at Childe with hopeful eyes. “Send for me, you mean-?”. “Yes, this time around I’ll be the one waiting for you to arrive in Liyue and not you’re waiting for me to come home.” At that you threw your arms around his neck wanting to hug him, causing you to hiss in pain. You forgot that you still had a stomach wound. “Careful now”, he laughed a bit at how enthusiastic you were about the news that you forgot your injury. “You promise that I will really join you in Liyue?”, you still couldn’t fully believe that he really was fine with it. “You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice,” you leaned back and held your pinkie up in the air. Childe smiled at you softly, interlocking his pinkie with yours. “The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off, so you never lie again.”

[meaty4spicedbuns]

John Shelby &Bisexual!Fem!Reader | One shot - A glass from the Garisson

Imagine : Being openly Bisexual with the Shelby and flirting at the bar from boredom with John.

Resume: Thomas leave you three at the Garisson counter while he is discuting with somebody for business purpose. Arthur decided to boredly drinking while waiting. But you and John aren't patiently wait. So you both decided to set a little competition.

Warning: Bisexual fem!reader as written in the title ; so if you're homophobe just freak off this blog thank's. Otherwise none, just you being handsome and John being a lill' shy.

Author note: /!\ English isn't my first langage, and this one shot is kinda old. I had it on my computer for more than two years now. I'm a little bit shy to share this fic with you to be honnest ahah. I tried to correct some mistake, but since I'm actually writting one shot to get better with my english's writting skill, it's still wobbly. Any comment is appreciated (or even like or reblog); thanks you for reading :) !

PS : when I say ''flirting from boredom" we both consent to think you and John are mature and no childish ; you're respecting any person you going to flirt with :) (i feel the need to add that)

Gif not mine ! (thank to the person who made it)

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As a friend of the Shelby family, it is usual to see you hanging with them at the bar. Having a drink, discussion, or just some troubles. And today wasn’t far different from all the usual. There was nothing particular to do, work was over. At least for you. Thomas was still in a long discussion with a possible costumer in the V.I.P square, letting you wait outside at the counter. And even though you were patient, it’s been half an hour and you all began to be bored.

That how you began to look at the people in the pub with John. You were both looking for people to flirt with; Arthur wasn’t in the mood since he already had a girl in mind. And one of the things that made the situation more interesting were that John knew about your situation, your sexuality, and was taking it as a competition. Since you were able to love both men and women, he wanted to see which of you were the most attractive; male ego, you know.

And there is that girl at a table. She is elegant. Kind of your type for you, or John, for a one standing night.

“- See that girl, you said with a smile. I bet I can made her interested in me.”

He let go a chuckle, up an eyebrow and whispered:

“- Don’t get me wrong miss, but I’m sure she’s more into boy than girl. You wouldn’t even get her name.

- Then go, and get it, you Don Juan.”

Without saying anything more, the Shelby just bash off your comment with his hands. His eyes turn away from the girl you were both talking about, you just realized he was getting a little bit shy from the thought of accosting that stunning girl.

That made you chuckle. So you decided for the next minute to just let him some time in case he grown some balls, but when you hit him with your elbow to ask if he wanted to go trying his chances, he just stare at her for a few second and shake his head. “Just a stupid game, he sights.”.

But you were still in the mood to play, and to prove to John you were going to win the game; because you love to prove you’re right after all. So, you decided to take the first step. You get up from your chair and walk toward her. You could hear your friend facing toward you while you were walking. You were pretty sure he was shocked to see you took the lead; and a little bit jealous.

As a girl, you were always more welcomed when accosting another woman; as you appaear less threatening. You politely asked her if you could take a sit and saw by her smile that she was more than happy to have company. You can feel her glaze traveling all over you. She had those beautiful eyes you know John would love, and you were so pleased to feel his gaze on your back during your conversation with the woman he envies. At the end, you stand up and said:

“- If you like guys, there is my friend at the bar the younger one, is named John and find you beautiful. But if you like girl, my name is (Y/N) and I would be delight to know you more for a night.”

With a brief smile, you winked at her and joined the guys. Both were curious to know what happened. And five minutes later, you find that girl coming back. She put her glass on the counter and look both at you and John.

“- I’m more into girl, she purred while looking at you. But I guess we could manage for us three.”

[arhvste]

❝ suna rintarō - boyfie hcs ❞

an - warning : there is no solid structure to this, i’ve just thrown in hcs as i’ve gone along okay !!,, in honor of me seeing the first tiktok slating the toxic suna hc that gets pinned onto him constantly for no reason :,)

-> suna lays on your lap and let’s you braid his hair seeing as it’s long enough

-> he keeps hairties from you on his wrist because it’s his ‘little piece of you’ he has on him throughout the day

-> he uses hair pins to keep his hair out of his face at home and they were courtesy of none other than a suggestion from you

-> his sister adores you and constantly tries to pry you away from her older brother

-> he’ll stand there and make snide comments towards her just because she wants attention from you

-> “i’m the one dating them, not you. stop being so annoying and go okay with your toys. 🙂”

-> “shut up, i’m 13 i don’t play with toys 🥲”

-> you’re standing in the middle of them like 🧍

-> eventually suna wins you over though because as he said, he’s the one dating you 🙄

-> alone time with suna is quiet but not to the point where it’s silent

-> he likes just having you close to him while the two of you laugh and show each other things on your phones

-> he always just like laying in bed with you pressed up close to his chest

-> bonus point if you play with his hair soothing him enough to the point where he’ll completely fall asleep with you in his arms

-> suna trusts the miya twins

-> but not to the point where he doesn’t feel even a little insecure with them around

-> especially atsumu

-> they would never ever homewreck but after seeing their fan clubs, suna can’t help but feel a hint of worry he could lose you to them if he’s not careful

-> pls reassure him

-> he won’t tell you he needs it but he does 🥲

-> speaking of the miyas he records and sends every argument they have to you

-> captions every one like ‘here we have the two wild and ugly miyas scrapping out their frustrations over the last onigiri’

-> he does think his captions out carefully though

-> and that’s because he likes to make you laugh

-> your laugh is the prettiest sound to him

-> he doesn’t even need to try hard because he’s naturally pretty humours in a sassy sort of way

-> but he can’t help but feel a little proud everytime your laughter rings out after a comment of his

-> he scans for you in the crowds in his games

-> you give him motivation when it begins to slip from him

-> especially when they’re in the lead

-> you make him want to work hard and do his best for you

-> he’d never admit it out loud but you can tell you’re a source of some sort of motivation after seeing his plays increase back up to being more precise after spotting you

-> kita is eternally grateful for you

-> suna hums in the shower

-> more specifically it’s always the annoying tiktok songs you get stuck in his head

-> he’ll catch himself humming the irritating tunes but not being able to stop himself

-> probably even throws in a few of the moves to go with it while he’s in the shower

-> he’s the type that pulls it off casually and doesn’t look like a try hard when doing them ahah

-> he’s extremely supportive of everything you do

-> you wanna bleach your hair at 3am just because your weekly tarot card said to do it?

-> he’s coming over to help you and he’s bringing a sweater for you to swap over with him because he knows you like it when the sweaters you borrow from him smell strong

-> suna smells like fresh laundry and home

-> the scent clings to him and he’d be a liar to say he wasn’t thankful for it

-> because he lives for the moments when you cling onto him just to inhale the addicting scent

-> actually pretty mature in arguments

-> he won’t scream or talk over to you

-> he would actually listen and evaluate what you’re saying

-> he’s a perceptive boy he’s going to take your feelings and thoughts into consideration

-> he won’t apologise immediately but he also won’t go to sleep on bad terms with you

-> if you’ve still not made up by the time you’ve gone to bed he’ll purposely turn the heating down and the air con up

-> he’ll also tug on the blankets a little more into his side meaning you have to suffer unless you don’t move closer to him

-> his plan always works because you always end up clinging onto him like he’s your lifeline which in some sense he sort of it

-> you won’t talk everything through right then and there

-> but he’ll apologise and promise to talk about it in the morning with you

-> just as long as you end up cuddled up to him by the end of the night things are all good between you

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[sageinacage]

y'know how jumpy tommy was in the amusement park vlog,, what if after the vlog they're hanging out at wilbur's place and wilbur keeps trying to scare him, eventually finding out tommy's ticklish :0

Scaredy Cat summary: wilbur was messing with tommy all day and trying to scare him, until he figured out something interesting a/n: i'm really sorry for not writing in a while D: expect more fics coming soon! like half of my inbox got cleared so feel free to send in requests :D also im working on adding titles to all my fics LOL warnings: swearing, jokes about unsafe roller coasters w/c: 1.2k IRL, Platonic

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All day, Wilbur has just been a nuisance. Starting on the way to the amusement park, Wilbur was explaining to Tommy the dangers of roller coasters. Well- trying to; over Phil’s scolding, it was hard to continue to inform Tommy without bursting into laughter.

Though, because of his fear of roller coasters and Wilbur’s “information,” Tommy was on edge all day- jumping and getting startled at the smallest things; and Wilbur was not helping at all. “Are you okay, Tom? You’re really jumpy, dude.” Phil gave him a sympathetic smile, trying not to laugh when the boy angrily groaned. “I’m not jumpy!” He grumbled out, looking forward.

Wilbur heard this and let out a chuckle, before lunging at Tommy and faking it out. The poor blonde jumped then immediately crossed his arms. “Stoppit!” He whined, furrowing his eyebrows at both Wilbur and Phil’s chortles.

“Mate, you are definitely jumpy. Calm down, it's going to be okay!”

“It would be okay if the failure rate for roller co-”

“Will!”

Tommy groaned again, shoving Wilbur. “Shut up, bitch!” He exclaimed, Wilbur playfully laughing at him and Phil letting out a few chuckles with a shake of his head. “You two, I swear.” Phil wheezed, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not my fault that I’m angry, Wilbur is being a dic- AH- Will!” Tommy shrieked and bent down trying to catch himself after the taller one decided it would be funny to lunge at Tommy again. Wilbur wheezed, patting his back. “It’s okay Toms, you’ll be a lot more scared on ‘The Smiler’ later, bud!” He sniggered, earning another eye roll from Phil.

“Stop saying that, you dickhead!” Tommy muttered, Wilbur giggling to himself. All day at the amusement park was the same, Wilbur trying to push Tommy’s buttons and Phil scolding him about it while also trying to hold back his own chuckles.

Eventually, the day was ending, and after they all rode the final coaster named ‘The Smiler,’ they decided to walk towards the exit of the park. “Will, I hope you know that I hate you. Very much, in fact.” Tommy straightened his back, glaring to the side at him. “No, you doooon’t!” Wilbur sang, squishing his little brother into a side hug which earned a dramatic grumble from him.

“I swear I cannot take you guys anywhere.” Phil joked, smiling at them. “Yeah Tommy, we can’t take you anywh-”

“Will.”

“Yeah Will- STOP!” Tommy didn’t have time to sass him before being jumpscared, pouting as he climbed into the car to be temporarily safe from Wilbur jumping at him.

The car ride home was surprisingly quiet. It was a comfortable silence, though; as they were all a bit tired from spending all day at Alton Towers. As they got closer to Wilbur’s place, that’s when the chaos started up again.

“Hey Tommy, did you know that cars are even more dangerous than roller coasters?” He smirked as he kept his eyes on the road, laughing as he heard Tommy’s loud whine, leaning back in his seat with crossed arms. “You’re dead to me.” He muttered under his breath, Phil picking up on what he said with a chortle.

When they got back to Wilbur’s place, Tommy was the first to run in and lay on the couch, finally not in a vehicle of some sort. The other two came in after him, snickering at the sight of Tommy sprawled out on the couch.

Wilbur grinned, tip-toeing up to the couch and reaching over to squeeze his side. Instead of the surprised shriek he expected, he was met with unexpected cackles. “What? Is being scared all of a sudden funny?” He asked with an amused look, putting his hands on his hips. “It’s not fuhunny!” Tommy complained, rubbing his side to get rid of the sudden after-tingles.

“Then why are you laughing- ohhh…I see...” Wilbur smiled at his realization. His little brother was a little ticklish, supposedly. “I don’t like that tone, Will. I don’t like it at ahAHAHALL- Nohoho!” Tommy burst into loud laughter at the hands that were attached to his lower ribs, squeezing gently. “Ah, so you are ticklish! I was wondering for a while!” Wilbur exclaimed innocently, smiling fondly at the boy.

“Sh- shuhut up! Phihil hehelp meheheheeee!” Tommy whined through his giggle fit, throwing his head back as his ‘attacker’s hands moved to his waist right above his hips. “I’m good, mate. I’m gonna go order pizza, does that sound good?” Phil asked, looking at the menu on his phone.

“Yeah! Tommy and I will share a pepperoni pizza!” Wilbur talked to Phil like he wasn’t tickling Tommy at the time, making it even worse for the blond. “Wilbuhuhur!” He complained again, weakly pushing at his hands but they didn’t budge. “Oh, sorry! Don’t worry, my full attention is on you now!” Wilbur smirked, fluttering his nails over the sides of his stomach, Tommy’s t-shirt not providing much protection.

“SHIHIHIT! YOHohou bihiHITCH!” He squealed, jerking away from the fingers which found his hips. “Hey hey hey! I wouldn’t be so mean, Toms, I think I just found a good spot!” The taller devilishly sniggered, lightly drilling his thumbs into the bundle of nerves on his hip bones. Tommy screeched, accidentally arching up more into the tickles and hitting at his hands. “WHIHIHHIY?!” Loud belly laughter poured out of him, making both Wilbur and Phil smile at the genuine laughter.

“Because I like your laugh, Tommy! Also- you kinda deserve it after calling me a bitch all day…” He tried to sound upset from it, but couldn’t hold back his chuckles from Tommy’s embarrassed high-pitched giggles. “N- NOHOHOHO!” Tommy wheezed, shaking his head as his laughter turned hiccupy at Wilbur’s fingers skittering up his ribs, scribbling in between the grooves of his upper ribs; which earned screamy laughter from the boy.

“Uh ohhhh~, bad spot, Tommy?” Wilbur teased, his fast fingers turning into just gliding his nails around his ribs which surprisingly raised Tommy’s laughter. Wilbur teasingly chuckled, tracing random shapes into his ribs before unexpectedly shooting them up to scribble into Tommy’s underarms, the hands that were previously covering his face shooting down.

Wilbur managed to pull out his hands from Tommy’s iron grip, smiling at him before scribbling them over his stomach once again.

“N’awww, there’s that smile! Tickle tickle tickle, Tommy!” That absolute bitch. Tommy could not stand any baby talk, as his pink face began to turn into a bright red. Wilbur, clearly amused by this, continued to use the same technique. “What’s wrong? Does somebody have a little ticklish tummy? Hmmm?” He cooed in that horrible baby voice, grinning at him.

“Alright you two, quit it! I need to call to order the pizza!” Phil yelled from the kitchen, Wilbur sighing but slowing his fingers. “Thahank g- gohohod!” Tommy continued to giggle just from the adrenaline of being wrecked, curling up into a ball once Wilbur got off of him.

“Don’t worry Tommy, I’ll make sure to continue after dinner!” He laughed, patting Tommy’s head and going to walk to the kitchen. Tommy smiled to himself at that, immediately covering his face after. Wilbur was evil, but was he ever going to complain about that? Probably not.

[t-lostinworlds]

My Best Girl (Tom Holland)

a/n: this was supposed to be short and sweet yet here we are asdfghjkl i mean it’s still short but 2k isn’t necessarily a blurb ahah. this was written fairly quick but i hope you guys still enjoy it!

pairing: tom holland x female!reader trope/genre: slight angst & fluff summary: You hear people gossip in the bathroom about how Tom looks so good and how you basically don’t reach his level. warnings: not proofread, tom being a wholesome boyfriend, slightly steamy ending word count: 2.3k+ requested:

prompts: ~ “Talk to me.” ~ “You deserve so much better.”

masterlist in bio & pinned post

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Galas or fancy parties have never been your thing, especially when they're littered with too many celebrities. Some of them are nice of course, sweet and kind, but some are a bit much, stuck in their own little bubble of fame. It was just the constant thing of one upping each other, who has the most expensive dress, which island did they visit just recently, whose yacht were they invited to, and so on.

It was not your crowd, at all. Yet here you were in a floor-length, black sleeveless dress, a V-neckline to match the low back and a high slit to show off your leg and your silver heels. The fabric was hugging you in all the right places while a strong arm was wrapped around your waist, warm fingers sometimes grazing the skin on the small of your back as you smile at this well-known producer who your boyfriend just introduced you to.

Your boyfriend who happens to be world renowned actor, Tom Holland.

"I need to use the bathroom," you whispered into Tom's ear, the lad cutting his conversation off briefly to meet your gaze, a charming smile on his lips and a loving glow in his eyes.

"Okay. I'll be right here," he hummed, giving your cheek a sweet kiss and your waist a gentle squeeze before he lets you go.

After asking around the staff for a minute you've finally reached the bathroom. You pushed the door open to find it completely empty which was a relief. You just didn't want to deal with any more gossiping or encounter any more "high class" people. You went inside one of the stalls and locked the door shut. Although, you didn't get a chance to even do your business when you heard three pairs of heels click against the tiled floor. You wouldn't have entertained it until they started to exchange words about a certain man.

"Have you seen how good Tom Holland looked?" one of them said, a sense of pride coursing through you because your man does look so good tonight, that until the same girl spoke again. "Do you think I could snatch him up for tonight?"

"Well he's got his girlfriend attached to his hip so your chances are close to none," a second voice spoke.

"That was his girlfriend?" the first one gasped exaggeratedly.

"No way, I thought it was his PA," a third girl said with a laugh.

"What a shame, he deserves someone who can actually match him," the first girl sighed.

"Someone who at least could afford a proper designer dress," the third one said.

All three of them laughed at that.

"I bet I could still get his number despite the girlfriend. I could just get him alone," the first one hummed, giggling to herself as if it was the best things she's said in her life.

Finally having enough, you fixed up your dress, took a deep breath to calm yourself before opening the stall door and walking out with your chin up. All three sets of eyes followed you as they immediately quieted down. Only brave behind the back, always cowards face to face.

You shot them each a wide smile through the mirror as you turned the faucet on to wash your hands. The three of them tried to return it but their lips only twitched as they stared at you in shock.

"With all the classy make-up and elegant dresses you'd think it would at least taint your personalities no? Be ladies with a bit of class and elegance but huh," you paused, rinsing off the soap and then turning the water off before grabbing some paper towels to dry of your hands. "What a shame," you tutted with a shake of your head, shooting them a sympathetic smile through the mirror. None of them spoke a single word as you threw away the paper towel and started towards the door with your head held high.

Before you grabbed the door handle, you turned back to them with a tight lip smile. "Oh, and this dress is worth more than all of you combined with how cheap your personalities are." You pulled the door open, though stopped midway through the doorway to look at them over your shoulder. "Words of advice, try and go for the single men, ladies, and maybe you'll get lucky. Although not guaranteed if you're a bit...desperate. Have a great night. I know I will, especially later with my man," you said with a smirk, throwing them a wink at the end of your sentence to properly get the point across.

But the moment you stepped out of the bathroom you felt your knees weaken, breathing turning heavy, tears burning in your orbs as you tried your best to keep them at bay until you were out from prying eyes. The words they've said have always been sitting in the back of your head, how Tom could leave you so quickly for someone who was up to his level. Someone more gorgeous, someone with a high status, someone who could actually match him in terms of looks and just overall fame. And hearing those words be said out loud, to hear them from actual strangers, it only makes them more real, the insecurities that's always been nagging in your brain. It only makes them more painful.

You rushed back out into the ballroom, holding your composure as best as you could. Tom was still in his place as promised, talking to the same person he did just minutes ago before you went and excused yourself.

"Tom," you croaked out when you got to him, not meaning your voice to sound weak the way it did. But it was already too late for you to try again when your boyfriend's eyes immediately snapped to look at you. Tom knows you like the back of his hand, one change in the tone of your voice and he immediately will notice that something was up.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked as he turned to face you fully, his hand coming up to cup your cheek so you had no choice but to look at him in the eyes. Tom's worry only grew some more when he saw your orbs glossed up with tears, features coated by nothing but utter panic.

"I'm going to go ahead and get back to the hotel room," you whispered. "You can stay—"

"No, if you want to go, then we're going now," he said firmly.

"But—"

Tom didn't give you any time to finish your sentence when he turned back to the producer he was talking to. "I'm so sorry but we need to get going. It was nice meeting you sir. I'll have my agent send you the details. Thank you so much," Tom said, offering his hand out to which the man shook with a smile, not at all minding that their conversation got cut short.

And with that, Tom took your hand in his and swiftly but gently guided you out of the ballroom.

"You didn't have to leave with me," you muttered as you both made your way back to the elevators, thankful that your hotel room was in the same building.

"No, but I wanted to. The night was getting long anyway," Tom reassured with a squeeze of your hand.

You stayed silent on the way up and even after you're inside the room. Tom's frown could only deepen when you sat at the edge of the bed with a shaky breath.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" he asked as he locked the door. You ignored him completely, hands gripping tightly at the fabric of your dress, keeping your head down as you tried to keep your breathing steady and your raging thoughts at bay, but much to no use.

"Talk to me," Tom said softly, frown deep on his lips as he slowly moved over to your shaking form. He crouched down in front of you, hands landing on your knees as he searched for your eyes but all you did was hide your face behind your palms. "Darling," he tried again, but still, you didn't even bother looking up.

Tom took it upon himself to pry your hands gently away from your face and letting his fingers intertwine with yours. His heart broke when you looked at him with nothing but utmost sadness and hurt, tears running freely down your cheeks as you whispered,

"You deserve so much better."

"Okay, who the fuck told you that," Tom growled, but you only frowned deeply at his reaction because you knew, with one look in his eyes that his anger wasn't directed at you. It was at whoever planted that thought inside your head.

"No one—"

"Y/N," Tom warned.

"Nobody told me it directly. I just heard some girls in the bathroom saying how much you're way out of my league and how I looked like some assistant when I'm beside you and they are right Tom. I can't wear any designer clothes or any expensive dresses to look at least presentable when I'm with you. I can't match how handsome you are because I look nothing like those models or those actresses—"

"Darling, have you even seen yourself tonight?" Tom cut you off, shaking his head in disbelief as he furrowed his brows. "Have you seen how many guys I've been trying to wave off of you? Have you ever wondered why I've never let you go even in the slightest? Why I kept an arm around you or a hand on your back at all times?"

You shook your head no with a frown, not really getting where he was going with this.

"Babe, you stole the whole room! They were so drawn to you all the damn time like fucking moths to a flame and I was getting so fucking annoyed at them for always staring at you like that," Tom said through gritted teeth, closing his eyes for a moment to take a deep breath and calm himself before his gaze landed back on you. He flashed you a bright, genuine smile as he gave your hand a squeeze. "But I also felt so proud because fuck yeah, look at how fucking gorgeous my girlfriend is. Look at how lucky I am to have her with me and guess what? Get wrecked 'cause all you lot can do is stare at her while I get to hold her in my arms and call her mine."

You didn't have a chance to response when Tom suddenly stood up to his full height, pulling you with him and away from the bed as he walked backwards. You followed him with brows furrowed in confusion, but he only flashed you a charming grin.

"To be honest you're the one who's way out of my league, I mean look at you," Tom paused just as he stopped moving, stepping to the side until you were face to face with yourself in the floor length mirror. "Look how fucking beautiful you are! Those girls are just jealous because my god love, you make my fucking heart explode!" he exclaimed, gesturing towards your reflection in the mirror. You tilted your head at him with a pout, fresh sets of tears coating your eyes but for a different reason this time. Tom sighed as he moved back to stand in front of you, one hand landing on your hips as the other went on your cheek.

"I don't deserve someone better you know why?" he hummed, brown eyes boring into your own. "Because you are already the best girl I could ever have in my life." Tom pressed his forehead against yours, giving your hip a loving squeeze before he lifted his hand up so he could cup your face lovingly with both hands. "You are my best, most gorgeous and amazing girl with a heart of gold to match. I couldn't possibly find someone better than you my love and fuck whoever thinks otherwise," he finished, nothing but utmost sincerity coating his voice and swimming in his eyes, words doing nothing but make you heart grow ten times its size.

Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at him all teary eyed, leaning even closer until you were able to capture his lips in yours, to let him feel through the kiss just how grateful you are of him. Tom hummed at the feeling, his hands sliding down your bare arms until he rested them on the small of your back, welcoming your kisses as he pulled you even closer to him.

"I love you," you whispered against his lips, fingers getting lost in his styled hair, tugging at them playfully making him let out a soft groan.

"And I love you so much, darling," he muttered, giving your bottom lip a soft nibble before he suddenly pulled away. One you met his eyes again, that's when you saw how they were already a shade darker than before.

Tom shot you a wide smirk before he pulled away completely, walking around you until he stood right behind, one hand taking home on your waist as the other went to hold your chin gently, turning your head to look back in front so you were once again face to face with yourself, right in the mirror.

He met your eyes through the floor-length mirror, his grin wide and mischievous as he ran his fingers down your spine, goosebumps erupting on your skin. You suck in a breath as he took hold of the zip on your dress right as he sucked on that sweet spot on your neck he's already memorized. He pulled the zip down gently, the fabric going lose around your body as you kept eye contact with him through the mirror. Tom hooked his fingers on the straps of your dress, slowly pulling them off your shoulders and down your arms until it pooled at your feet, exposing you to the cold air of the room. With his voice deep and husky, Tom growled lowly against your ear,

"Now, enough talk and let me show you just how beautiful you are."

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i loved your blurb the other day . i have a request off it if you could do one more domesticated about the little things tom does in a relationship?

Ooooh I loved loved loved this request!! In my head he is a complete romantic sap at heart <333 this is a lot more wordy that I normally write and bit concerned it is a shitter - feedback would be well appreciate, if you have any opinion on which crappy writing style I do less badly :///

Summary: the boring and domesticated day to day life with Tom

warnings: look really close an a bit of implied smut, but otherwise sickeningly nice stuff I think ahah

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Given his rather unique position and place in the world - your relationship with Tom was also very much not typical. By no means did that mean worse though - Tom meant the world to you; as you did him. Yes, at times it was tough - the distance, the tightly scheduled face times because of the time difference. But every time you saw his crinkly smile, it was almost set in stone everything was worth it. He was, most definitely, worth it. 

Especially as he was such a sap. Perhaps because some of the things he did that brought rushes of heat to your cheeks - Tom wasn’t even aware of. Of course, Tom being Tom, he obviously did the bigger things and spoilt you rotten - which you were never going to complain about - though those weren’t the things that made your heart flutter so inexplicably. 

Take yesterday for example. Tom had just got back home from a long filming shoot for SM3 and it was fair to say you’d both been pining over each other enormously. Once he was back though, none of that mattered. The pair of you had spent almost a full 18 hours in bed, before eventually you’d pulled away from the pouty boy, due to your desperate need of a shower. That was too far away from you in Tom’s opinion though- meaning you’d had a shared shower too. Purely for water saving + environmental purposes , or at least, that had been his justification. It was intimate but not sexual, leading to the two of you wrapped in towels in the marble bathroom. Busying yourself with your skincare, you weren’t paying any mind to your boyfriend, who you assumed to be faffing about as usual. That was until you felt a gentle tug on the back of your towel dried hair. Instantly you locked eyes with warm brown ones looking back at you through the slightly fogged up mirror, panning down to see the hair brush in his hand. 

“What’re you doing?” You laughed gently, leaning back onto his bare torso, still slightly damp from the humidity lingering in the bathroom air. 

“ ‘jus’ brushin your hair, I haven’t got all the lotions and potions to spend hours on.” Cheeky bugger. Sweet but with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes - as he watched you roll yours. 

“If I phoned Rach and said you weren’t following her-“ Cut off by his lips craning round to meet yours, you decided not to fight it, instead melting into his embrace while turning round - your body still only wrapped in the towel tucked under your arm. After a few moments Tom paused to whisper a shh against your lips, before painfully slowly moving against yours again. God knows, you would’ve stayed in that moment forever if you could however you did also still have moisturiser only half rubbed in on your face, like warpaint. So, you turned back around finishing off in the mirror and very much enjoying the sensation of Tom still hovering behind,  ever so gently working the brush through your hair. It took much longer than it should have for you to finish off, mainly because you spent the time watching him in the mirror concentrate, especially the way he pressed his tongue against the inside of his left cheek in concentration. 

After the pair of you had finally got ready for the day (at 3 in the afternoon but no one had to know), you’d gone out for a walk with his parents. Naturally you spent the majority of the time gossiping with Nikki slightly ahead of the Dom and Tom - who were no doubt talking about golf or something equally as dull. Tom loved to say that he found how close you and Nikki got as terrifying - really you both knew he only adored you more for it. Family was everything to Tom and given poor Nikki’s immediate surroundings of pure testosterone, when you became integrated into the family it was like a breath of fresh air. And you didn’t smell of boy - which to her was a win. 

It was a beautiful early evening and the sun was slowly creeping its way toward the horizon, changing the light from a brilliant white to a more golden hue - basking the four of you and Tess in the glow. You’d all come to a natural halt whilst Tess had gone a bit mental chasing squirrels. It just worked out that the sun was opposite you and though the evening was beautiful, dealing with it head on , in your eyes, was not the most enjoyable. Before you could even reach your arm out to shield yourself from the sun,  the light was blocked out, a shadow casting over your forehead. 

Now what’s important to note here is Tom is by no means a tall man. He wasn’t a midget but it would be fair to say that all 5 foot 8 of him was ‘below average height’. Not that it let him stop being a sun block for you and you really did try not to giggle as your furrowed brows caught site of his raised heels. This boy was literally standing on his tiptoes to stop the sun getting in your eyes for god sake. He noticed your grin though and as if it was the most normal thing in the world just shrugged his shoulders before engaging back in his parents conversation. You weren’t as quick to recover, honestly having to take a moment to swallow down your glee. 

Afterwards, you’d gone straight back the Holland family home as they all wanted to celebrate Tom and Harry’s return- what better way than having Sam the master chef himself cook you all a three course meal? As if choreographed both of you had taken the seats next to each other… but not in a clingy way at all, Paddy was interrogating you on how the hell you’d beaten him at the classic game of mariokart (which you would never let him live down) whilst Tom and Harry were recounting one of their many tales of filming to Nikki. Once the plates of food were served out to you by the esteemed chef, Tom wasted no time in skilfully and subtly piling the greens of vegetables and salad off your plate and onto his. You’d never dream of offending Sam by insulting his cooking, really you did love it - there was just something about rabbit food that you had to put your foot down at. Perhaps it was because it was literal leaves? Things that you used to feed to your pet hamster perhaps? It was a constant source of bickering between you, Tom and Harry- they claimed you’d end up dying because of the lack of leaves in your diet, which you strongly contested. Fruit and some veg was allowed but salad- stay the hell away.

Anyway it didn’t matter, you wouldn’t have to face that debate tonight because Tom had you covered. He always had you covered. 

Finally, the night rolled round which you were so thankful for, considering even though you’d had an extortionate amount of time in bed last night - not a lot of it had actually been spent asleep. Combine that with the wine you’d been happily sipping on in celebration, it pretty much explained the situation you found yourself in now. Eyes bobbing up and down as the TV drifted in and out of focus, the slow and gentle thud of Tom’s heartbeat lulling you into that floaty place. You didn’t fight the drowsiness because really, nestled between the cushions of the sofa and Tom’s chest, you didn’t want to be anywhere else. Letting your eyes slide shut completely, you took a deep breath in and nuzzled into his chest- barely registering how he lightly chuckled at the action. Tom just took the time to look down at you, pressing the most gently kiss to the crown of your head. Moments like this would never not be his favourite. Don’t get him wrong, he loved your wit and sarcastic charm when you were more conscious… but something about how comfortable you were to be completely vulnerable with him, gave him a purpose. He would never be able to wrap his head around why you’d let him - how he deserved this was beyond him but he was so bloody thankful for it. 

Your hand that was splayed on his stomach caught his eye, you still had your bracelet on from the meal and he knew you hated sleeping with any jewellery on. Instinctively then, Tom ever so gently manipulated the clasp and skilfully removed the silver chain - reaching over and placing it on the little coffee table. Having spent 3 months without you within 100 miles of him, Tom was more than willing to wake up with back ache if it meant spending the night on the sofa with you like this. The gentle grasp on your wrist had roused you a little though. 

It was always the simple things that made your heart burst - like the bracelet . Or like his little raspy whisper, voice tired and thinking you were asleep. Even if everything else disappeared, it would still be the greatest life if you had Tom there saying this. 

“Your home Y/n… you and me forever…

…until u die from not eating ur greens.”

[thebeautyoffanfics]

hello!💙💙i hope im not bothering you but may i get a tsukasa or mitsuba x reader where their s/o loves to draw but never lets them see and one day they steal their s/o sketchbook and dont see any drawings of them and the boys are a lil dissapointed but their s/o has a secret sketcbook that they always keep with them filled with the boys portraits?? it would be rlly cute!!(feel free to ignore tho!)💙💜

tsukasa yugi x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader

a/n: no worries, you aren’t bothering me at all!! This is a super cute prompt, so thank you so much for requesting! (i love writing mitsuba too,,, just gotta love the sharp-tongued, short-tempered characters <3)

warnings:

word count: 1,471

Tsukasa Yugi <3

He thinks the fact that you can draw is super cool!! Probably more so than you do, to be completely honest- he’s extremely enthusiastic about it, but that also means he’s extremely annoying about it.

Lots of “let me look, let me look!!” “I wanna seeeeeeee,” “(Y/N), pleaaaaseee, what’re you drawinggggg?”

“Tsukasa, I love you, I love you very much. But, I promise you, if you don’t shut up and let me draw in peace-”

“:((“

So, of course, if you don’t let him see it, our gremlin of a boy is going to look through it one way or another. Pestering you relentlessly didn’t work, trying to slip it casually into a conversation didn’t work, so! You leave him no option!

One day, when you’re minding your business in class, Tsukasa checks your locker. Maybe, just maybe, you left it in there?

Hmm… empty- next stop!! Bookbag!

His eyes practically lit up, his expression excited, practically screaming “found it!!”

Tsukasa would open the sketchbook, silently wondering what on earth you could have drawn. His only experience in art was… well- with things that weren’t intended for art. It wasn’t ever proper “art” either. Just a lot of smearing. But anyway-

A part of him sort of hoped it would be something with him. Maybe even a little doodle, it didn’t have to be a fully colored, lined, amazing piece. Just little doodles, cos you loved him so much, and he infested your mind like the little parasite he is… y’know….

So, as he flipped through the pages, admiring your style- amazed with every little doodle, every little pencil marking, every little detail- he kept an eye out for anything that could have even vaguely resembled him. Yet, once he reached the end, he was rather certain that there was nothing. Tsukasa felt a bit disappointed, pouting despite the fact that you weren’t there to see it.

“Tell me how I knew you were up to something,” You sighed, looking at the boy seated next to your bookbag, the last pages of your sketchbook flipped open. He ignored the comment, placing your sketchbook to the side, then hugging you. You returned the hug, giving him a confused glance.

“What? It’s nothing incredible, but was it that bad-? I don’t even know everything that’s in that, so-”

“You didn’t draw me :(((“

“You didn’t ask me to???”

Still, you couldn’t help but laugh, well aware of the other sketchbook you had stored in the more secure part of your bookbag. Patting his back, then letting go of the hug, you bent down and grabbed your sketchbook and bag. Replacing the sketchbook he had flipped through, you then reached in and grabbed the other.

Somewhat embarrassed, yet know he already found out about your artistic abilities and would probably be glad to see himself, you handed him the sketchbook. “I’ll have you know, I’m not exactly overjoyed with you right now. But, since you’re a sneak, I’ll let you look at that one.”

Tsukasa opened the sketchbook with renewed energy, excited to see what was inside it. Was it him?! Did he actually infest your mind?!! Was he a good model??

Uncharacteristically, his face was slightly warm as he looked over the first page. It started off with a fully finished drawing of him- a very strong start, if he did say so himself. Not only was it him, it was awesome.

He flipped through the rest of the pages, happiness and excitement practically radiating off of him. You could have sworn you saw his eyes sparkling.

“THAT’S SO COOL, (Y/N)!!” Tsukasa would yell after shutting the sketchbook, throwing his arms around you happily, making sure that the sketchbook didn’t get damaged as he did so. “You did draw me! You drew a lot of me!!”

“Ahah- yeah. You’re… cute, after all. Why wouldn’t I draw my boyfriend?”

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

Nosey little dude, but on a more casual level than Tsukasa.

“I’ve shown you my pictures, so you should show me your drawings.”

“That makes sense,”

“So, show me.”

“Nope!”

“(Y/N)-”

Though amusing, Mitsuba will start to pout after a while. “Tch- it’s not like I wanted to see it anyway. It’s probably lame.”

“Awesome then! That doesn’t make me want to show you any more than I previously did~!”

Insert Mitsuba sticking his tongue out at you-

Still, Mitsuba does understand where you’re coming from. After all, he never shows you pictures he’s taken of you. Therefore! It’s only logical that you wanted to draw his cute face!! He muttered this, crossing his arms, yet pretending that it was no big deal to him. Nope, those little comments and attempted glances were nothing-

“Mmh? You’re cute, yes.”

“That’s not what I- whatever, pervert. It’s clear now. You don’t want to show me, ‘cos there’s raunchy art in there! Pervert! Creepy, you’re so creepy-”

“Then aren’t you a pervy creep for wanting to look in my sketchbook?”

“I-”

Mitsuba may have not talked to you for the rest of the day- but it’s fiiiine, he’s fiiiiiiine.

Especially since, by the end of the next day, Mitsuba passed your locker, planning on returning to the class from a bathroom break. As he glanced over at your locker, not fully shut because of your bookbag shoved into it, an idea crossed his mind. It wouldn’t take long… a little peak wouldn’t hurt. Just to make sure his s/o wasn’t a pervert, of course! Not out of personal interest!

So, he grabbed your bag, rummaging through it until he found a well-used sketchbook. His interest peaked, as he grabbed it, opening it up and flipping through the pages.

Some of the pieces were similar to pictures he had given to you, but he didn’t spot anything of him. Sure, your art was impressive, and he was rather content finally getting to see it, but-

But where was his cute face?? Not even his name??? No dreamy “(Y/N) Sousuke” written? Nothing.

Well, it’s not like he cared anywa-

“Really, Mitsuba? You needed to use the bathroom?”

“AH-” He yelped, shutting your sketchbook, as if that would make it seem like he wasn’t just flipping through the pages in slight awe. “Shut up, pervert! I went to the bathroom, I just- you were being suspicious.”

“By drawing?”

“YEs.”

You laughed lightly, though embarrassed as you took the sketchbook from him, putting it back into your bookbag. To be completely honest, your heart was beating a bit faster, slightly nervous that he found your art ugly. It wasn’t anything in comparison to his pictures, you thought..

And, when you turned around and caught a glimpse of his slightly disappointed face, your heart beat even faster. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” He said, somewhat defensively- well, that much was normal.

“Sorry, it’s probably disappointing- I know my art isn’t the greatest, but it’s definitely improved over time. There are things I need to study, but-”

“Hey, don’t assume I’m upset with your art, dummy. It’s…” He blushed slightly, looking away from you and shoving his hands in his pockets, “it’s really cool. I’m impressed.”

“Then why are you pouting?”

“I’m not pouting.”

You raised your eyebrows, making Mitsuba flush further, opening his mouth as he thought of what to say in response to that expression. “I just- well, you were weird about it, so I figured there was something about me- something weird or suspicious. But, it’s all perfectly normal.”

It took a moment for you to get behind his words- but, after getting behind Mitsuba’s extremely indirect way of saying things, you understood what he meant. He wanted you to draw him. After processing that, you bit your lip, wondering if you should actually show him your other sketchbook… a glimpse at his slight pout, though it was now confusion at your conflicted expression, you turned around, rummaging through your bookbag.

Then, you pulled out another sketchbook, and pushed it against his chest. “Since you’re so insistent. Just go ahead and look through it, I guess.”

It was Mitsuba’s turn to raise his eyebrows, as he took the sketchbook, and opened it up. His face burned, as he flipped through the pages. They were… filled with him. It genuinely made his heart pound, looking at the array of doodles, line art, and fully finished pieces- occasionally, a small heart or smiley face would be doodled alongside them. If he didn’t find your art incredible before, he definitely did now. Of course, he’d never admit it to your face, but his expression was enough for you to understand.

“A-ah… gross- idiot. Of course, I should have known a pervert like you would draw such a cute face. It’s obvious.”

“Right, right. Honestly, just give me a penny each time you call me a pervert, I’ll be rich in no time-”

[vicious-vixxxen]

Mermaid!Kirishima X Male Reader

((Lost the original ask who prompted this, but here’s a little Mermaid!Kirishima to start the prompts off here! Thank you again for being the first to send in an ask, I appreciate it so much! And such a fun and interesting one to kick things off with, so manly! <3))

You’d almost fallen asleep. Again. Jesus Christ. Groaning, you stretched your limbs out as far as they’d reach- stifling a cry as your joints popped, and you became a puddle against the wooden dock you were laid across. The soft plap-plap of the waves beneath you very nearly lulling you under once again. Opening your eyes finally, you raised your arm to block out the harsh mid afternoon rays, and to check your watch for the time. Nearly four. He was late. “Where the hell are you, sharkboy,” You grumbled, sitting up, and stretching your arms out for a second time, stretching them for all they were worth, before slumping over and scrubbing at your tired eyes. Wincing slightly at the soft burn of your palms against your cheeks. Fuck. No sunblock. Of course. You’d be confused with a lobster by the time you went home and scooped up in a net for dinner if you didn’t apply any. Chancing a glance around the open ocean around you, spotting hues of blue after hues of blue- but no red- you sighed, tugging off your sweat soaked tank top- shoving it into your bag with the rest of your things, before retrieving your sunblock, and squirting a liberal amount into the palm of your hand. Slapping them together afterwards to smear it around, before hiking a leg up to begin applying it. The soft scent of coconut filled the air around the dock, and mixed with the salty scent of the seafoam below the dock, it reminded you of Kirishima. How enamored he’d been the first time he spotted you out here, doing just as you were now. The scent, the sight. Long tanned legs, short board shorts, no top. He’d been drooling, it was a whole adorable thing. Of course, you absolutely flipped your shit the first time you saw him. He wasn’t exactly the most subtle creature to catch a glimpse of, especially when he reared up to apologize- fins fanning out, causing you to nearly have a heart attack. You knew of mer-people, of course, but no one had seen any in these parts in decades. You certainly hadn’t. Not in your lifetime. First time for anything, though, you supposed. He’d wandered too far from his pod, and gotten curious of the handsome human male spread out like a buffet on the docks. If there was one thing to be said about Eijiro, it was that he was too curious for his own damn good. Something that both endeared you, and frustrated the fuck out of you. You hardly noticed, so caught up in your thoughts of the creature, the sound of the water breaking- the soft creak of the dock straining beneath the merman's grip as he hoisted himself up quietly, laying flat on his stomach just a few feet away. Eyes wide as saucers, red irises glinting mischievously as he tried to stick to his plan. Thwarted only by all the bare expanse of skin you were showing off. Tan, and soft looking. Soft to the touch, too, Kirishima thought suddenly, mouth too full of saliva as he recalled the feel of your skin beneath his webbed fingers. Shaking himself from his awed stupor, Kirishina grinned- all sharp teeth, as he shimmied across the dock, long tail swishing excitedly beneath the water, where it hung low from the dock. Already aware of his tardiness, Kirishima wasted no time lunging for you when he was close enough- laughing boisterously as you shrieked, and began swatting blindly at him. “You asshole! How many times have I told you /NOT/ to do that?” Y/N Shouted, initial panic already seeping away, as he was rolled over beneath Kirishima- the merman's soggy red spikes haloed by the sun’s rays, making him look….positively angelic. The fucking heathen. “You’re an absolute menace to both land and sea society Kirishima- no, no don’t fucking kiss me, I’m mad at you. Take your fishy kisses somewhere else, they will not be accepted here!” Y/N continued to shout, laughing suddenly as Kirishima nuzzled and raked his teeth along the soft expanse of your neck, webbed fingers digging just this side of rough into your sides, to elicit a fit from you. “L-Lemme g-go you smelly s-sardine! Ah-ahah! S-shit, i’m gonna p-piss myself if you don’t-ah!- stop! Kiri, please, mercy, mercy!” You cried, tears in your eyes as Eijiro wrapped your legs around his broad hips- shifting his scales downwards, as to not scrape you. Cradling you in his arms, his elbows against the dock, to shift you both upwards just a bit. Toothy grin as bright as ever as he gave in, and finally looked at you. Kirishima swore he could look at you forever. Your bright, twinkling E/C eyes, the soft, sun bleached tips of your hair. The curve of your nose. The curve of your /lips/. Especially the curve of your lips. “You can’t just show up late and expect me to be all hugs and kisses, that’s not fair,” You pouted, despite the smile you couldn’t help forming on your face. Ankles hooked just at the small of Kirishima’s back, where waist met scales. One hand splayed across the creatures back, the other finding its way deep in the crop of damp hair atop his head. Fingernails digging gently into the base, in that sweet spot that always had Kiri mewling if you scratched long enough. “Mm, i’m sorry, baby shark,” Kiri cooed, snickering at the eye roll he could practically sense, as he dipped his face back down against your neck, and kissed. “-It was my turn to lead the roundup for dinner. You know how long it takes to completely swarm a school of flounder? Little bastards shoot off in different directions. So yummy,” he paused, nipping at your earlobe, causing you to tense, “-but so difficult to catch. Like, but also kind of unlike, another little fish I know.” “A man of a thousand sweet talks.” You were already putty in the merman's hands, and you both knew it. Didn’t mean you had to advertise it. “I am sorry, baby shark. I tried to hurry, but you know how Denki can be. He gets a little zapped if he exerts himself too much on the hunt. We all gotta get him back to the cove in one piece after that, and he’s such a squirmer, so...ya know,” Kirishima shrugged, arms tightening just barely around your middle, as he leaned back, smile less predatory, and more sincere now, as he pressed your foreheads together gently. “Apology accepted...I guess,” You mumbled finally, breaking the creature's gaze, only to flick your gaze down to his plump, bitten lips. One drop of saltwater still clinging to his cupid's bow. “I missed you, dude,” Kiri whispered finally, blush painting his pale face, as he pressed chaste kisses to your cheeks, and chin. Peppering them all over afterwards as you began to giggle. “Missed you too,” You sighed, closing your eyes, and angling your head to catch Kirishima’s lips in a soft kiss. Just a press of them together, no real urgency. You had the rest of the evening, and long after sunset to spend together. There’d be plenty of time for rough, heated kisses below the docks. When you lost your trunks, and Kiri started losing control of the sharpness of his scales. Leaving small pricks and scrapes over your inner thighs, from how you’d going to his hips. Only to have the merman lay you out on the dock under the stars, and kiss them all better. Webbed hands spread wide over your stomach, your hips. Trailing down your thighs, up, and around… “Whoa now,” Kirishima whistled, pulling back to glance down between you, and you huffed. “Don’t get cocky, asshole. I haven’t seen you in almost a week, give me a break.” Hooking your chin over the merman's shoulder, you rolled your eyes once more at Kirishima’s little giggles. Mesmerized by the expanse of muscle in his back. Gaze trailing down between Kirishima’s shoulder blades. Down the small of his back, where his hips dipped first inwards, then back out. Hips filling out below his scales, bright red at the tips, and a deep obsidian at the base, where they met his flesh. Similar to the hair atop his head. Unhooking one of your feet, you ran your toes down along the soft, slippery surface of his tail, as far as you could go, before bringing it back up. Noting the shiver down Kirishima’s spine, and grinning. “Never gets old, does it?” “No, nope. Absolutely not. You make my tail feel like it’s gonna shake right off,” Kirishima groaned, planting his plans on either side of you now, caging you in as you rested back against the dock. “Should probably get that checked out by a doctor.” “Asshole.” “See if I give you the gummy worms in my backpack now.” “....did I mention how much I love you yet?” “That’s what I thought, seaweed brain.” You laughed, flinching back with a frown as Kirishima nipped at the air in front of your face playfully- reaching back for your brag, to draw out the large bag of gummy worms you’d already opened, when waiting for the merman to arrive. Grabbing one out of the pack, and holding it up between two fingers for Kirishima to slurp up. Humming contentedly as he chewed, and you simply smiled. “Love you,” You whispered, feeding him another- watching as he slowed in his chewing, before gulping audibly, and leaning down close. “Love you too. Beautiful boy.” ((Thank you again to the wonderful prompter who asked for this, I had a blast writing it!))